The owner gently wiped Chen Sirong's mouth and jaw with a wet tissue.
Then, he patted her knee with his hand.
Chen Sirong immediately understood the master's meaning. She held the master's legs and slowly knelt down.
The floor is covered with soft and heavy carpet, so the knees don't feel uncomfortable at all.
With his shoulders between the master's legs apart, Chen Sirong quietly waited for his master's next move.
The big hand slowly stroked Chen Sirong's hair behind him, and then slowly slid down and stopped at the upper position of Chen Sirong's breasts.
Chen Sirong waited for a while, but the master did not take the next move.
After a while, the hand walked around the breast and stopped on the outside of the breast again.
This time, Chen Sirong understood what the owner meant.
He was asking for permission to touch Chen Sirong's breasts.
Master, you can.
Chen Sirong's voice was slightly floating, and she had already made her lose heart just as she sucked her master's finger tightly.
Chen Sirong finished speaking, and the big hand gently stroked her breasts.
Chen Sirong was not wearing underwear, and the owner's hand was still separated by a thin layer of fabric.
He didn't mean to stretch in and rub it hard, but sometimes rubbed her nipples gently with his palms and the back of his hands.
Taking turns on both sides, Chen Sirong's nipples quickly stood up sensitively.
Her hands unconsciously held the master's knees to maintain balance in her body.
But the master's touching did not stop. He seemed extremely patient and was interested.
Observe her nipples that are raised through the white skirt, observe her tightly pursed lips when the nipples are rubbed, and observe her hands that are tightly gripping when she is overflowing.
His Grace.
His Chen Sirong.
Every expression, every word, every tremor is because of him.
It's his Grace.
It's his Chen Sirong.
The next second, Chen Sirong called out.
Because the owner's fingers tightened, he squeezed her nipples hard.
The pain accompanied by pleasure, Chen Sirong's chest fluctuated violently.
Her body was almost completely resting on her master's legs, and her invisible cheeks had already turned into rotten rose berries.
The body loses strength and cooperates even more when being picked up by the master.
Chen Sirong's body was held onto the master's knees, and then the master's hand passed through her lower abdomen and turned the person completely over.
Chen Sirong's upper body was lying on the bed on the left hand of the owner, and below his knee was close to the bed on the right hand of the owner.
Placed above the owner's knee is Chen Sirong's tight and raised buttocks.
All Chen Sirong's expectations reached the top at this moment.
It is her favorite pose OTK (ver the knee).
The lights in the room were not very clear, but they were enough for him to see his Chen Sirong completely.
He is extremely well-behaved and gentle Chen Sirong at this moment.
Leaning quietly on his knees, waiting for everything he had.
Perhaps, he had already said this.
But please allow his Chinese vocabulary to be too scarce, because he still wants to say:
His Grace... is so beautiful.
At this moment, looking from the top down, her waist looked very thin under the tightened skirt, and her slender calves were lying together on his right hand.
The palm naturally took the lead in holding her ankle.
He knew every tension in her body.
The speed of sliding upwards was very slow, as if you were to slowly and carefully taste the taste of every inch of her skin.
Because of the posture, the hem of the skirt that could have covered the center of her thighs is now barely covering her buttocks.
His right hand slowly and greedily rubs, kneads and presses her thighs.
Seeing the faint red gather and then dissipate, my fingers pinched her legs again and again.
And his Grace is very well-behaved.
The voice is always restrained.
Her left hand slid down her waist and came to Chen Sirong's chest.
But he did not touch Chen Sirong's breasts, but instead used a little force on his arm, lifting Chen Sirong's body upwards, and putting her buttocks higher in front of him.
A shameful posture showed his buttocks completely and without resistance to the master.
Chen Sirong's body had been so hot that she was almost smoking. Her lips were unbearably open, waiting for her master's next move.
The hands seemed to like her thighs very much. He spread his palms and grabbed Chen Sirong's leg flesh, squeezed it tightly, and then loosened it.
After repeating this for several minutes, Chen Sirong finally felt his master's hand slowly moving upwards.
However, Chen Sirong's skirt was not lifted up immediately. Instead, the owner carefully stretched Chen Sirong's skirt and then spread it on her buttocks in a proper manner.
He patiently stroked through his skirt.
Feeling.
Then, he dropped his first slap unexpectedly.
Chen Sirong was frightened by the sudden slap and screamed.
But it doesn't hurt, not to mention that there are underwear and skirts.
And the owner seemed to be just warming up.
Then, the slap with even speed fell on Chen Sirong's buttocks one after another.The dull, pity-like slap made Chen Sirong moan comfortably.
The master soon stopped slapping.
He kneaded Chen Sirong's buttocks through his skirt.
Then, his palm stopped on Chen Sirong's thigh.
The soft skirt slowly moved upside down before the slap of her palm. Although her hips were not completely exposed, the edges of her pure white underwear were exposed.
The edges of the underwear slightly tied Chen Sirong's perky and fleshy buttocks, forming a shallow gully that easily leads people to commit crimes.
His right hand unconsciously reached the edge of the hem of the skirt, and then he lifted it upwards completely.
The slightly cool air instantly touched Chen Sirong's buttocks that had just been beaten slightly hot, and she moved a little nervously.
The hem of the skirt is carefully stacked at the waist, revealing the complete hips.
From the perspective of looking up from the top, it is almost a very strong aphrodisiac.
His right hand repeatedly and slowly stroked and rubbed the edge of his underwear to calm the boiling blood in his heart.
Then, a crisp slap beat Chen Sirong's nervous waiting into an uncontrollable scream.
Without the buffering of the skirt, the contact between meat becomes primitive and direct.
The master did not stop his strength, and Chen Sirong was almost wiped out with the first slap.
But she knew she had no way to escape.
Because the second slap came soon.
Chen Sirong moaned and grabbed the bed sheets under her.
Sometimes, he slapped her left and right buttocks in a uniform speed. Chen Sirong could barely hold back the screams in her mouth after getting familiar with them.
Sometimes, when he heard her not screaming for a long time, he slapped her on one side of the buttocks.
Chen Sirong's knees moved violently on the quilt, but was tightly stuck by his other big hand.
Sometimes, he calmed down his movements with great care, rubbed her hot buttocks with his palms to relieve all the pain just now.
The pleasure hit Chen Sirong overwhelmed her body and released an unbearable moan from her mouth.
Her panties were already wet.
How could he not see it?
The two big hands rubbed on the red buttocks, and just gently pulled out, you could see the thin white fabric, which had already become extremely transparent and obvious.
Her fleshy red labia are easily outlined by the wet fabric, and the middle slit is deeply sucked into her legs.
He didn't slap any more.
Instead, she slowly rubbed every trace of pain on her buttocks, made sure she calmed her breathing, made sure she had replied to her thoughts.
The other hand gently touched her hair and got Chen Sirong to approach her obsessively.
The palms touched her back of her neck, shoulders, waist, and buttocks again.
Then tighten the edge of the underwear and tie it between her labia.
Chen Sirong's body shrank slightly.
I noticed that the master's fingers were gently stopped at her labia.
Chen Sirong's voice was so thin that she looked like a newborn cat: Yes...master.
The master's fingers stroked her smooth labia with satisfaction, then picked up her underwear and silently inserted half of the knuckle into her labia.
The master was waiting for her answer again.
But Chen Sirong's voice had long been drowned by her own unbearable breathing.
But she thought that the master should have received her answer.
Because her vagina was sucking his fingers frantically.
Then, he patted her knee with his hand.
Chen Sirong immediately understood the master's meaning. She held the master's legs and slowly knelt down.
The floor is covered with soft and heavy carpet, so the knees don't feel uncomfortable at all.
With his shoulders between the master's legs apart, Chen Sirong quietly waited for his master's next move.
The big hand slowly stroked Chen Sirong's hair behind him, and then slowly slid down and stopped at the upper position of Chen Sirong's breasts.
Chen Sirong waited for a while, but the master did not take the next move.
After a while, the hand walked around the breast and stopped on the outside of the breast again.
This time, Chen Sirong understood what the owner meant.
He was asking for permission to touch Chen Sirong's breasts.
Master, you can.
Chen Sirong's voice was slightly floating, and she had already made her lose heart just as she sucked her master's finger tightly.
Chen Sirong finished speaking, and the big hand gently stroked her breasts.
Chen Sirong was not wearing underwear, and the owner's hand was still separated by a thin layer of fabric.
He didn't mean to stretch in and rub it hard, but sometimes rubbed her nipples gently with his palms and the back of his hands.
Taking turns on both sides, Chen Sirong's nipples quickly stood up sensitively.
Her hands unconsciously held the master's knees to maintain balance in her body.
But the master's touching did not stop. He seemed extremely patient and was interested.
Observe her nipples that are raised through the white skirt, observe her tightly pursed lips when the nipples are rubbed, and observe her hands that are tightly gripping when she is overflowing.
His Grace.
His Chen Sirong.
Every expression, every word, every tremor is because of him.
It's his Grace.
It's his Chen Sirong.
The next second, Chen Sirong called out.
Because the owner's fingers tightened, he squeezed her nipples hard.
The pain accompanied by pleasure, Chen Sirong's chest fluctuated violently.
Her body was almost completely resting on her master's legs, and her invisible cheeks had already turned into rotten rose berries.
The body loses strength and cooperates even more when being picked up by the master.
Chen Sirong's body was held onto the master's knees, and then the master's hand passed through her lower abdomen and turned the person completely over.
Chen Sirong's upper body was lying on the bed on the left hand of the owner, and below his knee was close to the bed on the right hand of the owner.
Placed above the owner's knee is Chen Sirong's tight and raised buttocks.
All Chen Sirong's expectations reached the top at this moment.
It is her favorite pose OTK (ver the knee).
The lights in the room were not very clear, but they were enough for him to see his Chen Sirong completely.
He is extremely well-behaved and gentle Chen Sirong at this moment.
Leaning quietly on his knees, waiting for everything he had.
Perhaps, he had already said this.
But please allow his Chinese vocabulary to be too scarce, because he still wants to say:
His Grace... is so beautiful.
At this moment, looking from the top down, her waist looked very thin under the tightened skirt, and her slender calves were lying together on his right hand.
The palm naturally took the lead in holding her ankle.
He knew every tension in her body.
The speed of sliding upwards was very slow, as if you were to slowly and carefully taste the taste of every inch of her skin.
Because of the posture, the hem of the skirt that could have covered the center of her thighs is now barely covering her buttocks.
His right hand slowly and greedily rubs, kneads and presses her thighs.
Seeing the faint red gather and then dissipate, my fingers pinched her legs again and again.
And his Grace is very well-behaved.
The voice is always restrained.
Her left hand slid down her waist and came to Chen Sirong's chest.
But he did not touch Chen Sirong's breasts, but instead used a little force on his arm, lifting Chen Sirong's body upwards, and putting her buttocks higher in front of him.
A shameful posture showed his buttocks completely and without resistance to the master.
Chen Sirong's body had been so hot that she was almost smoking. Her lips were unbearably open, waiting for her master's next move.
The hands seemed to like her thighs very much. He spread his palms and grabbed Chen Sirong's leg flesh, squeezed it tightly, and then loosened it.
After repeating this for several minutes, Chen Sirong finally felt his master's hand slowly moving upwards.
However, Chen Sirong's skirt was not lifted up immediately. Instead, the owner carefully stretched Chen Sirong's skirt and then spread it on her buttocks in a proper manner.
He patiently stroked through his skirt.
Feeling.
Then, he dropped his first slap unexpectedly.
Chen Sirong was frightened by the sudden slap and screamed.
But it doesn't hurt, not to mention that there are underwear and skirts.
And the owner seemed to be just warming up.
Then, the slap with even speed fell on Chen Sirong's buttocks one after another.The dull, pity-like slap made Chen Sirong moan comfortably.
The master soon stopped slapping.
He kneaded Chen Sirong's buttocks through his skirt.
Then, his palm stopped on Chen Sirong's thigh.
The soft skirt slowly moved upside down before the slap of her palm. Although her hips were not completely exposed, the edges of her pure white underwear were exposed.
The edges of the underwear slightly tied Chen Sirong's perky and fleshy buttocks, forming a shallow gully that easily leads people to commit crimes.
His right hand unconsciously reached the edge of the hem of the skirt, and then he lifted it upwards completely.
The slightly cool air instantly touched Chen Sirong's buttocks that had just been beaten slightly hot, and she moved a little nervously.
The hem of the skirt is carefully stacked at the waist, revealing the complete hips.
From the perspective of looking up from the top, it is almost a very strong aphrodisiac.
His right hand repeatedly and slowly stroked and rubbed the edge of his underwear to calm the boiling blood in his heart.
Then, a crisp slap beat Chen Sirong's nervous waiting into an uncontrollable scream.
Without the buffering of the skirt, the contact between meat becomes primitive and direct.
The master did not stop his strength, and Chen Sirong was almost wiped out with the first slap.
But she knew she had no way to escape.
Because the second slap came soon.
Chen Sirong moaned and grabbed the bed sheets under her.
Sometimes, he slapped her left and right buttocks in a uniform speed. Chen Sirong could barely hold back the screams in her mouth after getting familiar with them.
Sometimes, when he heard her not screaming for a long time, he slapped her on one side of the buttocks.
Chen Sirong's knees moved violently on the quilt, but was tightly stuck by his other big hand.
Sometimes, he calmed down his movements with great care, rubbed her hot buttocks with his palms to relieve all the pain just now.
The pleasure hit Chen Sirong overwhelmed her body and released an unbearable moan from her mouth.
Her panties were already wet.
How could he not see it?
The two big hands rubbed on the red buttocks, and just gently pulled out, you could see the thin white fabric, which had already become extremely transparent and obvious.
Her fleshy red labia are easily outlined by the wet fabric, and the middle slit is deeply sucked into her legs.
He didn't slap any more.
Instead, she slowly rubbed every trace of pain on her buttocks, made sure she calmed her breathing, made sure she had replied to her thoughts.
The other hand gently touched her hair and got Chen Sirong to approach her obsessively.
The palms touched her back of her neck, shoulders, waist, and buttocks again.
Then tighten the edge of the underwear and tie it between her labia.
Chen Sirong's body shrank slightly.
I noticed that the master's fingers were gently stopped at her labia.
Chen Sirong's voice was so thin that she looked like a newborn cat: Yes...master.
The master's fingers stroked her smooth labia with satisfaction, then picked up her underwear and silently inserted half of the knuckle into her labia.
The master was waiting for her answer again.
But Chen Sirong's voice had long been drowned by her own unbearable breathing.
But she thought that the master should have received her answer.
Because her vagina was sucking his fingers frantically.
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