Chunzai Hall in the front yard of the Song Mansion is the home office of Song Shiyan and Song Ge Lao. On weekdays, he reads, writes, paints, and plays the piano here, enjoying the elegant affairs of literati.
Occasionally, I would invite three or five close friends to the study, recite poems, sing and chat about chess.
It was originally a place to welcome and send social engagements, but today it was extremely quiet.
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In the corridor of the carved green bird, a young man with freckles looked around with a complicated and alert look on his face. When he looked closely, his little face turned out to be extremely red.
It was just because of the faint and shameful sound in the room that the young man, who had not yet gotten married, breathed rapidly and was tightly nervous under him.
After the Chinese New Year, he was nineteen. His father was the chief supervisor of the Song Mansion. He had already made a wife for him and he should get married in March next year.
Speaking of which, he is one year older than the third young lady. The third young lady has been married for more than two years, and he... remembered his face as smiling as a flower under the sycamore tree on the Dragon Boat Festival, and called him affectionately Brother Ping'an and let him taste the scene of the rice dumplings she made with her own hands.
He clenched the sleeves in his hand, lowered his eyes dimly, and a tiny shadow cast in his eyes.
After standing there for a while, the young man named Ping An finally walked towards the gate of the yard.The status is very different, maybe there is the distance he should keep.
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In the study room.
Before the immortal slave could speak, his waist suddenly tightened, and his body was pulled tightly against the man's hard body. The man's kiss fell without any objection.
He kissed roughly, gnawing at her soft and tender lips heavily, pushing her tongue open her clenched teeth, dragging her fragrant tongue out and sucking hard, without any idle hands, and then pressing her perky buttocks to the desire to wake up under his crotch.
The immortal slave felt ache on his lips. After reacting, he struggled unwillingly. His tongue pushed his lips and tongue against him and refused to let him in. His body twisted violently, and his hand was stumbled against his chest and pushed him hard.
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The immortal slave was very scared, and the man's desire was so real and passionate.
He was telling her clearly that he wanted her.It was not because of the situation of borrowing seeds, even though he had been entangled in bed several times last night, he still wanted to plunder this woman.
But the situation in front of her is far beyond her tolerance.
She just broke the melon last night. When she woke up in the morning, she saw that it was still red and swollen. Her vagina was torn and covered with blood. She inhale in pain with a touch, and she looked so irritable.
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No...Um...No...Master-in-law...Um...No...
While struggling, the nails that had just been built cut across the man's neck, causing a hint of redness and swelling.
Song Shiyan frowned unhappily, reached out to grab her wrists, held them high and pressed them on the door panel, and kissed them fiercely again.
He sucked heavily with her lips in her mouth, sucking heavily. The touch under her lips was as soft as cotton, and sweet as it was, and the taste was so good.
Her discooperation aroused the man's desire to conquer, and the clamored desire pushed the underwear on his lower body high. The large bulge of cock kept rubbing against her soft legs through their clothes. He badly made the two of them close together and rubbed them up and down.
The immortal slave was so weak that his legs were a little weak, and his body felt like he had a feeling, and even his resistance gradually weakened.
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Seeing her obedience, Song Shiyan paused and let her lips go. Do you want her father-in-law again?
Mei Xiannu was so teasing that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into it.
Because of pain and pleasure, her teeth kept trembling and said weakly in a hoarse voice, "Dadfather... don't do this..."
Don't want it?Um?Song Shiyan, the chief assistant of the dynasty, raised his eyebrows and a little mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The big hand with calluses under her was wandering around her, provoking her sensitive points and playing with her body.
The big hand went down her slender waist, and through her thin underwear, she felt the sticky and slippery one hand through her thin underwear. She was right and wrong. Look, that's not what your pussy said.
His words made the immortal slave feel a little ashamed. He turned his face away and was ashamed of the vaginal fluid that he had flowed out. He was almost crying. Daddy, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, still hurt there. Is it okay?
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She borrowed seeds from him, but it did not mean that she wanted to be a tool for him to vent his desires.
It was fine last night, but now it was broad daylight, and his servant Ping'an was still standing outside. What's going on?
She didn't dare to make too loud noises, for fear that the person who stimulated him or that he would tear him apart here and eat her raw.
If he really didn't care, all she could do was to bear it silently and then look at him with his eyes begging.
Please, let me go.
Her eyes were praying, the eyes that had once looked at Song Enze for infinite tenderness, and those who had once told him about admiration and trust, were now full of fear and resistance.She was scared and wanted to run away.
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Song Shiyan could hardly help laughing.
Since I was so scared, why did I agree to borrow seeds?
Did she not know that after she agreed, she had no way back?
Now he seems to be addicted, but she wants to use it and leave. How can such a good thing be in the world?
Song Shiyan's eyes darkened, and his big hands stroked upwards inch by inch along the curve of her graceful body. His slightly thick fingers slowly and dangerously rubbed her fair and slender neck, and his movements seemed to be gentle and gentle.
The immortal slave was very scared. After adapting to the dim light, she could barely see the man's deep and unpredictable face. His eyes were so dark that there was no light, as deep as an ancient well.
The temperature of the man on her neck made her heart even more aroused, for fear that he would be unhappy and strangle her to death.
After a long stalemate, she heard the man speak in a straightforward tone. Mei Qinghua, you can figure it out, no one can stop me, Song Shiyan, what I want...
The immortal slave only felt that his mind was buzzing and it exploded. The information in his words scared her face so bloody faded.
But... I just spit out a syllable and my lips were blocked by the man again.
He kissed meticulously and longly, and his long tongue penetrated, and he hugged her fragrant tongue straight in. She avoided him and forced her to retreat until she could not retreat before kissing her gently.
Occasionally, I would invite three or five close friends to the study, recite poems, sing and chat about chess.
It was originally a place to welcome and send social engagements, but today it was extremely quiet.
……………………
In the corridor of the carved green bird, a young man with freckles looked around with a complicated and alert look on his face. When he looked closely, his little face turned out to be extremely red.
It was just because of the faint and shameful sound in the room that the young man, who had not yet gotten married, breathed rapidly and was tightly nervous under him.
After the Chinese New Year, he was nineteen. His father was the chief supervisor of the Song Mansion. He had already made a wife for him and he should get married in March next year.
Speaking of which, he is one year older than the third young lady. The third young lady has been married for more than two years, and he... remembered his face as smiling as a flower under the sycamore tree on the Dragon Boat Festival, and called him affectionately Brother Ping'an and let him taste the scene of the rice dumplings she made with her own hands.
He clenched the sleeves in his hand, lowered his eyes dimly, and a tiny shadow cast in his eyes.
After standing there for a while, the young man named Ping An finally walked towards the gate of the yard.The status is very different, maybe there is the distance he should keep.
……………………
In the study room.
Before the immortal slave could speak, his waist suddenly tightened, and his body was pulled tightly against the man's hard body. The man's kiss fell without any objection.
He kissed roughly, gnawing at her soft and tender lips heavily, pushing her tongue open her clenched teeth, dragging her fragrant tongue out and sucking hard, without any idle hands, and then pressing her perky buttocks to the desire to wake up under his crotch.
The immortal slave felt ache on his lips. After reacting, he struggled unwillingly. His tongue pushed his lips and tongue against him and refused to let him in. His body twisted violently, and his hand was stumbled against his chest and pushed him hard.
……………………
The immortal slave was very scared, and the man's desire was so real and passionate.
He was telling her clearly that he wanted her.It was not because of the situation of borrowing seeds, even though he had been entangled in bed several times last night, he still wanted to plunder this woman.
But the situation in front of her is far beyond her tolerance.
She just broke the melon last night. When she woke up in the morning, she saw that it was still red and swollen. Her vagina was torn and covered with blood. She inhale in pain with a touch, and she looked so irritable.
……………………
No...Um...No...Master-in-law...Um...No...
While struggling, the nails that had just been built cut across the man's neck, causing a hint of redness and swelling.
Song Shiyan frowned unhappily, reached out to grab her wrists, held them high and pressed them on the door panel, and kissed them fiercely again.
He sucked heavily with her lips in her mouth, sucking heavily. The touch under her lips was as soft as cotton, and sweet as it was, and the taste was so good.
Her discooperation aroused the man's desire to conquer, and the clamored desire pushed the underwear on his lower body high. The large bulge of cock kept rubbing against her soft legs through their clothes. He badly made the two of them close together and rubbed them up and down.
The immortal slave was so weak that his legs were a little weak, and his body felt like he had a feeling, and even his resistance gradually weakened.
……………………
Seeing her obedience, Song Shiyan paused and let her lips go. Do you want her father-in-law again?
Mei Xiannu was so teasing that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into it.
Because of pain and pleasure, her teeth kept trembling and said weakly in a hoarse voice, "Dadfather... don't do this..."
Don't want it?Um?Song Shiyan, the chief assistant of the dynasty, raised his eyebrows and a little mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The big hand with calluses under her was wandering around her, provoking her sensitive points and playing with her body.
The big hand went down her slender waist, and through her thin underwear, she felt the sticky and slippery one hand through her thin underwear. She was right and wrong. Look, that's not what your pussy said.
His words made the immortal slave feel a little ashamed. He turned his face away and was ashamed of the vaginal fluid that he had flowed out. He was almost crying. Daddy, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, still hurt there. Is it okay?
……………………
She borrowed seeds from him, but it did not mean that she wanted to be a tool for him to vent his desires.
It was fine last night, but now it was broad daylight, and his servant Ping'an was still standing outside. What's going on?
She didn't dare to make too loud noises, for fear that the person who stimulated him or that he would tear him apart here and eat her raw.
If he really didn't care, all she could do was to bear it silently and then look at him with his eyes begging.
Please, let me go.
Her eyes were praying, the eyes that had once looked at Song Enze for infinite tenderness, and those who had once told him about admiration and trust, were now full of fear and resistance.She was scared and wanted to run away.
……………………
Song Shiyan could hardly help laughing.
Since I was so scared, why did I agree to borrow seeds?
Did she not know that after she agreed, she had no way back?
Now he seems to be addicted, but she wants to use it and leave. How can such a good thing be in the world?
Song Shiyan's eyes darkened, and his big hands stroked upwards inch by inch along the curve of her graceful body. His slightly thick fingers slowly and dangerously rubbed her fair and slender neck, and his movements seemed to be gentle and gentle.
The immortal slave was very scared. After adapting to the dim light, she could barely see the man's deep and unpredictable face. His eyes were so dark that there was no light, as deep as an ancient well.
The temperature of the man on her neck made her heart even more aroused, for fear that he would be unhappy and strangle her to death.
After a long stalemate, she heard the man speak in a straightforward tone. Mei Qinghua, you can figure it out, no one can stop me, Song Shiyan, what I want...
The immortal slave only felt that his mind was buzzing and it exploded. The information in his words scared her face so bloody faded.
But... I just spit out a syllable and my lips were blocked by the man again.
He kissed meticulously and longly, and his long tongue penetrated, and he hugged her fragrant tongue straight in. She avoided him and forced her to retreat until she could not retreat before kissing her gently.
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