The window on the balcony was half open, and the moonlight came uninvited. A thin layer of gauze was spread out to gently put new clothes on pots of freshly blooming flowers.
As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Mianzhong pressed her behind the door.
Brother Mian Zhong?Qingzhi exclaimed.
He hugged her tightly, sniffing her cheeks at the tip of his nose, and his hands poked into the hem of her shirt.
What perfume did you spray?
The shy girl's heart was beating, and her white and small face was blushing like a bride. There was no perfume, it was gardenia...
Jiang Mianzhong lowered his head, put his lips on her pink and white neck, and sucked and kissed carefully.
no.He said affirmatively.
Qingzhi's entire neck became numb and she gradually fell down: There were gardenias on the windowsill...
The faint fragrance that seems to be there and there is no place, the refreshing sweetness is embraced by him.
He didn't know that he was so eager for such sweetness and couldn't wait to taste it.
Her slender five fingers pushed the lace underwear up, grabbed her breasts that were as smooth as tofu, and her thumb tickled her bud-like nipple tip.
Swelling breasts, soft nipples.
His lips curled and he smiled: Flowers are not as fragrant as you.
Brother Mian Zhong turns out that there is such a side...
Qingzhi's heart was beating wildly, and hedging weakly in his mouth: I...I didn't use perfume.
Jiang Mianzhong unbuttoned the buttons of her top in the dark light, and his smile was obvious: Well, it’s your fragrance.
Green branches.His face was buried in her undulating chest, and his upright nose rubbed against his delicate cleavage, and his voice was suppressed: Is it OK?
Qingzhi's head was blank. He had never been so nervous now. He put his hands weakly and didn't know where to go. The next second he caught it and placed it on his tight waist.
She responded softly by instinct.
The man's hand came down, placed it on her perky buttocks, unzipped her skirt, and rustled.
Qingzhi's throat was dry, her closed eyes were trembling, and her body felt particularly sensitive to touch.
He covered his hands on her private parts, slowly picked up her underwear, and stroked her vagina. What was it like inside?
Qingzhi gasped slightly: ...a little itchy...
Besides the itch?The breath of Jiang Mianzhong as he spoke pounced on her ears, teasing a numb and wet feeling.
Qingzhi hid at a loss, his voice was confused: Something flowed out...
His middle finger shaved the tender soft flesh and touched a small pearl.
Qingzhi shook and his head was dizzy. Then he listened to him holding her earlobe in his mouth and his breathing became heavier: Can you suck it down?
Qingzhi leaned in his arms, biting his lips and shook his head.
I want to lick and suck.He didn't give up, and he couldn't let go of his love and rub the mucus oozing out of the flower hole, teasing her, is that okay?
Qingzhi was stimulated by words, and she couldn't stand it. The surging desire was flooding, and her private parts shrank, and another stream of juice flowed out.
Qingzhi's thinking was slow, and his mind was covered with clouds and mist.
The man picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, spread her two white and evenly shaped legs, took off the obstacles that had been wet with body fluids, and bent down.
She was so sensitive that her labia were held by her lips and sank into her warm mouth.
The tip of the tongue touches the acupoint and penetrates inch by inch.
Don't... Brother Mian Zhong... Qingzhi was shocked and his eyes were blurred.
Jiang Mianzhong remained motionless, his palms stroking back and forth along her thighs, the Adam's apple rolled, and the tip of his tongue licked the petals emotionally.
The green branches trembled, and the current radiated from the place where he sucked and grounded to his body. She couldn't help it for a moment, letting go of her clenched lips and screaming.
As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Mianzhong pressed her behind the door.
Brother Mian Zhong?Qingzhi exclaimed.
He hugged her tightly, sniffing her cheeks at the tip of his nose, and his hands poked into the hem of her shirt.
What perfume did you spray?
The shy girl's heart was beating, and her white and small face was blushing like a bride. There was no perfume, it was gardenia...
Jiang Mianzhong lowered his head, put his lips on her pink and white neck, and sucked and kissed carefully.
no.He said affirmatively.
Qingzhi's entire neck became numb and she gradually fell down: There were gardenias on the windowsill...
The faint fragrance that seems to be there and there is no place, the refreshing sweetness is embraced by him.
He didn't know that he was so eager for such sweetness and couldn't wait to taste it.
Her slender five fingers pushed the lace underwear up, grabbed her breasts that were as smooth as tofu, and her thumb tickled her bud-like nipple tip.
Swelling breasts, soft nipples.
His lips curled and he smiled: Flowers are not as fragrant as you.
Brother Mian Zhong turns out that there is such a side...
Qingzhi's heart was beating wildly, and hedging weakly in his mouth: I...I didn't use perfume.
Jiang Mianzhong unbuttoned the buttons of her top in the dark light, and his smile was obvious: Well, it’s your fragrance.
Green branches.His face was buried in her undulating chest, and his upright nose rubbed against his delicate cleavage, and his voice was suppressed: Is it OK?
Qingzhi's head was blank. He had never been so nervous now. He put his hands weakly and didn't know where to go. The next second he caught it and placed it on his tight waist.
She responded softly by instinct.
The man's hand came down, placed it on her perky buttocks, unzipped her skirt, and rustled.
Qingzhi's throat was dry, her closed eyes were trembling, and her body felt particularly sensitive to touch.
He covered his hands on her private parts, slowly picked up her underwear, and stroked her vagina. What was it like inside?
Qingzhi gasped slightly: ...a little itchy...
Besides the itch?The breath of Jiang Mianzhong as he spoke pounced on her ears, teasing a numb and wet feeling.
Qingzhi hid at a loss, his voice was confused: Something flowed out...
His middle finger shaved the tender soft flesh and touched a small pearl.
Qingzhi shook and his head was dizzy. Then he listened to him holding her earlobe in his mouth and his breathing became heavier: Can you suck it down?
Qingzhi leaned in his arms, biting his lips and shook his head.
I want to lick and suck.He didn't give up, and he couldn't let go of his love and rub the mucus oozing out of the flower hole, teasing her, is that okay?
Qingzhi was stimulated by words, and she couldn't stand it. The surging desire was flooding, and her private parts shrank, and another stream of juice flowed out.
Qingzhi's thinking was slow, and his mind was covered with clouds and mist.
The man picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, spread her two white and evenly shaped legs, took off the obstacles that had been wet with body fluids, and bent down.
She was so sensitive that her labia were held by her lips and sank into her warm mouth.
The tip of the tongue touches the acupoint and penetrates inch by inch.
Don't... Brother Mian Zhong... Qingzhi was shocked and his eyes were blurred.
Jiang Mianzhong remained motionless, his palms stroking back and forth along her thighs, the Adam's apple rolled, and the tip of his tongue licked the petals emotionally.
The green branches trembled, and the current radiated from the place where he sucked and grounded to his body. She couldn't help it for a moment, letting go of her clenched lips and screaming.
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