Yihao, you must always call me aunt.
Shangguan Jing replied subconsciously. Yang Yihao was stunned. At this moment, she was taking off her pants. Why did she suddenly say this? Yang Yihao thought Shangguan Jing could not speak, and Shangguan Jing was also stunned. She always felt like she was sucking evil taboos. This feeling made her feel like she was sucking opium. She was floating in a state of ecstasy and was extremely enjoying, but she blurted out, but she felt a little embarrassed. She said angrily: Why are you still stunned? Take off Ah quickly.
For a moment, the initiative became passive, and the passive became active instead. Yang Yihao was full of curiosity and obediently took off his aunt Shangguan Jing's white trousers. The jade legs condensed from the fat were revealed. The snow buttocks were actually wearing hollow black lace underwear. In the hollowing of snowflakes, there were white and round buttocks, and a magical trunk that was craftsmanship-like, which not only did not destroy the overall beauty, but added a mysterious color and exuded an attractive smoothness.
Look at what, why don’t you take it off quickly?
Shangguan Jing had a little bit of a slap in the jar.
OK, take it off immediately.
Yang Yihao said.
In fact, only the hollow black lace underwear is left. Isn’t it enough to tear it out directly? Why do you need to take it off?
But in this winding scene, no one of them expected it, or without saying that, Yang Yihao extended his big hand from his hip to the body of his aunt Shangguan Jing. Shangguan Jing was lying on the tail and let his big hand squeeze in easily. He started with the high mound of the pubic mound, and the lush jungle under the mound. I don’t know if the grass in the jungle was too stubborn or the gap in the hollow black lace panties was too big, and the black jungle was exposed one after another. Yang Yihao couldn’t help fiddling it twice, and felt that the aunt Shangguan Jing’s lower body trembled lightly.
Ah...Don't move... It's so irritating...
Shangguan Jing said, she couldn't tell whether this was intentional or unintentional by her nephew Yang Yihao, but this happened to cater to her mood at this moment. She let out a long sigh and said: Take off... Be careful... Don't pull... Don't pull... Maomao... It's so irritating...
Maomao?Oh, pubic hair Ah, I get it.
Yang Yihao said quickly.
You guy...so rude...
Shangguan Jing said angrily.
Yang Yihao gently peeled off the hollow black lace underwear. Under the thick fragrant grass, the charming peach garden was faintly visible. The fragrant grass in the peach garden seemed to be stained with water, wet. It was originally close to the peach garden, but as the hollow black lace underwear was pulled off, it stood up. Under the dim light of the cave, love water became pearls and crystal clear. After all, it was a mature woman. Shangguan Jing still reflected under the touch of his nephew Yang Yihao. Yang Yihao glanced casually. The bottom of the hollow black lace underwear was also wet. He felt a sway in his heart, and he couldn't help but gently take the hollow black lace underwear to his nose and smelled it gently. But at this time, Shangguan Jing looked back at Yang Yihao for some reason, and grabbed it right away.
Yang Yihao's face suddenly turned red, and he defended: Aunt...I...
I hate it, why... why are you like this?
Shangguan Jing asked: Do you want to take drugs for me?
Yang Yihao reached out and touched Shangguan Jing's plump and round buttocks. He held it in his hand and was so plump; he touched it gently and was so smooth; he pinched it, it was as soft as boneless, and pressed it, and it was amazingly elastic.
He attached himself, and a mature woman's body fragrance and the lewd and fishy smell of love water mixed together, which made Yang Yihao's mind clear and confused.
Yang Yihao couldn't help but say: It smells so good.
As he said that, he wrinkled his nose and made a loud nasal sound, as if he was savoring the fragrance with all his might.
Shangguan Jing was delighted. Finally, someone realized his body fragrance. No one had said this for so many years, nor had he ever touched her crotch and smelled it. Her charming peach blossom was fragrant. As the water of love overflowed, there would be a faint fragrance of flowers. When her husband was Yang Yihao's uncle, he knew it, but he was busy with business matters and did not care much about the affairs of the couple. This made Shangguan Jing feel lost. Perhaps it was because of her husband's coldness that Shangguan Jing always wanted to make some tempting actions to let her husband understand her own benefits. So she liked to wear clothes that could highlight her beautiful figure. It was this kind of psychology that made her mentally deformed about the affairs of the couple. On the one hand, she felt indulged in sexual intercourse.It is not what a chaste woman says; on the other hand, the ordinary days want her to fantasize about having strange experiences all day long, but all these fantasies become thinner with her husband's death. It is not that her husband died after death. There are many people who catch up with Guan Jing, but as a wife and a mother, Shangguan Jing doesn't want her daughter to suffer, so she would rather endure her emptiness and loneliness than find a man again. Those so-called fantasies have slowly been immersed in the depths of her heart as her husband's death. No one would have expected that the previous illusion was actually awakened by the words of her nephew Yang Yihao in front of her nephew Yang Yihao in front of her nephew Yang Yihao.
You... Take drugs quickly... smell it again later...
Shangguan Jing said shyly.
Yang Yihao was stunned. Is there any store after passing this village?
Can I still see my aunt Shangguan Jing’s delicate body in the future?
What does her mean?
Yang Yihao felt a sudden heart and said with emotion: This fragrance should have existed in heaven, but it is rare to hear it on earth.Alas, after tonight, I don’t know when I will smell such a body fragrance.
Shangguan Jing's face seemed to be burning, red, but the feeling of embarrassment disappeared, and a ripples appeared in her heart: The spring and white snow should be played by her confidant. Should this delicate body be dedicated to those who know how to love?
Little bad guy, he actually dares to tease his aunt.
For some reason, Shangguan Jing always likes to emphasize that she is Yang Yihao's biological aunt, as if only in this way can she arouse her great satisfaction and completely suppress the pleasure of being unfaithful.
I'm just telling the truth, I've never smelled this scent.
Yang Yihao said with some regret.
That's of course, you're still young.
Shangguan Jing said, you may have a chance to smell it in the future.
Who do you smell?
Yang Yihao asked, maybe only aunt, you have this fragrance, nothing else.
I?
Zhang Wanjun smiled sadly: I am your aunt.
Then... can we still do this in the future?
Yang Yihao gently sowed the heartstrings of his aunt Shangguan Jing.
Shangguan Jing seemed a little disappointed: Take drugs for me quickly. When the poison water hits my heart, there will be no future.
Yang Yihao opened his mouth, aimed at the position bitten by the poisonous snake, sucked gently, holding the other half's snow-white buttocks with one hand, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the chrysanthemum door hidden in the jade groove. Under the temptation of the Heat's body, the stimulation of the extravagant atmosphere, the seduction of the ambiguous posture, and the verbal teasing of the couple, Yang Yihao gradually responded.
Chirp...
Yang Yihao sucked, and as he breathed heavily, the hot air spurted on Shangguan Jing's buttocks. The hot breath was sprayed directly on his high buttocks. Under the interval between the breeze and the hot air, the snow buttocks trembled slightly, like smooth silk brocade, with wrinkles on them, but the warm big hand gently waved, flattening the wrinkles again; the hot air spurted on the crotch again, and the hot breath passed through the steep flesh wall and rushed straight towards the chrysanthemum door, as if a finger was on the chrysanthemum door.It was playing gently on it, first pressing around, then gently tapping the chrysanthemum door. The heat flowed, making the chrysanthemum door unable to help but open gently. The small finger suddenly disappeared into the chrysanthemum door. If one finger was really stuffed into the chrysanthemum door, it would be better. The heat suddenly penetrated into the chrysanthemum door, making the chrysanthemum door a little itchy and a little empty. The heat slid down from the crotch in a while, like a cloud of mist sliding across the wet and hot labia majora, covering the lush black jungle.
Ah……
Shangguan Jing couldn't help but shout, and she thought to herself, is this little villain deliberately teasing me?
She didn't have the guilt she had just felt, but she had a strange sense of pleasure and the uneasiness of having sex. Yang Yihao's breathing was light and heavy. The heat that was exhaled moved up and down sometimes, making Shangguan Jing's lower body itchy and numb.
Aunt, what's wrong with you? Are you sucking too hard?
Yang Yihao asked: Otherwise, I will help you rub it?
Oh... no... don't rub... you... wipe me... wipe my butt...
Shangguan Jing said.
Is it here?
Yang Yihao kneaded his snow-white buttocks.
No...not where...to the left...
Shangguan Jing said in a delicate voice, half of the voice was coquettish, half of it, but it was extremely pleasant, just like a gentle little hand gently stroking the huge object under his crotch, making Yang Yihao's lower body swell quickly and thickly. He swallowed and applied it, saying: Is this...is... a crotch?
It's not a crotch...it's...it's a chrysanthemum...
Shangguan Jing said shyly.
Oh, your asshole is itchy?
Yang Yihao didn't know what to do, but suddenly said such rude words that were heartbroken.
But Shangguan Jing's expression stagnated, but he said: Yes... it's just the asshole... it's so itchy there... you can help me scratch it...
My hands are not clean, why don’t I help you with your aunt?
Yang Yihao suggested.
Shangguan Jing's face turned hot, and she thought to herself: This little enemy and little bad guy, she is itchy, and she is still letting you blow it. This... how can you still blow it?
No, just rub her.
Shangguan Jing said.
Then I'll help you pick it.
As he said that, Yang Yihao stretched out one finger, spitted on it, and used one hand to spread the compact and fat snow buttocks, and the scenery of the anus was unobstructed.
Tian Ah, this is really a beauty. The chrysanthemum door is all pink. Yang Yihao gently pressed his finger near Shangguan Jing’s chrysanthemum door twice and said: Is it still itchy?
Shangguan Jing replied subconsciously. Yang Yihao was stunned. At this moment, she was taking off her pants. Why did she suddenly say this? Yang Yihao thought Shangguan Jing could not speak, and Shangguan Jing was also stunned. She always felt like she was sucking evil taboos. This feeling made her feel like she was sucking opium. She was floating in a state of ecstasy and was extremely enjoying, but she blurted out, but she felt a little embarrassed. She said angrily: Why are you still stunned? Take off Ah quickly.
For a moment, the initiative became passive, and the passive became active instead. Yang Yihao was full of curiosity and obediently took off his aunt Shangguan Jing's white trousers. The jade legs condensed from the fat were revealed. The snow buttocks were actually wearing hollow black lace underwear. In the hollowing of snowflakes, there were white and round buttocks, and a magical trunk that was craftsmanship-like, which not only did not destroy the overall beauty, but added a mysterious color and exuded an attractive smoothness.
Look at what, why don’t you take it off quickly?
Shangguan Jing had a little bit of a slap in the jar.
OK, take it off immediately.
Yang Yihao said.
In fact, only the hollow black lace underwear is left. Isn’t it enough to tear it out directly? Why do you need to take it off?
But in this winding scene, no one of them expected it, or without saying that, Yang Yihao extended his big hand from his hip to the body of his aunt Shangguan Jing. Shangguan Jing was lying on the tail and let his big hand squeeze in easily. He started with the high mound of the pubic mound, and the lush jungle under the mound. I don’t know if the grass in the jungle was too stubborn or the gap in the hollow black lace panties was too big, and the black jungle was exposed one after another. Yang Yihao couldn’t help fiddling it twice, and felt that the aunt Shangguan Jing’s lower body trembled lightly.
Ah...Don't move... It's so irritating...
Shangguan Jing said, she couldn't tell whether this was intentional or unintentional by her nephew Yang Yihao, but this happened to cater to her mood at this moment. She let out a long sigh and said: Take off... Be careful... Don't pull... Don't pull... Maomao... It's so irritating...
Maomao?Oh, pubic hair Ah, I get it.
Yang Yihao said quickly.
You guy...so rude...
Shangguan Jing said angrily.
Yang Yihao gently peeled off the hollow black lace underwear. Under the thick fragrant grass, the charming peach garden was faintly visible. The fragrant grass in the peach garden seemed to be stained with water, wet. It was originally close to the peach garden, but as the hollow black lace underwear was pulled off, it stood up. Under the dim light of the cave, love water became pearls and crystal clear. After all, it was a mature woman. Shangguan Jing still reflected under the touch of his nephew Yang Yihao. Yang Yihao glanced casually. The bottom of the hollow black lace underwear was also wet. He felt a sway in his heart, and he couldn't help but gently take the hollow black lace underwear to his nose and smelled it gently. But at this time, Shangguan Jing looked back at Yang Yihao for some reason, and grabbed it right away.
Yang Yihao's face suddenly turned red, and he defended: Aunt...I...
I hate it, why... why are you like this?
Shangguan Jing asked: Do you want to take drugs for me?
Yang Yihao reached out and touched Shangguan Jing's plump and round buttocks. He held it in his hand and was so plump; he touched it gently and was so smooth; he pinched it, it was as soft as boneless, and pressed it, and it was amazingly elastic.
He attached himself, and a mature woman's body fragrance and the lewd and fishy smell of love water mixed together, which made Yang Yihao's mind clear and confused.
Yang Yihao couldn't help but say: It smells so good.
As he said that, he wrinkled his nose and made a loud nasal sound, as if he was savoring the fragrance with all his might.
Shangguan Jing was delighted. Finally, someone realized his body fragrance. No one had said this for so many years, nor had he ever touched her crotch and smelled it. Her charming peach blossom was fragrant. As the water of love overflowed, there would be a faint fragrance of flowers. When her husband was Yang Yihao's uncle, he knew it, but he was busy with business matters and did not care much about the affairs of the couple. This made Shangguan Jing feel lost. Perhaps it was because of her husband's coldness that Shangguan Jing always wanted to make some tempting actions to let her husband understand her own benefits. So she liked to wear clothes that could highlight her beautiful figure. It was this kind of psychology that made her mentally deformed about the affairs of the couple. On the one hand, she felt indulged in sexual intercourse.It is not what a chaste woman says; on the other hand, the ordinary days want her to fantasize about having strange experiences all day long, but all these fantasies become thinner with her husband's death. It is not that her husband died after death. There are many people who catch up with Guan Jing, but as a wife and a mother, Shangguan Jing doesn't want her daughter to suffer, so she would rather endure her emptiness and loneliness than find a man again. Those so-called fantasies have slowly been immersed in the depths of her heart as her husband's death. No one would have expected that the previous illusion was actually awakened by the words of her nephew Yang Yihao in front of her nephew Yang Yihao in front of her nephew Yang Yihao.
You... Take drugs quickly... smell it again later...
Shangguan Jing said shyly.
Yang Yihao was stunned. Is there any store after passing this village?
Can I still see my aunt Shangguan Jing’s delicate body in the future?
What does her mean?
Yang Yihao felt a sudden heart and said with emotion: This fragrance should have existed in heaven, but it is rare to hear it on earth.Alas, after tonight, I don’t know when I will smell such a body fragrance.
Shangguan Jing's face seemed to be burning, red, but the feeling of embarrassment disappeared, and a ripples appeared in her heart: The spring and white snow should be played by her confidant. Should this delicate body be dedicated to those who know how to love?
Little bad guy, he actually dares to tease his aunt.
For some reason, Shangguan Jing always likes to emphasize that she is Yang Yihao's biological aunt, as if only in this way can she arouse her great satisfaction and completely suppress the pleasure of being unfaithful.
I'm just telling the truth, I've never smelled this scent.
Yang Yihao said with some regret.
That's of course, you're still young.
Shangguan Jing said, you may have a chance to smell it in the future.
Who do you smell?
Yang Yihao asked, maybe only aunt, you have this fragrance, nothing else.
I?
Zhang Wanjun smiled sadly: I am your aunt.
Then... can we still do this in the future?
Yang Yihao gently sowed the heartstrings of his aunt Shangguan Jing.
Shangguan Jing seemed a little disappointed: Take drugs for me quickly. When the poison water hits my heart, there will be no future.
Yang Yihao opened his mouth, aimed at the position bitten by the poisonous snake, sucked gently, holding the other half's snow-white buttocks with one hand, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the chrysanthemum door hidden in the jade groove. Under the temptation of the Heat's body, the stimulation of the extravagant atmosphere, the seduction of the ambiguous posture, and the verbal teasing of the couple, Yang Yihao gradually responded.
Chirp...
Yang Yihao sucked, and as he breathed heavily, the hot air spurted on Shangguan Jing's buttocks. The hot breath was sprayed directly on his high buttocks. Under the interval between the breeze and the hot air, the snow buttocks trembled slightly, like smooth silk brocade, with wrinkles on them, but the warm big hand gently waved, flattening the wrinkles again; the hot air spurted on the crotch again, and the hot breath passed through the steep flesh wall and rushed straight towards the chrysanthemum door, as if a finger was on the chrysanthemum door.It was playing gently on it, first pressing around, then gently tapping the chrysanthemum door. The heat flowed, making the chrysanthemum door unable to help but open gently. The small finger suddenly disappeared into the chrysanthemum door. If one finger was really stuffed into the chrysanthemum door, it would be better. The heat suddenly penetrated into the chrysanthemum door, making the chrysanthemum door a little itchy and a little empty. The heat slid down from the crotch in a while, like a cloud of mist sliding across the wet and hot labia majora, covering the lush black jungle.
Ah……
Shangguan Jing couldn't help but shout, and she thought to herself, is this little villain deliberately teasing me?
She didn't have the guilt she had just felt, but she had a strange sense of pleasure and the uneasiness of having sex. Yang Yihao's breathing was light and heavy. The heat that was exhaled moved up and down sometimes, making Shangguan Jing's lower body itchy and numb.
Aunt, what's wrong with you? Are you sucking too hard?
Yang Yihao asked: Otherwise, I will help you rub it?
Oh... no... don't rub... you... wipe me... wipe my butt...
Shangguan Jing said.
Is it here?
Yang Yihao kneaded his snow-white buttocks.
No...not where...to the left...
Shangguan Jing said in a delicate voice, half of the voice was coquettish, half of it, but it was extremely pleasant, just like a gentle little hand gently stroking the huge object under his crotch, making Yang Yihao's lower body swell quickly and thickly. He swallowed and applied it, saying: Is this...is... a crotch?
It's not a crotch...it's...it's a chrysanthemum...
Shangguan Jing said shyly.
Oh, your asshole is itchy?
Yang Yihao didn't know what to do, but suddenly said such rude words that were heartbroken.
But Shangguan Jing's expression stagnated, but he said: Yes... it's just the asshole... it's so itchy there... you can help me scratch it...
My hands are not clean, why don’t I help you with your aunt?
Yang Yihao suggested.
Shangguan Jing's face turned hot, and she thought to herself: This little enemy and little bad guy, she is itchy, and she is still letting you blow it. This... how can you still blow it?
No, just rub her.
Shangguan Jing said.
Then I'll help you pick it.
As he said that, Yang Yihao stretched out one finger, spitted on it, and used one hand to spread the compact and fat snow buttocks, and the scenery of the anus was unobstructed.
Tian Ah, this is really a beauty. The chrysanthemum door is all pink. Yang Yihao gently pressed his finger near Shangguan Jing’s chrysanthemum door twice and said: Is it still itchy?
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