Chapter 105 Shirley, please speak softly (2)

There are two large arched windows on the south side of Ding Ping's bedroom. Through the large windows, you can see the moon when you lie on the bed. Tonight is a full moon, with a shiny mirror, hanging in the distant sky, motionless.

The moonlight poured into the room like water, poured into the bed, silent, but it was very seductive. After Shirley reached orgasm, Ding Ping lies with her, as if he is accumulating and brewing even more crazy movements.

Shirley stroked Ding Ping's head with her hands, kissed Ding Ping's face lightly, and said softly: You are getting stronger and stronger, just by opening your mouth, I reached orgasm.

You made it so sexy, like a snow-white steamed bun, which made me unable to help but pounce on it and take a bite.

Ding Ping's hands were still in the middle of Shirley's legs, and digging in her wet and hot peach garden hole.

Shirley recovered her energy, and she leaned on Ding Ping and said to him: Now it’s time for me to serve you, and I want you to be happy in my mouth.

Ding Ping knew that it was useless to stop it, so he let Shirley move on her body. At the same time, his thoughts turned to Blanche next door. Seeing that she was in her thirties, who was so beautiful?

Those six people are not ordinary masters, nor are they ordinary people able to engage or support them.

Although they were easily defeated by themselves because they were too strong, they would still find them in the future. As Shirley said, their own troubles came.

As Ding Ping was thinking about these, his male root was already in his mouth by Shirley and licked it there. Looking at Shirley Maili's appearance, Ding Ping was a little moved.

Shirley may also know that she could not let Ding Ping squirt out, but she still worked so hard to repay Ding Ping for giving her extreme happiness and happiness.

Shirley knelt between Ding Ping's legs, holding Ding Ping's male root, and constantly stroking her up and down. She also gently stroked Ding Ping's scrotum with her hands. Her gentle and pure cheeks and beautiful naked body formed a strong contrast to Ding Ping's vision, like a mixture of angels and devils appeared in front of Ding Ping.

Ding Ping smelled the faint fragrance in the air and the body fragrance of the beautiful girl, and watched the beautiful girl perform the actions that only her closest lover could have. A feeling of happiness further strengthened the desire in her chest. Ding Ping's male root became bigger and bigger and thicker.

Shirley's mouth gradually became unacceptable. Every time she moved, Ding Ping's male root could only enter Shirley's mouth, and she also broke through her throat from time to time and pointed at her voice, causing Shirley to cough continuously.

Ding Ping stopped Shirley from continuing to stroke his male root, but Shirley did not stop, but changed her method. She first gently licked Ding Ping's glans with the tip of her tongue, then opened her cherry mouth and gently held Ding Ping's purple-red glans, licked Ding Ping's glans with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes slid in the grooves under Ding Ping's glans, and occasionally sucked with her fragrant lips and bite them with her jade teeth. Then Shirley began to shake her head back and forth, stroking Ding Ping's male root up and down, and did not do the same as before.

Ding Ping's male root was wrapped by Shirley with her little mouth. Ding Ping only felt a wave of warmth surrounding her male root. The numb pleasure slowly spread throughout the body and into the limbs and bones, feeling extremely comfortable. At the same time, Ding Ping's male root was licked and sucked by Shirley, making it hard as an iron rod, with blue veins exposed and extremely thick.

Ding Ping's desire was unprecedentedly high by Shirley. He raised Shirley's head with both hands, pulled her up and let her lie down. Ding Ping turned over and overturned his body. Shirley's arms hugged Ding Ping's neck tightly, stilted her legs, and anxiously eagerly welcomed Ding Ping's firm and erectile object, just as if he actively opened a door and was eager to welcome the uninvited guest's driving straight in with a sincere and fearful attitude. Shirley was still moaning violently below, as if he was subject to a punishment that he would willingly but did not have enough ability to endure.

Ding Ping easily inserted into the Taoyuan Cave where Shirley had been wet, and she felt this warmth. Ding Ping's male root poked to the end and stayed inside, almost melting by the wonderful feeling brought by her soft wrap.

Ding Ping stopped motionless like this, Shirley twisted her upper body as if unbearable and shouted: Hello...

Ding Ping understood that this was her thirsty and unbearable expression, but she was still unmoved.

He only moved his hips gently, Ding Ping continued to deepen her pleasure with this gentle touch while waiting for her to call for request.

You really hate it...

Ding Ping's intention quickly made her notice and she screamed coquettishly.

Hurry Ah...

At this time, Shirley's fire of lust seemed to have been boiling, burning to the peak. If she continues, she will automatically sublimate to the extreme in less than a minute.

Just as Shirley was about to reach her patience limit, she finally made a request.

It sounds like a pleading, a coquettish, and a crying.

Hello……

Shirley begged, and wanted to churn her body.

Ding Ping knew her feelings very well. This was the manifestation of her constant struggle, thirst and pain that she was now in the boiling feeling in her body.

Please...

It seems that Shirley has reached the limit of patience, but Ding Ping asked her: What do you want?

I want to eat you!

After Shirley finished speaking, she stopped waiting. She broke away from Ding Ping's hug, her body rose up like a beast, and turned Ding Ping under her.

Although Ding Ping, who tried his best to sway Shirley's appetite, was at an advantage, once Shirley turned to the top, then from then on, Ding Ping had become a victim of this lustful woman and could only let her take advantage of it.

Shirley, who had been enduring the torture, had already burned like a fireball, and her round shoulders and high bulges were oozing out of fine sweat beads, while Shirley's pubic hair had been stripped naked in the depths of the peach garden, which seemed to have springs and water flowed continuously.

When Shirley sat on top of Ding Ping, her slender palms held the thing that had made her suffer, placed it at the entrance of her own peach garden hole, swayed her buttocks, and after determining the exact position, she suddenly raised her waist and sank it, quickly swallowed all the things into it.

At the same time, Shirley let out a shocking roar to relieve her pleasure.

She rode on Ding Ping and grasped the joyful direction of sex herself. She seemed to be trying to revenge Ding Ping's passive sluggishness towards her just now. She pressed and grinded hard like a desperate attempt, moaned and shouted wildly, twisted her waist violently, and her hair was dancing wildly. Her movements were like a small boat encountering a storm in the sea, bumping violently in the peak wave valley.