As Alice was rushing, she let out a cry of tears from her mouth, and the love juice in her body flowed into Ding Ping's lower abdomen, much more than her mother Erin's. It gathered into a small river under Ding Ping's lower abdomen, moistening the bed sheets under her.
Alice's eyes were closed, everything seemed to be invisible, and she screamed loudly, everything seemed to be expanding endlessly, shining in the darkness, everything was catering to the desires in her body.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a sharp tremor followed by a weak swan, then she fell from the sky above the lake like a weak swan.
I don't know how long it took for Erin to wake up from her dream and opened her eyes. At this time, the battle between Ding Ping and Alice was over. Erin used her ribs to support her body and stared at Ding Ping's face, and scratched Ding Ping's hair with her hands affectionately. Then, starting from Ding Ping's hair, forehead, nose bridge, lips, and lower palate, kissed from top to bottom, kissed and kissed again and again.
The snow-white sheets on the bed were sticky and wrinkled, and the hood was wet and uncomfortable. In fact, none of them were dry. A strand of hair was attached to Irene's forehead, and the mess behind it looked like a pile of weeds.
It was chaotic on her white and green shoulders. Because it was because of the wetness, the hair was like bunches of thin yellow gold wires, silent in the light in the air.
Erin's face was still fair and fine, but in that fine and fairness, there was a faint blue color like her shoulders.
Erin just kissed and licked Ding Ping wildly. Alice also joined the group at this time, and the tips of their tongues and red lips were busy.
Never let the two women who were mother and daughter comfort them so enthusiastically, Ding Ping completely forgot his mission, as if the positions of both sides were reversed.
As if intentionally or unintentionally, the two pairs of rabbit-like breasts were always swaying in front of Ding Ping's face, as white as a layer of powder, and the fragrance of the skin emitted from it was as strong as the milky smell just squeezed out.
The nipples blinked at Ding Ping like a demonic and burning red eyes. Ding Ping stretched out his tongue and licked it, but it fled like a hide-and-seek. Ding Ping had to reach out to catch it, it was so soft and pink.
When Ding Ping took turns sucking on their breasts like hungry children, they raised their heads, lowered their eyes, frowned, and their bodies swung eagerly, as if a cobra controlled by the magic flute was dancing in pain, as if they were about to disintegrate. Ding Ping sucked, swallowed, and teased freely, as if there was there, Ding Ping's lips would have to be stationed for a long time, taking root and sprouting. Until their hands reminded Ding Ping of Ding Ping, they reluctantly left reluctantly.
Erin held Ding Ping's erect object in his hand, and rode on Ding Ping's body like he stepped onto his saddle, and easily swallowed the thing in. Then Erin danced herself in a very obsessive way. Erin's body rose and fell, her waist twisted softly, and her hips were bumping happily.
Ding Ping kept thrusting his butt, cooperating with Irene's bumps, so that he could enter her body deeper and let Irene get greater happiness. At the same time, Ding Ping's hand came to Alice's body, swam for a while and inserted his fingers into her body, constantly tugging, causing Alice to make a heavy moan sound from her mouth.
Ding Ping stood up, turned Erin over, let her lie on the bed, and then asked Alice to lie on Erin, aligning their private parts, their legs spread out, and their two small mouths opened at the same time. Ding Ping thrust his male root and inserted it there, inserting it into Erin's body, and inserting it into Alice's body, constantly rotating.
The Taoyuan Cave of the two of them was like a reservoir that broke the dam, flooding, making Ding Ping's thrust in and out smoothly. Sometimes Ding Ping did not need to change the position. When Ding Ping's male root was pulled out, he would naturally enter different Taoyuan Caves and experience the different, warm meat jade wrapped around his male root. Flashes of hot currents continued to surge from his lower body, and the excitement and stimulation continued to rise and rise again.
Ding Ping slowly twitched back and forth, and Erin and Alice's faces turned red due to excitement. He grabbed each other's shoulders with both hands, his nails were sinking into his flesh, and his mouth kept moaning.
Ding Ping increased the pace of the sprint, causing their screams to rise slowly, until the top of the high mountain. Ding Ping slowed down, and then lowered quietly. After sprinting, they gradually rose to Yang.
Ding Ping is like a conductor of a symphony, leading a sexual symphony orchestra, allowing the passionate music to be unrestrained in the airspace of sex. The music is sometimes high and sometimes low. This is the most moving symphony Ding Ping has ever heard in his life.
Ding Ping's male root soon became like a crazy dragon, and began to poke fiercely the slippery and stretchy wet flower paths of Irene and Alice, causing their bodies to twist up and down, twisting their bodies to sway their pairs of big and plump breasts up and down, squeezing each other.
Under the impact of Ding Ping, their private parts were involuntarily contracting, sucking Ding Ping's male root tightly, sweating dripping, and they twisted their bodies desperately, their cherry lips opened and closed, and their hair was scattered with their shaking bodies. Their happy moans and the sound of Ding Ping's male root pulling out and inserted into the male root made Ding Ping even more excited. Ding Ping also felt that the male root was licked and sucked back and forth by their petals, which made Ding Ping tremble all over.
Ding Ping felt a trembling excitement from his lower body, and the twitching of his muscles rushed straight to his forehead along his spine. Ding Ping thrust his male root even harder, so that his lower body muscles could be stretched. They even turned round and moaning and screaming straight up to the clouds, reaching the peak of happiness. The mother and daughter both swayed and kissed each other passionately. The entrance of the Taoyuan cave in the lower body opened and closed, spitting their own essence, and gasping with Ding Ping's male root there. This scene stimulated Ding Ping's male root trembled, and his essence also gushed out, ejaculated, and shot out again, and I don't know who the body of their mother and daughter.
After a long time, the three of them calmed down from the stormy orgasm, hugging each other and lying together. Ding Ping hugged Erin and Alice who reached orgasm, and moved their hands on them to extend their pleasure.
Ding Ping, I am really grateful to you. It is you who made me realize the climax I had never reached before and the happiness I had never received before.
Erin said with her hand on Ding Ping's male root.
Alice's eyes were closed, everything seemed to be invisible, and she screamed loudly, everything seemed to be expanding endlessly, shining in the darkness, everything was catering to the desires in her body.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a sharp tremor followed by a weak swan, then she fell from the sky above the lake like a weak swan.
I don't know how long it took for Erin to wake up from her dream and opened her eyes. At this time, the battle between Ding Ping and Alice was over. Erin used her ribs to support her body and stared at Ding Ping's face, and scratched Ding Ping's hair with her hands affectionately. Then, starting from Ding Ping's hair, forehead, nose bridge, lips, and lower palate, kissed from top to bottom, kissed and kissed again and again.
The snow-white sheets on the bed were sticky and wrinkled, and the hood was wet and uncomfortable. In fact, none of them were dry. A strand of hair was attached to Irene's forehead, and the mess behind it looked like a pile of weeds.
It was chaotic on her white and green shoulders. Because it was because of the wetness, the hair was like bunches of thin yellow gold wires, silent in the light in the air.
Erin's face was still fair and fine, but in that fine and fairness, there was a faint blue color like her shoulders.
Erin just kissed and licked Ding Ping wildly. Alice also joined the group at this time, and the tips of their tongues and red lips were busy.
Never let the two women who were mother and daughter comfort them so enthusiastically, Ding Ping completely forgot his mission, as if the positions of both sides were reversed.
As if intentionally or unintentionally, the two pairs of rabbit-like breasts were always swaying in front of Ding Ping's face, as white as a layer of powder, and the fragrance of the skin emitted from it was as strong as the milky smell just squeezed out.
The nipples blinked at Ding Ping like a demonic and burning red eyes. Ding Ping stretched out his tongue and licked it, but it fled like a hide-and-seek. Ding Ping had to reach out to catch it, it was so soft and pink.
When Ding Ping took turns sucking on their breasts like hungry children, they raised their heads, lowered their eyes, frowned, and their bodies swung eagerly, as if a cobra controlled by the magic flute was dancing in pain, as if they were about to disintegrate. Ding Ping sucked, swallowed, and teased freely, as if there was there, Ding Ping's lips would have to be stationed for a long time, taking root and sprouting. Until their hands reminded Ding Ping of Ding Ping, they reluctantly left reluctantly.
Erin held Ding Ping's erect object in his hand, and rode on Ding Ping's body like he stepped onto his saddle, and easily swallowed the thing in. Then Erin danced herself in a very obsessive way. Erin's body rose and fell, her waist twisted softly, and her hips were bumping happily.
Ding Ping kept thrusting his butt, cooperating with Irene's bumps, so that he could enter her body deeper and let Irene get greater happiness. At the same time, Ding Ping's hand came to Alice's body, swam for a while and inserted his fingers into her body, constantly tugging, causing Alice to make a heavy moan sound from her mouth.
Ding Ping stood up, turned Erin over, let her lie on the bed, and then asked Alice to lie on Erin, aligning their private parts, their legs spread out, and their two small mouths opened at the same time. Ding Ping thrust his male root and inserted it there, inserting it into Erin's body, and inserting it into Alice's body, constantly rotating.
The Taoyuan Cave of the two of them was like a reservoir that broke the dam, flooding, making Ding Ping's thrust in and out smoothly. Sometimes Ding Ping did not need to change the position. When Ding Ping's male root was pulled out, he would naturally enter different Taoyuan Caves and experience the different, warm meat jade wrapped around his male root. Flashes of hot currents continued to surge from his lower body, and the excitement and stimulation continued to rise and rise again.
Ding Ping slowly twitched back and forth, and Erin and Alice's faces turned red due to excitement. He grabbed each other's shoulders with both hands, his nails were sinking into his flesh, and his mouth kept moaning.
Ding Ping increased the pace of the sprint, causing their screams to rise slowly, until the top of the high mountain. Ding Ping slowed down, and then lowered quietly. After sprinting, they gradually rose to Yang.
Ding Ping is like a conductor of a symphony, leading a sexual symphony orchestra, allowing the passionate music to be unrestrained in the airspace of sex. The music is sometimes high and sometimes low. This is the most moving symphony Ding Ping has ever heard in his life.
Ding Ping's male root soon became like a crazy dragon, and began to poke fiercely the slippery and stretchy wet flower paths of Irene and Alice, causing their bodies to twist up and down, twisting their bodies to sway their pairs of big and plump breasts up and down, squeezing each other.
Under the impact of Ding Ping, their private parts were involuntarily contracting, sucking Ding Ping's male root tightly, sweating dripping, and they twisted their bodies desperately, their cherry lips opened and closed, and their hair was scattered with their shaking bodies. Their happy moans and the sound of Ding Ping's male root pulling out and inserted into the male root made Ding Ping even more excited. Ding Ping also felt that the male root was licked and sucked back and forth by their petals, which made Ding Ping tremble all over.
Ding Ping felt a trembling excitement from his lower body, and the twitching of his muscles rushed straight to his forehead along his spine. Ding Ping thrust his male root even harder, so that his lower body muscles could be stretched. They even turned round and moaning and screaming straight up to the clouds, reaching the peak of happiness. The mother and daughter both swayed and kissed each other passionately. The entrance of the Taoyuan cave in the lower body opened and closed, spitting their own essence, and gasping with Ding Ping's male root there. This scene stimulated Ding Ping's male root trembled, and his essence also gushed out, ejaculated, and shot out again, and I don't know who the body of their mother and daughter.
After a long time, the three of them calmed down from the stormy orgasm, hugging each other and lying together. Ding Ping hugged Erin and Alice who reached orgasm, and moved their hands on them to extend their pleasure.
Ding Ping, I am really grateful to you. It is you who made me realize the climax I had never reached before and the happiness I had never received before.
Erin said with her hand on Ding Ping's male root.
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