Chapter 29 Mandarin duck bath

Song Qingyu tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. She didn't understand how Fang Ling fell into her sister's hands. Although it seemed that Fang Ling was forced, she couldn't think of anything that her sister could threaten him.

But recalling the scene of Fang Ling being crushed by Song Qinghua, Song Qingyu's face turned red and his heart was pounding, and he hugged the quilt that was rubbed into a piece of rubbing on his body.

A hint of mèi appeared on Fang Ling's pretty face, and his well-proportioned and beautiful figure appeared in Song Qingyu's mind from time to time

There was also the sound of Fang Ling's panting that made her feel like a cat was scratched, and the conversation between Fang Ling and Song Qing paintings echoed in her ears from time to time, making her heart moved.

At this time, in Fang Ling's bathroom, Song Qinghua first put the water in the bathtub. Fang Ling stood there, looking at the wall, and his eyes didn't dare to move at all. Song Qinghua turned around and looked at Fang Ling's nervous look and couldn't help laughing.

Then Song Qinghua put a bottle of shower gel into Fang Ling's hand, and then looked at him with a playful smile.

Please help me paint this, Song Qinghua said

Qing... Sister Qinghua, this... this is not good... right? Fang Ling replied

Hum? Song Qinghua pretended to be angry and responded dissatisfiedly

Fang Ling heard Song Qinghua's tone was not good, hesitated for a moment, then swallowed, took a deep breath, then squeezed the shower gel into his hands, and then looked at Song Qinghua as if he had made up a lot of determination.

Song Qinghua looked at Fang Ling's eyes and looked at her here, and then she deliberately straightened her chest. Fang Ling lowered her head, her round and plump breasts were visible at a glance. The snow-white skin was dotted with two pink red dots, which reminded Fang Ling of the sweet and delicious red bean double-skin milk, which looked very tempting.

Little brother Fang Ling ~ What are you thinking? Now you can apply it, apply it evenly, otherwise, my sister will do something bad~ Hehehe~ Song Qinghua said in a seductive tone

Fang Ling's heart trembled after hearing this, and quickly picked up a jade hand drawn by Song Qing, and then carefully applied it on the jade arm.

When the cold shower gel touched Song Qing's white and tender skin, Song Qing's voice sounded numb and her ears were heard. Fang Ling was shocked, and then he cheered up and began to apply it.

Song Qinghua's skin that was stained with shower gel made it look smoother, and it felt soft and boneless to the touch, and it felt very good. Song Qinghua also felt Fang Ling's warm hands slid across his arms, which was also very comfortable.

Fang Ling quickly and carefully applied shower gel on Song Qing's arms, legs, and abdomen. Song Qing's long and slender legs were full of beauty, and there was no excess fat on her abdomen, but it felt very soft. After Fang Ling applied it, her face turned red and was about to drip.

Then there was the chest. Fang Ling was in a little trouble, but after all, under the gaze of Song Qinghua, he bit the bullet and started to do it.

It feels extremely soft and has a great touch. Fang Ling's mind is blank at this time, his eyes are lost, his heart is beating faster, and his hands are mechanically smearing.

When touching the pink red beans on Song Qinghua's breasts, Song Qinghua let out another sound, making Fang Ling come to his senses, and quickly speed up and end the torture as soon as possible.

Not long after, Fang Ling finally finished painting the body in front of Song Qing's painting, and then looked at Song Qing's painting. She saw that Song Qing's painting had a very charming expression and looked at him straight. Fang Ling didn't dare to look at her, so she lowered her head.

Then Song Qinghua turned around and signaled Fang Ling to apply shower gel on her back. She didn't have to look at Song Qinghua's seductive eyes. Fang Ling's application speed was much faster and it was done soon.

Little brother Fang Ling~ It’s my turn to paint for you~ Song Qinghua turned around and said to Fang Ling

Ah! No...no, Qing... Sister Qinghua, I...I can... Fang Ling quickly answered

Stop talking nonsense, turn around! Before Fang Ling finished speaking, Song Qinghua ordered

Fang Ling turned around helplessly. As soon as he turned around, a large area of ​​warmth was stuck behind him. Fang Ling exclaimed and his body began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qinghua's warm breath came from Fang Ling's ears, and her jade hands wandered around him, stained with shower gel, which looked smooth and greasy.

It seems that after a century, Fang Ling's body was almost touched by Song Qing's paintings, especially the jade pillar was touched several times, and then Song Qing's paintings let Fang Ling go

Then Song Qinghua washed away the shower gel on herself and Fang Ling, then half lying in the bathtub, and then signaled Fang Ling to lie in.

The bathtub is very big, and even if two people lie in, it will not look narrow. Fang Ling wanted to lie opposite Song Qinghua, but was pulled by Song Qinghua and signaled to lie in front of her. After hesitating for a while, Fang Ling slowly entered the bathtub, turned his back to her, and sat down slowly in front of Song Qinghua.

As soon as Fang Ling sat in the bathtub, Song Qinghua slowly stretched out a pair of jade hands from behind to his chest, and then hugged him. Fang Ling lowered his head and watched Song Qinghua hug him. Although he didn't want to do this, he didn't dare to resist.

Then Song Qinghua used her green onion jade fingers to press the two little red beans on Fang Ling's chest, and gently rubbed them. A strange and comfortable feeling came from Fang Ling's chest, causing him to close his lips and grab both sides of the bathtub with both hands, and resisted not to make a sound.

Then Song Qinghua chuckled and looked at Fang Ling's shoulders. She saw a touch of redness on her fair skin. It should be because Fang Ling was too shy.

Then Song Qinghua gently bit Fang Ling's shoulder and grind it gently with her teeth. The tip of her tongue swept over from time to time, as if she wanted to eat Fang Ling one by one bite at a time.

Fang Ling couldn't help but let out a soft cry when Song Qinghua bit her shoulder, and then closed her mouth again, not wanting to make that shameful sound, but Song Qinghua licked and bit his shoulder with her mouth. The two soft balls on her chest also squeezed Fang Ling's back, and a pair of jade hands rubbing the red beans on his chest.

Under Song Qinghua's gentle and powerful attack, Fang Ling's teeth finally fell and made a series of panting sounds, but he seemed to be trying his best to endure it, frowned, and couldn't tell whether Fang Ling was in pain or comfort for a while.

I couldn't help but scream. Anyway, I haven't heard it before, hehe~ Song Qinghua approached Fang Ling's ear again and said softly. After that, she held Fang Linghong's earlobe that was about to drip, and slowly tasted it in Sandang's mouth.

Fang Ling felt that her body was about to burn. Under Song Qing's teasing, it was extremely hot. After hearing what Song Qing's paintings said, Fang Ling simply stopped patient and shouted softly.