The night breeze is cool, but under the shade of the night, the big bed in Wei Ming's bedroom was covered with hot Fang Qin lying on his back, and the pretty face covered with red and tide was like a blooming flower bud, bright and endless temptation. Husband·Ah··Quick···I'm coming··Hmm··Hmm··Hmm··Good··Give me··The shouts were getting more and more rapid. Obviously, she had touched the edge of orgasm. The plump waist was swinging violently, and her wide buttocks were thrusting upwards. Her white and slender legs were tightly clamped against her husband Wei Ming's waist. Perhaps it was the passion that his wife burned, which made him lose his persistence when he was young. After a unwilling roar, Fang Qin could only accept the hot torrent flow into her deep area. Fortunately, Fang Qin was a considerate woman. She endured the emptiness and discomfort that her body had not yet been satisfied, hugged her husband tightly and took the initiative to cross her soft tongue to his mouth until the shaking of her husband's body slowly stopped, and she fell beside her with panting...