Feng Yingchen could no longer suppress his impulse and spread her fair and big legs apart. Motata obediently clamped her smooth and tender legs gently between Feng Yingchen's strong waist, her little hands hugged his neck shyly, and her two fair feet were also tightly wrapped around them. Motata's stance seemed to be preparing to fight quickly!

But Master Feng needs to adjust it well, - the little baby who taught her. He thinks that all the treasures should be appreciated slowly. He looked at Motata's funny and cute appearance, and couldn't help but smile badly. His deep eyes were full of charming depth, "Are you so anxious? Hum?"

His big hand actually reached the door of Motata's delicate and soft garden, gently caressing the tenderness of the mysterious area, and the flesh felt a wet feeling as soon as it touched, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more profound and intoxicating.

The movements in his hands became more domineering and rampant, playing with her most delicate and shy area, touching, scratching, picking, and teasing. The wet feeling in his hands became stronger as the movements deepened. He felt the gentle trembling of the people beneath her, and she twisted her body rhythmically like pleasure, her eyes were already confused by love, confused, and confused, and became confused and intoxicated. Her little mouth could not stop being high, moaned, murmured, and hummed, and she was almost at the peak of pleasure. The feeling of arrogance of enjoyment was like flying.

Motata was obsessed with and crazy, and enjoyed pain and then, and she realized that she had completely sunk...

"Yeah...ah...ah...ah...don't, don't do this, do it, um...ha...ah...I'm so itchy, don't do this..." Instead, he accelerated the movements in his hands, just wandering around and refused to enter, making her sexy, itchy, and patient.

"Call me, Chen." He ordered coldly, his deep eyes staring straight at the already confused person beneath him.

"Ahhh...umhhhh...um..." A certain girl only remembered the happy Shen Yin @,@!

"Call me quickly and be obedient." He ordered again.

"Um...Chen...Chen...Hmm..." She shouted obediently, her voice as gentle and comfortable as a pool of spring water.

"Be good." He comforted her, feeling the wetness under her almost began to swell, and he stood up straight in.

"Um... it hurts..." She frowned in pain. He felt distressed, but her tightness made him unable to extricate himself. This was the purest white feeling that belonged to her. She was clean and beautiful. Her first time was dedicated to him tonight.

"Don't be afraid." He kissed her fair neck gently and comforted her gently. Motata felt a burst of itchyness on her delicate neck, and her whole body twisted restlessly. Her whole body was tightly wrapped around Feng Yingchen's sturdy body like a charming painman, and her face was blushing.

Feeling that Master Feng was so gentle to him, it was a gentle feeling that even a daughter could not exchange for. She was happy and forgot the pain, and her little hands tightly grasped his strong spine, proving her peace of mind to him. Master Feng received the signal and began to feel relieved and arrogantly rhythmic in her body.

Only she can possess his domineeringness, his aggression, his presumptuousness, his indifference, his cruelty, and his tenderness.

And her delicacy, her shame, her pure whiteness, her beauty, even her, her low, her cry, her Shen, and her yin all belong to him. She is his, she is his.

"Ahhh...ahhh...um...so itchy, so um...ah...gentle...ah..." She was completely in love, and her petite body had already reached the peak of his arrogant rhythm.

"Yeah... Chen... Chen... OK, um... Ah... Ha... OK, so comfortable... Um..." She was already delicate, and he couldn't extricate himself even though he was panting.

The room is beautiful.

On ambiguous night, their rough rhythm. The girls are thin and weak, soft and whispering, shy and rosy cheeks, sweaty body.

So beautiful.

That night, they hugged each other and slept.

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