Bentham drank the wine in one gulp, put down the glass, grabbed Tingdong's arm with both hands and said: "Don't call her eldest sister Wang Dong, call her eldest sister like us, do you think that's right, Xiaoke?"

Bentham turned back to ask Wang Sike, but when he looked up, he found that she had fallen asleep on the table.

Tingdong also followed Bentham's gaze and saw Wang Sike sleeping. He looked back at Mengzi who got up to refill his tea and said: "Miss Xiaoke has drunk too much. Why don't we let her sleep in our room?"

, can we go to that room and sleep?"

Only then did Mengzi see Wang Sike lying on the coffee table. She gave Tingdong a look and said, "What else can you do? Hurry up and take Sister Xiaoke over. Is it possible to toss her to the next door?"

"

Bentham also stood up staggeringly and moved out of the way for Tingdong.

Wang Sike also wore a short skirt today. Although her legs were not as plump as those of Mengzi and Benqin, they were more slender and straight, and her buttocks were smaller and rounder. Tingdong held her in his arms and felt very comfortable.

Especially looking at her charming and handsome face, I couldn't help but have the urge to kiss her.

Putting Xiao Ke gently on the bed, Tingdong covered her with a thin blanket. He was afraid that Xiao Ke would catch a cold. He looked outside just now. It was raining lightly outside. The temperature in the room was just right, so he didn't turn on the air conditioner.

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It was already midnight, and he was afraid that Xiaoke would get cold in the middle of the night after drinking.

Bentham, who was following behind, felt sweet when he saw this gentle movement. He put his face against his back and murmured: "You are so attentive."

The expression is indescribably charming, and alcohol always strengthens and catalyzes feelings. It can make grief more intense, sorrow more melancholy, yearning more deeply, and love more intense.

After putting down Xiaoke, Tingdong went directly to the bathroom, while Bentham returned to the living room. As soon as he sat down, Mengzi put his arms around her shoulders and said with a smile: "I know, you also like Dong'er. It's been since

I like it in my heart, right Sister Qin?"

Bentham was stunned. She was already seven or eighty percent drunk, and her face was flushed. Now it became even redder, but she still looked back at Mengzi without giving in, and said provocatively: "I just like him."

,How about it?"

Mengzi smiled, put her face against Bentham's, and said affectionately: "Sister Qin, I don't mean any harm. Maybe today is an opportunity and I want to help you."

Bentham looked at the enchanting young woman in front of him in surprise, a little unbelievable.

Mengzi's figure is taller than her, and just as plump as hers. It has obviously been moistened by the rain and dew, and looks more round and round. It can be seen that this woman who is three or four years younger than herself is very confident and sincere.

"Why did you do that? Aren't you jealous?" Bentham still asked.

Mengzi shook his head and said: "I understand that we can only be one of his women, not the only one. If you want to have him, you must accept this reality. I know that you two appreciate each other, and it will be a matter of time for you to get together.

, what if I don’t do this smooth favor?

"In this way, maybe we will become good friends, and good sisters can further deepen the relationship between us. Are you right, Sister Qin?"

Bentham nodded and said: "I agree with your point of view, but I don't want to get it in this situation. Drinking too much wine may be his unwillingness. I still hope it will happen naturally."

At this point, Tingdong had already opened the bathroom door, and Mengzi whispered: "Okay, I really hope you can seize the opportunity. I feel that he is deliberately controlling his desire for women."

Bentham nodded gratefully and sat back in his seat.

Her mood is very contradictory. Of course she hopes to get Tingdong's favor, or sex/love. She is already a woman who is about to be thirty years old. She is not young anymore. She has passed the age where we have vowed to be each other, and what she needs is intimacy.

Caress, real hugs, and the love between a man and a woman that she has never really tasted so far.

What she wanted was something real, and those sweet words of love that little girls longed for no longer had much effect on her.

Tingdong's second bottle of liquor had less than a third left. Mengzi glanced at Tingdong, then at Bentham, blinked, and then pointed at Wang Sike to drink the remaining half of the bottle.

Hongjiu said: "Tingdong, Miss Xiaoke, I will leave the remaining red wine to you. I think you have only drank two bottles of white wine at most. Let's make a breakthrough today, okay?"

After saying that, he snuggled into Tingdong's arms, handed the cup to Tingdong's hand, and said coquettishly: "I want you to feed me a drink, okay?"

Tingdong fondly picked up the cup, put his arms around Mengzi's shoulders, and brought the wine cup close to her mouth.

Mengzi closed her eyes happily and took a sip of red wine. She did not swallow it, but held it in her mouth. She quickly put her arms around Tingdong's neck and brought her mouth to his mouth.

Tingdong understood and took a big sip. Mengzi slowly poured a sip of wine into Tingdong's mouth, and then the two of them kissed each other tightly.

Bentham was so fascinated. She had never seen a passionate kiss at such a close distance. She could really feel every look, every movement, and even their breathing. She could feel the passion bursting out of their bodies.

Come out with passion.

Suddenly, she saw Tingdong's big hands passing through Mengzi's nightgown, clasping on her breasts, squeezing Mengzi's plumpness wantonly, and Mengzi's throat began to moan.

Soon, due to lack of oxygen, the two people's mouths began to separate. Mengzi's head was tilted back, her long hair was floating behind her head, her chest was high, and she was under Tingdong's control. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were blurred.

Tingdong's lips moved down from Mengzi's small mouth, along the chin, neck, and white chest, and kissed Mengzi's exposed hemisphere. Then his nose opened the nightgown and kissed a red bean directly.

.

As the two people's breathing became more and more rapid, Tingdong's big hand quickly slid down from controlling Mengzi's plumpness, and soon placed it between Mengzi's legs.

It could be seen that he was rubbing Mengzi's most secret parts with his fingers.

The two of them had entered a state of selflessness, completely ignoring the existence of their relatives.

But Bentham existed, sitting right next to Tingdong, and her naked thighs were even close to Tingdong's legs.

She wanted to escape, but she didn't obey the command. She couldn't even stand up, and her eyes couldn't leave Tingdong's big hands, as if they were wandering around her body.

Bentham's breathing became more and more rapid, and his whole body began to tremble.

Suddenly, she felt as if Mengzi whispered something in Tingdong's ear. Tingdong put down Mengzi and stood up. He took a few steps to the door and pulled out the electricity card. In an instant, the room became dark.

.

A few moments later, right next to her, waves of uncontrollable sounds entered her eardrums. Although they seemed to be trying their best to suppress them, how could she not feel them when they were so close to her?

She felt sore all over, itchy and unbearable, and broke out in bursts of sweat, as if she was exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, they seemed to stop with a long sigh. She could tell that the sigh came from Mengzi's mouth.

Bentham discovered that at some point, one of her hands was pressed on her chest and the other was sandwiched between her legs. She felt a little ashamed. What was she doing? What was everyone doing?

What?

Suddenly, she felt a hand touching her arm. She froze, and then realized that the hand touching her was a small hand, which meant that it belonged to Mengzi. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she seemed a little disappointed.

Suddenly, she felt a fragrance approaching her, and then Mengzi's sweet voice appeared in her ears: "Sister Qin, my little sister is dying, I can't stand it anymore, he is too powerful, please help me, otherwise

He will be very upset."

Bentham was a little confused at first, but then he understood Mengzi's intention.

This girl just wanted to send an invitation while Tingdong went to the bathroom. Due to time constraints, she didn't have time to explain clearly. She didn't expect that she was deliberately stimulating herself in this way. It can be said that she had good intentions. All of this was Mengzi's intention.

Arranged and designed.

Although she is a few years older than her, she is still an unmarried woman who has never experienced anything between a man and a woman. How could she withstand such lively temptations happening around her? What’s more, that person is the person she has imagined falling into for countless times.

Man in arms.

Although her reason told her that it was inappropriate to do so, the needs of her body seemed to keep pulling her. Just now, didn't she imagine herself as the woman hugging him?

Without allowing herself to think too much, the little hand holding her arm exerted force, and she suddenly fell over. In the darkness, she felt as if Mengzi had ducked out of the way, and she threw herself into Tingdong's arms.

It turned out that they had been on the floor just now, and Mengzi was sitting on Tingdong. As soon as Mengzi got out of the way, she threw herself into Tingdong's arms. Tingdong reached out to support her, and then hugged her into his arms.

In my arms.

Before she could react, Mengzi chuckled and leaned close to them and said, "You guys play slowly, I'll take a bath, hehe, sister Qin, don't be shy, you will know the benefits as you go!"

"

Soon, she felt the benefits. As soon as Mengzi's figure disappeared from the bathroom door, Tingdong's big hands covered her buttocks, but he still did not forget to ask softly: "Aqin, what do you want?

What?"

Bentham was so angry that he still asked himself what was the meaning of such words? Could she still say it at this time? But she couldn't let him be too proud. She deliberately pushed Tingdong's hand and raised her voice from her throat.

Two words came out of his eyes: "No."

The voice was so weak that I didn't even hear it.

Tingdong smiled secretly, let alone Bentham's intention to push his hand down, what's the point of using all his strength?

To be honest, he didn't expect this outcome at first. If Mengzi wants to play a game with him, it's up to her. Isn't it just feeding herself alcohol with her mouth? It's nothing. It's just a game between young lovers. He also has
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