Chapter 332： Dry soup, soup, dry mother (1/2)

“Don't drink more soup, the body recovers faster!”

Lin Tianlong spoke to the cousin Si Junfeng, but his own hand was holding his godmother Yang Shimin in front of Si Junfeng’s cognac. The beautiful woman was stroking herself and swaying. The taste to cover up, a fish soup to drink, Yang Shimin more and more glamorous.

“Li Jing is really a good craft, and I can make such a delicious fish soup without oil and salt vinegar!”

Yang Shimin praised the craftsmanship of her sister Yang Lijing. The scorpion of Minghui was flustered and shy at this time. There was occasional flash of a thrilling sensation in the changing room, but these were not enough to cover up the shyness of her heart, the flattering hatred. A few eyes on Lin Tianlong, seems to be warning, seems to be begging.

Lin Tianlong did not see it. The big hand was still walking in the upper reaches of the godmother Yang Shimin. It slowly became a squeaky, full of strength, and even opened the lower circumference of Yang Shimin’s black tights and intervened into her. Inside the black tights, I really touched Yang Shimin's plump and round, only to feel delicate and smooth, and fleshy bullets, Lin Tianlong was drunk.

Yang Shimin was invaded by Lin Tianlong, and he couldn’t help but scream out from Yao’s nose.

Yang Shimin was so awkward that she let her husband Si Junfeng drink a soup and asked, ”How come you, poetry?”

Yang Shimin was asked by her husband, Si Junfeng, at this time, the guilty way, ”No, nothing, bitten by a mosquito!”

”Is there a mosquito? The mosquito is willing to bite the mother? Look at it, I can't spare it!”

Lin Tianlong listened to her mother Yang Shimin to compare herself to a mosquito. She was naughty in the dry mother Yang Shimin's gingival chrysanthemum, pinching a beautiful woman, and her eyes were twitching. I am eager to see this little villain.

Lin Tianlong is indifferent to Yang Shimin’s pleading enthusiasm. The big hand is still in Yang Shimin’s national beauty, the beauty of the beautiful woman, and the roundness of the round, the delicate and soft yet flexible and rounded, the fleshy and plump, let Lin Tianlong love it. Just want to strip her clothes on the ground now, and then take out her behemoth and insert it into her rosy, fertile and watery farmland, then pour in and enjoy the flowers. Let her noble and elegant peony turn around under her own body, be both a woman and her own godmother, be a child, and then sister with Li Jing.

”Dry, how does it feel? The stomach is not so painful?”

Lin Tianlong hippie smiled and pretended to care about the appearance of Si Junfeng, but the big man who did evil did not leave Si Junfeng’s wife, Yang Shimin, who was full of enthusiasm. Instead, he used his fingers to measure the groan of Yang Shimin. Touching away, Yang Shimin stopped Lin Tianlong's 'gesture', couldn't touch it, and couldn't stroke it from behind to Yang Shimin, the glamorous and noble succulent succulent deep ditch, but that faint The chrysanthemum was discovered by Lin Tianlong, the **** rubbed at the groin, and the palm and other fingers were squatting on it.

”Well, much better, it is a little tired, Tianlong, this time thanks to you!”

Si Junfeng's eyelids are getting more and more heavy, and he whispered, ”Don't be old, don't use it, you have to take care of your godmother later!”

”Dry, rest assured, I will definitely take care of my godmother!”

Lin Tianlong laughed.

The sensitive and shameful place was explored by Lin Tianlong. Yang Shimin’s feelings were trembled, and the feeling of numbness was accompanied by the thrill of taboos, which made Yang Shimin’s noble woman ashamed and unstoppable, but she could not stop it. Biting the lower lip, the face of the agar white jade is flushed, the one hand is drunk and the drunk is left with the left hand holding the soup bowl, and the right hand is eagerly stretched out to the back to catch Lin Tianlong’s evil hand, the soft and weak pull. The pair of sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful eyes of Lin Tianlong screamed at Lin Tianlong, pleading for Lin Tianlong not to continue, it is best to stick out and do not do evil.

Lin Tianlong’s hand was even more arrogant. In the beautiful woman’s Yang Shimin’s fullness and enthusiasm, Lin Tianlong was too lazy to pay attention to her inability to grasp her own hand.

Lin Tianlong’s hand shifted his position and moved within Yang Shimin’s, and the unwavering hand moved from the top to the front of her, all the way to the pink scorpion, Yang Shimin shy and anxious, slamming Lin Tianlong’s hand, that The delicate and smooth legs are close together, clamping the whitefly, and sandwiching the fat and juicy guise with a pair of solid walls.

Yang Shimin’s eyes are so fascinating, tears seem to be falling out, but she is ashamed but eagerly glaring at Lin Tianlong, mourning the grievances of grievances, and the meaning of pleading is undoubted, but she is now powerless, all The strength of the force is used to restrain the shackles, the body can not resist Lin Tianlong's teasing and thin, the resulting pleasure and taboo stimulation is to let the body instinctive to cater to Lin Tianlong, which makes Yang Shimin shy.

Lin Tianlong did not think that the beautiful woman Yang Shimin, the godmother, had so tightly clamped the tender and beautiful legs, and her hand could only touch the pinky 'yin grave' and the soft black forest, which could not be lifted. Exploring into the deep ditch meat to wading through the honey, Lin Tianlong could not help but twist on the tender legs of the dry mother Yang Shimin.

Yang Shimin’s heart screamed, his legs trembled, his face was shy and red, and his body was trembled, but he was venting his body in this nervousness and sorrow. A moist hot liquid gushed out of the flower field and was wet.