Chapter 535： Cistanche dry mothers lips and sweet tongue (2) (1/2)
”Hmm... um... um...”
Huang Rongrong sucked up the dry son before swallowing, sometimes the mouth was tightly gripped on the stick and then gently wrapped around the ditch with the tip of the tongue, while one hand was tightly holding the brown thick One of the sticks is one that stretches out to his gently touching, and she strokes like a strange treasure. Ah, it’s hot and hot, and it’s better than Li Qing. To be a little bigger... Strong, the big boy is really amazing. It’s really too strong to be sucked by her like this. It’s really too strong! Ah... No, Huang Xiaorong feels that there is something in the deepest part of his body that wants to flow out, ah... Come on... Come on... I’m swaying while sucking my son’s side, let me be in this big Sinking... ah... is coming...
”Well, yes, my aunt's little mouth will really eat... oh... comfortable... um...”
”To... good god, just like this, then... eat more quickly... put the groove in front of you carefully.”
Lin Tianlong began to direct the skills of Ms. Rong’s mother, so that she could get more special enjoyment in her mouth.
”Oh... it’s so comfortable, godmother, you... I really eat... oh... it’s so comfortable... I’ll **** it... the flexible tongue and the tight-fitting mouth... oh... really... Cool... ah... deep throat... great... so comfortable...”
Lin Tianlong is like a man who is holding the head of a dry mother, Huang Rongrong, as if it is in a deep throat.
”Ah... it’s too deep, it’s top... It’s in the throat... ah... No... It’s too fast to breathe... Ah... It’s too deep... ah...”
Huang Rongrong was amazed at the side of his mouth while he was powerless: Ah, is this still helping him? It’s just taking my mouth and making it...
”Don't be so deep, it's the deepest point in the throat... Ah... I have to breathe... Ah...”
”Oh... it’s so comfortable... It’s the most comfortable and coolest to insert the dry mother’s mouth... Ah... the **** is also good, the meat inside is tightly clamped, just like a small hand in the mouth... ...hey...good... so cool... a circle of swaying son... ah... so comfortable...”
In order to make it comfortable for me to complete this service, which is shameful and unclear, Huang Yurong had to choose a squatting posture as a dry son. She used her lips to hold the thick body tightly while using it. The slippery little tongue wraps around him. In order not to let the dry son's big deep in the throat, she had to free her hands, one hand to catch the stick tightly and not let it into the depths of his mouth, one hand is extending to him Slowly hold his sloshing.
More than 20 minutes passed, although Huang Yurong knew that Lin Tianlong was young and strong, but he could not think that the big boy was so strong. The strength and hardness of his coming were not comparable to Guo Liqing. At least Li Qing did not have the natural domineering of his son Tianlong. Not to mention that he has the great power of this big boy.
However, although Lin Tianlong would like to enjoy the service of Ms. Rong’s tongue, I did not expect that such a huge pleasure would make him feel so fast that he could not hold on. As Cang Rong’s mother once again slid through the sensitive area of his tongue with his tongue, he felt that the lower abdomen had been lingering for a long time like he could no longer control it; “ah...”
Lin Tianlong screamed and felt as if he had been full of some tense feelings. In the midst of the crisis, he hurriedly pulled out the mouth of Ms. Rong Rong’s mother who had already begun to twitch. As he was suddenly pulled out by the hard, a lot of saliva was followed, with his beating. A little bit of these already sparse saliva will almost all go to the scent of Crimson.
Lin Tianlong slammed hard and tightened tightly. The tight ones were almost closed together. At the same time, they used their teeth to bite their lips hard and spent a lot of effort. It was hard to suppress the huge pleasure that they wanted. . Rao is like this, there are still some sporadic things that have been squeezed out from the inside, along the shape, ticking the point to the mouth of Rong Rong's mother.
It seems to be a bit strange to his move. Cang Rong’s mother opened her eyes gently and said to him: “Dragon...you...what’s wrong with you?”
”Nothing... I... I’m just too... too comfortable, afraid... I’m afraid I’ll shoot something into my mom’s mouth...”