Chapter 539： Cang Rong’s mother lost her mind and body (3) (1/2)
There was still lightning and thunder outside the house, Yandu Mountain was still shrouded in the wind and rain, and there was a strange mist in the rainstorm of the wooden house. There was a strange fragrance inside and outside the wooden house. The mother and son in the wooden house were immersed in immersion. In the midst of passion, you can't extricate yourself.
The mucous membrane and the delicate muscles inside are constantly squirming on the young and thick of the dry son Tianlong. The hungry godmother’s martyrdom is so humid, and the dry son Tianlong is happy to call Huang Rongrong.
Hearing the embarrassment of the dry son Tianlong, this makes Huang Xiaorong have some morbid pleasure: his own body can still make such a young dry son Tianlong happy. This kind of thought is even more irritating. Huang Xiaorong is already blazing. Her muscles of the scorpion actually begin to shrink, and half of the conscious is half unconscious. And Huang Rongrong's natural nature is because the body incorporates the huge and instinctive reaction of the big boy, so that the dry son Tianlong feels excited and excited. He began to gasp and set the hot thing up in his **** and hungry martyrdom.
”Daddy.”
The dry son Tianlong is almost in a hurry, and the speed has increased. This kind of rapid twitching can bring the greatest pleasure to the eager female official. Now, in the guidance of Huang Xiaorong, the officer who is twitching quickly is the official of his son Tianlong. He is so big that he almost can't support Huang Xiaorong's martyrdom. Great place.
Huang Rongrong only feels that the things of his son Tianlong in the martyrdom are hot and rising, and they are full of their own stuff. When the thick and sensitive mucous mucous membranes are smashed inside, their pleasure will continue to arise from below. Huang Rongrong gasped, and the voice inside the throat was made by every woman when she was naturally. Her hips were skillfully swaying, greeted with the quick piercing and presentation of her son Tianlong. Huang Rongrong's hands are in control of the solid son who can't live with his son, and caters to his son.
Huang Rongrong is breathing, breathing like a blue. The beautiful woman’s snoring in the ear of the dry son’s ear became the best. Huang Xiaorong felt that every time she was sent to the happy sly, she would send her son’s unconscious temperament. It’s tighter and harder, and this hard-boned thing makes Huang Rongrong feel more comfortable.
How good young is. What makes Huang Rongrong comfortable is not only the size of his son Tianlong, but he is not too small, but the hardship of his son Tianlong is beyond the reach of her husband Guo Liqing. It is a boy’s unique pride, just like a thick root. The wooden stick, no, should be like a huge stone that has been burned red, and this huge hot stone is now in the winding road of Huang Rongrong, tightly holding her wall of the ramp and swaying inside. . He is so suitable for Huang Rongrong. When she went deeper, she stuffed her squats so tightly, and she was smashed inside.
Huang Rongrong climbed his son Tianlong solidly, twisting happily under his strong body, like a fish, entangled with him. The sweaty smell of the dry son Tianlong has doubled the excitement of Huang Rongrong, and the dry son Tianlong’s impact on the softness of the beautiful woman, the strong belly. Huang Rongrong greeted him with every powerful impact and praised.
Huang Rongrong knows that her water is getting more and more, because she slowly hears the coming and going of her son Tianlong, and she will sound the embarrassing sound of water. When he was doing the work with Guo Liqing, they would be more excited by this strange sound of water, but now he is his own son in Huang Rongrong. The official of his son Tianlong actually made his embarrassing rumor out of this embarrassing water. Huang Rongrong's face was red, and shame made her close her eyes, but she couldn't stop the rhythm that kept ringing and seemed to be getting louder and louder. Especially when Huang Xiaorong was rushing to meet the dry son Tianlong, the voice was so clear.
And the sound of the water also stimulated the dragon. When he realized that the sound of the water was made by his godmother, he increased his movements, and the water sounded louder. It is.
Huang Rongrong’s face is blushing and she doesn’t know what it looks like. However, her pleasure was accompanied by the increased sound of water and the violent impact of her son, Tianlong, on the rapid rise. Huang Rongrong couldn't help but scream, not to cover up his own sound like a burst of water.
”Ah, ah...Dragon...ah...”
Huang Rongrong's voice is long and charming, which makes the dry son Tianlong feel unusual stimulation. While struggling to lift his thick, while calling for the godmother.
”Daddy mom... Mom, it’s so comfortable... Cicada...”
The call of the dry son Tianlong made Huang Xiaorong's heart shake, and the soul did not keep the house. The beautiful woman tilted her legs to the strong waist of her son Tianlong. His hands almost caught him, and the upper body was lifted up. Put the hot face tightly against the sweaty chest of the dry son Tianlong. As Huang Rongrong clamped her legs at his waist, she was completely open. The whole joy and excitement was completely exposed to the official of the son of Tianlong. The power of the dry son Tianlong was almost transferred into the martyrdom of the godmother. For a moment, Huang Rongrong felt that she was coming. She felt that her shackles were unconsciously tightening outside, but the depths of the martyrdom seemed to be suddenly open, and the mucous membranes that had been entangled in the dry son Tianlong suddenly became smoother and more Sensitive.
This made the son of Tianlong deep, when the fiery touch on the smooth wall of the martyrdom, Huang Rongrong's happiness is even worse. Moreover, she felt that her neck was floating, and she was swollen, and her son, Tianlong, hit the squeaky and numbness of the protruding part every time. A large amount of liquid accumulated in the back of the ramp, and some of them were taken out of the ramp when the dry son Tianlong was pulled out, but most of them thought that the front wall of the narrowed ramp was tightly packed with the dry son Tianlong. The accumulated liquid was slippery and hot, and after the deep penetration of the dry son Tianlong, it no longer sounded like it had just been, but it made a dull and more awkward voice inside Huang Rongrong's body.
Huang Rongrong knows that she is coming, because she is a son of Tianlong, and her own godmother is actually there. Huang Xiaorong feels shy, but she can't stop it. Moreover, she didn't want to stop it. The tightly bite of the dry son was getting hotter and tighter by the dragon's non-stop in and out of the friction. The tightening also made Tianlong feel more happy when he entered and exit. Huang Rongrong only felt his own. It is getting bigger and bigger, and then all the feelings of reading disappeared. It seems that the self is a swollen red, wet, and the dry son has become a huge one. When Huang Xiaorong feels that the road is tightened to the point of weakness. Go to clamp the dry son's hard time.
Cangling, the pleasure opened in the martyrdom of Huang Rongrong, she felt that she had been blown into thousands of pieces.
Huang Yurong's sacral cavity was released, but immediately, the sphincter in the sac was immediately tightened, and the younger son, Tianlong, was tightly held. The beautiful woman shuddered and hugged her own son Tianlong. Huang Rongrong actually cried out, so pure, so hearty, Huang Rongrong and her husband Guo Liqing have never experienced it together.
The more dry, the more Lin Tianlong feels that he feels a sour taste, and this huge pleasure can be quickly transmitted to all parts of the body. Reluctantly doing a few more, he found that it would not work like this, which will definitely make him before the second arrival of Ms. Rong Rong.
After playing for a few more times, he could feel the kind of hearty pleasure as if he had to start hitting him again. The martyrdom of the beautiful woman is too tight. He is afraid that he will be unable to control it any more, so he will simply pull out the hard one from the 婉 干 干 。 。.
”Hey,” as he pulled away, he slammed straight on his little belly. He looked down and looked at it. As he pulled out, the close rumor of Cicada's mother was immediately closed by two big ones. Some of the depressions that had been inserted by him had begun to bounce back to the original high-pitched shape like the ball.
”Dragon...”
The beautiful woman seems to be still in some stupid state, feeling the emptiness in the martyrdom. She began to shout at him subconsciously, and she couldn’t help but twist her body. It seems to be extremely extreme for his sudden departure. Not satisfied.
”Come on, dry mom, let Longer change your posture and hurt you again.”
He said that while climbing to the tablecloth, he had been standing on the ground for a long time, and the soles of his feet felt a little cold.
After going to the tablecloth, he took the cicada's thighs and pulled her to his side. The thin blankets and clothes on the tablecloth were laid down below, and they were all piled up by the body of Cang Rong's mother. . The beautiful woman seems to be somewhat uncontrollable. There is no intention of rebellion at all, and there are even some clevernesses who take the initiative to get him in front of him.
Lin Tianlong held the body of Ms. Rong Rong's mother, turned her carefully over, and then walked through her stomach and tried hard to lift her. As she was lifted up in her waist, the white snow was completely exposed to his eyelids.
Looking at the beautiful and slanting buttocks of Cicada's godmother, Lin Tianlong still feels as hard as the iron sticks. It feels a little bloated, and it shakes involuntarily at his beginning. It is like a small one. Bounce up and down like a stick.
He couldn't help but lean over and open his mouth and bite a bite on the buttocks of Cang Rong's mother. That kind of delicate taste really made him love some. As he bites, he still squats with his tongue on his back, and his mouth screams.
”Don't... Dragon doesn't bite there... Don't... ah...”