Chapter 825： Yimu and mother are deeply in love (1/2)
Huang Yurong grabbed the dry son and did not have it at this time. It seems that the harder official has put the big one into the mature one that he opened because of his needs.
”Damn.”
She closed her eyes and let go of her hand. The hot head of her son was swallowed by her slippery openness. The great pleasure is due to the fresh position and the great shame that comes from this position.
Huang Rongrong unconsciously tightened the cavity, hands clasped to the chest of her son, her snow white and plump down, falling on the face of her son. She slowly moved her waist, white and long round She fell, and she felt that her son’s huge fiery official was swallowed up by his mother’s mature and violent vent.
”Daddy, how are you sexy?”
Tianlong’s eyes looked straight at her. Reaching out and grabbing her fullness.
The dry son carefully squeezed the hand of Huang Rongrong, which was extremely sensitive at that time, and gently stroked each excited small particle. She is very happy. Some of the swings are full of maturity, lifted up, let the dry son's head slide to his sensitive mouth, and then slowly sit down. The dry son was so tight that it filled the cavity she needed. Her secretion is just such a good thing to nourish the officials of their mother and child. When you come in and out, you are very happy.
”Dragon, Tianlong, oh, the godmother is comfortable.”
Huang Rongrong can no longer restrain her own happiness, because the huge pleasure that her son had when she was pricked and tempered made her unable to suppress herself. She began to lie low in the strong chest of her son, the slender waist and rhythm of the rhythm of his own round and some fat, and slowly smashed the dry son. The dry son also felt the visual impact and pleasure of this position. His hand moved from her up to her twisted waist, and her hand held her waist hot, helping her to force down and drop her body on his face...
”Dragon, the godmother is happy, ah, ah, can't stand it.”
The sputum of Huang Qirong was so strong that it was not so comfortable. It was the hot and big one of her son who was clamped by her. When he was fooling around, the sensitive mucous membrane was greatly stimulated. This is completely different from the feeling of the dry son who slammed his hard-boned things straight into her. She almost controlled the rough and hot things of her son, and the most need to temper him in her cavity. The place is sent. From the squeezing mouth to the neck that has slowly emerged from the outside because of happiness, every place, every small wrinkle, when the rough and hot things passed, all let her happy to die.
Tianlong apparently felt the happiness of her mother, Huang Rongrong. He became harder and hotter because of the natural contraction of her happy time, and this hard ironing added more comfort after being perceived by her sensitive wall. The dry son began to lift up the hard-bang stuff under her, and she hurriedly stopped him: ”Dragon, don't, let the godmother come, you just have to straighten.”
The dry son’s obedient stop, although his body trembled because of the excitement of stopping. But he was obedient and hardened his official position, letting her live above him.
Huang Rongrong can feel that her dry son who is tightly clamped by her wall is getting bigger and bigger and harder.
On the one hand, because of the excitement of her son, and on the other hand, her coming, her mouth has begun to shrink in the uncontrollable, expecting a closer integration with the man's official who is inserted inside. She felt that her underneath was getting wet, and she followed her son. She was too full of two.
Between the setbacks, they have been able to hear the sound of water from the two people's handover. This familiar and exciting sound of water makes her shy, but makes her son happy and excited. His eyes are on her. Below, when he saw that his body and her body hair were coated with a thick foamy liquid of milky white color, the excitement was called: ”Gangma, godmother, you have a lot of water below.”
God, Huang Yurong is ashamed to die. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and began to speed up the setback. This speed accelerated, making the water louder, clearer, and more rhythmic. The thrill came out of the thick sound of her dry son as the sound of the water sounded like a burst of water.
Finally, she used up the last glimmer of strength, sly, and steady to put her son's huge roots into the moment she was about to collapse. The great pleasure radiated from the body in every inch of the cavity. She fell to the dry son like a broken frame. Screaming fiercely and loudly: ”Dragon, my baby. It’s a good time to die, let the godmother die.”
Her convulsions twitched, and the pinch was still straight to the dry son who was inserted in her.
”Daddy. You are very tight, ah. Damn, I want.”
Tianlong screamed, holding the dry mother Huang Yurong Feng Wei, and dying to him, as if she was afraid that she would pull him out of her body. When the mature dry mother Huang Qirong is sexual, the unconscious contraction makes the young dry son unbearable. Her contraction has not completely stopped, and the huge son of her son suddenly jumped vigorously in the cavity of her happiness. The big increase, the kind of young power and the vigorous skyrocketing made her feel that she had just been continued. Her muscles seemed to soothe her son and he violently jumped again. The dry son's heat and enthusiasm sprang out and trembled fiercely. She screamed happily. After the whole arrival, the body that had not calmed down, with the dry son, twitched again and again.
”Daddy, you are doing it well on me. It's comfortable.”
The dry son was lying on his back, and Huang Rongrong helped his son to clean him. Her secretion is indeed too much, and the sticky rubbing is not static.
She gently slammed the dragon down: ”Daddy is exhausted. You still say good.”
”Daddy...”