Chapter 1294： Little boy, young woman, young man (1/2)

”Good brother... um... kiss me... sister is good... so uncomfortable... hot...”

An Wenxin’s hungry African refugees, clutching the dragons, clutching his hair indiscriminately, the semi-nude petite keeps squirming, the rosy lips are slightly open, and he kisses his face. While spitting out seductive cockroaches.

The beauty is in the arms, the warm fragrant nephrite, and the temptation of the dragon that has not been vented for two hours immediately ignited, and the hands clasped the woman's soft and plump, slightly smiling: ”Sister, you are so charming at this time, good wind.”

If at ordinary times, An Wenxin is sure to glare at this time, but at this time she has been lost by reason, and the boy’s frivolous and humiliating words, such as the aphrodisiac heat flow with a teasing voice into the pierced ears. Make her heart soft and hot. An Wenxin only felt a emptiness, and her heart was like what was released, eager for the big boy to embrace himself in his arms.

”Ok…”

An eloquent admiration, An Wenxin abandoned shame, such as the homing bird into the arms of the dragon, the lips eagerly printed his lips. Emotional adults are terrible, especially for adults who have been widowed for many years. The 32-year-old An Wenxin is like a raging fire burning, tangled and swaying. After a while, Tianlong was teased and excited.

”唔...唔...”

The two men madly tore each other's clothes, like a dry fire, just in the blink of an eye.

Tianlong frantically kissed her delicate lips, and the right hand rudely removed the woman's bra and held the huge and powerful force. The left hand holding her waist also picked up her short skirt, and vigorously grasped the fat stockings. At this time, he did not have any skills, and he was not gentle at all. He only used the most primitive glamour of the woman in his arms.

”Ah...ah...oh...”

An Wenxin was very fierce, caressing the back of Tianlong, and the sleek tongue pointed wildly in response to Tianlong’s kiss.

The intense action of the man not only did not bring the slightest pain, but made her body that was burning with fire more vivid.

The smooth tip of the tongue is like a hungry little fish, passionately plunging into the mouth of the dragon, greedily entangled with the tongue of the other side.

Until the severe lack of oxygen, Tianlong was reluctant to let go of his lips and gasped: ”Sister... your tongue is slippery... sweet...”

The woman's Xiangjin is like a juicy jade, sweet and delicious, and it is endless.

”Like it…”

An Wen Xin's eyes are as silky, and the same rapid gasping, ruddy cheeks such as the evening red glow, charming and moving, brilliant.

Tianlong is crazy: ”Happy... like...”

”Like me, kiss me!”

After that, An Wenxin once again ruthlessly put on her lips, screaming at the dragon's neck, as if to embed him in his body. Tianlong was also infected by the emotions of women, wildly catering, lips sucking, tongue entanglement.

For a time, the man's breathing, the woman's like a resounding song kept ringing in the ear.

”Oh... um... good brother... my sister can't stand it...”

With caress and kisses, An Wenxin's body is getting hotter and hotter, itching is hard, the wall is squirming and hunger-stricken, and a hot honey juice can't be suppressed from the depths. An Wenxin feels herself. Just like a fish that is exposed to the desert, the endless burning is simmering in the body where there is nowhere to hide.

”Brother... well... so uncomfortable... itchy...oh... itchy...”

An Wenxin twisted her body like a snake. Two round and full of hunger and thirst rubbed against the strong chest of Tianlong, trying to ease the desire of the heart.

”Good sister...where itchy...”

Tianlong pressed his own desires and teased the woman's earlobe with his lips. The hand that had been playing with the child had already arrived between her legs, with delicate and smooth white stockings, teasing at the light, fingertips shaking, back and forth scraping. Get it, it’s very tricky.

”Oh... small... well... so uncomfortable... itchy... touch my... touch my sister...”

The garden was teased by fingers, and An Wenxin felt more uncomfortable. The boy's flexible fingers were like a snake moving around, naughty and intractable between the sensitive thighs, and the name that was difficult to talk about on weekdays blurted out. There was no sputum. Said, An Wenxin grasped the big hand that was naughty and slipped, placed it in the hot and humid secret garden, and shouted in the mouth: ”Touch me... touch me...”

Two hours of torture, she has completely lost the shame of women.

Tianlong only felt a slippery at the beginning, and the hot and humid atmosphere was thick. Full of a bulging hoe, tightly against his big hand. The **** and index finger are extraordinarily soft, and countless hot and humid honey juices are constantly flowing, which is the secret garden of women's hunger.