QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (5) [H]

On the soft big bed, the man was pressed tightly by the woman, and the groin was close to each other, and the black jungle was wetted by the lewd flower fluid, which was smooth and smooth.

Song Tingyu deliberately just rubbed outside, but didn't go in. The cock, which had just been weakened by the neglect, gradually recovered under this stimulus.

The swelling stick couldn't get stuck there, and the instigator was still lying curled up on his body with a smile, and didn't see any movement.

Zhou Jinyuan enjoys this kind of sentiment and foreplay more than having sex.

Although the pleasure of the flesh is not as strong as the real sex, the interest is strong, making every inch of muscle tight, waiting for her action.

Song Tingyu lightly squinted her eyes, put her hands on the man's chest, her waist gently swinging, and the crystal clear mucus made the huge rubbing shiny.

Unhurriedly push the huge deep into the deepest place, and the fleshy flesh in the flower hole tightly clamped the huge, satisfying and swollen uncomfortable, raised his head, opened his mouth and adjusted his breathing, so that he could adapt to the giant, slowly It twitches.

The slender legs are entangled with the man's body, the abundance of the chest is looming in the twitching, his eyes are blurred, and the corners of his mouth are smirking, alluring.

In a sideways posture, Zhou Jinyuan raised one of Song Tingyu's leg and thrust it quickly.

The sudden violent impact caused Song Tingyu to unconsciously grasp the bed sheet beside her, and the pleasure came like waves, her toes curled up unconsciously.

Those slender hands covered the woman's white and tender plumpness from behind, pinching and pinching against the most upright protrusion.

Song Tingyu bit her lip lightly, if there is a seemingly nonchalant voice overflowing from her throat, "Ah..."

As soon as the voice uttered, she immediately turned her head to the side, and just turned her head, a shadow enveloped her, and then her wet lips pressed against it.

Worthy of being an old driver.

Song Tingyu was angry and funny, her little tongue struggled to entangle and suck with the man's tongue. It was originally just a whisper. Gradually, the sound of the tongue's rattling became louder and louder and louder from the intertwined lips.

On the big bed, the woman twisted and kissed the man.

The whole rhythm was led by Zhou Jinyuan, Song Tingyu still wanted to reverse the situation, but she moved and was suppressed by Zhou Jinyuan.

The thick and thin chest pressed on the body slightly, but it brought some unspeakable sense of security, and the water-filled eyes looked at the ceiling vaguely.

Zhou Jinyuan hugged Song Tingyu in his arms and asked her to cross one leg while the other leg was lifted high.

Lying on the bed sideways, the giant kept pushing in and out.

"Yeah...no..." Song Tingyu's two lotus-white arms wrapped around his shoulders, feeling the numb rushing from her lower body, and exhaled softly.

The swollen meat stick stabbed Huaxin fiercely again and again, making her feel uncomfortable and comfortable. It seemed that her body was no longer hers, and she could only indulge in the pleasure of one round after another.

Song Tingyu has never enjoyed such intense sex. It is not about intensity but postural development.

Those who know or don't know, under the leadership of Zhou Jinyuan, they came one by one. The man is obviously a middle-class player, knows how to find her sensitive points, and found all the things she had teased him before.

Lying down... on your stomach... sitting... leaning... the entire bedroom was used, seeing Zhou Jinyuan once again tossing down a set.

Song Tingyu couldn't help but said, "Are you coming...?"

She was too tired to crawl, but Zhou Jinyuan was still full of energy, not exhausted at all.

Five sets have been thrown on the ground, and she has also climaxed five times. Although the spirit still wants to compete with Zhou Jinyuan, the body can't keep up.

"Yeah..." Zhou Jinyuan's voice fell off, and the condom was set in one go. The voice was very meaningful.

Crazy crazy, this Zhou Jinyuan is going to be a seven-time rookie overnight?

The corner of Song Tingyu's mouth twitched, and she stepped back, leaning on the head of the bed, her legs close together and covering her chest, and finally conceded: "Not coming...I'm tired..."

She naturally didn't know how beautiful she was now, her white and tender skin was full of red marks, her long hair on her temples was wet on her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were misty.

Huaxue's mouth trembled long ago and couldn't close together, and from his perspective, it was even more delicate, which made people feel pampered.

The white sheets under him were moistened with piece after piece, mixed with the unique taste of semen. Just sitting on it was already the biggest temptation.

Zhou Jinyuan considers himself a man of demeanor, if his female partner says so, he will definitely not do it again.

But now I can't control it and want to be willful.

Song Tingyu's body fascinated him a little bit, as if it was not enough.

He slowly tugged Song Tingyu's calf, moving extremely softly. Even if the flame of lust is about to ignite the whole body, but still maintain this politeness.

"Really no more?" Pulling Song Tingyu to lie down, Zhou Jinyuan's lips fell on her body, like a feather stroking it, itching and scratching and extremely refreshing.

Song Tingyu reached out and held Zhou Jinyuan's head, fingers immersed in the messy black hair, so that he could no longer kiss his body.

"Why are you like a hungry ghost in sex? Don't you still have a long time?" It's not enough to have the meal in such anxiousness.

In the days to come, without the protagonist, it would be impossible to perform.

I have to be hungry first, slowly suspend my appetite, the physical communication is in place, and the mentality is not far away.