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 (10) [Slight H]

The hot and straightforward words slammed Song Tingyu's heart, Zhou Jinyuan's muffled sorrow was beyond her expectation, but she was extremely motivated to fight.

Holding the phone, Song Tingyu, like Zhou Jinyuan, leaned against the bed.

There is only one silk nightdress on her body, and the trail of the twin peaks and the flowers and fruits on the peak can be vaguely seen.

Zhou Jinyuan looked at her from the video with such interest, her eyes were straight, as if he was right in front of her.

Song Tingyu's breathing increased a little, and her fingers slowly slid across her body, teasing step by step.

The bare hand came to his chest and gently kneaded the white ball on his chest. The fingers were immersed in the nightdress, and there was a thin layer of silk between them. The movement underneath was clearly visible.

"Want to see?" She glanced at the person in the video with wintry eyes.

Zhou Jinyuan watched deeply, and said gently: "I want to see."

He was calm as if the Feng Huaxueyue in front of him was completely uninterested, but his body made the most intuitive reaction.

He is hard.

The desire of the lower abdomen was already uncontrollable, and he didn't want to control it, so he exposed it.

Also separated by a thin piece of cloth, the outline underneath is clearly visible.

Song Tingyu pursed her lips and smiled: "I want to see that, then you beg me?"

Zhou Jinyuan narrowed his eyes. At this time, he was not going to beg Song Tingyu. This is what you want and no one is higher than anyone else.

The touch of the eyes, even through the mobile phone, was directly transmitted to the other side.

Song Tingyu shrugged, poked her cheek with her finger, and sighed: "It's really boring. I want to see how you admit defeat."

Zhou Jinyuan smiled relaxedly, unspeakably elegant: "There will be this opportunity."

Both people know that this is deceptive. In other words, there will be such an opportunity in the future, but obviously not now.

She didn't want to stiffen the atmosphere that had been so hard to get up. She lifted the straps on her shoulders when she picked her fingers.

Exposed delicate and white shoulders, took off his dress, revealing a handsome body.

Her body was plated with a layer of light under the light, making it particularly radiant. The white fingers touched her grandmother again according to her heart.

Her fingers are very dexterous, sliding, playing and pinching.

Showing his most beautiful side, that face is hidden behind the video, only showing ruddy lips and white teeth.

This was not enough. Her phone slowly moved down to the top of the underwear.

The seductive voice sounded again: "I'm wet."

After she finished speaking, she put her finger in, and only some faint voices could be heard in the video, which was not really dark.

Then Song Tingyu's hand came out.

The mucus on the fingertips is clearly visible, and a thin filament is glued between the index finger and the middle finger. She delicately said: "Look, I didn't lie to you."

No one can remain calm after seeing such a scene. Zhou Jinyuan was the initiator of this video. He had such a plan from the beginning, let alone calm.

The lower abdomen is already as hard as steel, and now it is even more painful. If it is not relieved, I am afraid it will be even more uncomfortable.

He did not hesitate to choose to take off the pants, revealing the hideous hard object, the green veins hovering densely on the stick, appearing even more ugly.

Seeing this scene, Song Tingyu's smile deepened, and she continued to do the teasing thing, opening her mouth to put the finger that was already covered with mucus in her mouth.

The ruddy spirit tongue licked the fingertips, the crystal clear mucus did not taste good, but she made a sense of sight of a jade liquid.

Zhou Jinyuan's throat tightened, her chest was vigorously up and down, and she opened her mouth and said, "Little fairy."

Holding the angry stick in his hand, he swayed up and down, his eyes were full of fire, and he locked Song Tingyu firmly.

"Knead your chest." He commanded, with some cruelty and indifference, but the suppressed gasp in his voice made the words lose the feeling they should have, but the sense of ambiguity emerged.

Song Tingyu cleverly placed her wet fingers on her chest when she heard the words, and began to twist it.

Without letting her hand let go of the bright red milk tip, she gently pinched it with her thumb and index finger, and then did not wait for Zhou Jinyuan to make the next order, and moved as she pleased.

The soft and white breasts were squeezed into various shapes in her hands, with great force and red fingerprints.

Instead of watching her do it herself through the screen.

Song Tingyu finally found her own rhythm. Since she didn't want to be followed by Zhou Jinyuan, she had to come by herself.

Taking a deep breath, she stopped her movements and lay flat.

After thinking about it, she suddenly got up and dropped her hand.

The naked woman on the phone screen disappeared completely, Zhou Jinyuan twitched the corner of her mouth and stood up abruptly.

"Yeah--" Song Tingyu suddenly choked up.

I didn't take a look at the video with a blind eye, even if I was playing with myself, it was sensible.

Not to mention, there is now an additional audience.

The two slender legs are close together in front of them, making the mysterious crevices indistinct, but when Song Tingyu's body swayed slightly, some spring light came out again.

Zhou Jinyuan's hand had already begun to slide. He felt that he had done something wrong and shouldn't put forward such an idea, because at this moment, he wished to get into this small hole.