Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

19. Can't pump out (H)

He could wrap half of his palm around her entire mons, where it felt soft and slightly bulging, and the two flower lips were peeled open by him, lying down sluggishly, and when the finger pads pressed against the clitoris, he could even feel it. The meatball was slowly congested and stood upright.

Yesterday, it was this little meatball, rubbing his stiff lower body with heat, shivering cutely while overflowing with water.

Chu Fan was rubbed very uncomfortable, the corners of his eyes began to flush with hot and humid, and he gasped lightly. She let go of the cock in her hand, propped it back, and was pushed back by her tail.

She felt a little aggrieved, her voice was low, and she pleaded a little: "Daoist, no... I can't keep doing it like this."

Ziwei put her hand into the acupoint, quickened her movements, stroked her legs back and forth, put her two fingers in, and probed into the acupoint. .

Chu Fan was so excited that his legs trembled, his eyes were sore, and he muttered, "Don't do this..."

Why do you have to do it this way? I haven't seen it for so long yesterday.

"Does it hurt?" Ziwei frowned when she heard her tone unsteady, turning her fingers in a circle, bringing out a large stream of honey liquid, and her voice was hoarse, "So much water... will it hurt too?"

He seemed to see it, the girl never cried out in pain, so she hesitated.

Chu Fan was originally holding his breath, but suddenly he turned it around and kneaded it to the point, and the emotional tide in his body suddenly surged, he choked, and the flower bud spit out a stream of water.

Like clear juice, it flows down the slender fingers, and even the wrist bones are covered with honey juice, all wet.

"It's quite a lot." He pulled out his fingers, the hole was sticky, and a long thread pulled out from his fingertips, and then twisted with two fingers, "A little more than last night..."

It shouldn't hurt.

Chu Fan lowered his eyes and said nothing, ashamed in his heart, his fingers tightly clasped his shoulders.

Ziwei's silver hair swayed slightly and fell on the back of her hand, like a cool moon shadow. But he was hot himself, his body was hot, and the dick underneath was hot.

Chu Fan felt that their entangled breath was about to burn.

She was very nervous, her chest trembled with the ups and downs of her breathing, and the half-length bathrobe was pulled off, revealing a very soft tip, a small red cherry tree, shaking in the air.

Ziwei looked at it for a long time, then slowly leaned over, lowered her head, and put a piece of the right breast into her mouth.

Chu Fan whimpered and bit his wrist, almost unable to control his moaning.

Her voice was broken and she whispered: "Daoist, Taoist..."

Can't play like this anymore.

"Ziwei, Ziwei Daochang..." She was crying, feeling that her chest was about to be sucked by him, the wet tongue pressed against the nipples and gently crushed, his neck was long, and his Adam's apple was obvious. scroll.

There are still some inexplicable hooks on his tongue, almost scratching the fragile milk fruit and licking, and within two strokes, the nipple tip will be sucked into a bloody red.

Chu Fan whimpered and shrank, but there was no way to retreat. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a tail swimming over, wrapping around her legs and climbing up, the tip of the tail hooked on her clitoris.