High Society [Part I]

69 Accepted

Zhou Xiyao's lip and tongue skills are as gentle and delicate as his person, Shen Dongzhi likes the feeling of being licked by his pussy lips, that tongue is wet and soft, and every corner of the pussy is spared.

After spraying water with his head between her, Shen Dongzhi's legs were trembling, and Zhou Xiyao didn't care about the wet corners of her mouth, separated her legs and pressed her waist, and entered.

The hard meat stick was squeezed into the hot and humid meat seam, the transparent juicy juice was squeezed out, and the smooth glans was pushed into the heart of the flower, and both of them sighed in satisfaction.

"Just stick it in for a while? How long is a session? Twenty strokes?"

Zhou Xiyao panted and said, Shen Dongzhi, who got the taste, would only do twenty strokes, biting his lip and clamping his buttocks to act like a baby with him.

"Hmm... then... let's cut in for a while..."

From Zhao Tingjie's perspective, he could only vaguely see Shen Dongzhi being put into various poses, and even once the curtains were too open, he saw her buttocks.

In the middle of the buttocks was a stick of stick.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to have an orgasm.

Her neck was raised high, crystal beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and Zhao Tingjie's hand in his trouser pocket was suddenly grasped.

He originally planned to draw the curtains to keep out of sight and out of mind, but at this moment Shen Dongzhi turned his head and looked in his direction.

She gritted her teeth and hooked her lips, her red and tender lips were fleshy and lustful, and her eyes looked more like invitations than provocations.

She is smiling at him! this woman!

Zhao Tingjie felt that if he was here now, he would definitely rush in and insert his cock into her mouth.

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The three of them ate under the grape arbor next to the small building, and Zhou Xiyao also brought a bottle of red wine.

Some nondescript, but also very happy.

There are few people in the small town, and most of them have gone out to work. There are not many people on the street during the day, let alone at night, there is almost no one.

It was a pleasure to chat with wine on a quiet summer night. The atmosphere of the three of them was very harmonious, which made Zhao Tingjie's loneliness even more apparent.

The hotel does not care about food, and there is no takeaway here. What he eats is mineral water and bread.

After taking two bites, he felt uninterested, so Zhao Tingjie simply stopped eating. He went downstairs and walked slowly along the street. There were no street lights here, so Shen Dongzhi probably couldn't see him.

Tired after walking for a while, Zhao Tingjie felt a little stuffy, so he unbuttoned two shirt buttons, squatted down by the roadside and lit a cigarette. The white smoke slowly coiled up, and he exuded a decadent air. smell.

It's quite attractive.

Just walking around like this, Zhao Tingjie's cigarette case was soon emptied, and when he came to his senses, Shen Dongzhi and the three of them had disappeared, and the small building was plunged into darkness.