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Small pussy squeezed cherry juice play


But she was stupid as hell, and when she was about to run, the man had already noticed it.

The cooking table has a dead corner.

"What do I want to do?" He snorted violently and took a step towards her.

The flustered little maid could only take a step back.

"Fuck you."

His tone was extremely arrogant and cold, like a nasty ruffian.

In vain, he was still wearing an expensive uniform.

Hearing what he said, Tang Li turned pale with fright.

It's daytime, and it's in the store...

Pressed by him every step of the way, she couldn't stop backing away until her waist was on the edge of the cooking table.

Soft meets hard.

There is no way back.

He was too tall, standing face to face looking down at her like this, she didn't reach his chest.

What you can see is the man's sharp jawline and the bony Adam's apple outline.

He pushed her against the cooking table, with an extremely disparate body shape, like a lion blocking a stray cat.

Behind the stray cat is a small white porcelain bowl.

In the porcelain bowl, there are plump cherries, almost ripe.

Provoking envy.

"I think you are courting death."

The moment he entered her with his fingers, he spoke coldly with extreme disdain.

Tang Li was so ashamed and nervous that she couldn't speak, as if her throat was blocked by him.

It's sunny and it's in the shop.

At the door, there were still special guards standing facing the wall on duty.

He was so unscrupulous, took off her leggings, ripped open her panties, and inserted his fingers into her hole.

She wasn't wet, nervous, and jerky, making his knuckles tingle.

But he knew her body too well, so he stabbed her a few times casually, and thrust her into the water.

"Hmm... ah... ha... ah... good inside..."

She softened half of her body, and leaned softly on the cooking table, the heels of Yubai's legs that were parted on both sides trembled and tensed, and from time to time she clamped his big hand that was in it, and the flowers and branches trembled.

Like a crabapple being watered by the master.

She was getting wet, but he stopped.

The man pulled out his fingers and deliberately wiped his hands on her apron.

Big bronzed hands with sharp knuckles and a lovely apron with solid ruffles.

If there are any traces of water, there is a faint smell of obscene honey.

"Cherry juice, isn't it?"

He stretched out his hand, directly over her body, and with the few fingers that had just inserted into her small warm hole, he picked up a cherries from the porcelain bowl.

She blushed and didn't look at him.

I just felt that he opened her little butt, and the fat and tender buttocks were exposed to the air without any sense of security.

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