Sister, your pussy is tight again
In the small square apartment, the dim light illuminates the hot fog of soup rising from the stew pot, as well as his and her silhouettes.
Luo Yu had never tasted Shouwu sea cucumber soup, so naturally she didn't know what it tasted like, so she said that she made it by herself and gave him a bowl.
The young master drank the soup in a gentle manner, first took a sip with a porcelain spoon.
Slight frown, then stretch.
Like felines who are instinctively wary of unfamiliar food, they can only taste it after confirming that there is no danger.
Luo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take a rest, but was refreshed by his words.
"You don't wear that necklace anymore."
The boy's attention was obviously not on the soup bowl, but was staring straight at her.
Stare at the position of her collarbone on her chest.
That's all, you don't need your eyes to drink soup. Luo Yu thought.
"Necklace..." She seemed to carelessly touched the emptiness around her neck.
With a tone of hesitation, it seemed that she was even more lonely.
The lonely and empty young woman, even if she is separated by a table, even if she is just sitting in an ordinary posture, she exudes a very seductive charm, her fragrance is like a thick color painting.
In early summer, white porcelain is stewed with tonic soup, and empty spoons clatter when they touch bowls.
There was even a lingering sound in the air, and there was no one at the table.
Instead, the bed frame creaked.
Duan Yu will never figure out her tricks.
He thought that she was going to repeat the same old tricks, to be more intimate with other men in front of him, and only come to him again when he was unhappy. He was ready to get angry, but he didn't want her to be so pure this time.
She deliberately waited downstairs in his apartment, made soup with her own hands, and took off the ring and necklace.
Taken together, the change in attitude is evident.
"Sister, don't go looking for other men in the future." The young man whispered, already familiar with the movements of his fingers, and easily took off her dress.
The corsage and panties are a complete set, with lace hollow butterfly pattern, sexy and classic, with big breasts wrapped around and tender pussies covered.
Her kneeling posture is also very enchanting, as if she is very familiar with him, the height of her buttocks is exactly the height between his crotch, her snow-white slender waist is concave, wrapped in a thin black quilt, like a touch in the darkness moon.
"Hmm..." She snorted like a groan, leaving enough space to give him the initiative.
Juvenile understanding.
Fingers parted the lips, the glans poked tenderly, everything was just right, it was a secret that had been practiced for a long time, and only he knew it.
However, the boy's well-behaved behavior is no match for the fickleness of the young woman.
When he counted to twenty, he was about to straighten up and bury himself, but she pinched his wrist to stop him.
"Little master, are you a machine..." She complained, "It's not wet enough, I'll break it if you insert it..."
The knowledge points of science and engineering are always regular, just like those familiar formulas. The young man is talented and intelligent, and he also memorized a set of formulas that belonged to her.
Duan Yu bit his back molars.
Wet, only she knows if it's wet enough.
This word is too subjective, he likes something more objective, such as roughly how long and how many times.
Anyway, in his feelings, her tender pussy is always pink and tender, tight with too much water, and tight with little water. I really don't know what to do with her.
With a sullen face, pretending to be brave, he straightened his wolf waist and sent his penis an inch into the pussy.
I've done it twice anyway, so there's no reason not to.
"Ahhhhhh...the dick is too big...don't come in..." She twisted her buttocks and wailed, screaming so heartbroken that she wished she could stab the whole cock in and fuck her to death.
But the boy stopped.
Fu Xiang is a rare woman, it would be boring to eat it in one bite.
Luo Yu's head was buried in the thin quilt, well aware of the dullness of the young man, she gently taught him a trick.
Maintaining her kneeling position, she stretched her hand back, took his hand, and slowly brought it to her chest.
"Young master, there are many ways to get me wet..."
In the next moment, the hand with great masculinity caressed the breasts.
The lines with distinct bones are tough, the plump breast balls are soft and greasy, the bronze color is so white that it can't be fully grasped, the breast meat is pinched into an obscene shape, and it overflows between his fingers.
The young man seemed surprised by the softness, and let out a suppressed growl, then released his talent.
Kneading, pinching lightly, the strength is distributed just right, and then suddenly gathers to the tip of the nipple, converging into that pigeon blood red.
"Uh...uh...aha—"
The moment she was panting, her tender cunt was also overflowing with liquid, and he keenly caught the wet marks, and finally swept away her shame, and her stem fit freely into the tender flesh.
The sudden fullness made her lower waist limp, panting prolonged and charming, and her snowy muscles were flirtatious and red.
"Sister, your tender pussy is tight again, and it's biting me, really hard."
"Well……?"
"Can't your husband satisfy you?"
The boy didn't talk much in bed, but every word pierced her heart.
Luo Yu hesitated for a moment, then was contradicted again.
She has a thin waist and can't help fucking, the penis is slightly deeper, and the lower abdomen is pushed out into a terrible outline.
It is a woman's instinct to be afraid of male power, not to mention that it is a teenager who is fucking her at the moment, the age with the most "energy".
Thinking of her purpose of coming to him, Luo Yu trembled, her reason was overwhelmed.
I had already thought about how to answer, but my thoughts were messed up by him, and the meaning of the words changed.
"I'm not satisfied...that's why I came to you..."
She originally wanted to praise him, but it was obvious that the words didn't convey the meaning, which angered him instead.
The cock plunged into the depths of her pussy, so ferociously it could eat her.
"My sister is making fun of me?"
He pinched her big breasts, his self-esteem burst, and he swallowed back the shadows.
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Taming Desire (Little Mom)
General Fiction✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 At the funeral of a wealthy family in the drizzle, the new widow who is pregnant with a posthumous child is still mourning for the master of the Duan family. She was tightly covered in black clothes...
