Lonely Lover 6

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 Ji Nanling is really interested in the forces entrusted to her. According to insiders, she has the appearance of a future gang leader's wife. At the same time, she did not forget to practice shooting and self-defense in order to deal with the future kidnapping.

 Because of his busy schedule, Feng Chuchuan came less often recently, but due to business matters, the two finally had normal communication. He would also ask Gao Sen to send various gifts from time to time, and for a while they really looked like an unmarried couple who respected each other like guests.

 Although Feng Chuchuan always behaved the same way every time he was in bed, leaving her behind when he was done. But gradually he not only improved in technique, but also began to be generous with physical contact other than genitals - even if it was just one-sided caressing.

 After the thick and hot penis was embedded in the soft and moist crotch, Feng Chuchuan did not rush to thrust in and out, but steadily moved with a rhythm of nine shallow and one deep, and the delicate body that was enduring the violation also followed him And shake.

 Ji Nanling still buried her head deeply, letting him come and go without making any movement, like an inflatable doll that was slim and graceful but had no soul.

 Previously, Feng Chuchuan thought that he could do whatever he felt comfortable with, but recently he started to pay attention to Ji Nanling's reaction.

 She must have endured it quite hard, as there were even sudden veins on her fair and slender neck, which appeared and disappeared under the messy brown hair. Feng Chuchuan hit her slowly and slowly, and his dry and slender palms began to caress her erotically from the inside of her legs. His body's reaction was frank, and he could clearly feel goosebumps rising on the skin under his hands.

 The devil's palm moved upstream to the snowy buttocks that had been swayed by the impact. If he patted it lightly at this moment, the soft flesh in the hole would tighten, squeezing out more thick vaginal fluid.

 But Feng Chuchuan just squeezed it, and without stopping, he pushed the nightgown and traced the curve of Ji Nanling's body amidst the continuous "pop" sound. Chu's waist that he could hold tightly, the slightly raised ribs under the smooth skin, and the soft little white rabbit that he couldn't hold.

 He allowed himself to play with the soft breast meat without any scruples. The hardened cherry was

 pinched harshly by his fingers, stretched out and bounced back. The entire breast was flattened, grasped and kneaded into all possible shapes. shape.

 She felt a little pain, but the pleasure brought by the penetration of her pussy could completely overwhelm it, but she still would not let out any moan, whether it was pain or pleasure.

 "Tsk."

 Unfortunately, the spontaneous gathering of wall flesh, the increasingly slippery passage and the slightly trembling body were all leaks. Feng Chuchuan could clearly see how the person underneath him would react to such a teasing move.

 In terms of personality, the two of them actually understand each other. Feng Chuchuan guessed that she knew that he would not care about any of her feelings, so at this time, as if she was trying to protect something, she kept silent and refused to admit that she was also involved in sex. Got to have fun.

 However, people's thoughts are not static. Feng Chuchuan was indifferent before, but now his thoughts have changed.

 Her stubbornness is quite similar to Feng Ling's, except that one makes Feng Chuchuan want to protect her, while the other makes him want to destroy.

 He expects and will induce her to fall into the dark abyss little by little until she completely becomes a person in his world.

 "Even if you don't make a sound, I know you feel so good being fucked." Feng Chuchuan lowered his body, his shirt and tie pressed against her bare back, rubbing back and forth with the intercourse movements. The hot breath sprayed beside her ears, but every word she spoke was extremely cold.

 Although Ji Nanling was used to him speaking obscenities coldly, she still clenched her fists unconsciously.

 "There's so much water flowing, you're biting your cunt so hard." He deliberately suppressed his voice and made a few forceful movements, and the sound of sticky water could be heard clearly.

 She bit her lip, swallowing the moan that was about to come out of her mouth.

 "Not only are you used to it, but you also enjoy it." Feng Chuchuan said slowly, but the movements on his waist began to accelerate, like a pile driver, thrusting the penis in and out at an alarming speed, using three left and three right methods, like an umbrella. The tip scraped the flesh walls on both sides, sweeping over the sensitive ecstasy. "My fiancée."

 Ji Nanling felt as if the pillow was being burned by her body temperature. Due to her physical condition, she could not deny that she had indeed gained physical strength from the man's not gentle, even cruel, teasing. pleasure.

 Feng Chuchuan felt more and more that his fiancée was really a beauty, and the uneven corridor was extremely attractive. He penetrated the female body underneath him hard, as if he was going to break her.

 It wasn't until Ji Nanling felt the burning pain in her vagina, which was even a little numb, that Feng Chuchuan pulled out his cock and shot the white turbid fluid into her red and swollen buttocks.

 "You know what to do next time." His voice was a little hoarse, like melting frost.

 Just like a cat that catches a mouse will not eat it immediately, but play with it first, Feng Chuchuan began to think about how to train and develop her to suit his own liking after finishing these busy days.

 Because of her stubborn temper and the fact that his fiancée could still come in handy, he couldn't rush it, but this made Feng Chuchuan feel even more eager to give it a try.

 I seem to have heard someone say before that he has some good "toys" over there, and I'd like to have someone bring them over some other time.

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