Escape from the School of Lust (MTL) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 23 (micro H)

Stealing Incense in the Fitting Room

The cramped fitting room, with a mirror erected on one side, and a bright light source spreading from the top of the head.

　　The first two buttons of Wansha were unbuttoned, and from the perspective of Fu Yiheng, a deep groove squeezed out by the snow milk could be seen.

　　His eyes darkened, his black gloves stretched to the collar, untied her third button, and revealed the blue bra.

　　The breasts are tightly wrapped in the breasts, like peaches being slapped, pink and plump, which is mouth-watering.

　　Wan Sha whispered: "I have to change clothes, the waiter will find out."

　　"Don't worry." Fu Yiheng wrapped his arms around her waist, put his hands in his pants, and pulled off the bottom of the pants ambiguously. In the crotch.

　　He slid his eyes thickly across the triangle area and laughed: "Huh? It's also blue."

　　Wan Shao smiled wryly: "I like to buy a set."

　　Fu Yiheng picked up the gauze skirt hung on the hook and opened his back. I thought about how to wear it, and put it on her body.

　　Wan Sha was a little confused, she really helped her dress.

　　She took the initiative to stretch out her hand and put it into her sleeve. After putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror, dissatisfied.

　　"This dress is suitable for flat breasts." Fu Yiheng raised his eyes and looked up at her. "Your breasts are too big."

　　Wan Sha frowned, "I can't pick the right one."

　　Fu Yiheng wrapped his hands around his chest and leaned in the mirror. Bian: "The third hanger in the left row, there is a yellow dress for you. There is also the sixth hanger in the third row. You can try a blue shirt."

　　Wan Sha was surprised: "Do you remember that clearly?"

　　Fu Yiheng shrugged: "Go and get it." The waiter leaned over and smiled graciously: "Little beauty, this suit suits you well."

　　All the waiters only said it was suitable. Wan Sha still believed Fu Yiheng's words, and according to his wishes, she found a light yellow tube top lace-up skirt and a small blue v-neck shirt.

　　His memory is too good.

　　The waiter looked around, "Where is your handsome boyfriend?" It was Fu Yiheng, but he was not her boyfriend. Wan Sha could only lie: "He's out."

　　At this time, a girl picked out her clothes and stepped forward to Fu Yiheng. In the waiting room, he stretched out his hand toward the curtain.

　　"Wait!" Wan Sha stopped loudly, and ran to the girl quickly, blocking her from entering, "Excuse me, I'm using this fitting room." The girl was surprised and turned to the next door.

　　Wan Sha breathed a sigh of relief, she was so risky that she was almost discovered.

　　With the force of grasping from her arm, Wan Sha was pulled into the fitting room by a powerful force and fell into a warm embrace.

　　Fu Yiheng leaned behind her and whispered in a low voice, "I'll take it off for you."

　　Wan Sha didn't respond before she was pressed against the mirror.

　　His broad chest is like a wall, blocking the light and casting a deep shadow.

　　Wansha had nowhere to hide, clinging to the mirror, and there were bursts of cold on her chest.

　　She inadvertently remembered that when he tore her clothes, her whole body was tight.

　　After Fu Yiheng passed her through once, she was able to peel off women's clothes in a familiar way.

　　Taking off the veil skirt, unbuttoning the blue corset, two balls of crisp breasts flicked on the mirror.

　　There was a cold mirror in the front, and his hot chest in the back, as if the body was divided into two halves, half of ice and half of fire, to melt her whole person.

　　Fu Yiheng covered her back, grabbed the corner of her underwear, pulled it down, took out the erect male roots, and inserted them into the gap between her legs.

　　Wan Sha feels the roughness and scorching heat of his desire, and the physiological stimulation makes the small holes secrete fluid, which wets the junction of the two.

　　Fu Yiheng leaned down and licked her auricle erotically: "Look at you, every time you get wet so fast."

　　Wan Sha's cheek was pressed against the mirror, exhaling a little mist on the mirror surface.

　　I can vaguely see myself in the mirror, naked against the mirror, the hemispherical breasts are compressed and deformed, and the blue underwear is still hanging on my knees, floating with the ups and downs.

　　A thick and sturdy meat stick runs through the white crotch, wiping her flower lips heavily, appearing occasionally.

　　She covered her mouth, desperately restrained, for fear that the girl next door would notice that they were doing the most private thing.

　　Fu Yiheng's tall nose was buried in the base of her delicate neck, and she took a deep breath of the pleasant scent of milk.

　　The smell on her body was like an aphrodisiac, enticing him to fall into madness.

　　The pupils of his eyes were filled with black energy, and the thrust of his thrusts became more fierce, and the mirror made a noise.

　　The new clothes hung on the hooks were all shaking.

　　Wan yarn scared, worried about the people next door heard a whisper urging Fu Heng: "Hurry up, get out,"

　　Fu Heng issued a sexy hiss, biting her earlobe: "and then pinch point"

　　Wan yarn Mozhe only Pressing the meat stick between the legs, the underside rubbed too hot.

　　This time it was relatively fast, and the bell mouth of the glans spouted white turbidity, bursting between her legs, sliding down the calf drop by drop.

　　Wan Sha took out a tissue, wiped the white turbidity between her legs, looked down at the ground, shouting badly.

　　The new clothes in this store were shaken to the floor and stained with semen. They gave off a strong masculine smell, and they couldn't be wiped off.

　　It would be bad if it was discovered by the clerk.