Repay the Old Man

First Beauty and Uncle 11

Already in the middle of winter, and the wind is rustling outside. At night, the first beauty Yu Yingying's boudoir is as warm as the sun, and she walks out of the bookcase alone. In order to make it easier to get in and out, our uncle asked Miss Biao to move to a room that can lead to the secret room of the waiting house, and then live a life without shame and shame.

The sweet doll on the bed was picked up, and the rough man was walking while picking up the beauty's clothes. When he entered the secret room, the beauty was already naked.

This was dug when the Zhenbeihou Mansion was first built. There are two rooms, several passages, and six exits leading to different places. This is only known to the Zhenbeihou in the past. If it weren't for the shame of finding a little beauty at night Your uncle has forgotten the shame.

The secret room has vents, and everything in it is all prepared by my uncle to make the little beauty more comfortable.

Putting the man on the bed, Master Hou's body shook, and her inner strength shattered her clothes. The little beauty has been in menstrual affairs these days, and Master Hou has been waiting for a few days. The hungry man is terrible.

In the past few months, except for menstrual affairs, Master Hou has been pressing the little beauty for a few times every night, so that the little beauty is now sensitive to being touched by someone and gets wet. Last time the little beauty persuaded Master Hou Be restrained, afraid that he will have a kidney deficiency, and the result is that he originally pityed her for her tenderness and only needed her twice a night. After that day, he fainted her every night before he would give up. Anyway, he knew that no matter how he fucked, the little beauty was second. The day can always recover, the young lady can only sigh, the man can't provoke it.

The Hou Ye on the bed can't wait to stuff himself into the little beauty, the tight flower hole is still so pink and tender, as delicate as an unmanned virgin. I've been fucking for three months now, every night I buried the clone inside, why is it still so tight? Every time he came in, he caught him very refreshingly, and it was nothing more than that.

"Little fairy, I have been thinking hard these days, do you miss uncle?"

"Um... yes... so fast... ah... uncle... slow down"

"I'm so tight and make me slow down"

"Oh... ...Ah...Uncle...want to...plug in...broken"

The man fiercely pierced through the people under him, helped her up and sat on him, then stood up, watching the two breasts sway in front of him, this is his favorite posture, the little beauty's slender waist is swaying, white and tender. Buttocks were slapped by eggs.

The crimson meat stick was as thick as a big eggplant, and the little beauty inserted into the flower branches trembled, and it didn't take long for a squirting water to wet the man's buttocks. A thick hand was slapped on the buttocks and immediately appeared Several handprints.

"Little slut, look at your sluts, change the sheets every night, and this guy, who swallows so much semen from Uncle every day, who raised you."

"Ah...ohhhhhhhhhhh... "It

's such a wave, do you want everyone in the city to hear it, let them see how their first beauty calls a bed"

"No...uncle..."

"Nothing, don't be fucked by your uncle? You? Little fairy, today I went out and recruited a man for me. The little son of the official secretary, said that you don't want to marry."

"I...no...uncle"

was another turn over, and the little beauty was taken to the bed. On the half-high bed, the little beauty stood upright, her breasts were held by the man, and both hands were on the edge of the bed. Master Hou held the big eggplant and inserted it from behind, and maliciously rubbed the small chrysanthemum with the stick.

The fragrance on the beauty gets stronger, which makes the y man behind her behave more violently. The passionate person has a tender and tender body, which makes people want to be tortured. Master Hou knows that the little beauty likes him more violently. The more the rough little beauty flows.

"Quickly say, who are you?"

"Ah...I...I'm from your uncle...Uncle..."

" My husband

..."

There was a cold wind outside, and the guard's door rubbed his frozen hands from time to time. In the silent night, how many men in the capital shot the beauty in their minds, holding their clones, but didn't know that the beauty was waiting The secret room of the mansion was nourished by the God of War in their hearts.

The secret room has returned to calm, and under the bright light, the stout man has a petite beauty in his arms, covered in blue and purple, and the little hole bites a meat stick and so quietly falls asleep.