"Xiao Ping An, harder, harder, deeper ...... ah ...... harder ...... so comfortable... ..."
"Aunt Yujiao, it's already deep enough, it can't go any deeper, it's better to be gentle and comfortable. If it's too hard, too fierce, I'm afraid I can't control it, there will be an accident, safety first ......"
Peach Blossom Village, the dark night, the quiet village gusts of murmurs.
Inside the room, the widow Yang Yujiao age thirty-two, the body of graceful mature lying on the bed, a glance, the chest gauze tightly wrapped, bulging very fruitful, such as the two humps rolling, extremely good breeding.
Pretty face is like a closed moon and shy flowers, at this time the willow leaf eyebrow wrinkled, teeth biting Dan lips, face floating peach blossom red.
A pair of bright eyes like spring water, pupils dilated, that comfortable expression charming and attractive.
Her hands grasped the bed sheet on both sides of the pillow, and her nasal cavity hummed out a moan.
The thin, sixteen-year-old Chen Pingan, kneeling.
Breathing rapidly, forehead, neck, veins bulging, densely covered with beads of sweat, lips trembling, seems to be trying desperately to control.
Both fingers holding a cotton swab, pulling out Yang Yujiao's ears, hearing that delicate and tantalizing moan, the body's hot and dry blood boiling.
Especially as long as the head is lowered, because the angle is just right, will see, clothes tightly wrapped that a pair of mountains.
It's like there are two big bowls of food hidden inside.
It's too much to be bound by the clothes, as if it's going to burst and push out, as if it's going to come out from the neckline of the clothes.
And white, as white as milk.
Sometimes comfortable, the body squirmed.
Those two mountains will also follow the up and down, left and right shaking and rippling, like water made, looks very soft.
Chen Pingan just happened to be at the age where this urge to fantasize about mature women.
From time to time, peeping, that kind of desire burning, can not wait to pounce on, pressed and hugged, do not even dare to imagine that in the end what is the taste.
At the same time, the heart is filled with a deep sense of guilt, a feeling of treason.
Because of this, it is very exciting and exciting, and it is even more exciting to be on fire.
Chen Pingan's father's generation, a total of three brothers, five years ago an accident.
The only thing left in the family is Chen Pingan and Yang Yujiao living together.
Yang Yujiao is the wife of his third uncle, his third aunt.
Five years ago, when Yang Yujiao became a widow, she and her third uncle had just been married for a year and a half and had no children of their own.
Yang Yujiao is a famous beauty in her hometown, which is coveted by countless men.
Fortunately, she did not remarry, and brought up the young Chen Pingan, otherwise the Chen family would be extinct.
Yang Yujiao has always treated Pingan Chen as her own son.
However, as she grew older, she became more aware and curious about women.
Perhaps it is a love that grows over time, Chen Pingan actually developed a desire in the past two years, a rebellious mentality that is getting stronger and stronger, and is simply uncontrollable.
Of course, after all, it is his third aunt, can only be suppressed in the bones, hidden.
With Chen Pingan withdrawing his hand, Yang Yujiao is still lying on the bed, taking a deep breath and exhaling a long breath.
With those watery beautiful eyes, she glanced at Pingan Chen who was kneeling next to her.
"Little Ping An, your technique is quite good, worthy of being after a Chinese medicine family. Auntie, my ears don't itch anymore, it's not easy to raise you all these years, you press my thighs again, or else I'll be gone in the future, and there's no benefit at all."
Hearing this, Chen Pingan nodded, "Hmm! Auntie, then I will help you press your legs."
Ping An Chen knelt on the bed and moved, coming between Yang Yujiao's legs.
Seeing Yang Yujiao's legs that are long, straight and round, very fleshy, wrapped tightly by her pants, very sexy, her legs are spread apart.
And that fat ass is also very big, even lying there and pressing down, it is a bit squeezing the pants, the flesh is squeezing out to the sides.
Chen Pingan kneels in the middle, the mood is even more hot, small hand on the thigh began to knead, pants smooth, soft, hot, hot, feel very comfortable.
And that mature physique, from time to time exudes a mature flavor fluttering nose, is the heartbeat accelerated as hemp.
The heart is in turmoil, has been thinking of other things, did not care, suddenly back to God raised his head, looked at Yang Yujiao that sexy and seductive appearance.
"Auntie, what did you say? You're leaving? Where are you going?"
The tone was anxious.
Yang Yujiao also looked at Chen Pingan with a look of reluctance and sighed.
"It's time to go."
In fact, pulling out ears, even if the usual life, how can Yang Yujiao not know these two years? Chen Pingan slowly grew up, began to know quietly peeking at themselves, holding thoughts about themselves.
Even now look, Chen Pingan despite kneeling there, but in front of the pants top up a big tent, especially scary.
