Xu Qing was a little ashamed, her cheeks became scarlet, and her right hand lifted the quilt, "Come over here and taste it, it's rising up me."
While blaming herself, she still fantasizes about Chen Xiaohu's big dick, and wonders how a blessed woman can taste it.
Inside as if the waves were lapping at the shore, the chest was also equally rough, Chen Xiaohu sipped the grapes, a wave of stimulation, like a wild tide washed over Xu Qing's body and mind.
"Xiaohu, is little mom's milk good?"
Chen Xiaohu was burying his head in Xu Qing's deep bosom, sucking greedily.
"Little mom, you've grown so big here, how it's different from me, white and soft and squirting, comfortable to touch."
Pfft!
Xu Qing laughed and sprayed, a normal person said so, it was a hooliganism, from Chen Xiaohu's mouth, but it seemed naive.
"You fool, how can a man and a woman be the same, it was originally for pairing."
"Pairing? Little mom, how can a man and a woman be paired, teach me!"
Xiao Hu's crotch has long been as hard as iron, in the narrow quilt, as if a small steel cannon, rubbing on Xu Qing's body.
Xu Qing felt the excitement of Xiaohu, the wedding day Chen Xiaohu his brother, also as now this skin to skin, Xu Qing has long been provoked by the hunger and thirst, licked his lips.
"Xiaohu, you are an adult, or small mom to teach you?"
