Chapter 12 Take a nap

Fang Ling stepped back to the bed, unable to avoid it, and grabbed both hands nervously on both sides of his pants, watching Song Qinghua, who had a malicious smile, walk around and think about herself.

Qing... Sister Qinghua, Qing... Sister Qingyu is still in her room. Fang Ling carefully reminded

I know, what's wrong? Although Song Qinghua was talking, she did not stop approaching Fang Ling.

I...I'm afraid...I'm afraid that something will make a noise to Sister Qingyu. Fang Ling saw Song Qinghua getting closer and closer, so he could only sit on the bed with his head down and stay away from her as far as possible.

Just sleep, what can I do? Well? Song Qing took a step forward, held Fang Ling's face with both hands, forcing him to look up at him, and his fingers gently stroked his cheeks.

Then...if...if...if...what if...what should she find that you are not in your room, but in my room? Fang Ling looked at Song Qinghua worriedly and asked.

Puchi~ I won’t say that my sister won’t go into my room. Even if I find that I’m not in my room, in your room, I can say that I’m helping you with tutoring. Sister, I will ‘tutor you’ you well~ Song Qinghua couldn’t help laughing when she heard Fang Ling’s words, then scraped his nose with her fingers and said to him in an ambiguous tone.

Besides, the sound insulation effect of the door in this room is very good. The door of the room is closed and I can't hear any movement inside when I stand outside the door. What's more, my sister is separated by two doors?

Song Qinghua approached Fang Ling's beautiful face again, exhaling like orchids. Fang Ling even felt the fragrance that Song Qinghua exhaled when she spoke and swelled on her face, feeling a little slight and itchy.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qinghua bent over and kissed Fang Ling's lips. The fragrant tongue seemed to pry open Fang Ling's teeth very skillfully, then drove straight in, grabbed Fang Ling's little tongue that was huddled in her mouth, and then stirred hard.

Fang Ling was caught off guard by Song Qinghua's sudden kiss. She felt something soft and smooth in her mouth. The liquid it brought in seemed a little sweet. Then she opened her eyes wide and looked at Song Qinghua, who was obsessed with kissing herself with her eyes closed, and was stunned for a moment.

Then Fang Ling reacted, and Xiao Tong resisted fiercely, trying to push the invader out of his territory, and put his hands on Song Qinghua's shoulders, wanting to push her away.

Unexpectedly, Song Qing drew a jade hand to press the back of Fang Ling's head tightly, and the other jade hand pressed his shoulder hard, then frowned, his eyes half open, and looked at Fang Ling fiercely.

Fang Ling felt as if he was staring at Song Qinghua's eyes when he was wearing Song Qinghua's eyes. He felt a chill in his heart, and his thoughts of resistance also disappeared. His hands on Song Qinghua's shoulders also fell down. The little tongue against the fragrant tongue gradually retreated and shrank into his mouth.

Just when Fang Ling thought he was going to be played hard, Song Qinghua let go of Fang Ling, her lips separated, and a trace of lustful transparent silk thread was brought out. Then she stood up straight, Fang Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But then Song Qinghua sat on Fang Ling's thigh, hugged Fang Ling from behind her waist with one jade hand, and the other jade hand used some force to pinch Fang Ling's chin, and then kissed her again

Song Qinghua kissed more intensely this time than before. After her fragrant tongue broke into Fang Ling's mouth, she squeezed Fang Ling's little tongue hard, as if venting her dissatisfaction with Fang Ling's resistance just now. Then she stirred her tongue hard, then grabbed Fang Ling's little tongue that was avoiding her everywhere, hooked her and pulled it outward, suggesting that Fang Ling stretched out her tongue. Fang Ling catered helplessly. Then Song Qinghua introduced Fang Ling's little tongue into her mouth, and then kept sucking, making a sizzling and lewd sound.

Fang Ling only felt that Song Qing's buttocks were pressed under him, but there was a trace of inexplicable pleasure. His tongue was sucked so hard that it was numb, and the root of his tongue was pulled away from it. The feeling of the interweaving pleasure and pain between the top and the bottom made him moan and his breathing became heavy, and he couldn't even breathe.

Song Qinghua kissed Fang Ling for a long time and finally let go of Fang Ling. When her lips parted, she still brought out a lewd transparent thin silk. Then Song Qinghua pressed her jade hands against Fang Ling's chest, and then pushed her gently. Fang Ling lay on the bed.

Song Qinghua stood up and admired her masterpiece from a high place. Fang Ling's eyes were blurred, covered with a layer of mist, her slightly red and swollen lips opened and closed slightly, her face was covered with two red glows, her head was also turned to one side, her chest was undulating because of her heavy breathing, and she looked like she was being slapped to orgasm. One hand was placed in front of her chest, and the other hand tightly pulled down her clothes, as if she was afraid that Song Qinghua would suddenly strip him naked, and a small tent was bulging under her.

Remove your hand from you. After enjoying it for a while, Song Qing painted the other party's ling and ordered

Fang Ling also recovered a little at this moment. After hearing Song Qinghua's words, he bit his lips and hesitated for a while. Then, as if he was determined, he finally took his hands away from his body, grabbed the sheet with both hands, and then bit his lips, and turned his head to one side, revealing his white and tender neck. He didn't dare to see what Song Qinghua wanted to do to him next, looking like he was left to fate.

Then Song Qinghua sat on Fang Ling's thigh. One jade hand first opened Fang Ling's clothes, the other jade hand reached inside, gently rubbed his smooth and soft abdomen. Then both jade hands penetrated deep into his clothes, held both sides of his ribs, and pressed the two little red beans on Fang Ling's chest with his two thumbs, and then gently pinched them. Fang Ling's body also felt, and the little red beans became harder. Then Song Qinghua used her two thumbs to rub Fang Ling's little red beans constantly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Fang Ling only felt an electric current in his body spreading through his limbs and bones, and he felt extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but let out a tiny moan.

Fang Ling's small tent was stretched high, and was pressed against Song Qinghua with her lower body, standing upright, with pain and pleasure intertwined.

Song Qinghua bent down again, first bite Fang Ling's tender neck, licked the bite with his tongue and then let go, and his jade hands were still rubbing Fang Ling's little red beans.

Then she stared at Fang Ling's earlobe that seemed to be about to drip blood, and bit it again. After a while of teasing, she approached Fang Ling's ear and said: It's a pity that you can't plant strawberries with such a white and tender neck, but I'll work hard on other places covered by clothes.

Fang Ling only felt that the heat exhaled by Song Qinghua when she spoke seemed to have a special magic that made him restless.

Then Song Qinghua said: Don't worry, I just slept at noon today. As for the evening~ we, slow, slow, come~

After saying that, Song Qinghua got up and pulled out her jade hand. Then Fang Ling said: Get up. Fang Ling is so amnesty that he quickly supported her with his hands.