The valley was already wet, the horse's hooves were hard, as if they were entering a nobody's land, easily leaping through the forest, reaching the dark valley, perhaps because of the emptiness of the body, or perhaps suddenly, suddenly, suddenly broke in. My wife opened her mouth, raised her waist and groaned, but soon she pursed her lips and showed a soothing look.
We had exhausted all our patience just now and had no intention of playing. When we touched each other, we were fighting with real swords and guns. She hugged me tightly, opened the door, and put on a full-time battle. I was naturally not willing to be outdone. I rushed and ran wildly.
The horse quickly passed through the edge of the dense forest and headed straight to the depths of the valley. The light of the valley was gone all year round. The air was humid. The deeper it went, the more wet it became. Soon the stream flowed out along the valley. The horse went upstream, the horse's hooves trampled, the water splashed everywhere, and the grass mud flew.
The horse ran wildly, the earth trembled, as if playing the war drum, she frowned and endured everything, but soon she couldn't help singing along with the war drum, humming softly every time she pointed the key point, she would pursed her lips and shook her head, squeeze my back with both hands, rub my fingers on my back, slide
I supported my body with both hands, not pressed on her. I wanted to witness everything that happened with my own eyes. I wanted to see her reaction. Her response realized my actions. She was a little embarrassed and reached out to pull me down. I took advantage of the opportunity to catch her hand and fix her body. I said, "It's an old couple, what's so shy."
It would be fine if she didn't say it, but this sentence made her face blushing, even more red. Under the light, she was like a red cherry that dripped water quickly. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't refute it. She wanted to escape, but she had no way to escape.
I lowered my head and could clearly see the clear springs that the horse brought out every time it raised its hooves, and the contraction of the valley when it vibrated. Although she didn't want to, her body still responded uncontrollably, and she raised her waist to cater to it. This made her even more ashamed and angry. She closed her eyes and looked like she had no face to see someone.
Her reaction brought me pleasure. I wanted to see her like this, but I wanted to see her in desire, the natural reactions she made in her heart and irresistible. Facing the crazy beating mountains, I climbed up and reached out to grasp only one.
For some reason, the desires in the body were not vented and controlled, but were like wildfire, burning more and more vigorously, and the more it burned, I became wilder and wilder. I tried my best, and the horse was urging and galloped rapidly.
Her whole body was limp, but she was under all the strength. She was unable to resist, and she only swayed with the force, and the sound of kicking and stomping on the stone slabs was made in the swaying field.
Her hair was messy, stuck to the corner of her mouth, her face, her expression was constantly changing, sometimes painful, uncomfortable, sometimes happy, she let go of her hands from me, grasping the quilt, as if she wanted to stabilize her body and reduce the impact, but this was useless at all, but instead made her return stronger, as if she was actively fighting with me
As the ripples and impacts, the sound in the little mouth keeps changing, occasionally whimpering, occasionally getting a heavy blow, and sometimes sobbing like a discomfort, and sometimes sobbing like a discomfort, all kinds of sounds mixed together, mixing into a harmonious and lewd chorus
It was in these choruses, these constantly changing expressions to find pleasure, fun, and stimulation. This greatly stimulated me. I was not interested in playing, and I helped my long white legs to my shoulders, hugged them tightly, and stood up with my waist with all my strength.
She became helpless in an instant, and could only continue to hold the quilt's hand to fix her body, but it was obviously useless in this burst. She turned into a small flower in the wind, and could only accept destruction and powerless resistance.
The horse's hooves stomped through the mud, crushed the stone slabs, galloping through the valley, only the residual wind sounded, proving that they had just arrived at the foot of the bed and began to make a creaking sound. The majestic peaks seemed to be under an magnitude eight earthquake, rolling forward, backward, left, right, up and down
She wanted to vent the pleasure rolling in her body through her screams, but she could no longer send it out with her mouth open. She curled her waist and wanted to escape, but in the end she was knocked down by the powerful force that came again and again.
The stream slowly became deeper, submerging the horse's knees, causing great difficulty to its gallop, but it still rushes hard and its body is very hot, and the friction places are hotter, but it is a little strange. For some reason, it has been rushing all its strength for so long, but it doesn't feel like it is coming slowly recently. I wondered, is it really that she cooks the kidney-tonifying things that have played a role
Although I was thinking randomly in my mind, I didn't stop. I was fine. She seemed to be unable to stand it. She clamped my neck tightly, and she would be able to hold it up. She almost hung it on me.
I'm almost here? I asked gritted my teeth
She opened her eyes and looked at me, opened her mouth, but she quickly swallowed the words and made a scream and exclaimed instead. Although she didn't say anything, I already understood that she was whipping harder, and the war drums instantly turned into firecrackers, and burst into crackling sounds. She kept screaming, clenched her hands, tearing the quilt, and her head kept turning around.
The horse broke into the heart of the valley and trampled to the restriction. The valley became extremely unstable and began to shake. The stream contracted and deeper and deeper, flooded the horse's belly and could only flow across the river.
Soon, the valley contracted violently, and the flood rushed out of the intestine, as if he wanted to destroy everything on the road and rushed the horse that had entered the forbidden area out of the intestine valley.
Even if it is submerged again and again, the horse still emerges from the water again and again. Even if it is washed backwards, the horse still struggles to move forward. Perhaps this is a test. After the flood, the valley slowly stabilizes. As long as you persist in passing the test, you can see that beautiful paradise.
She closed her eyes tightly and grabbed the quilt with her hands, as if she was feeling it, and as if she was savoring the slight biting of the corner of her mouth, her eyelashes trembled, as if she entered a beautiful world, strolling, spinning, and playing inside.
In order to increase her pleasure, I still keep moving forward, but now, after struggling hard in the flood just now, the horse is exhausted and can only walk in the valley and watch.
After a long time, her tight body softened a little bit, slowly opened her eyes and Mid-Autumn Festival water flowed, and the waves were rippling. It looked so good. I asked with a smile. How about it?
Very beautiful, she smiled sweetly, couldn't help but hugging me and kissing me
Is this a reward? Maybe it's right, but I'm a little annoyed. I used up all my strength and lay down on my side, hugged her long white legs, and came to Yizhi Duxiu, who I learned from the movie.
But she had just been there, and the pleasure had not subsided yet. I could only recover to the kind of play and teasing that I started. I always stopped when I clicked, rubbed at the edge, and didn't go deeper, so I kept testing, igniting the fire, igniting the flames in her body
Some women are more likely to reach in the intense heat. This time I don’t want to be earth-shaking too quickly, I just want to arrive a little bit and experience the fun along the way.
After temptation, she comforted her for a few minutes, she finally fell into it a little bit again. Mizuho began to take the initiative to touch my body, knead my body, and ask me tactfully, but I didn't want to perform the solo leap just now. This time I kept the tactic of attacking but not siege but not annihilation.
Not long after, she couldn't stand it and couldn't bear it. To my surprise, she actually reached out and pushed me flat and climbed onto me. This Guanyin sitting on the lotus surprised me. When there was no time to sigh, she tried her best as soon as she came up, supported her hands on my chest, and quickly twisted her slender waist.
I was so tired that I was enjoying myself below, looking at her happily, and my hands wandered around her, kneading or realizing my radicalism, I felt a little embarrassed to turn my head and not face my sight, but I didn't pause at all, and I rotated, pressed down, and thrust faster and faster, and my strength became stronger and stronger.
Men can make women unable to stand it, and women can make men unable to stand it. Soon I bent my waist and shouted, "Be gentle, I'll fold it soon."
But she seemed to have not heard it. As always, she was riding a horse, her long hair was flying like kneading the dough, and the mountains were flying. Although it was a little painful, it was more exciting! I tightened my waist, couldn't tell whether it was a fight back, or wanted to seek greater pleasure, and kept hitting upwards.
She seemed to be playing with a trampoline in an instant, rising and falling rapidly, and her whole body trembled even more violently. It was spectacular at first, but she could still control it, but at this moment she could not control it. She was thunderous and screamed in awe.
We had exhausted all our patience just now and had no intention of playing. When we touched each other, we were fighting with real swords and guns. She hugged me tightly, opened the door, and put on a full-time battle. I was naturally not willing to be outdone. I rushed and ran wildly.
The horse quickly passed through the edge of the dense forest and headed straight to the depths of the valley. The light of the valley was gone all year round. The air was humid. The deeper it went, the more wet it became. Soon the stream flowed out along the valley. The horse went upstream, the horse's hooves trampled, the water splashed everywhere, and the grass mud flew.
The horse ran wildly, the earth trembled, as if playing the war drum, she frowned and endured everything, but soon she couldn't help singing along with the war drum, humming softly every time she pointed the key point, she would pursed her lips and shook her head, squeeze my back with both hands, rub my fingers on my back, slide
I supported my body with both hands, not pressed on her. I wanted to witness everything that happened with my own eyes. I wanted to see her reaction. Her response realized my actions. She was a little embarrassed and reached out to pull me down. I took advantage of the opportunity to catch her hand and fix her body. I said, "It's an old couple, what's so shy."
It would be fine if she didn't say it, but this sentence made her face blushing, even more red. Under the light, she was like a red cherry that dripped water quickly. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't refute it. She wanted to escape, but she had no way to escape.
I lowered my head and could clearly see the clear springs that the horse brought out every time it raised its hooves, and the contraction of the valley when it vibrated. Although she didn't want to, her body still responded uncontrollably, and she raised her waist to cater to it. This made her even more ashamed and angry. She closed her eyes and looked like she had no face to see someone.
Her reaction brought me pleasure. I wanted to see her like this, but I wanted to see her in desire, the natural reactions she made in her heart and irresistible. Facing the crazy beating mountains, I climbed up and reached out to grasp only one.
For some reason, the desires in the body were not vented and controlled, but were like wildfire, burning more and more vigorously, and the more it burned, I became wilder and wilder. I tried my best, and the horse was urging and galloped rapidly.
Her whole body was limp, but she was under all the strength. She was unable to resist, and she only swayed with the force, and the sound of kicking and stomping on the stone slabs was made in the swaying field.
Her hair was messy, stuck to the corner of her mouth, her face, her expression was constantly changing, sometimes painful, uncomfortable, sometimes happy, she let go of her hands from me, grasping the quilt, as if she wanted to stabilize her body and reduce the impact, but this was useless at all, but instead made her return stronger, as if she was actively fighting with me
As the ripples and impacts, the sound in the little mouth keeps changing, occasionally whimpering, occasionally getting a heavy blow, and sometimes sobbing like a discomfort, and sometimes sobbing like a discomfort, all kinds of sounds mixed together, mixing into a harmonious and lewd chorus
It was in these choruses, these constantly changing expressions to find pleasure, fun, and stimulation. This greatly stimulated me. I was not interested in playing, and I helped my long white legs to my shoulders, hugged them tightly, and stood up with my waist with all my strength.
She became helpless in an instant, and could only continue to hold the quilt's hand to fix her body, but it was obviously useless in this burst. She turned into a small flower in the wind, and could only accept destruction and powerless resistance.
The horse's hooves stomped through the mud, crushed the stone slabs, galloping through the valley, only the residual wind sounded, proving that they had just arrived at the foot of the bed and began to make a creaking sound. The majestic peaks seemed to be under an magnitude eight earthquake, rolling forward, backward, left, right, up and down
She wanted to vent the pleasure rolling in her body through her screams, but she could no longer send it out with her mouth open. She curled her waist and wanted to escape, but in the end she was knocked down by the powerful force that came again and again.
The stream slowly became deeper, submerging the horse's knees, causing great difficulty to its gallop, but it still rushes hard and its body is very hot, and the friction places are hotter, but it is a little strange. For some reason, it has been rushing all its strength for so long, but it doesn't feel like it is coming slowly recently. I wondered, is it really that she cooks the kidney-tonifying things that have played a role
Although I was thinking randomly in my mind, I didn't stop. I was fine. She seemed to be unable to stand it. She clamped my neck tightly, and she would be able to hold it up. She almost hung it on me.
I'm almost here? I asked gritted my teeth
She opened her eyes and looked at me, opened her mouth, but she quickly swallowed the words and made a scream and exclaimed instead. Although she didn't say anything, I already understood that she was whipping harder, and the war drums instantly turned into firecrackers, and burst into crackling sounds. She kept screaming, clenched her hands, tearing the quilt, and her head kept turning around.
The horse broke into the heart of the valley and trampled to the restriction. The valley became extremely unstable and began to shake. The stream contracted and deeper and deeper, flooded the horse's belly and could only flow across the river.
Soon, the valley contracted violently, and the flood rushed out of the intestine, as if he wanted to destroy everything on the road and rushed the horse that had entered the forbidden area out of the intestine valley.
Even if it is submerged again and again, the horse still emerges from the water again and again. Even if it is washed backwards, the horse still struggles to move forward. Perhaps this is a test. After the flood, the valley slowly stabilizes. As long as you persist in passing the test, you can see that beautiful paradise.
She closed her eyes tightly and grabbed the quilt with her hands, as if she was feeling it, and as if she was savoring the slight biting of the corner of her mouth, her eyelashes trembled, as if she entered a beautiful world, strolling, spinning, and playing inside.
In order to increase her pleasure, I still keep moving forward, but now, after struggling hard in the flood just now, the horse is exhausted and can only walk in the valley and watch.
After a long time, her tight body softened a little bit, slowly opened her eyes and Mid-Autumn Festival water flowed, and the waves were rippling. It looked so good. I asked with a smile. How about it?
Very beautiful, she smiled sweetly, couldn't help but hugging me and kissing me
Is this a reward? Maybe it's right, but I'm a little annoyed. I used up all my strength and lay down on my side, hugged her long white legs, and came to Yizhi Duxiu, who I learned from the movie.
But she had just been there, and the pleasure had not subsided yet. I could only recover to the kind of play and teasing that I started. I always stopped when I clicked, rubbed at the edge, and didn't go deeper, so I kept testing, igniting the fire, igniting the flames in her body
Some women are more likely to reach in the intense heat. This time I don’t want to be earth-shaking too quickly, I just want to arrive a little bit and experience the fun along the way.
After temptation, she comforted her for a few minutes, she finally fell into it a little bit again. Mizuho began to take the initiative to touch my body, knead my body, and ask me tactfully, but I didn't want to perform the solo leap just now. This time I kept the tactic of attacking but not siege but not annihilation.
Not long after, she couldn't stand it and couldn't bear it. To my surprise, she actually reached out and pushed me flat and climbed onto me. This Guanyin sitting on the lotus surprised me. When there was no time to sigh, she tried her best as soon as she came up, supported her hands on my chest, and quickly twisted her slender waist.
I was so tired that I was enjoying myself below, looking at her happily, and my hands wandered around her, kneading or realizing my radicalism, I felt a little embarrassed to turn my head and not face my sight, but I didn't pause at all, and I rotated, pressed down, and thrust faster and faster, and my strength became stronger and stronger.
Men can make women unable to stand it, and women can make men unable to stand it. Soon I bent my waist and shouted, "Be gentle, I'll fold it soon."
But she seemed to have not heard it. As always, she was riding a horse, her long hair was flying like kneading the dough, and the mountains were flying. Although it was a little painful, it was more exciting! I tightened my waist, couldn't tell whether it was a fight back, or wanted to seek greater pleasure, and kept hitting upwards.
She seemed to be playing with a trampoline in an instant, rising and falling rapidly, and her whole body trembled even more violently. It was spectacular at first, but she could still control it, but at this moment she could not control it. She was thunderous and screamed in awe.
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