Chapter 645 Her First Exchange 3

The zipper extends to the top of the hips and slowly pulls to the bottom. The back groove is very deep, the curve is beautiful, and the perky hip line is like a undulating hill, snow-white, delicate

I could vaguely hear her rapid heartbeat, her breathing became heavier, and the heat sprayed on the snow back. Every time she sucked, she would concave her back, as if there was a beast standing behind her, afraid of being hurt, which greatly stimulated me, she trembled and reached out and touched her fingertips.

Zhang Ting clenched her pink fist like an electric shock, her legs trembled very hard, as if she couldn't stand anytime soon, but she still plucked up the courage, slightly shrank her chest, held her cuffs and drifted, like a snowflake, falling to the ground

I know she didn't mean it, but this action was too visually impactful, just like watching a painting of ink, a scroll of country style, men ploughing and women weaving, chickens and ducks everywhere, without waiting for anyone to prepare, the painting style in the scroll was sharp, pouring thick ink, writing quickly, tens of thousands of horses galloping on the paper, magnificent, and as momentum as rainbows

My snow-white body made me stunned. I didn't know whether to touch or see, or where to touch or where to see

White silk woven underwear is very thin, very close to the body. I don’t know if it’s shy, scared, or habitual, I close my slender legs tightly, my hips tightly, and my upper body shrinks into a ball.

Soon, a striking scar on my back attracted my attention. The scar was about four or five centimeters. It was slanted over the right shoulder strap. Although I didn't know what happened, my heart was in pain. It was a bit regretful. What a beautiful calligraphy, but it was damaged by silk.

I gently stroked it, pressed the scar on my fingertips, and noticed my actions. My delicate body tensed even more and was curious. I also wanted her to relax and said softly, "Why are you injured?"

After a while of silence, Zhang Ting seemed to have courage, and then she said softly: When she was seventeen years old, she was injured by a drunk gangster.

Slashed by a knife? The answer was a bit unexpected. Seeing that the wound was smooth, I wondered

I was sleeping under the bridge, and he wanted to rape me, so I grabbed the bottle he had put down and hit him. When I ran away, he picked up a long wooden strip and chased me, which was scratched by an iron nail. Zhang Ting's voice was trembling, and she seemed to be still afraid.

Even if I was not present, I could think of her helplessness at that time, afraid of some people who were angry to do such a thing that was worse than beasts, and some were angry that I was not present at that time, lowered my head as if I was compensated, and carefully kissed the scar.

She shrank, like a frightened little bird that didn't want her to be afraid of me. She reached out and gently held her arm, and gently pinched it in the wound like comforting. It was not until she spit out the breath she had been holding that I gently and slowly followed the scars and kissed her snow back and shoulder blades.

The delicate body gradually softened, the atmosphere slowly settled, and the underwear slipped away naturally, and we met frankly. She didn't turn around. I didn't force it. I held my slender waist, kissed her gently in the back groove, and kissed her buttocks until I felt that she was relaxed and no longer nervous. I kissed her shoulders and arms and turned to the front

I always wanted to see her reaction. When I saw it, I was stunned. She kissed the corner of her mouth as if she was afraid, frowned, and even closed her eyes tightly, and her hands were even more careful to protect her body.

Turn on the hot water and stand under the spray head. The water flows through her body, and water droplets float, and the skin becomes more rosy and shiny. The bathroom quickly surrounds the steam

Even so, she refused to open it. Looking at her in the fog and looking at her white body, I felt a sense of excitement in my heart, but still a trace of sin. I walked along my arm like atonement and kissed my fingertips slowly through touch. She seemed to know that I turned to the front. Every time I kissed, it would cause frown. When I sucked her fingertips one by one, my eyelashes trembled, but I still didn't dare to open my eyes.

The defense was opened by my gentleness. Even if I had seen it secretly, I still had it secretly. I still like her body very much. This time it was different. This time I was open and straightforward. I swam down her collarbone and touched her chest. When she was pink, she finally let go of her clenched lips, revealing her snow-white teeth, her little mouth slightly opened, and she spit out the heat.

Without too much stimulation, I wandered down my chest, avoiding the shameful sensitivity, slowly squatted down. My snow-white thighs kissed me all the way and kept splashing from her body, dripping on my head, and on my skin, it felt like water pearls, and she also had a faint body fragrance.

Kissing her knees, stretching her hand to support her calves, she could clearly feel it, maybe she guessed what I wanted to do, she was hesitant and dared not move, but I insisted on looking at her, and after a long stalemate, she raised her legs as if she was giving up, and in order to maintain balance, she held her hands on my head

Kissing her tender instep along her calf, I don't know if she was afraid of itch or my actions, her head slightly turned to one side and there was no nail polish on her hands. For some reason, her feet were coated with pink nail polish. The care was very carefully and beautifully applied. Perhaps most women cherish their little feet.

The moment my mouth touched my toes, she curled up her toes like a frightened look and grabbed my hair