My hands seemed to be hit by the pervert's spell. I wanted to pull it away, I couldn't pull it away, I couldn't take it away, I couldn't help but roll and crawl on the woman's fertile buttocks, touching her two well-proportioned hemispheres, and then I slid down her mountain valley and wandered to her secret area
The climate there is like a tropical rainforest, with a warm breath and a humid warm current surging between my fingers. I really want to kidnap my heartbeat and let it settle down temporarily so that it will not jump out of its throat due to nervousness and excitement.
But I don’t have the ability, so I can only thrust my heartbeat and push my fragile defense line. Just touching the woman’s body through my clothes quickly made my greedy heart even more greedy
So my hand was obsessed with trying to put it into her pants. The process was very simple because she was wearing the kind of elastic trousers without having to wear a belt, which also gave me convenient conditions.
But a new problem has emerged. You should know that it is not easy to move freely with one hand in her limited pants space. And the worst thing is that she is still separated by her butt from a hundred thousand miles away. It becomes difficult to touch her tropical rainforest.
Damn, why is this woman so big? I can't even think about breaking the bridge across the river, but no matter how difficult it is, I'm so energetic and can't control it at this time, so I can only touch it with my teeth
I was afraid of waking her up, so I didn't dare to have too much movements. I could only do it lightly and sneakily. I thought about starting from her, but considering that she was leaning against her body and facing inside, it was not easy from the perspective.
However, when my huge project was only halfway through, her body suddenly moved, which made me sweat coldly. I quickly pulled my hand out of her pants. It didn't matter if I pulled my hand, it was too fast, and the elastic band that was stretched out hit her waist. I heard her cry out.
What are you doing?
She sat up from the bed and shouted at me in displeasure, looking straight at me, wishing she could spit out the fire and burn me to a simplicity.
No...why didn't you do! I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I wanted to cover you with a quilt, who...I accidentally pulled your pants
Because I was guilty, I stuttered when I spoke. Will she believe such a naive explanation? I dare not say it, but if there is an explanation, it is better than not!
Did you touch me while I was asleep? She obviously didn't believe my explanation and looked at me with a cold face, trying to see the clues in my eyes
You're overthinking! I smiled in disguise and said, Are you still wearing clothes? What can I do to you?
At this time, rhetorical question is the best way to answer
I'm thirsty, go and pour me a glass of water!
She didn't pursue it and ordered me to pour water. Did this woman be used to being served by others in her previous life, and she has become homeless in this life. She has repeatedly ordered me to do so.
I felt guilty about her first. Although I was unhappy, I still went there happily in my actions, just because I was kind to her and was happy to take care of her. Maybe I could have that one tonight. Anyway, she was thirsty and drank water. When I got to her later, I could drink milk when I was thirsty.
This is called giving something, and rewarding it
I turned around and went to the door room, poured a cup of hot water on the bedside table in front of her, then took off my shoes and socks and was about to go to bed, but she kicked me away and said: Who told you to bed? This bed is mine tonight, you are not allowed to sleep on it.
Depend on!
I’m not allowed to sleep on my bed. Could it be that I’ll let me hit the floor?
I have learned it now. This woman is not only Cixi's fate, but also Cixi's bad temper and unreasonable possessiveness.
Why? Why can't I sleep in the bed? This house only has this big bed. If I don't sleep on it, where do you let me sleep? I resisted unconvincedly
She pointed to a roll of mat placed in the corner of the wall and said mercifully: You can spread the mat on the ground and sleep, I'll give you a quilt.
Why? Why do I still have to sleep on the ground with my home and my bed? I don’t want it! The ground is too cold, so I want to sleep on the bed!
As I said that, I crawled into the bed with a stern face, and her feet began to kick me desperately...
Wow... The child was awakened by our noise. She gave me a angrily blank look, turned her head to pick up the child, then glared at me, and complained: It's all your fault! I woke up my child!
It’s all my fault. It’s obviously her. The Empress Dowager didn’t let me sleep in the bed. Now I’m still embarrassed to leave all my sins to me to recite. It’s so outrageous!
Taking advantage of the time she was coaxing the child, I quickly climbed onto the bed and reached the innermost position. She just coaxed the child and didn't care about my decision without permission. She just gave me a few glances, then carried me over, lifted my clothes, and started feeding the child.
I really want to see the scene of the child feeding. In fact, to put it bluntly, the most important thing is to see the woman. The body structure of a breastfeeding woman will have obvious changes, and this change makes men feel inexplicably moved.
I like the strong smell of milk emitted from her body, I like her motherly appearance when she holds the child, and even imagines her abundant body, and will definitely spray water when you press it!
The climate there is like a tropical rainforest, with a warm breath and a humid warm current surging between my fingers. I really want to kidnap my heartbeat and let it settle down temporarily so that it will not jump out of its throat due to nervousness and excitement.
But I don’t have the ability, so I can only thrust my heartbeat and push my fragile defense line. Just touching the woman’s body through my clothes quickly made my greedy heart even more greedy
So my hand was obsessed with trying to put it into her pants. The process was very simple because she was wearing the kind of elastic trousers without having to wear a belt, which also gave me convenient conditions.
But a new problem has emerged. You should know that it is not easy to move freely with one hand in her limited pants space. And the worst thing is that she is still separated by her butt from a hundred thousand miles away. It becomes difficult to touch her tropical rainforest.
Damn, why is this woman so big? I can't even think about breaking the bridge across the river, but no matter how difficult it is, I'm so energetic and can't control it at this time, so I can only touch it with my teeth
I was afraid of waking her up, so I didn't dare to have too much movements. I could only do it lightly and sneakily. I thought about starting from her, but considering that she was leaning against her body and facing inside, it was not easy from the perspective.
However, when my huge project was only halfway through, her body suddenly moved, which made me sweat coldly. I quickly pulled my hand out of her pants. It didn't matter if I pulled my hand, it was too fast, and the elastic band that was stretched out hit her waist. I heard her cry out.
What are you doing?
She sat up from the bed and shouted at me in displeasure, looking straight at me, wishing she could spit out the fire and burn me to a simplicity.
No...why didn't you do! I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I wanted to cover you with a quilt, who...I accidentally pulled your pants
Because I was guilty, I stuttered when I spoke. Will she believe such a naive explanation? I dare not say it, but if there is an explanation, it is better than not!
Did you touch me while I was asleep? She obviously didn't believe my explanation and looked at me with a cold face, trying to see the clues in my eyes
You're overthinking! I smiled in disguise and said, Are you still wearing clothes? What can I do to you?
At this time, rhetorical question is the best way to answer
I'm thirsty, go and pour me a glass of water!
She didn't pursue it and ordered me to pour water. Did this woman be used to being served by others in her previous life, and she has become homeless in this life. She has repeatedly ordered me to do so.
I felt guilty about her first. Although I was unhappy, I still went there happily in my actions, just because I was kind to her and was happy to take care of her. Maybe I could have that one tonight. Anyway, she was thirsty and drank water. When I got to her later, I could drink milk when I was thirsty.
This is called giving something, and rewarding it
I turned around and went to the door room, poured a cup of hot water on the bedside table in front of her, then took off my shoes and socks and was about to go to bed, but she kicked me away and said: Who told you to bed? This bed is mine tonight, you are not allowed to sleep on it.
Depend on!
I’m not allowed to sleep on my bed. Could it be that I’ll let me hit the floor?
I have learned it now. This woman is not only Cixi's fate, but also Cixi's bad temper and unreasonable possessiveness.
Why? Why can't I sleep in the bed? This house only has this big bed. If I don't sleep on it, where do you let me sleep? I resisted unconvincedly
She pointed to a roll of mat placed in the corner of the wall and said mercifully: You can spread the mat on the ground and sleep, I'll give you a quilt.
Why? Why do I still have to sleep on the ground with my home and my bed? I don’t want it! The ground is too cold, so I want to sleep on the bed!
As I said that, I crawled into the bed with a stern face, and her feet began to kick me desperately...
Wow... The child was awakened by our noise. She gave me a angrily blank look, turned her head to pick up the child, then glared at me, and complained: It's all your fault! I woke up my child!
It’s all my fault. It’s obviously her. The Empress Dowager didn’t let me sleep in the bed. Now I’m still embarrassed to leave all my sins to me to recite. It’s so outrageous!
Taking advantage of the time she was coaxing the child, I quickly climbed onto the bed and reached the innermost position. She just coaxed the child and didn't care about my decision without permission. She just gave me a few glances, then carried me over, lifted my clothes, and started feeding the child.
I really want to see the scene of the child feeding. In fact, to put it bluntly, the most important thing is to see the woman. The body structure of a breastfeeding woman will have obvious changes, and this change makes men feel inexplicably moved.
I like the strong smell of milk emitted from her body, I like her motherly appearance when she holds the child, and even imagines her abundant body, and will definitely spray water when you press it!
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