Chapter 147 Dreamlike

I was traveling around Zhao's pregnant jade door, like a fleshy machine stick. I hope this is like a hedgehog-like spike on the stick, wow!

In this case, Zhao's pregnancy will definitely scream in pain!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing

Giving your son, why are you laughing at? It makes your sister-in-law happy even if you say it

At this time, Zhao Yaoyu, who was holding the tree trunk with both hands and sticking up his butt, heard my laughter, and turned around curiously to ask. Her eyes were confused, as if she had been fertilized too much.

I smiled badly and said to the truth: I was thinking just now that if my cock had thorns, I wonder if my sister-in-law would be able to bear it?

Bad stuff!

She gave me a bad look, looked at me with eyebrows for three seconds, and then laughed wildly, "You kid, you are thinking of something bad in your mind. Is it because your sister-in-law is crying in pain that you are satisfied!"

There is no Ah! I just said it casually, and I can't grow it either. If it really grows, it should be called a mace and can be used as a weapon.

I said with a smile while fucking in her cave

At this time, her body suddenly contracted and wrapped me tightly, making my movements no longer go smoothly, as if I had hit a reef.

Depend on!

This woman's lower plate is full of mountains and dangerous!

If you accidentally, you will be buried in her ocean. When you hear her giggle, how about you giving me a baby? Did you feel very comfortable just now?

I don't know when she started, but when she was having sex with me, she liked to say some ambiguous and explicit words. These words sound unpleasant, but in this situation, they can arouse the most essential beast desire of men.

Every time I enter, I have an arrogant momentum. For a man, sprinting in a woman's body, whether it is racing, trotting, or galloping like a wild horse, the feeling I gain is different. With her cooperation, I can't do it smoothly, so I can only be a tiger going down the mountain, rushing over with force, and rushing over...

After the war, my body seemed to have just been pushed off the operating table, and the whole system was in a state of paralysis. This woman's cave was too sinister, with eighteen bends of mountain roads and nine consecutive water roads. Fortunately, my guy was a little bigger. If he was small, he would be exhausted even if he was not drowned.

After feeding her greedy bugs, I was so sperm that I had to pay for my wife and soldiers. After we each picked up our pants, when we were separated, she said that she wanted to sit in the house for a while. I knew she was still curious whether there was any charm in my golden house?

She might have had a true love for me!

Only when a woman is in love will she be strict with the man she likes. She is just a romantic person, and love is just a play with her, but she obviously has a layer of alertness and extra care for me.

I pushed her away, my tone was quite gentle, and I said weakly: Sister-in-law, I am tired, and I want to sleep when I go back. This time, half of my life was sucked by your sperm, and now my bones all over my body seem to be falling apart.

In order to be more realistic, I deliberately oh a few times, and then rubbed my waist deliberately, looking like I was pregnant. I don’t know if she really believed it or didn’t want to expose me, but she raised her hand and slapped my head three times, and threw it away: OK, sister-in-law will not be difficult for you, you can go back early to rest! Have a good rest!

Her tone was so sarcastic that I was unsure of. Actually, I was too lazy to care about how she looked at me. Even in her eyes, I was just a piece of shit, and I wouldn't correct me and say that I was alone.

Looking at her leaving back, I sighed and thought, although I have never felt a slight relationship with her, at least she has spent many lonely nights with me physically. It can be said that after we comforted each other's body, we also inadvertently comforted each other's empty heart.

I returned to the house and saw the woman I picked up from the road lying on the bed gracefully. She faced inside, her butt facing outside, her two slender legs were slightly bent, and her white and dazzling feet overlapped brightly. This posture seemed to be waiting for the man to enter from behind her.

Why doesn’t she take off her clothes when she sleeps?

Are you afraid that I, a pervert, will invade her Peach Blossom Land in the middle of the night?

Thinking of this, I walked towards her by chance, my steps were very light, and I stretched out a hand and put it on her plump butt. I didn't dare to move at first. After confirming that she was sleeping, my palms spread out, wandered along the outline of her butt, and slowly groped.

My heart was already beating in my throat, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably, for fear that she would wake up suddenly, discover my dirty behavior, and then curse me over and over again. But it was precisely because of this anxiety that the movements on my hands stimulated every pore to go with the flow.

The light shone gently on her, setting off her graceful figure, like a dream, and the night in the countryside was surprisingly quiet, but the beating sound of my heart like a drum still rang out one after another. The process of a woman from having clothes to taking off her clothes made men bleeding the most, but if she opened her eyes and was lying here naked, maybe I wouldn't have that much motivation to touch her sneakily...