When Yang Xueyao first met Shangguan Rongqin, she was only ten years old, at the age of curiosity, she blinked her moist and round eyes and looked at the young man standing tall in front of her in a blue shirt. She thought of the green lotus she saw in her mother's room the day before yesterday. It was simple and beautiful, which made her feel close to her.
She stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, and called his brother timidly. He smiled faintly. His smile was more comfortable than the warm spring sun. He picked her up and pinched her round little face. Her cheeks flushed in an instant. Everyone thought he was too hard. He smiled but solemnly apologized to her. No one knew that it was her initial shyness and thoughts.
Since then, when Shangguan Rongqin came, she has been pestering him in different ways, playing chess, painting, and writing poetry. Shangguan Rongqin has a very good temperament and will accompany her as long as she is free. Yang Xueyao's small figure always follows him, talking about the world, asking questions about his future, and he is not tired of it. He listens carefully and answers one by one.
In this way, Yang Xueyao spent four years happily with the company of Shangguan Rongqin, growing from a young girl to a young girl with a charming appearance. Those unclear thoughts were brewed into a love affair by her precocious wise.
It was also in that year that Shangguan Rongqin got married. As the eldest son and grandson of the upper-class and powerful family, his wedding caused a sensation in the capital. When Yang Xueyao learned the news, she felt like she was hit by lightning, with a pale face, and she didn't eat or drink, and sat in the mansion for a whole day.
After that, Shangguan Rongqin rarely came to the palace again. Yang Xueyao seemed to be no different from the past, but she was more arrogant and more ostentatious. Yang Minyuan was busy with official business, so he naturally didn't care much.
When she arrived at Ji Yan, the person who came to the door to say she had a kiss also broke the threshold, and she was all retreated one by one by one. No one knew what she was thinking. Yang Minyuan vaguely knew about her daughter's concern, so she could only sigh.
The next year, Yang Minyuan's original wife, Yang Xueyao's mother who was lingering in sick all day long passed away. Shangguan Rongqin came to pay his respects. He was hugged by Yang Xueyao and hugged him on his shoulder and cried to tears. Shangguan Rongqin knew that she was sad and pity her young. She stayed in the palace for a few days and comforted her when she had time. She didn't leave until the day the princess was in funeral. Yang Xueyao's emotions gradually stabilized.
After that, Shangguan Rongqin did not appear again. Yang Xueyao became more perverted and arrogant. She often beat and scolded the servants in the mansion, making everyone feel like they had seen the Living King of Hell, and they were afraid of avoiding it until a young guard named Su Yuzhe appeared.
Su Yuzhe was the newly summoned guard of the royal palace that year. He was twenty years old, handsome and tall, and looked like Shangguan Rongqin. Yang Xueyao was attracted to him as a personal guard. After a while, the two of them fell in love with each other on the bed.
Su Yuzhe was naked, revealing his strong body, and his wheat-colored skin was seductive. He hugged Yang Xueyao's slender waist tightly, held a delicate breast in his mouth, and shook his crotch hard, shouting in succession: Princess, Princess... Every time he hits, he is more ruthless than the other.
Yang Xueyao's hair was scattered, her eyes were closed, her thighs were wrapped around the man's waist, and she arched her body, allowing the dragon to push her to the depths of her corridor to grind, and gasped: No, don't call me like this, learn from him, learn from him quickly... The palms were tightly clasped against the man's strong and naked buttocks, and her voice was delicate, as if she was crying and moaning.
Su Yuzhe naturally knew what she meant. He bit her bright red breasts hard, moved his lips to her ears, and said in a low voice: Yaoyao, Yaoyao, brother, how comfortable you are insulted?
It was when Yang Xueyao was still young. Shangguan Rongqin called her nickname. The two words Yaoyao were called by him, and they were soft and shallow, like the most beautiful song.
Yang Xueyao's lips raised up, her hips raised high to cater to the man's rhythm. Brother, hurry up, deeper... Yaoyao feels so comfortable, Ah, Ah, Ah...
As the climax approached, Su Yuzhe couldn't help but pull out the purple-red thick and long male root from her flesh hole. The red and bright mèi meat turned outward. Yang Xueyao gasped and begged dissatisfied: Good brother, hurry up, give it to Yaoyao quickly
Su Yuzhe asked her to lie on the bed railing, her elbows tightly cling to her waist, her fingertips played with her berry-sized breast tips, exerting force under her body, and her big cock suddenly pushed into her already slippery and muddy pussy.
Ah... Brother is so awesome... She swayed her hips, and her whole body was trembling with excitement. The cock was hot and long, as hard as an iron rod, stirring in her meme, and the tip of her breasts was played with by slightly rough fingers. Her pussy began to contract uncontrollably
Su Yuzhe took her sensitive auricle behind her, deliberately blew into her ears, and said: Yaoyao's pussy is so good at biting, and my brother can't help it.
Yang Xueyao shook her head and said in a daze: Brother, don’t bear it, shoot it in Yaoyao, give it to Yaoyao. After saying that, his body trembled, and his hands tightly grasped the curtain at the head of the bed.
Su Yuzhe could no longer help it. As soon as the sperm opened, the thick white semen was poured into Yang Xueyao's uterus.
The two of them hugged and panted. Yang Xueyao's body gradually became cold. She pushed the man behind her away and said calmly: Take a bath with me later and get out all the things you shot in.
Su Yuzhe's eyes darkened, he picked her up and walked towards the bathhouse behind the room.
She stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, and called his brother timidly. He smiled faintly. His smile was more comfortable than the warm spring sun. He picked her up and pinched her round little face. Her cheeks flushed in an instant. Everyone thought he was too hard. He smiled but solemnly apologized to her. No one knew that it was her initial shyness and thoughts.
Since then, when Shangguan Rongqin came, she has been pestering him in different ways, playing chess, painting, and writing poetry. Shangguan Rongqin has a very good temperament and will accompany her as long as she is free. Yang Xueyao's small figure always follows him, talking about the world, asking questions about his future, and he is not tired of it. He listens carefully and answers one by one.
In this way, Yang Xueyao spent four years happily with the company of Shangguan Rongqin, growing from a young girl to a young girl with a charming appearance. Those unclear thoughts were brewed into a love affair by her precocious wise.
It was also in that year that Shangguan Rongqin got married. As the eldest son and grandson of the upper-class and powerful family, his wedding caused a sensation in the capital. When Yang Xueyao learned the news, she felt like she was hit by lightning, with a pale face, and she didn't eat or drink, and sat in the mansion for a whole day.
After that, Shangguan Rongqin rarely came to the palace again. Yang Xueyao seemed to be no different from the past, but she was more arrogant and more ostentatious. Yang Minyuan was busy with official business, so he naturally didn't care much.
When she arrived at Ji Yan, the person who came to the door to say she had a kiss also broke the threshold, and she was all retreated one by one by one. No one knew what she was thinking. Yang Minyuan vaguely knew about her daughter's concern, so she could only sigh.
The next year, Yang Minyuan's original wife, Yang Xueyao's mother who was lingering in sick all day long passed away. Shangguan Rongqin came to pay his respects. He was hugged by Yang Xueyao and hugged him on his shoulder and cried to tears. Shangguan Rongqin knew that she was sad and pity her young. She stayed in the palace for a few days and comforted her when she had time. She didn't leave until the day the princess was in funeral. Yang Xueyao's emotions gradually stabilized.
After that, Shangguan Rongqin did not appear again. Yang Xueyao became more perverted and arrogant. She often beat and scolded the servants in the mansion, making everyone feel like they had seen the Living King of Hell, and they were afraid of avoiding it until a young guard named Su Yuzhe appeared.
Su Yuzhe was the newly summoned guard of the royal palace that year. He was twenty years old, handsome and tall, and looked like Shangguan Rongqin. Yang Xueyao was attracted to him as a personal guard. After a while, the two of them fell in love with each other on the bed.
Su Yuzhe was naked, revealing his strong body, and his wheat-colored skin was seductive. He hugged Yang Xueyao's slender waist tightly, held a delicate breast in his mouth, and shook his crotch hard, shouting in succession: Princess, Princess... Every time he hits, he is more ruthless than the other.
Yang Xueyao's hair was scattered, her eyes were closed, her thighs were wrapped around the man's waist, and she arched her body, allowing the dragon to push her to the depths of her corridor to grind, and gasped: No, don't call me like this, learn from him, learn from him quickly... The palms were tightly clasped against the man's strong and naked buttocks, and her voice was delicate, as if she was crying and moaning.
Su Yuzhe naturally knew what she meant. He bit her bright red breasts hard, moved his lips to her ears, and said in a low voice: Yaoyao, Yaoyao, brother, how comfortable you are insulted?
It was when Yang Xueyao was still young. Shangguan Rongqin called her nickname. The two words Yaoyao were called by him, and they were soft and shallow, like the most beautiful song.
Yang Xueyao's lips raised up, her hips raised high to cater to the man's rhythm. Brother, hurry up, deeper... Yaoyao feels so comfortable, Ah, Ah, Ah...
As the climax approached, Su Yuzhe couldn't help but pull out the purple-red thick and long male root from her flesh hole. The red and bright mèi meat turned outward. Yang Xueyao gasped and begged dissatisfied: Good brother, hurry up, give it to Yaoyao quickly
Su Yuzhe asked her to lie on the bed railing, her elbows tightly cling to her waist, her fingertips played with her berry-sized breast tips, exerting force under her body, and her big cock suddenly pushed into her already slippery and muddy pussy.
Ah... Brother is so awesome... She swayed her hips, and her whole body was trembling with excitement. The cock was hot and long, as hard as an iron rod, stirring in her meme, and the tip of her breasts was played with by slightly rough fingers. Her pussy began to contract uncontrollably
Su Yuzhe took her sensitive auricle behind her, deliberately blew into her ears, and said: Yaoyao's pussy is so good at biting, and my brother can't help it.
Yang Xueyao shook her head and said in a daze: Brother, don’t bear it, shoot it in Yaoyao, give it to Yaoyao. After saying that, his body trembled, and his hands tightly grasped the curtain at the head of the bed.
Su Yuzhe could no longer help it. As soon as the sperm opened, the thick white semen was poured into Yang Xueyao's uterus.
The two of them hugged and panted. Yang Xueyao's body gradually became cold. She pushed the man behind her away and said calmly: Take a bath with me later and get out all the things you shot in.
Su Yuzhe's eyes darkened, he picked her up and walked towards the bathhouse behind the room.
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