Chapter 33

The narrow labia minora completely gave up its first responsibility and opened to both sides with the labia majora.

But Pity's clitoris lost allies and could only face Lao Zhao's fire-breathing gaze alone, which was not inferior to his momentum. It was full of blood and stood upright, red and particularly conspicuous.

Lao Zhao only felt that the little thing that was almost completely protruded from the foreskin, swollen like a peanut, was so dazzling at the moment, and his public provocation to him was even more unbearable.

I had never noticed it before, so I became so lawless that I was now.

The erect desire pushed him to come over, plucked his lips and sucked hard on this little thing that needed punishment.

The pleasure suddenly rushed up from his lower body like an arrow. Zhou Xianghong was startled and pushed weakly on his shoulder with his hand: No!There is dirty!Big brother...Ah... She originally thought that Lao Zhao was just looking at it.

Although it was extremely shameful to completely expose her private organs to him like this, she would not refuse if he wanted to see it.

I never expected that he actually kissed there, which exceeded her psychological limit.

It’s not that I hate it, but that I just feel that it’s not clean, for fear of dirtying his mouth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I said half of a word, my whole body was defeated by the feeling coming from my clitoris.

There is the most abundant place for peripheral nerves. Without the protection of the foreskin, only the epidermis that is so delicate that it is almost like the mucosa.

The sucking of lips, the licking of tongue, and even the slight hot feeling of his stubble rubbing against his labia, intertwined into an indescribable roar, which burst out rapidly and violently in her mind, becoming more and more intense.

The clitoris that exceeded her normal size was stimulated to stand up even more and more erect, as if it was a shame that would be hidden in 50 years, traction of the nerves and blood in her body were constantly gathering into her lower body.

She subconsciously hunched her body slightly, and her remaining consciousness was shaking and trying to control her legs not to be tightly clamped. She hugged Lao Zhao's head with both hands, as if she wanted to stop it, but she pressed his mouth against her clitoris.

She had cleaned it before coming, and although it was summer, there was no odor at all.

Lao Zhao smelled the fresh smell of soap on her pubic hair, and kept sucking the small organ into her mouth with force, then rubbed it in circles with her tongue coating, and even gently knocked it on it with her teeth. What was received was Zhou Xianghong's gradually lost control and her trembling trembling all over her body.

He began to feel a little more smell in his mouth, slightly sour, with a strong feminine fragrance, and his lower lips gradually became lubricated.

Unlike his own saliva, the lubrication is more delicate, like applying a layer of oil to all contact positions.

He let go of his mouth and saw that Zhou Xianghong's vagina had completely opened, and the black and wrinkled edges and the crimson mucosa in the middle were shining with a crystal light.

That was the manifestation of her lust, the liquid secreted by her body instinctively.

He used his tongue to slowly slide through the gap from top to bottom until the edge of the chrysanthemum at the bottom slowly slide up again.

Zhou Xianghong got a chance to breathe, and at the same time felt another stimulation from the lower body, the urethra opening, vagina opening, and even the anus that was only a little short of it all tightened due to this stimulation.

She was like a fish that was out of water, seizing the opportunity to expand her chest, taking a deep breath with her voice, and just as she was about to breathe out, Lao Zhao grabbed her clitoris with another mouthful.

So this tone turned into a nearly tragic cry: Ah!... rushed out of his mouth.

She shivered, and her body began to be covered with small sweat that could be seen from the naked eye: I can't do it... I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I'm going to die...AhAhAhAh!... These words seemed to give Lao Zhao the motivation, making him ravage the little thing that was already swollen even more crazily.

So Zhou Xianghong finally couldn't hold on. She was defeated in this wave of offensive and twisted violently, making a crying cry.

Lao Zhao seemed to have no idea of ​​stopping, and was still trying to arch his head in between her clamped legs, but Zhou Xianghong was no longer able to bear the almost abuse of him just now.

Even the hot cheeks of Lao Zhao were pressed against the skin on the inner thighs at this moment, which made her feel dizzy.

All the strength in my body was just concentrated on my lower abdomen and legs, and then it dissipated completely with the climax.

She recovered from her dizziness, pushed Lao Zhao's head with her soft hands, and said tremblingly: Big brother... I can't do it anymore... You let me go... let me serve you... okay?

Lao Zhao finally raised his head from under her crotch, his eyes covered with blood.

This made her feel a little relieved.

But then he came up and took her nipples in her mouth.

The saliva mixed with vaginal fluid, which sticks to the areola and is particularly sticky and slippery.

The afterglow of the climax has not subsided yet, and her organs are particularly sensitive, so sucking almost killed her again.

She struggled to lift her upper body, hugged Lao Zhao and begged quietly, and finally pulled her nipples out of his mouth.

But the little thing in Pity was sucked and raised high, with the areola shrinking into a hard shape, and there was a lewd luster reflected on it.

She served Lao Zhao to turn over and lie down. Lao Zhao hugged her neck and refused to let go, so she had to make up and kiss him for a while, so she tasted the smell of her own vaginal fluid.

Lao Zhao relaxed a little, but his breathing was still rapid.

She kissed her gently along his chest, feeling every inch of his skin as hot as charcoal at this moment, burning her lips.

Until, her face stayed above the erect penis.

The glans is purple-red, and even darker in color, it is a little darker, full and swells tightly on the surface.

On the middle urethra opening, there is a small transparent liquid like water droplets, refracting the light coming in from the window.

Zhou Xianghong slowly held it with her hands, and the hands were as hot as charcoal. The hideous veins that twisted and grimly pulsated on its surface were pulsing vigorously.

She was secretly a little scared. When the two were together before, she had not carefully observed Lao Zhao's penis because of shyness.

But based on the feeling in memory, she concluded that Lao Zhao's condition is unusual today.

Zhou Xianghong raised her head slightly to look at Lao Zhao's face, who was looking at her with a desire and animal desire.

Maybe……

She decided to suppress the guess in her heart. When she said it out, it might affect his mood.

At the same time, she also understood the meaning in the gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth and slowly took it.

When Li Xiuling was giving her husband an oral massage at home, she peeked at her.

Although Li Xiuling never turned on the lights and she never saw the most critical scene in the crack of the door, the woman's natural intuition and understanding of sex still made her guess her daughter-in-law's behavior.

Zhou Xianghong knew that her daughter-in-law must have her reason for doing that.

Before today, she never thought that she would do similar actions, just under Lao Zhao's gaze.

Although she could vaguely see Li Xiuling's ups and downs at that time, she had no experience in how to use it.

It can be said that opening her mouth and sucking it was her subconscious action, and then she was stunned and her mind was blank.

But Lao Zhao couldn't wait.

He felt unusual warmth and softness, all-round moisturization, and the touch that acts on both mental and physiological aspects.

Instinct urged him to thrust, so his glans started to move in Zhou Xianghong's mouth.

She was startled and subconsciously grabbed the deadly guy with her hands, then recovered from the dullness, and at the same time she understood what he was expecting.

Holding her penis, she took a deep breath with her nose and slowly began to sway her head tentatively.

A feeling of humiliation emerged in her heart, which made her almost want to give up and quickly spit out the things in her mouth.

However, she finally suppressed her impulse and just clumsyly let her glans thrust slowly in her mouth.

Under the stimulation of the drug, Lao Zhao was completely immersed in this unprecedented experience, and even ignored the pain of her teeth constantly tracing her glans.

Men are roughly the same. As long as they try it, almost no one can resist the pleasure brought by oral sex.

A woman kneeling, sitting or lying under her crotch also has shyness or humiliation on her face, which forms a sharp contrast with her relaxation, calmness and enjoyment. What else can make a man satisfy his desires better than such a scene?

As a non-sexual organ in the actual sense, the mouth can not only enrich the touch of a man, but also form suppression of a woman, and even include a part of the insult.

This is possession, naked dominance, which is deeply loved by the people.

Although Lao Zhao's penis is average in size, it is strong and strong at this moment, like an iron rod, covered with a thin layer of soft skin on it.

Zhou Xianghong held it in her mouth, sucking it clumsyly, and was afraid that her teeth would hurt him. She tightened her lips in a contradictory manner while trying her best to open her mouth.

This causes the glans to be somewhat empty and unable to touch the edge when it penetrates deep.

Old Zhao shook his face with dissatisfaction. Zhou Xianghong felt that his glans almost hit her throat, and quickly stretched his tongue in her mouth to block it.

The tongue coating rubbed against the coronal groove and the lace, finally calming Lao Zhao's desire slightly.

But soon the feeling of emptiness came back, which made him start to move again involuntarily. Zhou Xianghong had to mobilize his tongue to resist. After repeated this several times, she finally touched some tricks and began to consciously slide on Lao Zhao's penis with her tongue.

The contradictory mouth shape cannot be maintained, and coupled with the movement of the tongue, there are obvious cracks at the corners of the mouth.

Swine began to flow out from there, constantly flowing down Lao Zhao's penis, making her hands and his pubic hair wet.

After a while, she began to feel her mouth, cheeks and tongue sore.

This job is indeed not something you can learn in one go, and Li Xiuling also thought about practicing for a long time.

Zhou Xianghong barely moved a few more times, but she couldn't hold on, so she raised her head, with helplessness and destiny in her eyes.

Although Lao Zhao was very powerful, he still had rationality and knew that she had tried her best.

This oral sex has already made him feel unprecedentedly satisfied.

But that's not enough, far from enough.

He wants to find the dignity of a man from her, make her scream, make her crazy, make her collapse, and completely sink into her own storm.

He leaned up, put one of Zhou Xianghong's back with one hand, picked up one of her nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard, slid down from her waist with the other hand, held it on her butt and pressed it up.

Zhou Xianghong obediently lay backwards, spreading his legs apart and supporting him on the bed.

Old Zhao lay on her and directly pushed her penis up.

Her lower body was already wet and slippery, and Lao Zhao's penis was erect again. He stuck on her urethra, and the glans broke through the labia majora, slid upwards, and rubbed her clitoris hard.

Zhou Xianghong snorted almost in pain, quickly reached out to grab his penis and aimed it at the entrance of his vagina. Before she could pull her hand back, Lao Zhao sank his waist down and rushed in viciously.

This is a real sprint, with no room for negotiation at all.

Lao Zhao only felt that his penis was like a boat full of sails, breaking through the waves and reaching the depths.

The waves surged up again, surrounding the penis layer by layer, warm and soft.

Zhou Xianghong only felt that his body seemed to be penetrated by Lao Zhao. The extremely brave and strong guy ignored the internal structure of his vagina and inserted it straight into it without any room for maneuvering, spreading all the corners deep in the long-term. The feeling that surged in an instant almost made people mistakenly think that his glans was pressing against his throat.

Her whole body was involuntarily tense, making a short sound mixed with pleasure and stimulation, but it sounded like a painful hum.

Old Zhao slightly adjusted his posture and calmly went in and out a few more times.

The saliva left by Zhou Xianghong on his pubic hair was stuck with the vaginal fluid squeezed out of her penis, completely wetting both of them.

Today is different from the past, Lao Zhao is immersed in desire and confidence.

Zhou Xianghong's frowning expression was so sexy and charming in his eyes, with blurred eyes, and the flushing and rapid breathing on his face seemed to encourage him to ravage her and destroy her.

He started like a pile driver, and he inserted it straight to the bottom of his penis, hitting the base of his penis on her labia majora, and then pulled out most of it, and the edge of the glans seemed to be trying to pull out the layered wrinkles in her body.

Zhou Xianghong was shocked and she could still bit her lips and endure it silently. She soon fell into the storm of pleasure, opened her mouth wide, and gradually increased the volume as Lao Zhao whispered in a low voice.

Her legs also began to fold up, and she bent her hands together, forming a lewd posture on both sides of Lao Zhao's body, with the soles of her feet facing the head of the bed, swaying rhythmically.

This posture gave Lao Zhao more space, and the upward slanted vagina also allowed him to penetrate Zhou Xianghong's body more easily.

Zhou Xianghong's vagina was like an overflowing well. He used his penis to continuously extract the vaginal fluid. It was pasted on the part where the two people were mingling, and some of the water was evaporated by the burning temperature of each other's organs.

Every time Lao Zhao pulled out his penis, he would pull out a few sticky water threads around him, and then he was heavily patted on Zhou Xianghong's labia majora, making a unique and not loud sound.

The crisp sound of the fat between the two of them slapped together, echoing rapidly and constantly in the room.

After a while, Zhou Xianghong felt a numb feeling coming from her lower body again.

Although Lao Zhao's penis had swollen to its limit, it still did not touch the deepest part of her vagina.

But that was enough. That rude guy made her feel vaguely full today, which was something she had never seen before.

What's more, Lao Zhao Sheng was still for a long time at this time. Zhou Xianghong's legs were wide open and Chenghuan's posture exposed her vulva too much, so that every impact of Lao Zhao caused a lot of stimulation to her clitoris.

Although she had pubic hair as a buffer, she still had the illusion that she seemed to be hitting her heart.

Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling in her whole body seemed to be concentrating on her lower body. There seemed to be a nest of ants crawling around in her vagina. As Lao Zhao advanced, she was dispersed again and again, but she quickly made a comeback and became even worse.

The clitoris has become a generator, and each impact will trigger a powerful current, piercing straight into the heart like a substance, sharp as a needle, circling and repeating.

She could no longer control her emotions, but just pulled her legs hard and screamed.

The screams failed to recall Lao Zhao's rationality, but further encouraged his desire and his movements became more and more forceful.

After all, his age was there. He was already panting like a cow at this time, but he still gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he worked hard to cultivate Zhou Xianghong's body.

Both of them were covered in sweat, as if they were covered in oil.

Lao Zhao adjusted the center of gravity of his body, continued to support the bed with one hand, but moved his other hand to grab one of her breasts.

The full baby was radiant and rippling with Lao Zhao's rhythm. After being caught, he still refused to surrender and used his sweat to slid in Lao Zhao's hands.

All the sensitive organs were lost, and the tide came from the whole body at the same time, as if it would never stop.

Zhou Xianghong finally couldn't resist it, and all her will collapsed in an instant and was fragmented.

She hugged Lao Zhao's shoulders suddenly, as if she wanted to make the two of them integrate, her breasts were squeezed into a flat shape that was unimaginable at all.

However, Zhou Xianghong could no longer feel the dull pain caused by the squeeze. She was opening her eyes wide, but she was just unconscious, her eyes were distracted, her mouth was wide open, and she made a chaotic but high-pitched, random but emotional shout, almost crying.

The toes stretched in the air suddenly opened and then curled up tightly again, and their thighs were pinched against Lao Zhao's waist, and their whole body began to tremble in tension.

This was an unusual orgasm, tearing off all her suppressed and shy reserve, revealing the most fundamental desire and greed of a woman of her age for sex.

Lao Zhao was so hugged that he could hardly move, but he tried his best to continue moving his lower body, but the pace was much slower.

He only felt that the usually tender and smooth folds deep in her vagina were now wrapped around her penis, forming a tight state.

The vaginal opening clamped the penis tightly, as if trying hard to stop him.

At this moment, the two seemed to be fighting, and Zhou Xianghong was obviously weak, and Lao Zhao's movements were slow but still firm.

This forced her to reach her peak again and again, and her vagina experienced convulsions and numbness repeatedly as the thrusting of his penis was thrusting.

The climaxes surged up one after another. She continued to feel unconsciously, and the humming sounds from her mouth were like a colorful and light streamer, constantly rolling out various ups and downs in the air.

The afterglow that was enough to match the climax lasted for about twenty seconds before gradually falling back. Then she took a breath from her throat, Ah!... With a sound, he gradually came to his senses. He felt as if he had been lost for a long time. His whole body was as soft as a ball of mud, his arms and legs were drooping, and he was holding the bed with weak power.

However, Lao Zhao has not stopped yet.

The tide that gushed out from her vagina was like glue in the place where the two of them had sex. As he moved, he made a strange croaking sound, and his pubic hair and labia majora felt a vague pain of being pulled.

His physical strength has reached its limit, but his desire is getting stronger and stronger, burning his reason to burn out.

Wherever my eyes were, there was even a faint red color, and my temples were banging, and there seemed to be a huge drum in my chest, shaking my eardrums constantly roaring.

He had no other thoughts, and his mind was completely occupied by an idea. He used his man's strengths to bully the woman under him, making her more delicate, sad, and more painful.