The master said that the punishment expected is not punishment.
But Caesar still stood up with Chen Sirong.
Grace, please stand up straight and support your hands on the sofa.
A more shameful action than OTK.
Chen Sirong's cheeks and behind his ears were instantly burned.
She stood facing the sofa, her legs straightened.Then, the shoulders and backs fell down on the low sofa with their arms.
The shirt lost its effect of covering in an instant, and her buttocks were bent high and unconcealedly from the highest point of her body.
Chen Sirong did not wear underwear, and this movement made her legs slightly uncontrollably spread, along with her labia.
The voice trembled slightly, and the excitement just now turned into an unknown panic in an instant: Master...
Of course, Caesar knew what Chen Sirong was looking forward to.
She was looking forward to the OTK full of tenderness and solemnity as the first time, she looked forward to lying on her master's knees, she looked forward to pressing her master's body tightly.
However, the expected punishment is not punishment.
In the bright living room, Caesar saw the slight bend of Chen Sirong's legs.
She was not used to this position, so her legs were bent slightly, trying to tell her labia not to be so wide.
The hanging belt became a hindrance. He pulled out the belt with one hand, folded it, and placed it at the hand where Chen Sirong was lying on the sofa.
The white legs then trembled slightly visible to the naked eye.
He, Chen, Si, Rong.
At this moment, these five words were clearly played in Caesar's heart.
He, Chen, Si, Rong.
More powerful magic than any aphrodisiac.
His slightly trembling legs and his hands that would never resist.
The penis had long been hard to its limit again, but Caesar was still watching his Chen Sirong carefully, slowly, and greedily.
Because of the posture, the white shirt is stacked loosely around the waist.
Caesar raised his hand gently and touched Chen Sirong's waist.
No longer just seeing her trembling from the naked eye, my palms are fully felt at this moment.
In a specific scene, he and Chen Sirong are immersed in their respective identities again. He is her master and she will not violate any of his orders.
A thin waist with a wide palm impacted the visually excellent appearance. Caesar lingered his eyes and his palm slowly moved down.
The soft, round buttocks are supported at the highest point of the body.
Unreserved and uncovered.
Caesar's palm contracted slightly, leaving behind fleeting bright red palm prints.
But he didn't drop his slap, but just continued to go down.
Come to the inner side of her sensitive thighs, flip your palms, and gently rub her legs back and forth with the back of her middle and index fingers.
The faint touch seemed to be scratching the surface through the shoe, and Chen Sirong couldn't help but groan.
With his fingers coming to her knees, Caesar patted him gently and said:
Grace, please spread your legs and stand straight.
Her slender fingers clutched on the sofa, but her legs were stretched tightly as he said, and then separated.
Grace, please separate a little longer.
His words were still calm and restrained, but Chen Sirong was so shy that he could not breathe.
Too much, too shameful.
She split the pieces bit by bit, and the master asked again over and over again.
He was extremely patient until Chen Sirong couldn't tell the difference.
The air was slightly cool, and Chen Sirong's body gently wrapped.
Of course, it also includes the pair of labia that are forced to open to their maximum and are in full contact with the air.
Chen Sirong couldn't bear to shrink it, but it was more like seducing it.
Her soft and rosy labia open from time to time, and when she just had an oral sex for the master, she was also very moved.
Caesar pressed Chen Sirong's buttocks with both hands. He kneaded them hard, and then rubbed them hard to both sides.
Bright red, wet, and large vagina.
It's like an oval, bottomless deep hole of desire.
The entrance of the cave is shrinking and expanding violently, and it is hard to tell whether it is nervous or expectant.
The master just looked at it like this.
The master just looked at it like this.
But this is more crazy than any touch or thrust.
She couldn't see her master's movements and expressions, but she knew very clearly that her master was staring at her vagina.
Her buttocks were pushed to both sides at the maximum limit, and her wet labia brought a stimulating coolness due to the evaporation.
But the owner did not touch any of them.
He just stared, as if he wanted to see her completely.
The gaze passed through the vagina, through the lower abdomen, through the breasts, and to the heart.
Chen Sirong felt dizzy and completely out of control of his body.
The opening and opening of the labia becomes a conditioned reflex.
But it was empty and couldn't absorb anything.
No matter how hard it is to carry such high-intensity gaze, Chen Sirong's voice was like a vagina, wet:
Master...you...she wants to consider her words, but there is no more rationality? Are you looking at my labia?
Yes, Grace.I'm looking at your labia.The owner's voice was still steady and gentle.
But it turned into another extreme erotic.
Chen Sirong's cheeks were red and her body was red.
She didn't feel that she could not show her labia to her master, of course it was OK.
However, the master has watched it for so long.
It's like watching a work of art.
And this idea made Chen Sirong feel panicked.
She began to recall what her labia looked like, she began to panic whether her labia was beautiful and beautiful, and she began to become unconfident.
Master... Chen Sirong's voice was like strawberry juice kneaded by her fingers, sticking to thick. Why did you... look at it for so long?
The heartbeat lost its rhythm, and the breathing burned until your lips were spread apart.
The owner's attention seemed to fall back to Chen Sirong's voice at this time.
Don't you want me to look at your labia, Grace?
Chen Sirong held her breath: ...No, no, master...I just...I'm just worried that it's not beautiful enough...
Caesar looked at his Grace quietly.
After a moment, he stretched out his finger.
Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, merge.
Slowly circle her wet labia.
Grace, do you know?Caesar looked at Chen Sirong's tense shoulders and said slowly,
Your labia after being congested and moistened are like a slowly blooming rose.
But Caesar still stood up with Chen Sirong.
Grace, please stand up straight and support your hands on the sofa.
A more shameful action than OTK.
Chen Sirong's cheeks and behind his ears were instantly burned.
She stood facing the sofa, her legs straightened.Then, the shoulders and backs fell down on the low sofa with their arms.
The shirt lost its effect of covering in an instant, and her buttocks were bent high and unconcealedly from the highest point of her body.
Chen Sirong did not wear underwear, and this movement made her legs slightly uncontrollably spread, along with her labia.
The voice trembled slightly, and the excitement just now turned into an unknown panic in an instant: Master...
Of course, Caesar knew what Chen Sirong was looking forward to.
She was looking forward to the OTK full of tenderness and solemnity as the first time, she looked forward to lying on her master's knees, she looked forward to pressing her master's body tightly.
However, the expected punishment is not punishment.
In the bright living room, Caesar saw the slight bend of Chen Sirong's legs.
She was not used to this position, so her legs were bent slightly, trying to tell her labia not to be so wide.
The hanging belt became a hindrance. He pulled out the belt with one hand, folded it, and placed it at the hand where Chen Sirong was lying on the sofa.
The white legs then trembled slightly visible to the naked eye.
He, Chen, Si, Rong.
At this moment, these five words were clearly played in Caesar's heart.
He, Chen, Si, Rong.
More powerful magic than any aphrodisiac.
His slightly trembling legs and his hands that would never resist.
The penis had long been hard to its limit again, but Caesar was still watching his Chen Sirong carefully, slowly, and greedily.
Because of the posture, the white shirt is stacked loosely around the waist.
Caesar raised his hand gently and touched Chen Sirong's waist.
No longer just seeing her trembling from the naked eye, my palms are fully felt at this moment.
In a specific scene, he and Chen Sirong are immersed in their respective identities again. He is her master and she will not violate any of his orders.
A thin waist with a wide palm impacted the visually excellent appearance. Caesar lingered his eyes and his palm slowly moved down.
The soft, round buttocks are supported at the highest point of the body.
Unreserved and uncovered.
Caesar's palm contracted slightly, leaving behind fleeting bright red palm prints.
But he didn't drop his slap, but just continued to go down.
Come to the inner side of her sensitive thighs, flip your palms, and gently rub her legs back and forth with the back of her middle and index fingers.
The faint touch seemed to be scratching the surface through the shoe, and Chen Sirong couldn't help but groan.
With his fingers coming to her knees, Caesar patted him gently and said:
Grace, please spread your legs and stand straight.
Her slender fingers clutched on the sofa, but her legs were stretched tightly as he said, and then separated.
Grace, please separate a little longer.
His words were still calm and restrained, but Chen Sirong was so shy that he could not breathe.
Too much, too shameful.
She split the pieces bit by bit, and the master asked again over and over again.
He was extremely patient until Chen Sirong couldn't tell the difference.
The air was slightly cool, and Chen Sirong's body gently wrapped.
Of course, it also includes the pair of labia that are forced to open to their maximum and are in full contact with the air.
Chen Sirong couldn't bear to shrink it, but it was more like seducing it.
Her soft and rosy labia open from time to time, and when she just had an oral sex for the master, she was also very moved.
Caesar pressed Chen Sirong's buttocks with both hands. He kneaded them hard, and then rubbed them hard to both sides.
Bright red, wet, and large vagina.
It's like an oval, bottomless deep hole of desire.
The entrance of the cave is shrinking and expanding violently, and it is hard to tell whether it is nervous or expectant.
The master just looked at it like this.
The master just looked at it like this.
But this is more crazy than any touch or thrust.
She couldn't see her master's movements and expressions, but she knew very clearly that her master was staring at her vagina.
Her buttocks were pushed to both sides at the maximum limit, and her wet labia brought a stimulating coolness due to the evaporation.
But the owner did not touch any of them.
He just stared, as if he wanted to see her completely.
The gaze passed through the vagina, through the lower abdomen, through the breasts, and to the heart.
Chen Sirong felt dizzy and completely out of control of his body.
The opening and opening of the labia becomes a conditioned reflex.
But it was empty and couldn't absorb anything.
No matter how hard it is to carry such high-intensity gaze, Chen Sirong's voice was like a vagina, wet:
Master...you...she wants to consider her words, but there is no more rationality? Are you looking at my labia?
Yes, Grace.I'm looking at your labia.The owner's voice was still steady and gentle.
But it turned into another extreme erotic.
Chen Sirong's cheeks were red and her body was red.
She didn't feel that she could not show her labia to her master, of course it was OK.
However, the master has watched it for so long.
It's like watching a work of art.
And this idea made Chen Sirong feel panicked.
She began to recall what her labia looked like, she began to panic whether her labia was beautiful and beautiful, and she began to become unconfident.
Master... Chen Sirong's voice was like strawberry juice kneaded by her fingers, sticking to thick. Why did you... look at it for so long?
The heartbeat lost its rhythm, and the breathing burned until your lips were spread apart.
The owner's attention seemed to fall back to Chen Sirong's voice at this time.
Don't you want me to look at your labia, Grace?
Chen Sirong held her breath: ...No, no, master...I just...I'm just worried that it's not beautiful enough...
Caesar looked at his Grace quietly.
After a moment, he stretched out his finger.
Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, merge.
Slowly circle her wet labia.
Grace, do you know?Caesar looked at Chen Sirong's tense shoulders and said slowly,
Your labia after being congested and moistened are like a slowly blooming rose.
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