Chapter 71: Fried

You can smell the wet and green smell of plants and trees on your nose. Before the evening, it might have been a light rain here.

Therefore, summer nights are not stuffy and cool with suitable temperatures.

The skin is stained with a thin layer of water vapor, and the wind blows it, which also brings a numb and refreshing feeling.

Especially the thighs and buttocks that are rarely exposed to empty environments.

For a moment, Chen Sirong felt that she had stood back to the balcony facing the sea, and the wet sea breeze wrapped around her wet.

And there was only darkness in front of her.

The master took off his tie and wrapped it around her eyes.

Return to their initial appearance, with no separation or grudges between their hearts.

At this moment, Chen Sirong was standing naked in the trunk, and the breeze gently blew her skin, which easily caused a large area of ​​tremor.

She was a little drunk, but she wouldn't know where she was standing now.

The huge park is definitely not a safe and secret place, but it’s too late now, and there are indeed not so many people.

What's more, the owner parked the car in a relatively dark place.

Worry and stimulation took turns to fight, Chen Sirong's heart was pounding, and his urge to urinate became more and more obvious.

In public places, some private behaviors that only two people know are strongly given great excitement and excitement. Chen Sirong certainly knows this, otherwise he would not have been vacuumed during the party.

But that kind of scale is a scale that Chen Sirong can easily grasp in his hands and not worry about, and at this moment...

She stood in a strange park, wondering if there would be someone passing by this park at night, wondering if there were cameras nearby, and wondering what the owner would do, not to mention that her urge and desire seemed to be beginning to mix and it was difficult to distinguish each other...

The heart was beating in the chest, and Chen Sirong couldn't tell whether he was worried or excited. His legs were bent slightly unconsciously, wanting to lean more into the car, but he noticed that one hand gently touched her thigh.

The master came behind her.

Grace, please stand straight and spread your legs as you did on the sofa last time.

The owner's voice became very low and slow.

Chen Sirong could hardly move her body, and she was still a little worried.

Master...will there be someone...

Of course there is this possibility.The master said indifferently.

Chen Sirong's arms, which were standing in the trunk, also trembled, but in the next second, he received a strong slap on his buttocks.

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet park at night, and Chen Sirong screamed unexpectedly.

The owner said calmly: Just like here, if you make a sound, you will attract people.

Chen Sirong's thoughts were almost stunned by the slap.

Her eyes were blindfolded and she lost the ability to look around her carefully.

I didn't realize it would be like this when I got off the bus, so I didn't look much.

Now it is impossible to carefully observe the surrounding areas to determine the level of danger.

Everything is in the hands of the master.

Everything about Chen Sirong was under control.

This thought instantly made Chen Sirong's whole body numb, and excitement and stimulation gained the upper hand at this moment. Chen Sirong thought that she must be very wet.

The legs are naturally spread and straightened.

The flowing evening breeze outside blew through her wet labia, bringing a more distinct tremor than when she was at home last time.

But suddenly there was a rustling sound in my ears.

Chen Sirong was shocked, and immediately merged his legs and leaned towards the edge of the carriage, but was locked by the owner's big hand the next second.

I heard someone’s voice!Chen Sirong was so shocked that she trembled all over and shouted in a low voice, but she heard the sound ringing again.

Is it this sound, Grace?

Chen Sirong's body had not yet responded in horror. She listened intently and realized that the sound actually came from behind her.

Master...yes...

It's the sound of wet wipes.

Chen Sirong's heart fell back.

Grace, the master does not allow you to avoid it.Caesar said coldly.

Chen Sirong's mouth and tongue were dry, and she slowly returned to her original position.

The palms that stroked her buttocks again had a slight cool and wet feeling. It turned out that the master was cleaning his fingers...

When my thoughts thought of this, my ears were almost red and bloody.

Chen Sirong was pressed hard for the next ten slaps, which was the punishment her master avoided.

But she gritted her teeth and made no sound.

When the evening breeze blows on the hot butt again, it also brings a different feeling.

It was cold and hot, as if it was also a reflection of her mood.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and Chen Sirong seemed to have forgotten where she was. Perhaps because her master was around her, she knew that her master would definitely protect her.

The tight-knitted mind was no longer so vigilant, and the attention began to shift to the master.

Her skirt was tired of her waist like a pile of snow, revealing her extremely erotic buttocks and lower body.

The owner slowly and regularly slapped Chen Sirong's buttocks fifty times left and right.

The strength is not small, but time brings a buffer for pain.

In the quiet park, the sound of plants and trees shaking from time to time came, and Chen Sirong's rationality could no longer distinguish whether it was blown by the wind or someone passed by.

Her urge to urine was temporarily paralyzed, and all her energy was on the palm of her hand one by one.

The master seemed to be doing it intentionally. He used to like dense and rapid slaps, but today he would fall down one by one slowly and loudly one by one.

If you want to deliberately create an opportunity to be discovered, it is like deliberately trying to extend Chen Sirong's fear and excitement.

My legs were soft and numb in the slap one by one, and I wanted to bend them.But it also straightened again with the silent warning of the owner increasing his strength again and again.

It's really...too too exciting.

Chen Sirong noticed that a slightly cool, thin liquid slowly slid down his thighs.

Master... must have seen it too...

Chen Sirong couldn't help but moaned with shame.

The master's slap stopped.

When Chen Sirong tried her best to shrink her labia and wanted to restrain the liquid she was flowing down, her buttocks were separated by her master.

The labia were still twitching, like wet roses.

More air flowed in, and Chen Sirong's tightly clenched lips also broke the suffocation edge, making an unsuppressible sound.

The master gently stroked her labia.

The fingers were in and out, floating and out, as if walking through a stream with abundant water.

Then, there was her little clitoris.

Knead, pull, press, and grind.

His snow-white body seemed to have been found a switch, and Chen Sirong twisted himself in control.

But the master seemed to be happy, stimulating her clitoris again and again, causing her to make various sounds without giving her any substantial orgasm.

Chen Sirong fell down in the dissatisfaction of desire again and again, and also amplified his voice again and again.

The master stopped and said: Grace, you should whisper.Someone seemed to have walked by here just now.

But such words do not have the effect of calming down. Chen Sirong has long been trapped in the trap of lust, and will only shake his butt and say to his master in a confused and infatuated way:

Master... Grace wants...

The master let go of his hands that touched her skin.

He asked slowly: Grace, sorry, your voice is too small, I didn't hear it clearly just now.

How could he not know that the owner did it on purpose? But Chen Sirong stretched out his hand back and could not touch the owner.

The voice was almost crying, and his butt was raised high.

Master... Please insert Grace.

Grace, sorry, your voice is too low.

As the skirt twisted, all the skirts were piled near their shoulders, and some of the sounds of Chen Sirong buried.

My body was so numb that it would collapse in the next second, so Chen Sirong didn't care about so much.The skirt was unconsciously taken off by myself, and the only sound was still clear:

Master, please...please insert Grace.

The speed of pressing Chen Sirong's back waist with his palm was so fast that Chen Sirong caught him off guard, and his labia were pushed hard. Chen Sirong thought that three fingers would come in first.

But not.

The hard and hot top was tightly stuck to the outer end of the vagina, and Chen Sirong screamed in disgust.

She was so wet, but the owner could only barely enter the top small part.

But the owner's big hand tightly stuck Chen Sirong's body that wanted to move forward and escape, and his penis pushed in again.

Chen Sifu's head and neck were out of control and rose up.

As the master stepped in and tried again and again, her body trembled again and again.

But the master did not give her any chance to escape.

The other big hand kept pressing on her buttocks, pinching her buttocks with her palms and spreading them out hard, as if she wanted to use external force to expand her vagina again.

The penis was tightly stuck on the head, but the owner did not enter hard, but stayed in place and began to thrust and expand very shallowly.

The numbness was overwhelming, completely submerging Chen Sirong like a flood.

The intense, direct, and gapless pleasure made her brain blank.Her lips were completely lost and she began to moan unscrupulously.

The soft breasts shivered in the collision and the black hair slid off the back.

The moonlight was completely shining on Chen Sirong's body, and she screamed again in her intermittent moans.

The master completely stepped in.

Chen Sirong felt a blank look in front of her eyes for a moment, her thoughts were smashed into pieces, and her body contracted sharply to the point where she was only sensitive vagina.

The worst thing is that the pleasure of the vagina almost coincides with the desire to urinate, and Chen Sirong began to be indistinguishable.

The master thrust a few times restrainedly, and his movements were slow, as if Chen Sirong could adapt.

The soft vagina quickly refilled with liquid, as if warmly welcomed the owner.

After that, every thrust would hit the deepest, and Chen Sirong's body lost all control and leaned limply in the trunk.

His hands were locked behind his waist by his master, and he pulled them up, and he also carried Chen Sirong's shaking body.

The owner's right hand passed under Chen Sirong's right arm and then jammed her neck.

Chen Sirong was forced to stand up and straight.

Her vagina was violently fucked by her master, and her upper body was controlled by her master to lean against him.

The big hand strongly jammed Chen Sirong's neck, and also brought all the support for Chen Sirong's upper body.

He hugged the arm that the owner gave him with both hands, like the only life-saving rope that could be held on the cliff.

All senses were ruthlessly closed except her vagina.

The vagina, full of love water, moaned when it was expanded to its maximum again and again, and was also in pain when it sent away again and again.

The sensitive inner wall was filled flat, and Chen Sirong's lips widened in his extremely fast breathing.

The liquid makes a thud sound, which is simply the best background music to increase lust.

His Chen Sirong is made of water.

Caesar is now extremely sure of this matter.

Who cares about where this is, and who cares about whether it can make a sound.

His Chen Sirong has completely lost his mind and has become a cat that can only moan.

The violent slap was also interspersed in the thrust, and Chen Sirong burst into screams from time to time.

She felt that she was about to pee out, and every thrust of her penis also stimulated her bladder. The strong pleasure completely coincided with the desire to pee. Chen Sirong felt that she was about to pee out.

The voice intermittently begged: …Master…Pretty…Ah…Grace is going to pee…Ah…Ah…

However, the master moved the palm that stuck her neck up and stuffed her index and middle fingers into Chen Sirong's red lips that were spread apart.

He pressed the root of his tongue and made it difficult for her to speak, so he could only sob and moan.

The warm body fluid quickly flowed down his palms, like endless liquid in her lower body.

His Chen Sirong... is about to pee...

His eyes were closed, and he noticed that she was sucking his fingers too.

The lower body was like a mouthpiece, otherwise he would have tightly squeezed his penis.

A slender body, plump breasts, soft waist, and red buttocks.

The strong desire to urinate was hard to control, and the moment the owner pressed his left hand to her lower abdomen, he reached the peak with pleasure.

Chen Sirong's body trembled like a sieve, and screaming became a luxury.My lower abdomen is unbearably tense, and then I can only let the warm liquid soak myself and my master.

The intense sense of shame made Chen Sirong close his eyes tightly under the tie.

The process of liquid discharge is not achieved overnight, but is slow, clear, and impossible to ignore.

The master hugged her and waited patiently.

……

All the clothes were taken off, and Chen Sirong could no longer stand, so the owner could only put himself on his back in the spacious rear compartment.

A slightly cool wet tissue wipe was gently rubbed across every part of her body, and Chen Sirong asked her thoughts to pull out her body to reduce this strong and stimulating sense of shame.

The evening breeze blew on Chen Siwei quilt wipes to clean the body, and the slight coolness also brought a slight comfort.

Chen Sirong's tense spirit gradually relaxed and realized that his legs were being carried around his master's waist.

The second time, no lubrication is required at all.

The owner changed into a new condom and then came in tough again.

The body just after orgasm is more sensitive than ever, and the different positions also stimulate the sensitive points in different positions.

It's too big and too swollen...

Chen Sirong shrank her body and instinctively wanted to face backwards, but her master once again got stuck in her neck from the front.

The faint sense of suffocation brings Chen Sirong’s favorite fantasy.

The master jammed her neck and began to thrust again.

At the beginning, his legs could barely be around the master's waist, but he lost all his strength under repeated violent impacts.

The pleasure came so violently, like the rapid rise in tide, completely submerging Chen Sirong.

The master grabbed her ankles and pressed her legs tightly against her breasts.

The snow-white breasts were squeezed and the black hair was scattered on her shoulders.

His tie also steadily covered Chen Sirong's eyes, and his bright red lips were spreading helplessly on his fair cheeks, just like her labia.

The moans are crying, the floating and ecstatic, and the sudden death.

If you can't see everything, just pretend that everything does not exist.

I don’t think about whether my expression is too lewd, and I don’t think about whether my naked body is beautiful.

But the master would not let her go.

The tie was untied when Chen Sirong was about to reach the peak.

Surprise, surprise, and shame are replaced by the dim scene in front of you the next second.

The owner was still wearing a white shirt, but his lower body was thrusting violently into himself.

Her breasts were visible at a glance, and her labia were swallowing passionately.

And she clearly saw that she was still in this dim park.

The strong desire and shame hedge again, and the tightening of the vagina almost caused the owner to overflow and breathe.

After opening her eyes, her consciousness returned to the cage, and the master pulled her legs and wrapped them back on his waist.

Chen Sirong's chest was no longer covered, and she was slapped by her master.

Hit Chen Sirong's snow-white breasts.

Crispy, thin, bringing fast and sharp pain.

Chen Sirong had never experienced being suffocated with her breasts. After a second of stunned silence, the strange pleasure was superimposed wildly.

Under his body, the master was still thrusting.

And the soft breasts began to receive slaps again and again.

Sometimes it is hit from the side and a layer of flesh is swelled up in the breasts.

Sometimes it is a frontal slap, and the nipples are short and sharp.

Sometimes, the owner grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.

When the fingers are loosened, paintings of blue and white and bright red are left on the breasts.

Chen Sirong completely submerged herself in lust and indulged in the moans in her mouth.

The second ejaculation came too much at night than the first time.

Chen Sirong was almost exhausted and could not make any sound.

The master bent down and kissed Chen Sirong's mouth.

After several thrusts, he ejaculated again.

…………

Chen Sirong was carried into the back seat of the car and the trunk was closed again.

Caesar kept holding her, waiting for her heartbeat to return to calm.

Outside, there was a bright, bright moonlight spreading in, shining on his Grace.

Her body was in a mess, exactly the same as his body.

But he couldn't continue anymore, and his Chen Sirong no longer had more strength.

His eyes were closed weakly, but his arms were still subconsciously hugging the master tightly.

Like a cat that has been curled up.

Caesar kissed her forehead in detail and heard Chen Sirong ask in a nearly murmur: Master... When will we go home?

Grace, we'll be home later.

Caesar's eyes fell back to the window, and his palm was still gently patting Chen Sirong's back, but he had no intention of driving.

The lawn outside is flat and quiet, spreading silently to the distance where the boundaries are invisible.

The wind blew slightly across the treetops, and Caesar could not hear the sound through the car glass.

He thought this was the first time he loved the lawn at home so much.