Chapter 4 Best Newcomer (Micro H)

However, after returning to the woman's seductive ketone body again, Zhong Lang still couldn't control his life.

During the simulation of piston movement, the woman's soft and tender breasts were constantly touching the woman's soft and tender breasts. Zhong Lang did not dare to stop again. For a moment, the qi and blood were on the brain, throwing all the reason, shame, and concerns out of the brain. He simply passed the body's most primitive impulsive actions.

Ning Wan cooperated with her happy expression and her white feet were stretched out from time to time.

The young man's sweat beads as big as beans dripped on his neck, with a vibrant and energetic temperature.

My body was also moved with emotion, so I had to try harder and leave a deep impression on him.

So under the quilt that was invisible to the camera, Ning Wan arched her waist slightly and spread her thighs. The hard object that had been stuck at the base of her thighs poked into the gap between her legs.

Zhong Lang's eyes lit up instantly. He saw the woman under him with spring water in her eyes, her teeth bit her lower lip and her small nose was filled with delicate sweat.

The director did not stop. Zhong Lang did not dare to move less, so he had to calm his body and slide his genitals up and down between the full legs.

But damn it, even though it was not really entered through the fabric, Zhong Lang couldn't help but become more and more excited, and blood flowed to his lower body, and his glans unconsciously began to outline the shape of the steamed bun... It must be fat, tender and juicy...

The next second, the troubled mushroom head broke into a tight mouth through the fabric...

Well~ Although the fabric is soft, it is also invading foreign objects. The sudden stimulation also made Ning Wan unable to help but murmur. The camera outside the quilt and the director who was still taking the camera in front of the camera, how could he know the scene of the scene under the quilt being almost done.

This nervous mood made the two of them beating their hearts like a drum, as if they had some tacit understanding, and the mushroom head was embedded and pulled out lightly and quickly...

The wooden bed with poor quality made a small creaking sound.

Because of nervousness and excitement, and a little restraint, Zhong Lang's arm, which was holding Ning Wan's side, had muscles, blue veins burst out, and his fingers with thick joints were deeply trapped in the cotton wool.

cut！

When the director called off, Zhong Lang not only did not have the idea of ​​relief, but felt that he was still unfulfilled... It was quite regretful that the hateful glans even rubbed the area that was wet by it.

This time my expression was quite good, so it was considered to be over.Director Lin is an absolute curved man. Facing such a sexy scene, he just examines the camera with a serious expression.

Hehe, those who don’t know think they are doing it.The deputy director pursed his lips, looking at the camera with a lustful look of Lining.I really want to have such a beauty to play with.

Zhong Lang had moved his body aside, and Mai's skin easily concealed his shame and anger. How could he get out of this room now?

Director Lin, I need to organize my clothes, please go out first.Ning Wan spoke up in a coquettish manner.

Director Lin and Ning Wan worked together many times, and when he heard this, he led several other people out of the room. He thought that he would not be able to pass this one today. He admired Ning Wan's professionalism and sacrifice in his heart.

Thank you Sister Ning.Zhong Lang was muffled.

Ning Wan ignored him, lifted the quilt and tidied up her clothes slowly.

Then he held the dark green cheongsam thrown at the end of the bed with a slim hand, bent down, lowered his body, adjusted the angle, and then pressed the last buckle, and tied his delicate figure little by little. Then he turned to look at Zhong Lang, who was still frustrated, with an ambiguous tone: Hi, do you want to continue?

Now Zhong Lang stood up with the quilt in his arms, hurriedly put on his short jacket and big props, picked up his shoes and ran out barefoot.