Chapter 50 His family

The moonlight is silvery, the evening breeze is light, the street lights are dim and blurred, the streets are narrow and winding, the old city is already silent, and from time to time comes a few barking dogs, the sound of wine bottles and the cries of drunkards.

The buildings are low and old, tightly crowded, and the wires are mixed and messy, traversing across the air, like wildly growing branches and leaves.

A black shadow passed by the roof, with a light posture and extremely fast speed. It was vaguely seen as a tall and thin human figure.

The boy climbed over the fence and jumped from the roof. He hung in the air, stably landing the anti-theft net, hugged the girl with one hand, took out the key with the other, opened the small iron door of the black railing, and jumped in alone.

Have we... arrived?Meng Ning leaned his head out of her boyfriend's arms, sorted out her hair that was blown by the wind, looked around, her little face full of curiosity.

She seemed to be getting used to this way of transportation that flies and escapes the earth, and she fell asleep comfortably halfway through.

Song Che nodded, turned on the light, and stared at the girl's face. His eyes were deep, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was a hint of danger.

Wait, let me visit.Smelling the extremely faint fragrance of plants, Meng Ning pushed him away, took off his shoes and socks, threw down his schoolbag, stepped onto the wooden floor barefoot, and wandered around casually.

The boy's house is a one-bedroom apartment, which can be seen at a glance. The overall color is black and gray, which is particularly cool.

The kitchen is outside and connected to the living room. The bedroom is on the left. The living room is equipped with two potato sofas, an old TV, a small coffee table and wooden dining table and chairs. There are beast-catching boards and two pots of catnip grass in the corner. The Japanese-style lights are hanging on the roof. The interior is spotless and the installation is simple, revealing a sense of poverty. It turns out... this is his home.

After a tour around, Meng Ning opened the refrigerator and found that there were only two boxes of vegetables, a few eggs and a pot of fish inside, without even seasoning. For some reason, she was inexplicably disappointed and thought that the black cat would be equipped with huge cat crawlers and cartons at home, and even with a few cat toys, but she didn't expect that there were only these.

Want to have tea?Taking the girl's little emotion into her eyes, Song Che stood against the wall, pressed against the table, stared at her, and asked in a hoarse voice.

There are two calligraphy works hanging on the wall, with vigorous fonts and sharp pens. Meng Ning looked closer and saw the sign of the dragon and phoenix dance with rice balls written on it. She was inexplicably hit by the laughter and grinned and agreed. Two seconds later, she found something wrong and frowned and said: You are actually drinking tea.

Theophylline is likely to cause diarrhea and spasm of cats and cause poisoning, and is not suitable for Song Che.

She walked closer to the kitchen in three or two steps, pulled the boy's hand, looked at the tea pot carefully, and saw that there was dry chrysanthemum inside, so she barely breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: It's just this, is there no other tea?

The space is small, the two are very close, and the breath is intersecting. Meng Ning's movements are big, his waist is soft, his lips are wet and swollen due to the passionate kiss. His swollen and tall chest is squeezed and deformed by the boy's arms. The fragrance is overflowing between his hair, which is sweet and seductive, making the other party's pupils darker and greedy.

Well, there is only this, and nothing else.Knowing that the girl was worried about her, Song Che raised his lips and smiled lightly, restrained the urge to strip her naked, and took out the candy cube from the cabinet.

Feeling that I was a little fussy, Meng Ning let go of Song Che, raised his face, and whispered: OK, I'll sit there and wait.

After turning on the fire and boiling water, Song Che turned around and saw the little girl tilting her head to look at the catnip on the table.

Her feet tapped on the floor, her toes were white and delicate, and were light pink, just like myself, petite and cute.

When will it take to be better?

Smelling the scent of catnip, I remembered the love that was interrupted by others in the park. The girl's chest became hot, her legs were itchy, her breasts were also swelling and sore, and her mouth was dry. If it weren't for that couple, she might have been fucked open long ago...

She thought for a while, then unbuttoned her chest button, took it out along the sleeve tube, reached out to hold the small pot of the plant, loosened the collar, and pulled the school uniform down, revealing the deep groove.

When I lowered my head, I saw two bright colors on my white shirt, which was my nipples. Meng Ning's heartbeat accelerated, he clasped his breasts through the dining table, played with them gently, felt the heavy and full texture, and even scraped his nipples with his fingertips.

Well... The nipples quickly raised their clothes, like ripe fruits, and the pleasure came like waves. The girl's mind turned white, biting her lips and panting, and clamping her legs. What should I do now?I want it a little...

Hearing the sound, Song Che turned around and saw the girl surrounding the pot of catnip on the dining table. She was well-behaved and smelling like a small animal. However, her wet eyes, bright red cheeks and perky nipples betrayed her, which was obviously moved.

Her lower abdomen became swollen and the hole was gradually wet. Meng Ning noticed that the other party was looking at her. She pushed the potted plant open, twisted her waist and turned her waist, raised her breasts, and posed with a s-shaped s-shaped bulge with a squint front and a soft voice. She asked: When will your flower tea be good?

After asking twice, she did not get a reply. She leaned against the back of the chair, twisted her face towards the kitchen, and continued to unbutton it, revealing a ray of spring.

Her breasts were round and perky, and her waist was not full, and she was half-covered and half-exposed between the buttons. It was very attractive. Her young body was white and tender under the light, showing graceful vitality, but Meng Ning was not satisfied. She turned the chair, pulled off her school uniform like a slut, exposed half of her body, held up her breasts with her little hands, kneaded her as much as she wanted, and slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt, spread her legs, revealing her delicate private parts.

Because of the act of rubbing breasts just now, the girl was already wet. Her two soft flesh trembled, her nipple was firm and erect, her vagina was gorgeous and full, her hair was messy and curly, her two petals of lip bulging outward, her shape was plump, she was wet, soft and greasy, and her color was extremely beautiful. The lace cloth was thin and narrow, and it was deeply embedded in the flesh of the hole, tightly zipped the flesh core, and it was lewd and lewd. The hole was a thin slit, and it opened and closed with the rhythm, spitting out the vaginal fluid, making a clattering sound, like a water clam shell.

Well, Ah~~It's so itchy... Her breasts trembled gently, Meng Ning narrowed her eyes and spread her legs even more open. She curled her toes, deliberately grabbed her breasts with one hand, pulled her crotch with the other hand, contracted her vagina, scraped her fingertips through the core, and made crystal honey liquid. The girl became sensitive. After a few chants, the mouth of the vagina was so wet that most of her hands were dyed.

Just as the kettle was boiling, it made a long sound. Song Che raised his eyebrows and poured water to wash the tea with a small leak net. He moved to the table with a cold face, his eyes half closed, filling the girl with a cup of tea, as if he was not interested in the beautiful scenery, but the veins on the back of his hand exposed his mood, and he wished he could fuck this little thing to death immediately.

Meng Ning's shoulders were half exposed, so she picked up the teacup and blew it gently, and sat on a dining chair like riding a horse. She was in a slutty position. She ate a small mouthful of tea and was in a good mood. The tea was filled with light fragrance and sweetness. It seemed that Song Che had studied her taste.

This one is delicious.A cup of tea soon came to an end. She browsed her eyebrows and eyes, smiled sweetly on her face, climbed up to the table twice, raised her butt, and leaned on all fours, slowly crawled towards the boy.

From this angle, Meng Ning's breasts were soft and round, shaking in a bell shape. She leaned forward like a little female cat in heat. She grabbed the boy's arm, opened her mouth and held his hand, and stolen herself into his house. Isn't it just to do such a thing?

Nerd, do you want me?She said vaguely, sucking Song Che's fingers greedily, spreading her legs, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, thrusting her breasts high, climbing onto his shoulders, and rubbing gently.

Faced with Meng Ning's proactive seduction, Song Che glanced at her, as if she had no emotion at all, but he grabbed her breasts, grabbed them mercilessly, and then stirred the soft little mouth, found the small tongue, squeezed and pulled it.

The boy was very strong, and he circled around his nipples with one hand and pierced his throat with the other. He saw the girl looking at him with accusation and unable to help but curl her lips. It was really careless.

After being deeply throated by the sudden fingers, Meng Ning was so anxious that she burst into tears. She hid back and coughed repeatedly. She spit out her fingers and protested in a low voice: No, don't let me penetrate my throat...

Feel sorry.Song Che lowered his head, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged her into his arms like a child, covered the hole, rubbed her freely, and found the clitoris with his fingers, fell into the plump shell flesh, rubbed the fat contour, and immediately splashed juice.

Well~~AhAhAh~~~Here, here, here... Meng Ning couldn't stop moaning, her pussy shrank and flowing water, and the pleasure surged. She turned over in the boy's arms, shook her breasts, and said in a delicate way.

Feeling that this was difficult to touch, she took the initiative to untie her underwear and threw it on the ground, her private parts were covered with no cover.

Soaked in honey, it felt smooth and felt smooth. Seeing Meng Ning's expression, Song Che's eyes slashed, he pulled open his flowering lips, inserted his long finger deep into the acupoint, and played with it hard.

He leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered: Get ready, I'm going to fuck you to death...