Chapter 211 It's too tight inside (H)

Ye Sang had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and instinctively wanted to close his legs and protested without cooperation.

Her left leg was pressed by Huo Jinting and could not move, so she could only turn slightly and press her right leg toward her left leg.

Huo Jinting was covered with orgasm liquid and was about to touch her legs and his hand was blocked. He couldn't help but lift his eyebrows and spread it open.

Ye Sang pursed his lips, turned his eyes, avoiding his gaze and silent.

Haha... Huo Jinting smiled, and the laughter was still a bit excited.

Ye Sang's heart suddenly slapped, and Huo Jinting suddenly pulled his hand out of the quilt, turned over and rolled to the bedside table.

What are you doing?Ye Sang's eyes opened slightly and he asked quickly.

Take a leg strap.

Ye Sang took a breath, sat up after brushing, leaned over and grabbed his hand that was pulling open the drawer, "No!"

Huo Jinting turned his head to look at her, and his lips and eyebrows were written with pride and thrust his jaw towards Ye Sang's legs hidden under the quilt.

The meaning is very obvious, let her spread her legs obediently.

Ye Sang only felt that it was a frustration. Zhang, she was so cowardly, she was not angry, she was even more afraid of spreading her legs.

She pouted, looked at Huo Jinting, and didn't say anything.

However, at this time, Huo Jinting didn't take this trick. After waiting for three seconds, he saw that she didn't move. He raised his lips and nodded, OK.

After Huo Jinting finished speaking, he turned his head and looked into the drawer. Seeing this, Ye Sang grabbed his arm and pulled it back and said, "Aren't he saying he wouldn't do it!"

When did you say you wanted to do it?Huo Jinting was completely unhindered by her and easily figured out the leg splitting belt, but it was really hard to say after getting on the leg splitting belt...

The sound of metal collision sounded with his raised hand, and Ye Sang frowned, just that, that, why do you have to wipe it?

Do you like to wipe it?Huo Jinting's voice was very irritating. He took out his leg strap and turned to look at Ye Sang. By the way, who is that?

When Ye Sang saw the leg splitting belt, he immediately became timid and lowered his head with no bones. Just wipe it, wipe it...

Brother asked, which one is that?

...Suck, suck.

Huo Jinting's mouth cracked, and he pinched his leg split belt and rolled back to Ye Sang and lay flat next to Ye Sang, facing Ye Sang's drooping little head. Where should he suck?

It was hard to speak, Ye Sang bit his lower lip, and his head lingered with the word "penis", and his face was so hot.

Mute again?Huo Jinting deliberately shook his hand, which was still pinching the leg splitter, creating a metal collision sound, and the threatening smell was strong.

Just go down...

What is below?

Ye Sang was forced to twitch the corners of his mouth slightly. Why are you like this?!

What is my person like?Huo Jinting raised his eyebrows lightly again, with an expression that would be hard at any time.

Ye Sang held it in his mouth, and then softened his voice again. Do you suck it?

Huo Jinting especially liked to see her cowardly and embarrassed look. She smiled silently, sat up, took the legs in her hand to the end of the bed, and sprayed a little orgasm that he had just thrown on the bed and sprayed it on her hand.

This was a concession, so Ye Sang obediently spread his legs as he reached into the quilt.

Huo Jinting was malicious. His fingertips were rubbed and twisted slowly on the sensitive little flesh core for a while before pulling out the quilt, spraying a little more after the fingertips, and then penetrated into the quilt again, easily finding the gap where the hot liquid had flowed out.

Lots of water.In his slight silence, there was unconcealed pride.

Ye Sang, who was holding the quilt tightly with his little hands pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, trying to tell himself to be calm. Is Huo Jinting still called Huo Jinting if he doesn’t have any bad taste?

Thinking about it?He asked, rubbing his fingertips through his two lipes, and then pinching them and rubbing them gently.

The numb warm current penetrated his skin along his fingertips, and then rushed to his forehead. Ye Sang, whose legs were trembling, bit his lower lip for fear that he would hum.

After all, that would make him more proud.

But the more she tolerated her, the more she aroused Huo Jinting's desire to conquer.

The force of rubbing increased a little, and his fingertips began to squeeze into the narrow hole where the heat was seeping, and easily pierced it.

Well... Ye Sang frowned, and a light hum in his throat made an unknown meaning, tensing his lower abdomen, and the texture of the inner wall also suddenly contracted, clamping the completely immersed middle finger.

I bite too tightly and can't even move my fingers, how can I wipe it?He said on purpose.

Don't need it inside...

Rub it out, just in case.In fact, there was nothing wrong with it. He must have fucked her. When he was about to suck, he picked her up and fucked her from behind.

At that time, her pussy must have been full of hot water. It was slippery and tight when inserted, and she would suck him one by one, just like sucking his fingers now...

Just thinking about it, I couldn't help it. The penis that had been swollen and hard was filled with swelling pain, and some transparent liquid overflowed from my semen.

He held his breath, inserted his middle finger into the narrow acupoint and turned left and right twice, and pulled it out.

Ye Sang took a breath lightly, and his pussy, which was supported by his fingers, felt a little empty and contracted twice, and a touch of empty itchy soft flesh climbing up to the inner wall.

Huo Jinting climbed to the head of the bed, threw the climax liquid into the open drawer, pulled up the pillow and leaned behind him, spread his legs, and the thick and long penis was straight in the air, ferocious and arrogant.