She was secretly happy when she was physically used. Her hands pressed outside her skirt had no intention of obstructing Tianlong, allowing him to caress his breasts in his underwear as he pleased.
Sister Qinqin, put your hands down... You have to let Uncle Jinlun see my movements clearly before he will be more excited.
Looking into the mirror, her hands pressed on the front indeed blocked Tianlong's movement in her skirt.
She clenched her fists slightly and drooped to her waist, but her eyes couldn't help but focus on the mirror.
In the mirror, her thin white skirt with white fabric was semi-transparent. Under the underwear, Tianlong's hands were very active, sometimes rotating left and right, sometimes pushing up and down, carefully playing with her pair of pepper breasts...
Seeing that she was being put on Lushan's claws, she didn't expect that she was so embarrassed... She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at it again.
But, I don’t know what to do, but after looking at this, the feeling coming from my chest seemed even more...stimulating?
Did he feel excited about her husband Liang Jinlun on the other side of the mirror?
Seeing this scene, seeing his wife touched naked by other men with bare hands...will he feel uncomfortable?
Will you be jealous?
Or do you really just feel...excited?
The chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the new touch on the peaks. After Tianlong touched every inch of her breast muscle, the index fingers of both hands changed to circle along the areola on both sides... The two fingers, clockwise and counterclockwise, circled around the circle, as if measuring the circumference of the areola: A small circle, so cute!
Round after circle, the two fingertips delicately harassed the areola, causing Jiang Qinqin's pores to expand over and over again; the numb feeling was sent to the peak more continuously...
Echoing the movements on her hands, Tianlong's tongue also circled on her ears: The areola is a shallow circle... Then...
The two index fingers finally landed on the left and right peaks, and gently tapped the nipples that had been raised high at some point: Breasts?head?Woolen cloth?
Tianlong's fingers lit two buds intermittently, teaching her upper body to tremble: I was just touching your "next" but now I even stood up in the "middle"... Sister Qinqin, you are so sensitive!
Sensitive... Well, she looks gentle and dignified, but her body is extremely sensitive, not only her ears and breasts, but many parts are... sensitive belts.
However, today her reaction was unprecedentedly strong.
Is it because her husband Liang Jinlun has not satisfied her for half a year, which makes her too...desire?
In addition, Tianlong was young, handsome and elegant, which made her take off her...sense of defense?
Maybe, what is more decisive is his...skill.
Tianlong's flirting methods are much more wise than her husband Liang Jinlun... and even surpass any male companion before her marriage.
Spiritually, I praise you endlessly, and then tease you a little more; physically, my mouth is as diligent as raindrops, and I carefully kiss your forehead, face, ears, and neck, both enthusiastic and intimate; the index fingers and fingers of both hands gently pick up the red plums on the hill, rotating, kneading, and urging them without any effort... She asked herself that she was a mature woman, but when faced with this foreplay of both body and mind, she felt... unable to withstand... dizzy, and her hands and feet could not use strength.
It's getting bigger and bigger!In fact, without saying it, she felt that her two breast stalks had already become more than twice as congested under this long and concentrated caress: soft, elastic, like a gummy...
Very...comfortable!
Just kissing and caressing is so comfortable. If she did it with Tianlong... how much would it feel... no, how could she think about it... that's the point?
Jiang Qinqin hurriedly reminded herself in shame that this ridiculous thing was all for her husband... This was the first time and the last time.
Tianlong's right hand suddenly pulled out of his skirt and reached towards her small chin: If there is another next time, stop wearing these black-framed glasses. Then, dress me up...
He gently lifted one of her bare face and approached her lips again: Don't wear a sporty bust, change into beautiful underwear.
This is the last time... let him be rude... Jiang Qinqin thought about it, and once again, let him kiss her little mouth.
The atmosphere filled with them was not like they were having a nuisance of sex change, but instead it seemed like a passionate couple kissing each other.
The starry eyes were half closed, and she glanced blankly at the mirror wall, which reflected the deep love of Tianlong, kissing her four lips as she raised her head; in her skirt, he only used his left hand to take care of her breasts rising at the tip... This flirting, this foreplay... was so perfect, she had the illusion of being drunk.
Sister Qinqin, you are so beautiful!
His right hand, which had been empty, suddenly stretched across her waist and gently strangled backwards, and he pressed her lower body, which was originally distanced from him, in front of his crotch: You made me feel so good.
When Tianlong first touched her, although she leaned her upper body against his chest, her lower limbs stood slightly forward to avoid touching his lower body... Now, he tightened her slender waist and taught her to avoid it. The back of the white short skirt met his lower body for the first time: Look, you made me... so excited
Even through his short skirt, stockings and underwear, Jiang Qinqin still felt a small hill bulging high in his suit pants... and even more vaguely felt the size, outline and heat of his male part.
She discovered another place where Tianlong was successful, and his... it felt thicker and harder than her husband Liang Jinlun.
Tianlong couldn't use his right hand to pull her right hand around his crotch: Sister Qinqin, I've touched you for so long, come and touch me too!
Jiang Qinqin wanted to struggle a little, but she couldn't compare to his strength. Her little hand tattooed with flowers and tattoos pressed on his lower body through her pants...
With this press, his... clone immediately shook, yes, touching me like I touched you.
He led her hand and stroked his crotch up and down... He reacted so hard that every time she touched her, she felt the things in her pants swelled a little longer.
Jiang Qinqin couldn't help but touch her body... If this was her husband Liang Jinlun's... how great would it be!
Yes, you do it yourself...
Tianlong let go of his right hand, but Jiang Qinqin's right palm was still slowly grinding his lower body... Even she didn't know why she didn't take her hand away.
So comfortable... He sighed: Sister Qinqin, I'll let you...
His right hand was attached to her right leg wearing gray stockings for the first time: It's more comfortable!Fifteen minutes ago?
Or ten minutes ago?
When Tianlong wanted to kiss her for the first time... she refused.
At that time, Jiang Qinqin was convinced that she would not be able to kiss a man with no emotional foundation.
But not long after, she had already lingered with him....
More than once, but again and again... Although neither of them opened their mouths and tongues, they just wiped the lips with pure and lasting touches, the taste... was so intoxicating.
Not only her mouth, but even the upper body defense line she thought she could hold before was lost due to her husband's request. Let Tianlong reach into your skirt, untie her underwear... Let him touch... your body...
It was a big surprise to her... Except for the shyness and embarrassment at the beginning, Tianlong's hands did not make her body feel uncomfortable. His fingers and palms touched every corner of her breasts and made her feel comfortable.
He has more...male traits that his husband cannot compare to.
Sister Qinqin, I have touched you for so long, come and touch me too!
A little bit forced, he held her right hand and pressed it on his... crotch.
The tall, big, hard and bulging hill was obviously much more vibrant than her husband Liang Jinlun's words.
Come on, do it yourself.
If this is what my husband Liang Jinlun has... how good it would be!
Jiang Qinqin couldn't help but think randomly, and couldn't help but touch and touch... Tianlong had already let go of his hand, but her right palm continued to slowly massage his lower body through her suit pants like a demon.
Yes, that's how it touches.
He reacted so hard that every time she touched her, she felt the things in her pants swelling a little longer: You make me feel so comfortable!I'll let you...
Tianlong's right hand was attached to her right leg wearing gray stockings for the first time: It's more comfortable!When she went out from home today, in order to protect herself, Jiang Qinqin wore thick gray socks under the knee-length white skirt. Therefore, Tianlong's touch should not give her any feeling. However, psychologically, she still had a great impact on her lower body being touched, which was so different from the upper body being caressed... Jiang Qinqin, a married woman, was touched by a man other than her husband... Moreover, the most private garden for women is beyond her legs.
Tianlong continued to perform careful and delicate foreplay, kissing her right ear beads while gently wrapping her left breast with her left hand: Through the socks... you don't feel it at all, right?
His right hand climbed up along the gray stockings, sneaked into the white skirt, and touched the socks and panties around her waist with his fingers: Sister Qinqin, pull your panties down a little, okay?
Hearing his words, Jiang Qinqin immediately became much more awake... pulled down her socks?
Then...will the underwear be exposed?
Then, he might touch her...private parts!
How...how can it be?
She has become a woman...that place...that she will only open to her beloved husband...that...
Jiang Qinqin became alert and temporarily calmed down and stopped while touching Tianlong's lower body with her pants.
Of course he felt it, and whispered in her ear: Don't be afraid, I won't be too much... Just like now, I just touch your beautiful breasts... I just want to... touch your... legs, do you know?Your legs are long and thin. I have been fascinated by seeing them in magazines and TV before... Jiang Qinqin naturally knows them.
She has been vegetarian for many years, controls her diet, and exercises yoga, and remains slim for a long time; she is less than 1.70 meters tall, but her beautiful legs are long, straight, white, and slippery...
Sister Qinqin, put your hands down... You have to let Uncle Jinlun see my movements clearly before he will be more excited.
Looking into the mirror, her hands pressed on the front indeed blocked Tianlong's movement in her skirt.
She clenched her fists slightly and drooped to her waist, but her eyes couldn't help but focus on the mirror.
In the mirror, her thin white skirt with white fabric was semi-transparent. Under the underwear, Tianlong's hands were very active, sometimes rotating left and right, sometimes pushing up and down, carefully playing with her pair of pepper breasts...
Seeing that she was being put on Lushan's claws, she didn't expect that she was so embarrassed... She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at it again.
But, I don’t know what to do, but after looking at this, the feeling coming from my chest seemed even more...stimulating?
Did he feel excited about her husband Liang Jinlun on the other side of the mirror?
Seeing this scene, seeing his wife touched naked by other men with bare hands...will he feel uncomfortable?
Will you be jealous?
Or do you really just feel...excited?
The chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the new touch on the peaks. After Tianlong touched every inch of her breast muscle, the index fingers of both hands changed to circle along the areola on both sides... The two fingers, clockwise and counterclockwise, circled around the circle, as if measuring the circumference of the areola: A small circle, so cute!
Round after circle, the two fingertips delicately harassed the areola, causing Jiang Qinqin's pores to expand over and over again; the numb feeling was sent to the peak more continuously...
Echoing the movements on her hands, Tianlong's tongue also circled on her ears: The areola is a shallow circle... Then...
The two index fingers finally landed on the left and right peaks, and gently tapped the nipples that had been raised high at some point: Breasts?head?Woolen cloth?
Tianlong's fingers lit two buds intermittently, teaching her upper body to tremble: I was just touching your "next" but now I even stood up in the "middle"... Sister Qinqin, you are so sensitive!
Sensitive... Well, she looks gentle and dignified, but her body is extremely sensitive, not only her ears and breasts, but many parts are... sensitive belts.
However, today her reaction was unprecedentedly strong.
Is it because her husband Liang Jinlun has not satisfied her for half a year, which makes her too...desire?
In addition, Tianlong was young, handsome and elegant, which made her take off her...sense of defense?
Maybe, what is more decisive is his...skill.
Tianlong's flirting methods are much more wise than her husband Liang Jinlun... and even surpass any male companion before her marriage.
Spiritually, I praise you endlessly, and then tease you a little more; physically, my mouth is as diligent as raindrops, and I carefully kiss your forehead, face, ears, and neck, both enthusiastic and intimate; the index fingers and fingers of both hands gently pick up the red plums on the hill, rotating, kneading, and urging them without any effort... She asked herself that she was a mature woman, but when faced with this foreplay of both body and mind, she felt... unable to withstand... dizzy, and her hands and feet could not use strength.
It's getting bigger and bigger!In fact, without saying it, she felt that her two breast stalks had already become more than twice as congested under this long and concentrated caress: soft, elastic, like a gummy...
Very...comfortable!
Just kissing and caressing is so comfortable. If she did it with Tianlong... how much would it feel... no, how could she think about it... that's the point?
Jiang Qinqin hurriedly reminded herself in shame that this ridiculous thing was all for her husband... This was the first time and the last time.
Tianlong's right hand suddenly pulled out of his skirt and reached towards her small chin: If there is another next time, stop wearing these black-framed glasses. Then, dress me up...
He gently lifted one of her bare face and approached her lips again: Don't wear a sporty bust, change into beautiful underwear.
This is the last time... let him be rude... Jiang Qinqin thought about it, and once again, let him kiss her little mouth.
The atmosphere filled with them was not like they were having a nuisance of sex change, but instead it seemed like a passionate couple kissing each other.
The starry eyes were half closed, and she glanced blankly at the mirror wall, which reflected the deep love of Tianlong, kissing her four lips as she raised her head; in her skirt, he only used his left hand to take care of her breasts rising at the tip... This flirting, this foreplay... was so perfect, she had the illusion of being drunk.
Sister Qinqin, you are so beautiful!
His right hand, which had been empty, suddenly stretched across her waist and gently strangled backwards, and he pressed her lower body, which was originally distanced from him, in front of his crotch: You made me feel so good.
When Tianlong first touched her, although she leaned her upper body against his chest, her lower limbs stood slightly forward to avoid touching his lower body... Now, he tightened her slender waist and taught her to avoid it. The back of the white short skirt met his lower body for the first time: Look, you made me... so excited
Even through his short skirt, stockings and underwear, Jiang Qinqin still felt a small hill bulging high in his suit pants... and even more vaguely felt the size, outline and heat of his male part.
She discovered another place where Tianlong was successful, and his... it felt thicker and harder than her husband Liang Jinlun.
Tianlong couldn't use his right hand to pull her right hand around his crotch: Sister Qinqin, I've touched you for so long, come and touch me too!
Jiang Qinqin wanted to struggle a little, but she couldn't compare to his strength. Her little hand tattooed with flowers and tattoos pressed on his lower body through her pants...
With this press, his... clone immediately shook, yes, touching me like I touched you.
He led her hand and stroked his crotch up and down... He reacted so hard that every time she touched her, she felt the things in her pants swelled a little longer.
Jiang Qinqin couldn't help but touch her body... If this was her husband Liang Jinlun's... how great would it be!
Yes, you do it yourself...
Tianlong let go of his right hand, but Jiang Qinqin's right palm was still slowly grinding his lower body... Even she didn't know why she didn't take her hand away.
So comfortable... He sighed: Sister Qinqin, I'll let you...
His right hand was attached to her right leg wearing gray stockings for the first time: It's more comfortable!Fifteen minutes ago?
Or ten minutes ago?
When Tianlong wanted to kiss her for the first time... she refused.
At that time, Jiang Qinqin was convinced that she would not be able to kiss a man with no emotional foundation.
But not long after, she had already lingered with him....
More than once, but again and again... Although neither of them opened their mouths and tongues, they just wiped the lips with pure and lasting touches, the taste... was so intoxicating.
Not only her mouth, but even the upper body defense line she thought she could hold before was lost due to her husband's request. Let Tianlong reach into your skirt, untie her underwear... Let him touch... your body...
It was a big surprise to her... Except for the shyness and embarrassment at the beginning, Tianlong's hands did not make her body feel uncomfortable. His fingers and palms touched every corner of her breasts and made her feel comfortable.
He has more...male traits that his husband cannot compare to.
Sister Qinqin, I have touched you for so long, come and touch me too!
A little bit forced, he held her right hand and pressed it on his... crotch.
The tall, big, hard and bulging hill was obviously much more vibrant than her husband Liang Jinlun's words.
Come on, do it yourself.
If this is what my husband Liang Jinlun has... how good it would be!
Jiang Qinqin couldn't help but think randomly, and couldn't help but touch and touch... Tianlong had already let go of his hand, but her right palm continued to slowly massage his lower body through her suit pants like a demon.
Yes, that's how it touches.
He reacted so hard that every time she touched her, she felt the things in her pants swelling a little longer: You make me feel so comfortable!I'll let you...
Tianlong's right hand was attached to her right leg wearing gray stockings for the first time: It's more comfortable!When she went out from home today, in order to protect herself, Jiang Qinqin wore thick gray socks under the knee-length white skirt. Therefore, Tianlong's touch should not give her any feeling. However, psychologically, she still had a great impact on her lower body being touched, which was so different from the upper body being caressed... Jiang Qinqin, a married woman, was touched by a man other than her husband... Moreover, the most private garden for women is beyond her legs.
Tianlong continued to perform careful and delicate foreplay, kissing her right ear beads while gently wrapping her left breast with her left hand: Through the socks... you don't feel it at all, right?
His right hand climbed up along the gray stockings, sneaked into the white skirt, and touched the socks and panties around her waist with his fingers: Sister Qinqin, pull your panties down a little, okay?
Hearing his words, Jiang Qinqin immediately became much more awake... pulled down her socks?
Then...will the underwear be exposed?
Then, he might touch her...private parts!
How...how can it be?
She has become a woman...that place...that she will only open to her beloved husband...that...
Jiang Qinqin became alert and temporarily calmed down and stopped while touching Tianlong's lower body with her pants.
Of course he felt it, and whispered in her ear: Don't be afraid, I won't be too much... Just like now, I just touch your beautiful breasts... I just want to... touch your... legs, do you know?Your legs are long and thin. I have been fascinated by seeing them in magazines and TV before... Jiang Qinqin naturally knows them.
She has been vegetarian for many years, controls her diet, and exercises yoga, and remains slim for a long time; she is less than 1.70 meters tall, but her beautiful legs are long, straight, white, and slippery...
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