Chapter 10 In his hands, orgasm

A pool of sticky white and turbid, covered with delicate palms, dripping along the fingers to the ground

Wei Lianji spread her palms to Ji Zhan, looking innocent: Ji Zhan, you ejaculated a lot, so thick, you dirty me

Ji Zhan got up and tidyed his clothes, took a pot of tea and wet a white handkerchief, and wiped Wei Lianji's palm carefully.

Until he wiped it several times, there was no trace of filth. He knelt down in front of her: Ji Zhan was impulsive and offended the princess.

It was her who hooked him first, but he took all the blame at this moment. Wei Lianji was naturally happy and smiled: Then how do you plan to compensate me?

Ji Zhan's face is quiet: Let the princess deal with it

Let me deal with it, what you said... Wei Lianji took Ji Zhan's words and pulled one of his hands into the white and deep hooks on his chest, uttering two words: Touch me

The soft and tender breasts felt full of their fingertips. Ji Zhan seemed to be scalded and pulled them back quickly, whispering: Don't dare

The soft body came up, Wei Lianji knelt on the ground, hugged his neck, and his breasts rubbed uneasily on his chest.

Her eyes were full of spring and she exhaled like orchids: I'm wet, so uncomfortable, Ji Zhan, help me

Ji Zhan pushed her and refused: Princess, no

Wei Lianji pressed her tighter, and she was about to lean down her skirt with her hand in her hands, whispering: I'll touch you how wet I am, it's all watery

Ji Zhan retreated and wanted to take his hand back: Princess, we can't

Wei Lianji was so sad that she was flirting with lust. Seeing that he was so jealous, water suddenly burst out from his eyes. He complained with grievance: If you ejaculate yourself, don't care about me. Ji Zhan, you made me drift so much water, so I don't want me.

It was a romantic relationship, but she seemed to have suffered a huge grievance and said it like a heartless man

Ji Zhan was embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped: Princess..., Princess... It was a soft urging voice

Wei Lianji took off her pants, took Ji Zhan's hand and leaned against the center of her legs.

She rode on the back of his hand, the flowery lips on her lower body, and the flesh were rubbing against his hand desperately, grinding, and her unbearable desire was relieved. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she moaned sweetly: Ah... Ji Zhan... So comfortable...

Ji Zhan closed his eyes and did not look at the rich spring scenery, but the two soft and tender pieces kept sliding through his skin, and the sticky water became more and more, flowing down his wrist.

Wei Lianji took the initiative to ride it. After riding for a while, her waist was sore, but she had not reached the peak yet, and she didn't want to abandon the pleasure of flying.

She softened and discussed with him: Ji Zhan, I'm tired, is your hand moving, okay?

Ji Zhan endured the irritation in his body and tried to be clear: Princess, this is not right

After saying that, he made up his mind and acted to take his hand back

Wei Lianji hugged his arm and clamped Ji Zhan's hand tighter. She was so anxious that she cried and whimpered in a low voice: No, don't take it away... Woooo, I haven't had an orgasm yet...

She begged him for pleasure: Ji Zhan, give it to me... Give it to me...

Ji Zhan's hand stopped, she was soft and she was eager for him like this

All kinds of emotions in his eyes were turbulent, and he couldn't bear to disobey her

Seeing Ji Zhan compromise, Wei Lianji softly asked him: I'm itchy and uncomfortable... Ji Zhan, would you help me rub it?

Seeing that he seemed hesitant, she squeezed a tear from the corner of her eyes, and her little nose wrinkled, biting her bright red lips and longing for him: Woo, I want to orgasm... I feel uncomfortable, give it to me...

The beauty cries, the pear blossoms are in the rain, asking for pleasure, asking for such a posture

Ji Zhan was confused and couldn't bear to feel sad anymore. He gritted his teeth and said: Offended

He changed from passive to active, holding Wei Lianji's waist with one hand, and flipping his hands with the other hand to stroke her flower hole

I only used to read and paint, and to play the piano and flute. I first explored the little lady's private parts.

He picked up her tightly closed flesh, pressed her small clitoris, and rubbed her fingertips in circles. The force was not heavy, but it was enough to comfort her.

Wei Lianji fell in Ji Zhan's arms, her red lips slightly opened, and a broken moan was overflowing from her throat: AhAh... Ji Zhan, she is so good at rubbing... I feel so comfortable...

The numbness and pleasure of the clitoris rushed into the heart of the flower, and she exuded more and more lewd water.

Not enough, I want more. I want to fly to the clouds and float. My silky eyes tightly wrapped around the person in front of me, panting and urging him: Use force, use force... Woo... I want to be heavier...

She was so impressed that she begged tenderly in his arms. At that moment, ruthlessness was more than affectionate. Ji Zhan never ate wine but was fascinated by her eyes.

He increased his strength and rubbed and pressed quickly. When she couldn't stand the arching waist, she pinched her tender flower core.

The air was as if it was frozen, only her orgasm screaming and convulsions: AhAh... Arrived, I arrived...

A trace of crystal flowed from the hole that was as small as a small hole, all falling into his palm. This is the proof of her affection.

Ji Zhan's heart was blocked by a soft ball, and his clear eyebrows and eyes were a little gentle. He softly condolences: Princess, are you okay?

Wei Lianji leaned in his arms and shouted softly: Woo, his legs are weak, he can't get up anymore...