Chapter 33 Being fucked by your son in the kitchen

At this moment, outside Yang CuteCute's room

Xiao...Xiaobei...What are you doing!Yang Rou's big breasts were kneaded by Zhou Xiaobei.

In addition, there were other people at home at this time, Yang Rou's entire nervous system became particularly nervous.

Zhou Xiaobei's kneading force was very powerful, which made Yang Rou unable to help but gasp.

Well~ Xiao...Xiaobei, stop...Stop making trouble... Let go quickly.Yang Rou was afraid of being discovered, so she might have to when Yang CuteCute would break out of the room.

Mom, the dishes you cook are so fragrant, I am so hungry.Zhou Xiaobei was breathing in Yang Rou's ears. He didn't think Yang Rou's dishes were delicious. He thought Yang Rou was delicious, especially those breasts.

You... I will cook the vegetables like this, so let go!

Zhou Xiaobei ignored Yang Rou, but became even more unscrupulous. He reached out to Yang Rou's skirt, and his big hand kept exploring through his underwear.

Yang Rou's body became soft by him and turned into water and collapsed in Zhou Xiaobei's arms.

Mom, you have a lot of water flowing down there.

You... Yang Rou felt a sense of humiliation in an instant, and she was the kind of slapping herself in the face.

Suddenly, the gas stove made a dripping sound, and the fire went out automatically after not long.

OK, don't do it.Yang Rou broke free from Zhou Xiaobei's claws, immediately put down the spatula in her hand, and looked at the extinguished gas stove seriously.

Yang Rou pressed the button again and heard only a squeak, but she couldn't turn on the fire.

What's going on?Yang Rou has just moved into Zhou Zhedong's house not long ago, and some things are not very easy to use.

She opened the cabinet and took a look, then pressed the ignition button.

Something seems to be wrong.

Zhou Xiaobei took a look and took out the tool box from the cabinet: This stove has been used for many years, and I can repair it with a minor problem.

Zhou Zhedong was not at home most of the time since he was a child. Zhou Xiaobei was self-reliant in cooking, and he was very comfortable with such trivial matters.

Zhou Xiaobei took the tool box and flashlight and went straight to the ground, turned on the flashlight in his hand face up and observed carefully.

Mom, press the button again.

The stove has little space, so Yang Rou can only spread her legs and open the gas stove button with Zhou Xiaobei.

Zhou Xiaobei looked at all the things Yang Rou looked like under her skirt.

Now he had no intention of repairing the gas stove. He moved his body down and grabbed Yang Rou's ankle with one hand.

Yang Rou was shocked: You!What are you doing?

Mom, don’t move, I’m practicing things.

Yang Rou frowned. Do you need to grab your ankle when you repair something?

Just as she was about to refute, she felt a big hand touching the inside of her thigh.

Yang Rou seemed to understand something in this posture: Xiaobei, when is it now? Stop playing, I still have to cook.

No hurry, I'm not hungry.Zhou Xiaobei lay on the ground, carefully looking at the bottom of Yang Rou's skirt, and her underwear was covered with Yang Rou's vaginal fluid.

Zhou Xiaobei was a little unsatisfied and took off his underwear with his hands. Yang Rou struggled constantly, unwilling to take it off. Zhou Xiaobei was so anxious that he tore up his underwear with force, which was as good as his.

The moment the underwear was torn off, Yang Rou's vagina was exposed in Zhou Xiaobei's eyes without any obstruction, especially the two rosy labia.

Zhou Xiaobei!you!Yang Rou didn't say anything, but was interrupted by Zhou Xiaobei's actions.

She wanted to clamp her legs tightly.

Zhou Xiaobei's index finger had already penetrated into Yang Rou's pussy, and kept inserting it back and forth and pulling it out.