Chapter 12 The Beautiful Nightmare H

He was in a deep state. When he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to the dilapidated house he lived with his parents when he was a child.

Brother Nan... Slow down Ah, um, Mu Yang is watching Ah...

Mom is wearing a thin suspender, Dad is shirtless, his shorts are half-falling, and he presses his mother against the wall of the living room and keeps pushing her back

Chen Muyang only opened a crack in the door, stood barefoot on the floor, staring at his hugging and entangled parents

He looked up at the door handle, above his head, and it turned out that he had become shorter and turned into a child again

The man's back arched the bones, and his originally sharp and cold eyes were burning with the fire of sexual desire.

Dad's skeleton-shaped eyebrows are thick and handsome, but it always makes people feel that he looks very angry

Well... It seems that it's okay again, and you don't have to learn in the future, so you will know how to fuck a woman. Chen Qingnan fiercely pressed Song Min's upper body on the backrest of the sofa, and asked her to stick her butt high

He looked at his wife's elastic buttocks trembled and moaned in his mouth as he pushed them.

It makes people feel itchy

Chen Qingnan slapped her ass with his backhand, pinched her waist, and thrust hard.

Song Min's messy hair was shaking around. On the one hand, she was looked at by her son and felt ashamed. On the other hand, the man behind her was fucking her to death with powerful movements.

Did you feel comfortable just now? Try to give you a needle next time to put it on your butt? Chen Qingnan stroked her buttocks with a hint of point

Song Min turned her head in fear, don't... Brother Nan, I'll still thug on the arm... Well, AhAh...

Chen Qingnan suddenly pressed the back of her neck and pressed it down. The hard-swelling genital suddenly poked heavily into the mouth of the uterus. Song Min cried and raised her head.

While fucking his wife, he happened to catch a glimpse of his son behind the crack in the door

A little bastard, I know how to peek every time

What the hell are you always peeking at? Get back, Chen Qingnan yelled, and Chen Muyang immediately closed the door.

The father outside the door was still cursing: I knew you were going to see your father fuck your mother at a young age. Why? Will you become a rapist when you grow up?

What did you say to your son!

Please be quiet for me. After that, it was my mother's weak moan again.

Chen Muyang sat on the edge of his small bed, and finally lay down bored, and suddenly he was dizzy.

He seemed to have fallen into a vortex. When he came to his senses, he turned back to his reality. A 15-year-old boy

This is his and Song Yiran's room. He sat on the bed, but found that the quilt under him was bulging. Is there someone wrapped in the quilt? Who is it?

Chen Muyang gently pulled down a little bit of the quilt, and he was shocked. It was Song Yiran who was asleep.

Her eyelashes are long and erect, her lips are pouty, and her sleeping face is peaceful and peaceful.

How could she be in her bed?

Someone suddenly patted his shoulder, and Chen Muyang turned his head suddenly, it was his father

Chen Qingnan looked at his son with a smile, and gradually came over and said: Dad, I'll bring you the little girl you like.

He subconsciously shook his head and murmured cowardly: No...she is her sister, a relative

Chen Qingnan's nostrils made a naked sneer: Nā, who are you lying? He has become lustful and still refuses to admit that she will run away from others and get fucked to call her around. Just cry.

Chen Muyang immediately opened his eyes wide and glared back at him gloomy: "Don't you just shit, can't you put your mouth clean?"

You can curse people, can Ah ask his father to teach you next?

Chen Qingnan was about to help him lift the quilt on the girl's body, but Chen Muyang punched her in the face. His father's body instantly turned into a ball of white smoke and disappeared.

Chen Muyang gasped, and his hands trembled and uncovered the quilt. The girl's naked and fair body gradually exposed to the air, emitting a brilliant brilliance.

A quiet sleeping face, a shallow breath, a slightly undulating chest, a small breast, a soft waist, a slender legs, a small black jungle between the legs

Chen Muyang's hand uncontrollably stroked her slightly red face. It was really soft and tender. This sneaky touch made him feel ashamed and stimulating.

He leaned over and pressed against her forehead so that he could observe her up close

Unconsciously, a pair of hands began to linger on her body, and finally gently held one of the breasts.

It's really soft everywhere, it looks thin

The boy's youthful touch and caress were like a thin gauze brushing on her skin

Sweat dripped on her, and Song Yiran frowned in her sleep

Chen Muyang was terrified to pay attention to her reaction, confirming that she had not woken up, slowly stretched out her legs, and then stared at the secret place

He took a breath, reached out and fiddled with her flowery lips a few times, found the entrance, took off his pants impatiently, revealing his already sore penis, and pressed it against the hole.

Chen Muyang, who was burning with desire, stepped forward into his sister's body regardless of concern. Song Yiran woke up in pain. Seeing the person on her body, she immediately twisted her waist and struggled.

Chen Muyang used only one hand to press her hands firmly above her head, and the other hand covered her mouth, and stabbed her directly into the depths under her wide eyes.

As he moved, she started crying with tears in her eyes

While kissing her wet eyes, Chen Muyang muttered: Sister... I'm sorry, no, I don't want to call you sister Ranran...

Below was thorny by the girl's fine tender flesh, and the sound of water was gurgling in a moment

He sucked the tears around Song Yiran's eyes, and the exhaled heat sprayed on her eyelids, and broken moans flowed between the fingers covering her mouth.

The girl's erect nipples were rubbing against his chest from time to time, and the pleasure like electric current spread across her chest.

He looked at her from a high point. Song Yiran's eyes were red and her eyelashes were wet with tears, so they were no longer clearly visible. The hand covering her mouth was a little wet by the heat coming out of her mouth. After he slowly let go, he found that he had red marks on her face, but he was so pity-like

At this time, some strange desire in his heart was aroused, and he buried his head in her neck like a devil, took a deep breath, and after smelling the familiar fragrance, he bit it lightly like a prank.

Chen Muyang's movements were not fast, but the invasion of foreign objects made her swell and painful. Her head was drowsy and she was thrusting slowly and quickly, and her eyes were out of focus.

As he ate the marrow and the thrusting became more and more intense, Song Yiran kicked her legs randomly and moved her body randomly.

The young man who had eaten meat looked like a newly grown beast, trying hard to conquer the little female beast under him, and the bed on the upper and lower bunks was shaken constantly.

Chen Muyang suddenly saw the red marks on her pressed wrist and regretted it. After letting go of her hands, Song Yiran immediately hit him hard.

Chen Muyang had no other choice but to pull her up and hold her in his arms, hugging her tightly, and the hard hot iron underneath kept poking up and down.

He comforted softly: I don't want to hurt you... Don't move around, okay...

Woo... It hurts so much... Song Yiran lay on his shoulder and sobbed, her weak hands pressing on his back, and her teeth bit the bones on his shoulders

Chen Muyang was bitten and hurt, so he pinched her chin and pursed her mouth unhappily when he saw her

He wanted to kiss her, but she stepped back a little and avoided it

Chen Muyang frowned, pressed the back of her head hard, and suddenly pressed on her lips.

While kissing, his genitals went deeper and opened up his own territory.

At the end, Chen Muyang pushed her down on the bed. Her two slender legs were folded onto his chest and pressed them to death. A white light and shadow were swaying in front of her eyes. That was her body.

This posture made her clearly see how lustful the two people's lower body was when they were intercourse, and water was squeezed out from time to time.

He held her ankle and thrust back and forth for a long time, finally ejaculated his semen into her body

The intense pleasure of continuously invading the girl's delicate palace wall during ejaculation made him tilt his head and growl and sigh, while Song Yiran felt that her lower body was full and sticky and uncomfortable.

Being ejaculated is like being invaded, and there is a place that seems to be taken away by him.

Chen Muyang pulled out his soft genitals and forced her legs to spread so that he could see how the semen he had ejaculated slowly poured out of her little mouth.

At this time, his father's voice sounded in his ears: It seems you are just a bastard.

Chen Muyang hurriedly covered the two of them with quilts. When he looked back, he saw that there was no one around.

Suddenly, it was pitch black around. When Chen Muyang woke up, he found that there was a sticky feeling in his pants.

His face suddenly changed, his heart could not be beaten. He turned his head and saw that the alarm clock on the table showed six o'clock.

He kept scolding himself in his heart, staring at the bed with confusion for a while on the bed, and finally couldn't stand the sticky pants, so he got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash his pants.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Muyang stood on the balcony after drying his pants, staring at the orange-red sky in the east and the sun hiding behind the tall buildings, dazed intently.

God, Ah God, I'm such a bastard

Chen Muyang walked back to the room and saw one of her legs exposed under the thin blanket, lying quietly and lying flat on her face every time she had her period, she slept very restrainedly.

He has now stood up a lot more than her bedside guardrail. Most of the time he gets up earlier, so he has basically seen her sleeping face and sleeping posture.

He stood beside the bed and stared at her for a while. Song Yiran seemed to be still dreaming. Through his eyelids, he could see his eyes turning uneasily.

He spread his hair on the pillow, he casually held a tug and rubbed it, and finally lay back on his bed, pillowing his arms, his eyes flashing in a dim and unclear manner.

There was a voice echoing in my ears: Fucking ball, would you like to take a gamble?