After hearing this, Yao Ji's face suddenly appeared red. She met the man's deep eyes, and she was dressed in a very good manner, as if she had been stripped of all of her body, and she exposed her delicate body naked in front of him.
Although they were a couple for more than two years, Yao Ji had just given birth and had been in a state of no way for half a year. She was watched by Pei Yan, and her legs were weak and her waist was weak, and her big eyes were filled with water, and her heart was itchy.
How could she not know what kind of play she would face next if she took off her clothes.
But his slender hands couldn't help but fall on the button. With a sound between his lips, the skirt fell slowly to the ground. He untied his clothes as he spoke, leaning on the couch with only a gauze that barely covered his breasts.
Pei Yan walked over and gently took off the jade hairpin from her bun. A black hair like ink was dispersed, covering most of the beauty's snow-white back. Her hair was brushed against her round buttocks and hidden in her thighs.
Such a good way.Pei Yan looked at it carefully before nodding with satisfaction, walked to the easel and started painting.
The painting has actually been mostly completed, and only some subtle details are left to be outlined.
Pei Yan used to be blind and only learned some painting skills before he was eight years old. He was considered a novice in this way. Therefore, when Yao Ji heard that he wanted to learn painting, she naturally guided him carefully and followed everything.
Pei Yan is worthy of the world's omnipotent evaluation of him. When he learns painting, he makes a quick progress, but he does not love landscapes, nor does he like flowers and birds, and he only studies the skills of painting beauty.
The thirteen pictures of beauties he painted were all Yao Ji without exception.
There are those who hopped over the flowers, those who watched the moon by the bridge, and the Yao Ji in the painting is either cute and naive, or elegant... Pei Yan seems to be obsessed with putting the scenery she sees in her eyes on the tip of her pen and then engraving it in her heart.
Yao Ji still remembers that after he returned to the Ming Dynasty, the night when the two of them had a wedding night, the love that the man brought to her was crazy and lasting. She asked her again and again, holding her face and kissing every inch of her body.
Yao Ji was tossed and lay on the bed for several days. After recovering, her legs were still hot.
She knew Pei Yan's knot, how could a person who had been blind for more than ten years not lose his composure in this situation?
So Yao Ji willingly endured the man's request, and even took the initiative to hook his neck and shake her little butt and beg the man to fuck her to death.
After Pei Yan calmed down, he saw that her body was covered in purple and purple, so he naturally felt sorry for her. Although she never had such a thing since then, she was less gentle than before and more powerful than before.
Whether he is gentle or strong, Yao Ji likes it.
Therefore, the more Pei Yan's beauty pictures are, the more colorful they are. They bathed out of the water and untied their clothes under the moon. Yao Ji followed them one by one.
The man even asked her to spread her legs and expose her tender pussy for him to describe it carefully. When the emotions were so deep, she inserted it and fucked her while painting.
The beauty picture made in this way is probably a idler who is afraid that just by taking a glance, he will be unable to suppress his feelings and lose his composure on the spot.
However, how could Pei Yan see this scroll of his beautiful wife? He kept each beauty picture tightly and only took it out to enjoy it with Yao Ji when it was rising. In the painting, the beauty was pink and full of spring, and her beloved wife was crying in a row, and her vagina was filled with sensation, and she was filled with romance and happiness.
Pei Yan has been abstinent for more than half a year and has not eaten the smell of meat for several months. How can he be patient?
The penis between the crotch was already as hard as iron. If it weren't for the idea of playing with Yao Ji for a long time, I would have to lift up the robe immediately and fuck it into the tender and ecstasy cave.
Therefore, while he was painting, he was surfing Yao Ji with a deep and scorching gaze. The girl's white body, as white as jade, turned delicate and pink, making her look more and more charming.
The man may say slowly: Spread his legs a little, expose his pussy, touch your breasts, well... Be good, play with your nipples, don't use too much force, two fingers are enough... A gentle and jade-like voice sounds from time to time, but the orders he says are becoming more and more lewd.
Yao Ji panted and played with her as she said, and there was already a lot of wet under her little butt. Husband... Her breath was unstable, and her words were full of the feelings of being moved. But, but it was never...
What did Yaoyao say?Pei Yan put down his wolf's hair and deliberately pretended to be puzzled.
Yao Ji knew that he wanted to say it himself, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the moans in her voice seemed to be broken into the air: Has your husband's painting been done? Yaoyao... Yaoyao couldn't help it, begged her husband, paused slightly, bit her cherry lips and said shyly, "Go Yaoyao's pussy."
Pei Yan shook his head: Although this painting is about to be completed, it lacks a little charm.
What... what charm?
People are paintings, and paintings are people. Only when people are paintings are integrated can they get the true taste. Pei Yan stood up, put down the wolf hair that was full of cinnabar in his hand, picked up a thicker green jade purple hair, licked it while washing the pen, curled his lips and said with a smile, "I feel something, and I want to write on my wife."
Although they were a couple for more than two years, Yao Ji had just given birth and had been in a state of no way for half a year. She was watched by Pei Yan, and her legs were weak and her waist was weak, and her big eyes were filled with water, and her heart was itchy.
How could she not know what kind of play she would face next if she took off her clothes.
But his slender hands couldn't help but fall on the button. With a sound between his lips, the skirt fell slowly to the ground. He untied his clothes as he spoke, leaning on the couch with only a gauze that barely covered his breasts.
Pei Yan walked over and gently took off the jade hairpin from her bun. A black hair like ink was dispersed, covering most of the beauty's snow-white back. Her hair was brushed against her round buttocks and hidden in her thighs.
Such a good way.Pei Yan looked at it carefully before nodding with satisfaction, walked to the easel and started painting.
The painting has actually been mostly completed, and only some subtle details are left to be outlined.
Pei Yan used to be blind and only learned some painting skills before he was eight years old. He was considered a novice in this way. Therefore, when Yao Ji heard that he wanted to learn painting, she naturally guided him carefully and followed everything.
Pei Yan is worthy of the world's omnipotent evaluation of him. When he learns painting, he makes a quick progress, but he does not love landscapes, nor does he like flowers and birds, and he only studies the skills of painting beauty.
The thirteen pictures of beauties he painted were all Yao Ji without exception.
There are those who hopped over the flowers, those who watched the moon by the bridge, and the Yao Ji in the painting is either cute and naive, or elegant... Pei Yan seems to be obsessed with putting the scenery she sees in her eyes on the tip of her pen and then engraving it in her heart.
Yao Ji still remembers that after he returned to the Ming Dynasty, the night when the two of them had a wedding night, the love that the man brought to her was crazy and lasting. She asked her again and again, holding her face and kissing every inch of her body.
Yao Ji was tossed and lay on the bed for several days. After recovering, her legs were still hot.
She knew Pei Yan's knot, how could a person who had been blind for more than ten years not lose his composure in this situation?
So Yao Ji willingly endured the man's request, and even took the initiative to hook his neck and shake her little butt and beg the man to fuck her to death.
After Pei Yan calmed down, he saw that her body was covered in purple and purple, so he naturally felt sorry for her. Although she never had such a thing since then, she was less gentle than before and more powerful than before.
Whether he is gentle or strong, Yao Ji likes it.
Therefore, the more Pei Yan's beauty pictures are, the more colorful they are. They bathed out of the water and untied their clothes under the moon. Yao Ji followed them one by one.
The man even asked her to spread her legs and expose her tender pussy for him to describe it carefully. When the emotions were so deep, she inserted it and fucked her while painting.
The beauty picture made in this way is probably a idler who is afraid that just by taking a glance, he will be unable to suppress his feelings and lose his composure on the spot.
However, how could Pei Yan see this scroll of his beautiful wife? He kept each beauty picture tightly and only took it out to enjoy it with Yao Ji when it was rising. In the painting, the beauty was pink and full of spring, and her beloved wife was crying in a row, and her vagina was filled with sensation, and she was filled with romance and happiness.
Pei Yan has been abstinent for more than half a year and has not eaten the smell of meat for several months. How can he be patient?
The penis between the crotch was already as hard as iron. If it weren't for the idea of playing with Yao Ji for a long time, I would have to lift up the robe immediately and fuck it into the tender and ecstasy cave.
Therefore, while he was painting, he was surfing Yao Ji with a deep and scorching gaze. The girl's white body, as white as jade, turned delicate and pink, making her look more and more charming.
The man may say slowly: Spread his legs a little, expose his pussy, touch your breasts, well... Be good, play with your nipples, don't use too much force, two fingers are enough... A gentle and jade-like voice sounds from time to time, but the orders he says are becoming more and more lewd.
Yao Ji panted and played with her as she said, and there was already a lot of wet under her little butt. Husband... Her breath was unstable, and her words were full of the feelings of being moved. But, but it was never...
What did Yaoyao say?Pei Yan put down his wolf's hair and deliberately pretended to be puzzled.
Yao Ji knew that he wanted to say it himself, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the moans in her voice seemed to be broken into the air: Has your husband's painting been done? Yaoyao... Yaoyao couldn't help it, begged her husband, paused slightly, bit her cherry lips and said shyly, "Go Yaoyao's pussy."
Pei Yan shook his head: Although this painting is about to be completed, it lacks a little charm.
What... what charm?
People are paintings, and paintings are people. Only when people are paintings are integrated can they get the true taste. Pei Yan stood up, put down the wolf hair that was full of cinnabar in his hand, picked up a thicker green jade purple hair, licked it while washing the pen, curled his lips and said with a smile, "I feel something, and I want to write on my wife."
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