It’s also a big blame for causing trouble for Yao Ji, who insists on comparing someone with who can draw better. The judge is Liu Fan, the only son of the two.
Yao Ji is quite confident in her painting skills, and Xiao Baozi has always been inclined to her. She thought she was sure to win, but the little guy looked at her with a stern look and said that although her paintings were superb and had shortcomings, Liu Chenzhou's paintings were actually quite interesting.
Yao Ji was cheated by her son, and she couldn't blame Xiao Baozi for being serious and accepting her defeat. The punishment for her loss was to let Liu Chenzhou make a painting on her.
This painting is not just a simple taste than before, but it is to draw a picture of peony with every inch of her snow skin as the base.
It took a long time and the steps were complicated. Liu Chenzhou always deliberately slow down and played with her with brushes of different thicknesses under the guise of painting.
Either he poked the tip of his pen into his pussy and stirred it, or shaved the tender breasts with thick and hard hair. Every time Yao Ji was tortured by him, she cried and screamed. In order to beg for mercy, she agreed to any excessive request.
Now that he was about to use the same trick again, Yao Ji couldn't help but shrink inward, but was grabbed by her ankle and dragged it forward. Her pussy, which was oozing with vaginal fluid, hit the man's crotch. Through the hem of her clothes, she was hit by her big cock that had already been hardened.
Um……
She let out a sound, and her vagina shrank hungrily, and even sucked the material in a little.
Liu Chenzhou fell down the tip of his pen and turned around the gradually awakening little lust: Where did you draw last time, huh?
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It turned out that the beauty had already painted big peony on her flawless snow skin.
The dazzling color is like the beauty in the snow waves, with double petals spreading from the jade peak on her chest to her flat belly.
When you reach the legs and hip petals, paint the buds that are about to bloom, which seem to be tender pussy that has not yet bloomed.
Asshole?When the man curled the corners of his lips, around his anus, did Yaoyao like to draw flower buds or petals?
Either way, it is obviously another ravage.The beauty bit her lips and looked at him with tears in her eyes, but her current lewd look will only make the man want to play with her more and more.
He reached out and patted his round honey buttocks, and he signaled Yao Ji to turn around and stick out her butt: Be good, spread your legs a little... Stick your butt up again, yes... Beier really...
Well,... The beauty hummed in a low voice and knelt on the desk, her slender legs spread wide open, and immediately exposed the beautiful stamens painted on the base of her legs.
The little asshole couldn't breathe as she breathed. Under Liu Chenzhou's gaze, the already sensitive hole shrank even more. I don't know whether it was fear or desire, but it shrank even harder than before.
As the tip of the pen fell, he began to paint carefully.
The empty big hand grabbed Yao Ji's buttocks and prevented her from struggling. Her handsome face was sometimes close to the dense part of the hips. She suddenly got closer and looked carefully, and then pulled away to think about the composition.
The hot breath brushed back and forth, not only the little asshole, but the tender pussy in front of it was ticking and ticking, and it was so itchy that it couldn't stand it.
Husband, Husband... The beauty moaned in tears. It was so itchy, little... the pussy was so itchy......
If it gets itchy, just poke it with your fingers. However, Liu Chenzhou seemed unmoved, but instead slapped it on his butt. The painting has been drawn for a month, and if it doesn’t finish it, how long do you want to delay it?
Woo...
Yao Ji couldn't, so she had to reach her little hand between her legs and knead the flower core.
But how can I relieve my thirst through the shoe? Knowing that Liu Chenzhou did it on purpose, she could only twist her waist and rub her buttocks with her buttocks: No, Xiao Jin wants to eat his dick, well... Only my husband's dick can relieve Yaoyao...
I'm painting for my husband, how can I feed my dick to you? Huh?
Fingers, fingers can also......... She couldn't wait. She felt that the man had fed two fingers in. Her pussy immediately sucked hard with the foreign object. Her delicate body twisted and stroked it back and forth, and her two breasts were shaken so hard that it was very lewd.
The situation was like the current one when painting before, but at that time, where Liu Chenzhou painted, she was on her chest and lower abdomen, so the man inserted his penis into it and fucked his little pussy while writing.
The beauty was so panting and sweating that she was sweating profusely by his flesh. Her scarlet skin was a little more gorgeous than peony.
At this moment, she had to temporarily put the man's fingers in her mouth and knead and play with her breasts. After finally finishing drawing the petals around her anus, she picked her up and turned over. Her legs were sprayed with lewd juice, and she was so fucking like this.
Little slut, can't wait for a moment?
The man smiled and patted his swollen snow breasts, released his penis between his legs, and thrust his waist instantly filled the increasingly empty flower path.
He likes to tease her and to hang her up and down, but he does not deliberately torture her, but likes to listen to her soft begging for mercy. When the crying voice sounds, he seems willing to die even if he dies.
This lustful joy didn't stop until late at night. Liu Chenzhou heard the servants outside the door whispering: Master, the young master is back, is it a meal?
Um.
He responded casually, pulling out his weak penis from the flower path after ejaculation.
As soon as the blockage was lost, large streams of white and turbid vaginal fluid immediately surged out of the mouth of the vagina.
Yao Ji was sleeping soundly on the bed, her starry eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could still hear her whisper in her sleep: No, um... it's too big, don't...
Liu Chenzhou leaned down and kissed the swollen little red mouth again.
At this time, her snowy skin was painted with peony in different postures. Her two slender legs were covered with colorful and beautiful legs from the base of her legs to the ankles.
When the painting ended here, Liu Chenzhou put one of her legs in the bend of her arms, and half of her body was almost hanging in the air before he finished writing.
In this way, he could still insert his penis into his tender pussy and fuck him. He finished drawing one leg and then switched to the other side. When he growled and ejaculated with a lot of thick semen, the whole peony picture was almost completed.
This should be the most satisfactory painting that Liu Chenzhou was painting. After careful consideration, he pulled the quilt and gently covered his wife. He walked to the window and opened the window to disperse the love atmosphere in the house.
The desk of the book was in a mess, and the water stains left before had not dried up. Liu Chenzhou's eyes fell in the large celadon jar next to the desk, with several rolled paintings in the urn, including the fishing by the river that he did when he was gambling with Yao Ji last time, and the plum blossoms he had painted for Yao Ji before.
There is only one picture, and it is not the little things that happened to the two of them when they got along.
There is only a towering tree in the painting, as tall as if it is endless. Under the tree, a little girl seems to be looking up at the tree, and also seems to be looking into the distance.
He remembered that when Yao Ji saw her accidentally, she once said that the girl in the painting looked very similar to her childhood.
Could it be that you met me when you were a child?She joked, "Are I still your dream lover a long time ago?"
But this tree... Looking at the towering tree in the painting, she frowned, as if thinking, and felt a little strange.
What's strange?
have no idea.She shook her head. She had never seen this tree before, but for some reason, she just felt that this tree must have towered into the clouds and covered the sky, as if... there was a little familiarity.
...Is there really such a tall tree in the world?She murmured in a low voice, Yao Ji couldn't help laughing. Even if she had it, she could only grow in the Heavenly Palace, but she had never seen it before.
Such a small thing was quickly thrown by her.Liu Chenzhou carefully rolled the picture. She had no idea at all, but it didn't matter, as long as he remembered it, it would be enough.
Yao Ji is quite confident in her painting skills, and Xiao Baozi has always been inclined to her. She thought she was sure to win, but the little guy looked at her with a stern look and said that although her paintings were superb and had shortcomings, Liu Chenzhou's paintings were actually quite interesting.
Yao Ji was cheated by her son, and she couldn't blame Xiao Baozi for being serious and accepting her defeat. The punishment for her loss was to let Liu Chenzhou make a painting on her.
This painting is not just a simple taste than before, but it is to draw a picture of peony with every inch of her snow skin as the base.
It took a long time and the steps were complicated. Liu Chenzhou always deliberately slow down and played with her with brushes of different thicknesses under the guise of painting.
Either he poked the tip of his pen into his pussy and stirred it, or shaved the tender breasts with thick and hard hair. Every time Yao Ji was tortured by him, she cried and screamed. In order to beg for mercy, she agreed to any excessive request.
Now that he was about to use the same trick again, Yao Ji couldn't help but shrink inward, but was grabbed by her ankle and dragged it forward. Her pussy, which was oozing with vaginal fluid, hit the man's crotch. Through the hem of her clothes, she was hit by her big cock that had already been hardened.
Um……
She let out a sound, and her vagina shrank hungrily, and even sucked the material in a little.
Liu Chenzhou fell down the tip of his pen and turned around the gradually awakening little lust: Where did you draw last time, huh?
.................................................................................................................................
It turned out that the beauty had already painted big peony on her flawless snow skin.
The dazzling color is like the beauty in the snow waves, with double petals spreading from the jade peak on her chest to her flat belly.
When you reach the legs and hip petals, paint the buds that are about to bloom, which seem to be tender pussy that has not yet bloomed.
Asshole?When the man curled the corners of his lips, around his anus, did Yaoyao like to draw flower buds or petals?
Either way, it is obviously another ravage.The beauty bit her lips and looked at him with tears in her eyes, but her current lewd look will only make the man want to play with her more and more.
He reached out and patted his round honey buttocks, and he signaled Yao Ji to turn around and stick out her butt: Be good, spread your legs a little... Stick your butt up again, yes... Beier really...
Well,... The beauty hummed in a low voice and knelt on the desk, her slender legs spread wide open, and immediately exposed the beautiful stamens painted on the base of her legs.
The little asshole couldn't breathe as she breathed. Under Liu Chenzhou's gaze, the already sensitive hole shrank even more. I don't know whether it was fear or desire, but it shrank even harder than before.
As the tip of the pen fell, he began to paint carefully.
The empty big hand grabbed Yao Ji's buttocks and prevented her from struggling. Her handsome face was sometimes close to the dense part of the hips. She suddenly got closer and looked carefully, and then pulled away to think about the composition.
The hot breath brushed back and forth, not only the little asshole, but the tender pussy in front of it was ticking and ticking, and it was so itchy that it couldn't stand it.
Husband, Husband... The beauty moaned in tears. It was so itchy, little... the pussy was so itchy......
If it gets itchy, just poke it with your fingers. However, Liu Chenzhou seemed unmoved, but instead slapped it on his butt. The painting has been drawn for a month, and if it doesn’t finish it, how long do you want to delay it?
Woo...
Yao Ji couldn't, so she had to reach her little hand between her legs and knead the flower core.
But how can I relieve my thirst through the shoe? Knowing that Liu Chenzhou did it on purpose, she could only twist her waist and rub her buttocks with her buttocks: No, Xiao Jin wants to eat his dick, well... Only my husband's dick can relieve Yaoyao...
I'm painting for my husband, how can I feed my dick to you? Huh?
Fingers, fingers can also......... She couldn't wait. She felt that the man had fed two fingers in. Her pussy immediately sucked hard with the foreign object. Her delicate body twisted and stroked it back and forth, and her two breasts were shaken so hard that it was very lewd.
The situation was like the current one when painting before, but at that time, where Liu Chenzhou painted, she was on her chest and lower abdomen, so the man inserted his penis into it and fucked his little pussy while writing.
The beauty was so panting and sweating that she was sweating profusely by his flesh. Her scarlet skin was a little more gorgeous than peony.
At this moment, she had to temporarily put the man's fingers in her mouth and knead and play with her breasts. After finally finishing drawing the petals around her anus, she picked her up and turned over. Her legs were sprayed with lewd juice, and she was so fucking like this.
Little slut, can't wait for a moment?
The man smiled and patted his swollen snow breasts, released his penis between his legs, and thrust his waist instantly filled the increasingly empty flower path.
He likes to tease her and to hang her up and down, but he does not deliberately torture her, but likes to listen to her soft begging for mercy. When the crying voice sounds, he seems willing to die even if he dies.
This lustful joy didn't stop until late at night. Liu Chenzhou heard the servants outside the door whispering: Master, the young master is back, is it a meal?
Um.
He responded casually, pulling out his weak penis from the flower path after ejaculation.
As soon as the blockage was lost, large streams of white and turbid vaginal fluid immediately surged out of the mouth of the vagina.
Yao Ji was sleeping soundly on the bed, her starry eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could still hear her whisper in her sleep: No, um... it's too big, don't...
Liu Chenzhou leaned down and kissed the swollen little red mouth again.
At this time, her snowy skin was painted with peony in different postures. Her two slender legs were covered with colorful and beautiful legs from the base of her legs to the ankles.
When the painting ended here, Liu Chenzhou put one of her legs in the bend of her arms, and half of her body was almost hanging in the air before he finished writing.
In this way, he could still insert his penis into his tender pussy and fuck him. He finished drawing one leg and then switched to the other side. When he growled and ejaculated with a lot of thick semen, the whole peony picture was almost completed.
This should be the most satisfactory painting that Liu Chenzhou was painting. After careful consideration, he pulled the quilt and gently covered his wife. He walked to the window and opened the window to disperse the love atmosphere in the house.
The desk of the book was in a mess, and the water stains left before had not dried up. Liu Chenzhou's eyes fell in the large celadon jar next to the desk, with several rolled paintings in the urn, including the fishing by the river that he did when he was gambling with Yao Ji last time, and the plum blossoms he had painted for Yao Ji before.
There is only one picture, and it is not the little things that happened to the two of them when they got along.
There is only a towering tree in the painting, as tall as if it is endless. Under the tree, a little girl seems to be looking up at the tree, and also seems to be looking into the distance.
He remembered that when Yao Ji saw her accidentally, she once said that the girl in the painting looked very similar to her childhood.
Could it be that you met me when you were a child?She joked, "Are I still your dream lover a long time ago?"
But this tree... Looking at the towering tree in the painting, she frowned, as if thinking, and felt a little strange.
What's strange?
have no idea.She shook her head. She had never seen this tree before, but for some reason, she just felt that this tree must have towered into the clouds and covered the sky, as if... there was a little familiarity.
...Is there really such a tall tree in the world?She murmured in a low voice, Yao Ji couldn't help laughing. Even if she had it, she could only grow in the Heavenly Palace, but she had never seen it before.
Such a small thing was quickly thrown by her.Liu Chenzhou carefully rolled the picture. She had no idea at all, but it didn't matter, as long as he remembered it, it would be enough.
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