Chapter 83 Dream (H)

Fu Zhen was sleeping in a daze. Maybe it was because of the guilt of refusing Xia Fengyang last night. She vaguely heard the sound of motorcycles.

Every time I am having Fu Zhen with Xia Fengyang, I feel so happy, but it's a nightmare when I get up the next day

The rough man didn't understand Pity Xiangxiyu, and he couldn't hold back his strength in the second half, so he tried hard to get her

Fu Zhen was sore and uncomfortable that he didn't want to get up. He rubbed his eyes with his little hands and rolled on the bed for a few times before finally getting off the floor.

Open the door next door quietly and hear the footsteps before going to bed. Although it was very light, it was also caught by her little ears.

The room was covered with a black curtain, and the light outside could not be seen at all. Fu Chen had just sent Xia Fengyang away, and the wine in the room was solved by the two of them. At this moment, he was drunk and just as his head was stained with a pillow, he fell asleep, and his breathing was very loud.

He fell into a charming fairyland, surrounded by pink and purple flowers, and a cloud of smoke came over, carrying the fragrance of roses. There was a woman wearing a veil, and her waist tag was engraved with the word "Zhen"

She was graceful, climbing up to his naked body, calling him 'brother~'

The fair hands swam on him, then knelt between his crotch, and used the two red lips that were even more delicate than the petals to hold his clone.

Ah…uh…uh…

The veil blocked the little face, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but her bright eyes were filled with a pool of spring water, and he was deeply attracted.

He gently stroked the hanging hair that was tied into a fairy bun on his big hand. The ink hair was as thin as satin, soft and smooth as he could not put it down. He gently picked off the golden hibiscus hairpin, and the bun was scattered. He raised his hand to pin the broken hair behind her ears. Pink cherry blossom petals floated in the air

The penis seemed to be inserted into a water hole, warm and wet, the hole seemed to be alive, sucking tightly at the root of the dragon, the bell mouth reached the soft and elastic flesh, and the sperm kept coming out of the urethra

The fire in the lower abdomen gradually increased, the veil was so sexy that the pubic hair was itchy, and the petals around him circled and flew. He grabbed the fairy called "Zhen", pushed up his hips and stuffed them into her mouth, and saw transparent pearls overflowing from her eyes, and felt pleasure in her heart.

He didn't feel any pain when he pressed the back of her head with his palm pressing his little teeth as crystal as a shell on the stick. The giant thing kept growing in the fairy's mouth. The cherry mouth couldn't hold, and the two corners seemed to be about to crack, and sweet water flowed out from the side.

"Zhen" seemed to be about to escape, he hurriedly used the base of his thick thighs to clamp her head and ordered her to serve him.

The fairy was not struggling in reality, obeyed him, picked up the two dragon eggs under the dragon root in both hands and rubbed them gently

The tailbone rushed up with a wonderful pleasure, and the sky suddenly burst into lightning and thunder, and the veins of the penis stood up. He held the black yarn tightly under his body, and pushed his waist up with the force. The heat flow rushed out of his body quickly and sprayed it into Zhen's mouth along the faucet.

The surroundings are restored to tranquility, the rose-scented breeze blew gently, the soft and tender tongue licked his genitals, as if he loved it very much, and the cherry lips sucked the small eyes on the bell mouth until it no longer flowed.

"Zhen" kissed his lower abdomen, stroked his tense muscles, gently covered him with a black quilt, and disappeared into the smoke-filled fairyland along the clouds.

Baby, why is it so popular here?

Qinglin gently stroked Fu Zhen's little face and found that the apple muscles were straight on the side of his face as if they were bullied, and he was slapped in pink.

It's okay~. The car was a little hot when I came, and I'll get out in a while

Fu Zhen pulled Qinglin's hand and fingers tightly. Fu Chen asked her to have a full meal early in the morning. Although the process was a bit rough, it was better to explain the delicious semen in her mouth than to get it into other women.

Fu Zhen is extremely possessive. Even if he quarreled, he still had to hand over the public food to her before letting her go, such as Xia Fengyang last night and Fu Chen early in the morning.

What do you want to eat on Sunday?I'll buy it in advance and make what you like

Qinglin put his other hand on his slender waist. He loved the beautiful curve of his waist the most, and he didn't want to let go when he touched it.

He is now full of his heart on Fu Zhen. He can be alone at home with her on Sunday. He can't help but feel in love whenever he thinks about it.

Qing Lin had simulated countless scenes of having sex with Fu Zhen in his mind, hoping to realize those scenes one by one, so he tried to coax the little woman in different ways. Even if he didn't pay attention, he actually spoiled Fu Zhen very much.

Fu Zhenxing's eyes were shining brightly, showing an innocent smile, and whispered close to her ears. The unique sweet fragrance of a woman stimulated her nose, and the wool dragon hidden in her boxer pants was folded up.

Want to eat you

When Fu Chen woke up, the sun had already set westward, lifting up the quilt, and the clothes were intact, and there were a few drops of nocturnal emission in the middle of the underwear. When he woke up from his spring dream, the giant thing was still hard, and the glans was wet.

I obviously ejaculated, why are there only a few drops?

Fu Chen felt strange. When he thought about it again, wasn't the fairy in the dream just Fu Zhen? She looked half-covered in ancient costume, charming and graceful, and her cherry mouth seemed to have used fairy skills, which made his soul intoxicated.

The thing between the crotch jumped up and down and hit the legs. Fu Chen quickly cut off the thought and put the cold water to the maximum when he entered the bathroom. He obviously tasted the taste, but he was still like a young boy. His desire was so hot that he could not even water the cold water.

Early Sunday morning, it was dawn, and Fu Zhen got up to clean up, took out a beautiful handbag from the side cabinet, put some bottles and jars in, and then picked and chose in front of the wardrobe. As Qing Lin liked, he brought a few pajamas and two new sets of school uniforms.

When she arrived at the entrance of Qinglinjia Community, she told Gao Chi that she would not be able to pick her up in the afternoon. She got off the car and carried her bag to the building in the middle.

I understand, let her go

Fu Chen slept in the company last night. He just got home and finished washing up. He wanted to go to the next door to see the little woman, but asked her if she wanted to go out to play.

Gao Chi nipped this vision of proactively showing goodwill in the cradle with a phone call

There is a jewelry exhibition in SHL in the afternoon. Is Mr. Xiao Fu going to?I've put the invitation letter in your office

What category is this time?Do you know?

I heard it is a retro category, the most expensive one is a yellow gem necklace, I don't know much about the others

The word retro is heard, Fu Chen is intrigued, his eyebrows are slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth are hanging back to his original position.

Go, now go back to the company and bring the invitation letter, and then come to Fu's house to pick me up

Fu Zhen stood outside the door in a plain white dress, beautiful and gentle, which made Qinglin's heart move. As expected, no matter how this woman dressed up, she always pointed it to herself.

The love planted in the heart has taken root and sprouted. Every time Fu Zhen takes care of him, the deeper it will drill.

Qinglin is still simple white clothes and gray pants. He is anxious to open the door. He is not wearing glasses, and a few short hairs are sucked in front of his forehead. It seems that he has just washed his face.

Maybe she came too early, Qinglin was a little surprised. Seeing that she was carrying a heavy bag in her hand, she raised her hand to take it and let her in the door.

Good morning~Looking

Fu Zhen hugged the man and put a good morning kiss on Jun's face. He was always warm, unlike those three people.

But Fu Zhen always had a way to make the cold water boil. Qing Lin smiled and gently stroked his black hair, asking.

The young couple did serious things in the morning, and the most difficult problems could be easily solved. The weekend homework was completed quickly, and Fu Zhen also did a few more sets of exercises, which was extremely efficient.

When someone finished the task, he relaxed and his little claws began to move restlessly. Qinglin grabbed his thin wrist, raised his eyes to see the time, put his palm on Fu Zhen's soft belly, and asked in a low voice.

Are you hungry?

Seeing her nodding obediently, Qinglin kissed her red lips twice like a dragonfly, got up and went to the kitchen

While Qinglin was preparing lunch, Fu Zhen was not idle either. He opened his bag and hung the dress he brought into the closet.

The woman's clothes are bright in color, injecting vitality into the large and single plain clothes

The originally empty drawers were filled with cosmetics, and there were some bright bottles and jars in the bathroom corners. The couple's toothbrush cups on the sink all send out signals.

There is a hostess in this room

After occupying the territory, the little witch hurried to the kitchen, trying to see how the man looked like when he was touched with spring water.

Fu Chen also cooked, but most of the time, Fu Zhen didn't know. When she wanted to go and see, Fu Chen had already brought the food in front of her, unlike now, who could see the man's figure clearly through the glass door.

Qinglin wore a gray apron with a straight waist, like a pine and bamboo. Although she had never practiced it, her demeanor was better than that of a dancer.

One hand is thinking about the handle of the pot, the red and green inside is mixed, and then it is steadily returned to the pot.

He looked calm and focused on the ingredients, which made Fu Zhen a little jealous of the dish

Qinglin held the bowl, and the chopsticks on the palm of his hand were covered with thin sweat. He carefully glanced at the expression of the person next to him, and saw her picking up a piece of crispy meat into her mouth. Her eyes opened larger than before, her eyebrows stretched out, and she put another piece into the bowl.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Zhen did not tell him his likes and dislikes. He had to cook a few special dishes. When he saw Fu Zhen liked it, he felt relieved.