Chapter 23 A night of spring

Lin Yuhe's breathing was suffocated, and in an instant his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Under the candlelight, Qin Sang's eyes were honey-colored, and for some reason it was still shining with water.

Lin Yuhe stretched out his hand and gently touched Qin Sang's cheek, as if he was stroking his most important treasure.

His eyes were filled with love, but his heart was filled with pain.

Lin Yuhe smiled bitterly, it seems that I can’t do anything to you.

Qin Sang blinked again and said nothing.

Time is infinitely stretched out at this moment, gentle and cruel.

Lin Yuhe picked Qin Sang up and Qin Sang hugged gently in his arms, wrapping his hands around his neck.

Even when Lin Yuhe put her on the bed, she hugged Lin Yuhe tightly.

Lin Yuhe had no choice but to pull Qin Sang's hand off.

Qin Sang was particularly dishonest for some reason. When his hand was torn apart, he took off Lin Yuhe's clothes. After taking it for a long time, he didn't take it away. Lin Yuhe's blood surging, and he reached out to pat her on the back of his hand, "Be good."

Qin Sang said obediently, lay flat on the bed, staring at Lin Yuhe.

Lin Yuhe was a little unnatural when she was staring at her, so she took off her clothes and exposed her strong chest.

Qin Sang reached out and wanted to touch her. Lin Yuhe grabbed her hand, pressed it aside, leaned down and took her lips in her mouth, and his other hand quickly untied Qin Sang's clothes.

Qin Sang stuck out his tongue to respond to Lin Yuhe, making a wet kiss.

Lin Yuhe's hands were filled with thick cocoons made by practicing swords, and Qin Sang was covered in soft flesh. He trembled gently like a kitten when touched.

They are obviously martial arts practitioners, but Qin Sang has fine skin and tender flesh, and is extremely delicate.

You should hurry up.Qin Sang acted softly at Lin Yuhe and twisted his waist uneasyly.

Lin Yuhe stretched out her fingers and placed them beside Qin Sang's lips. She consciously opened her mouth and held Lin Yuhe's fingers.

Lin Yuhe used Qin Sang's wet fingers to expand for her. After feeling the wetness, he replaced three fingers with his already swollen and painful lower body, pressed against Qin Sang's flower hole, and advanced in one fell swoop.

Qin Sang screamed in surprise and was covered by Lin Yuhe's mouth.

Lin Yuhe pressed on her and listened carefully. Seeing that no one noticed the situation in the room, he let go of his hand.

While kissing Qin Sang and asking her to whisper, he began to thrust one after another.

Qin Sang covered his mouth with his hands, and a small and sweet moan ejaculated from his fingers.

Lin Yuhe pushed her hand away and kissed her lips again.

Qin Sang was so angry that he was kissed that he was so angry that he finally stopped his head and muttered aggrievedly, "If you don't let me kiss you, I won't kiss you anymore."

Lin Yuhe was stunned and remembered what happened that night.

He put one hand around Qin Sang's waist with some complexity and heartache, and then broke her head back with the other hand, replaced words with actions, and bit Qin Sang's lips.

At the same time, the lower body moved more fiercely, as if he wanted to raise Qin Sang.

Qin Sang couldn't stand it and started crying sweetly again. Her lips were red with Lin Yuhe's kiss, and she was still covered with some unknown saliva.

She reached out and pushed Lin Yuhe's shoulders, and wanted to shrink back, but Lin Yuhe tightly controlled it.

Lin Yuhe made it deeper and pounded Qin Sang's most fragile point several times, and blocked Qin Sang's mouth with his lips before he was about to cry.

He held the plumpness on Qin Sang's chest in his hand, kneaded it one by one, and pinched Qin Sang's small breast beads like a prank.

Qin Sang kicked his long white legs and twisted his body unbearably.

When the first fierce attack passed, Qin Sang lay on the bed in a daze, his legs spread out, and the fucked flower hole had not yet closed, and it contracted slightly, revealing the red soft flesh inside.

The white turbid liquid mixed with love liquid slowly flowed out of the vagina.

Her body was covered with traces left by Lin Yuhe, her nose was red and her eyes were still not dry.

She was still stuck in the afterglow of her previous love, her lower abdomen twitching slightly, looking weak.

Lin Yuhe looked at her and thought that this was probably the best time to seize her.

He stretched out his hand, pulled Qin Sang's messy hair aside, and lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

When he left, Qin Sang raised his head slightly, as if he was expressing his reluctance to him.

Lin Yuhe felt his clone raise his head again.

Qin Sang felt a hot and thick approaching the entrance of her vagina. She looked at Lin Yuhe with some swaying consciousness and clamped her legs.

Lin Yuhe picked up her legs and folded them on her chest. Sangsang, a spring night, it's still early now.He slowly pushed his penis into Qin Sang's vagina, and the soft flesh in the vagina immediately wrapped him up, and the hot inner wall tightly clamped his clone.

Qin Sang clasped the sheets on both sides with his hands tightly and moaned softly.She closed her eyes, and there was still a tear on her eyelashes, looking very unscrupulous.Please slow down, she hid back.

Lin Yuhe calmly slowed down his movements, and he slowly pounded Qin Sang, every time he was in the center of the flower.

Qin Sang's legs were pressed by Lin Yuhe and could not move. Every time he couldn't stand it, he could only let Lin Yuhe penetrate deeper into her body.

Qin Sang gasped, biting his lower lip, screaming like a little cat, his face flushed and his eyes closed.

Lin Yuhe licked her lower lip that was bitten by herself, let go of the hands that were holding her legs, and pinched her cheeks.

Qin Sang relaxed slightly, opened his mouth, letting Lin Yuhe's tongue go straight in, sweeping and invading every part of her mouth.

The sexual matter just now was like a storm and could not resist it.

But now it's like boiling a frog in warm water. Lin Yuhe's movements are very slow, but every stroke is exchanged for Qin Sang's deep tremor.

The slow movement amplified Qin Sang's senses. She felt her hot penis twitch and grinding in her body, pushing herself to the top of the wave.

Qin Sang opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and tears were still spinning in it.While she was panting, she reached out to Lin Yuhe to hug her. Please hurry up. Her legs spontaneously wrapped around Lin Yuhe's waist.

Lin Yuhe gently held Qin Sang's earlobe and pulled it out, saying, "Does Sang Sang want to be slower or faster?"

Qin Sang locked his neck and hid Lin Yuhe's breath, and said in a low voice, "Hurry."

Lin Yuhe licked Qin Sang's ears, said good words in a calm voice, and then pressed Qin Sang's waist to start a new round of offensive.

Qin Sang's body was shaken by him. He almost hit the wooden board at the head of the bed several times, and was caught by Lin Yuhe.

Qin Sang cried in a low voice, his voice shattered, and the two balls of flesh on his chest also swayed with Lin Yuhe's movements.

Lin Yuhe poured into Qin Sang's body again, and he thought to himself, it would be great if Qin Sang could get pregnant.

He could take it for granted that person to trap him and not let him go anywhere.

He stared at Qin Sang directly, as if he wanted to carve this person into his bones.

Qin Sang lay on the bed with a loss of strength, his eyes closed, and his chest was rising and falling.

Lin Yuhe looked at it for a while, then lowered her head and bit her nipples.

Qin Sang snorted softly, slowly stretched out a hand, passed through Lin Yuhe's hair, and buried it behind his head.

Lin Yuhe grabbed Qin Sang's waist and hugged her upper body.

Qin Sang was like he had no bones and let Lin Yuhe fiddle with him.After Lin Yuhe asked Qin Sang to sit upright, he held her buttocks with both hands and placed her on his clone.

Qin Sang didn't like this position, and Lin Yuhe got into it very deeply, making her feel that she was almost being pushed by him.She pushed Lin Yuhe's shoulders and said in a low voice, "No more."

Lin Yuhe rubbed Qin Sang's nose and pressed her body down. Didn't he agree that he would have a night?His hands slid down Qin Sang's back and gently stroked Qin Sang's slippery back.

The hall is full of spring breeze again.