This is a luxury air-conditioned Jinlong bus from the provincial capital Heluo City to the most remote Ziguang County in the province.
Huang Haitao lowered his head carefully and looked greedily at the beautiful young woman who was leaning against his shoulder. Her beautiful and charming bangs fluttered with her even breathing, making Huang Haitao feel itchy for her, and she wished she could reach out to flirt with her.
But he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the beauty in his sleep. He had such a quiet sleep, peaceful and gentle state, and he couldn't bear to break this quiet moment
Huang Ying's facial features are extremely beautiful. Her crescent-like black eyebrows and long curly eyelashes tremble from time to time. Her tall and elegant nose, and her rosy and soft cherry lips are very beautiful. Even the most picky and mean aesthetic expert, I'm afraid I can't pick out any flaws.
Huang Haitao's heartbeat has always been at the limit of his endurance. The young woman's faint fragrance has filled his internal organs, making every pore comfortable
The black hair swayed with the bus, rubbing his ears almost as if he were away, while Huang Haitao was thief exploring the yellow oriole's breasts.
Huang Ying is wearing a T-shirt and jeans casually today, which has washed away the dignified and elegant intellectual beauty in the fashionable city, and replaced it with simple and unpretentious graceful elegance.
The beauty's T-shirt is slightly open, and her snowy muscles are tempting the youthful and restless Huang Haitao
A silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant lay jealously between her two pink and white breasts. As she breathed, the deep and rich cleavage opened and closed, and the pendant appeared and disappeared from time to time. A ray of frankincense-like fragrance rose and penetrated into Huang Haitao's nasal cavity. Huang Haitao was distracted and his blood was boiling.
What lies side by side in the black lace bra is a pair of snow breasts that are more delicate and moist than the pinkest white steamed buns. They are round and trembling, trembling like two works of art...
Ah, it's raining, this ghost weather...
I don't know who suddenly started shouting loudly with regret, and the light sleeping passengers in the car started to get upset
Huang Haitao quickly stared at the pair of big jelly and peeked hard, as if he wanted to imprint the ecstasy outline deeply in his mind, but Huang Ying still woke up
Huang Ying blinked her sleepy eyes, sat upright in a daze, and finally stared at the big drops of raindrops on the glass window, and slapped Huang Haitao on the thigh: Little ancestor, look, it's really raining...
Huang Haitao was photographed and almost lost his skeleton, his whole body was soft, he leaned over with ulterior motives, and his arms squeezed Huang Ying's boneless shoulders, and said in surprise: Really, hehe, it finally rained...
Huang Ying stared at him with a smile, and her deep and refreshing eyes made Huang Haitao feel furious.
I said to my little ancestor, it’s not raining, you probably knew first. Is this what you are now considered as taking advantage of your granddaughter?
Huang Ying smiled teasingly and pushed him away, feeling helpless towards this little ancestor.
In the small mountain village of Huangjiaping, Huang Haitao has a very high seniority, and is considered Huang Ying's grandfather, but because of his age, he still has to call his younger sister or brother.
Hehe, Sister Ying San, isn’t grandpa trying to cooperate with your surprise?
Huang Haitao let his thighs press against Huang Ying's plump and round thighs, feeling her tense toughness, and the true temperature conveyed by him.
Huang Haitao graduated from junior high school and was admitted to the No. 3 Middle School in Heluo City. This summer, he is going back to his hometown, Huangjiapingdu, to spend time with his grandparents. He likes the simple and fresh rural area.
Huang Ying graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama. With the help of Huang Haitao's father Huang Ziting and Huang Jiashan, the president of Yanhuang Huaxia Group, she joined the Provincial TV Cultural Channel. At the age of 28 last year, she finally became the director of the column group with her own efforts. She is back to her hometown for half a month of annual leave.
Puchi...
Huang Ying couldn't help laughing, she smiled casually, she was grandpa and sister, all in chaos, haha...
Does it feel a little exciting, Sister Ying San?
Huang Haitao approached Huang Yingyu's ear beads and said, then quickly made a defensive gesture.
But Huang Ying bit her cherry lips and stared at him, without any intention of hitting him. What was flowing in her eyes was incredible shame and anger at his words
Has it been a little too much? Huang Haitao was worried, so don't make a mistake. He carefully planned the plan to go back to the village and take the opportunity to pester it all. Don't have a miscarriage.
Bad boy, I can't believe you can say this, I really doubt your attempt to go home with me
Huang Ying and Huang Haitao relaxed their guard and suddenly twisted his thighs and pulled them hard twice. The shameful and angry style made people's bloody
Huang Ying, let's be honest,
Huang Haitao is serious. You are so beautiful, who doesn’t want to be with you? Even if it’s a journey, it’s a refreshing enjoyment...
How old are you?
Huang Ying blushed and lowered her voice. She looked coquettish and shy, and she was very charming. She was fine last year, but she was so lustful this year. She is the same as you...
By the way, what bad things did my old man do back then? The villagers saw me from afar and always talked strangely. When I got closer, they said something else?
Huang Ying moved her lips, she looked like she wanted to speak but stopped, and she just smiled and didn't look at him.
Huang Ying, you have already seen that I have grown up. I'm saying, what's going on? Don't make me feel itchy...
Huang Haitao climbed the smooth shoulders of the oriole and acted coquettishly. His slender and slightly fleshy body was so comfortable.
When you go back, go and ask Aunt Zhao Er, hesitate...
Huang Ying smiled as if she had done something shameful and bad, her face was flushed, making her skin look bright red as if it was bleeding.
Damn, it’s not that my old man once had any ulterior motives with Zhao Erjie?
Huang Haitao seemed to have a cold face of a virtuous and dignified mature woman. No wonder, Zhao Erjie always looked resentful when she saw me, and she always ignored her when I greet her.
Boy, you have to ask what the hell is, don't involve me, I didn't say anything, hell...
The yellow oriole smiled like a weasel who had stole a chick, and its plump and round breasts also trembled, like two water bags filled with water, which was suffocating...
Huang Haitao lowered his head carefully and looked greedily at the beautiful young woman who was leaning against his shoulder. Her beautiful and charming bangs fluttered with her even breathing, making Huang Haitao feel itchy for her, and she wished she could reach out to flirt with her.
But he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the beauty in his sleep. He had such a quiet sleep, peaceful and gentle state, and he couldn't bear to break this quiet moment
Huang Ying's facial features are extremely beautiful. Her crescent-like black eyebrows and long curly eyelashes tremble from time to time. Her tall and elegant nose, and her rosy and soft cherry lips are very beautiful. Even the most picky and mean aesthetic expert, I'm afraid I can't pick out any flaws.
Huang Haitao's heartbeat has always been at the limit of his endurance. The young woman's faint fragrance has filled his internal organs, making every pore comfortable
The black hair swayed with the bus, rubbing his ears almost as if he were away, while Huang Haitao was thief exploring the yellow oriole's breasts.
Huang Ying is wearing a T-shirt and jeans casually today, which has washed away the dignified and elegant intellectual beauty in the fashionable city, and replaced it with simple and unpretentious graceful elegance.
The beauty's T-shirt is slightly open, and her snowy muscles are tempting the youthful and restless Huang Haitao
A silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant lay jealously between her two pink and white breasts. As she breathed, the deep and rich cleavage opened and closed, and the pendant appeared and disappeared from time to time. A ray of frankincense-like fragrance rose and penetrated into Huang Haitao's nasal cavity. Huang Haitao was distracted and his blood was boiling.
What lies side by side in the black lace bra is a pair of snow breasts that are more delicate and moist than the pinkest white steamed buns. They are round and trembling, trembling like two works of art...
Ah, it's raining, this ghost weather...
I don't know who suddenly started shouting loudly with regret, and the light sleeping passengers in the car started to get upset
Huang Haitao quickly stared at the pair of big jelly and peeked hard, as if he wanted to imprint the ecstasy outline deeply in his mind, but Huang Ying still woke up
Huang Ying blinked her sleepy eyes, sat upright in a daze, and finally stared at the big drops of raindrops on the glass window, and slapped Huang Haitao on the thigh: Little ancestor, look, it's really raining...
Huang Haitao was photographed and almost lost his skeleton, his whole body was soft, he leaned over with ulterior motives, and his arms squeezed Huang Ying's boneless shoulders, and said in surprise: Really, hehe, it finally rained...
Huang Ying stared at him with a smile, and her deep and refreshing eyes made Huang Haitao feel furious.
I said to my little ancestor, it’s not raining, you probably knew first. Is this what you are now considered as taking advantage of your granddaughter?
Huang Ying smiled teasingly and pushed him away, feeling helpless towards this little ancestor.
In the small mountain village of Huangjiaping, Huang Haitao has a very high seniority, and is considered Huang Ying's grandfather, but because of his age, he still has to call his younger sister or brother.
Hehe, Sister Ying San, isn’t grandpa trying to cooperate with your surprise?
Huang Haitao let his thighs press against Huang Ying's plump and round thighs, feeling her tense toughness, and the true temperature conveyed by him.
Huang Haitao graduated from junior high school and was admitted to the No. 3 Middle School in Heluo City. This summer, he is going back to his hometown, Huangjiapingdu, to spend time with his grandparents. He likes the simple and fresh rural area.
Huang Ying graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama. With the help of Huang Haitao's father Huang Ziting and Huang Jiashan, the president of Yanhuang Huaxia Group, she joined the Provincial TV Cultural Channel. At the age of 28 last year, she finally became the director of the column group with her own efforts. She is back to her hometown for half a month of annual leave.
Puchi...
Huang Ying couldn't help laughing, she smiled casually, she was grandpa and sister, all in chaos, haha...
Does it feel a little exciting, Sister Ying San?
Huang Haitao approached Huang Yingyu's ear beads and said, then quickly made a defensive gesture.
But Huang Ying bit her cherry lips and stared at him, without any intention of hitting him. What was flowing in her eyes was incredible shame and anger at his words
Has it been a little too much? Huang Haitao was worried, so don't make a mistake. He carefully planned the plan to go back to the village and take the opportunity to pester it all. Don't have a miscarriage.
Bad boy, I can't believe you can say this, I really doubt your attempt to go home with me
Huang Ying and Huang Haitao relaxed their guard and suddenly twisted his thighs and pulled them hard twice. The shameful and angry style made people's bloody
Huang Ying, let's be honest,
Huang Haitao is serious. You are so beautiful, who doesn’t want to be with you? Even if it’s a journey, it’s a refreshing enjoyment...
How old are you?
Huang Ying blushed and lowered her voice. She looked coquettish and shy, and she was very charming. She was fine last year, but she was so lustful this year. She is the same as you...
By the way, what bad things did my old man do back then? The villagers saw me from afar and always talked strangely. When I got closer, they said something else?
Huang Ying moved her lips, she looked like she wanted to speak but stopped, and she just smiled and didn't look at him.
Huang Ying, you have already seen that I have grown up. I'm saying, what's going on? Don't make me feel itchy...
Huang Haitao climbed the smooth shoulders of the oriole and acted coquettishly. His slender and slightly fleshy body was so comfortable.
When you go back, go and ask Aunt Zhao Er, hesitate...
Huang Ying smiled as if she had done something shameful and bad, her face was flushed, making her skin look bright red as if it was bleeding.
Damn, it’s not that my old man once had any ulterior motives with Zhao Erjie?
Huang Haitao seemed to have a cold face of a virtuous and dignified mature woman. No wonder, Zhao Erjie always looked resentful when she saw me, and she always ignored her when I greet her.
Boy, you have to ask what the hell is, don't involve me, I didn't say anything, hell...
The yellow oriole smiled like a weasel who had stole a chick, and its plump and round breasts also trembled, like two water bags filled with water, which was suffocating...
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