Standing behind Murong Qingcheng with his big butt sticking out, his eyes staring at the fleshy buttocks exposed under her skirt. The brightness of the stockings extends from his buttocks to his thighs, and his calves revealing the smooth and slender heels.
Chen Ping tried to push her waist gently, and saw her lower body shaking gently, so he turned his head to look at Murong Qingcheng's face.
Her eyes were still closed, and her pretty face was a little rosy. Even though her body was shaken, there was no sign of waking up.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ping couldn't help but become more courageous. He tried to press the soft flesh on Murong Qingcheng's waist. Seeing that there was no reaction, he squatted down gently and squatted behind Murong Qingcheng's plump and plump snow-greasy round buttocks.
From this perspective, you can clearly see everything mysterious in Murong Qingcheng, whether it is the texture of flesh-colored stockings or the traces of lace underwear that are trapped in.
Chen Ping stretched out his slightly trembling right hand and touched Murong Qingcheng's plump silk buttocks.
When the fingers touched the silk buttocks, I felt the softness and elasticity of the buttocks uploaded with a sensation. Chen Ping's heart began to heat up faintly, and even his breathing became cautious
Through flesh-colored stockings and black lace underwear, Murong Qingcheng's jade buttocks were kneaded for a while. The comfortable touch made Chen Ping's hands continue down uncontrollably, touching the base of her delicate thighs, and gently stroking her silk buttocks and Ruyu's legs.
At this time, there was a silky and endless warmth in Chen Ping's hand. When he tried to gently pinch the soft flesh on Murong Qingcheng's white thighs again and looked forward, Murong Qingcheng still had no reaction.
So Chen Ping's courage gradually increased, and the five fingers spreading on his big hand began to exert force, rubbing up and down against Murong Qingcheng's soft and tender thighs.
The grinding yarn of flesh-colored stockings touched the sunny and flat back nerves, arousing his comfortable trembling. He was gradually not satisfied with this, and gently grabbed the hem of Murong Qingcheng's skirt covering the side of the buttocks, lifted her entire white hip-covered skirt towards her waist!
Now Murong Qingcheng, wearing black lace underwear and high-end flesh-colored stockings, floated in front of Chen Ping's face.
Looking at the beautiful arc outlined by Murong Qingcheng's snow-white willow waist like a bee and flesh-colored silk buttocks, Chen Ping felt a little breathless. The last little doubt in his heart immediately disappeared because of the gorgeous and charming scene in front of him!
He couldn't help but let both his big hands climb up Murong Qingcheng's plump and round flesh-colored stockings and round buttocks
I have to say that the two sisters Murong Qingcheng's jade buttocks are stunning, round like pears. The visual stimulation alone is enough to make people's bloody blood.
Chen Ping first gently pressed the white and tender buttocks on her buttocks. Although the buttocks will sink due to the pressing of fingers, the sufficient elasticity will quickly return to its original state.
It seemed as if he had discovered something amazing toy. Chen Ping squatted down like this, grabbed and rubbed Murong Qingcheng's plump and plump buttocks with both hands, and made a lot of noise.
Murong Qingcheng's two erect buttocks are really elastic. No matter how hard Chen Ping exerts force or how to change the shape of the buttocks, as soon as it is loosened, the buttocks will immediately return to its original state, and at the same time it will bring a trembling wave, which makes Chen Ping's lower body more and more swollen.
While rubbing his two jade buttocks and thighs, he paid attention to Murong Qingcheng's expression. At the same time, he did not forget to touch her two thighs that she had supported. Even though he was separated by thin flesh-colored stockings, every inch of his skin on his thigh was still very smooth and seductive, making Chen Ping very greedy
After touching his thighs for a while, he gradually stepped back and covered Murong Qingcheng's delicate heel with his hands, rubbed it gently for a while, felt the slipperyness, and touched her calves again.
The more I touched the iron pestle on the crotch, the bigger it became. In the end, it almost reached a limit. At Shen Ping's crotch, an amazing tent was raised!
At some point, the blood was swelling, and his eyes were red. He couldn't help but glance between Murong Qingcheng's legs. The narrow black bands of lace underwear and the crotch of flesh-colored stockings covered the charming area, making him reach out uncontrollably, and began to twiddle from top to bottom through these thin objects and the gullies that were trapped in.
This hidden mysterious area has a very real sense of soft touch, carrying an unusual temperature. Through thin lace panties and flesh-colored stockings, you can feel the spacing of the tiny gap and the delicate and fertility of the flower hole through the thin lace panties and flesh-colored stockings.
Chen Ping gently fiddled with it, along the natural curve and crack of the flower hole, feeling a feeling of dampness and heat gradually seeping out there, and the heat uploaded from his fingertips became more and more intense.
He couldn't help but take a look at Murong Qingcheng's expression again
Perhaps because Chen Ping made the wet feeling, Murong Qingcheng is undoubtedly very charming at this moment.
The seductive temptation was revealed from her cherry lips that were unconsciously opened a little after being drunk, and it was sniffed from the fragrance and alcohol that were exposed in the cracks of her teeth, sprayed out from her undulating nose, and spring from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which was rippling with people.
This delicate expression and the wetness on his hands made Chen Ping feel a little unbearable. There seemed to be something piercing on his chest, which made him feel uncomfortable, and his mind was blank. He didn't know how to think, and only the desire to vent!
With his instinct, he couldn't wait to pull down his pants, and he took them down to his knees, revealing his crotch, the blue veins had already been exposed, and a hideous iron pestle that was swollen and black.
The whole iron pestle looked steaming, and the rod was pointed forward, as if something was waiting for it to kill and destroy.
At this time, I can't hold back anymore. Desire drives Chen Ping to move his body, changing his posture from squatting to kneeling behind Murong Qingcheng's plump buttocks.
Then lift her skirt up more, lift it up on her waist and fix it, then use the iron pestle under her crotch to get close to Murong Qingcheng's delicate and plump buttocks
Use the top of the iron pestle to rub the delicate and plump buttocks wrapped in flesh-colored stockings for a while. The texture of the stockings stimulates the top of the iron pestle to be sensitive. Chen Ping's body trembles uncontrollably, and his whole body seems to be running through the electric current, which is so comfortable.
He held the iron pestle with his hand on Murong Qingcheng's warm, soft, tender and smooth buttocks, and teased it up and down for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear it. He looked at Murong Qingcheng with a look. Seeing that he still didn't respond, he made up his mind and grabbed the crotch of her stockings with both hands and tried to pull it down gently.
The tender soft flesh on the white and tender thighs squeezed their fingertips. While the high-end flesh-colored stockings were fading down, Chen Ping kept staring at Murong Qingcheng's pretty face nervously, fearing that she would not end when she woke up.
In fact, what Chen Ping fears most is that Murong Qingcheng despises himself when he wakes up, and actually greedy for her body.
Until Murong Qingcheng's flesh-colored stockings were pulled to the bend of her knees and legs, Murong Qingcheng's expression did not move at all. It seemed that she was really drunk today.
While Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief, he once again held the breath and took Murong Qingcheng's black lace panties down from his butt. The snowy buttocks' skin peeled off bit by bit. Under the light of the bathroom, the two plump and soft snowy buttocks' petals looked like newly peeled eggs. The pink and greasy snow skin on it was flawless, as if it could be broken, delicate and tender, dazzling white
Then he took off the black lace panties and instantly, Murong Qingcheng's valley area with some sparse fragrant grass was revealed. The two pieces felt extremely wet and hot. The thick liquid was so soft and tender clams were gently connected together, some closed and some opened, and they were displayed in front of Shen Ping without reservation.
In the middle of Murong Qingcheng took off, some sticky liquid stuck to it, with obvious traces of honey. It seemed that she was also feeling it was made by Chen Ping's previous series of actions.
She became much more sensitive from the time I broke her in the hotel... Chen Ping stretched out his fingers and looked at the mouth of the flower hole in Murong Qingcheng.
When he touched the tiny sling gate, Murong Qingcheng's legs subconsciously contracted, and then the flower hole closed back.
Chen Ping reached in again, turned around at the mouth of the hole, and after pulling out his index finger, he could see a lot of wet marks stained on his fingers. He exhaled, then looked at Murong Qingcheng, who was kneeling on the toilet lid with his snowy buttocks sticking out.
Her figure was so seductive at this time. After the skirt was lifted up, the snow-white willow waist looked smooth and as slender as water, and it was very slim. It was winding into a downward arc. It looked like the moon. The white snow skin on it was flawless and fell into her eyes in a pretty way, as if it surpassed all the beautiful scenery in the world. With the two plump and perky buttocks below, no one could help but show off his desire to invade him!
This scene made Chen Ping's head buzzing, blank. At the same time, he felt his blood was already gushing, and it was so hot that he knelt down, leaning forward with his hard cock, and gently dragging Murong Qingcheng's lower body back a little, making the two closer.
Chen Ping was in a mess at this time and didn't care that he was his future sister-in-law. He just wanted to quickly send his iron pestle into the body of the beauties Murong Qingcheng, the beauties.
He looked down at his crotch regardless of the consequences, holding his cock in his hand slowly approaching Murong Qingcheng's delicate legs!
He had already had experience in the hotel once and quickly found the direction of the attack and stopped accurately in front of the Huazuikou in Murong Qingcheng.
Facing the tiny gap, he felt a lot of enthusiasm from the center of his legs at the top of his penis, which made him unable to help but thrust his waist and his butt arched forward!
Although I had experience once before, it was only once. At this time, Murong Qingcheng's legs had too much sticky silk liquid, and the tender hole in her crack was too small. Although Chen Ping exerted force, he still couldn't succeed after pushing it several times in a row, which made him feel extremely empty!
Fortunately, every time at this time, humans often learn from themselves without a teacher. Chen Ping bit his teeth again and his waist exerted force. The huge purple glans was immediately tightly held by a circle of extremely tight tender jade. It could neither move in nor retreat. The amazing pressure squeezed the body of the iron rod. The full and tight pleasure made Chen Ping almost unable to help but roar!
In fact, Shen Ping's iron pestle was too huge, and Murong Qingcheng's clams were too narrow. At this time, it just happened to have a little more glans in it, and there was still a long piece of rod outside.
But even though this was just this, he felt endless heat wrapped around the iron pestle. Through the inserted part, he could clearly feel that the glans entered a wet and hot soft flesh group. The squeezing feeling came from all directions, both warm and soft and comfortable
At this time, a large amount of heat flowed out of Chen Ping's mind, and his temples also bulged, instantly numbing his consciousness. He felt his back was numb.
Impulsively want to get more pleasure, Chen Ping pulled Murong Qingcheng's black lace underwear and continued to pull it down, while taking a look at half of the iron pestle that he was still in the air.
The front and tail of the iron pestle are like being isolated in two worlds. One is warm and the other is cold. Half is soft and hot, and the other is ready to move.
This scene cannot allow Chen Ping to think too much. He held Murong Qingcheng's slender willow waist, grabbed her snow-white buttocks with both hands, and continued to thrust forward!
As we move forward, we can feel the urge to open the outer lip of Murong Qingcheng. The tender vagina inside seemed to be turned open, and then it suddenly gathered back and stroked the front end of the iron pestle. Every contact on the vagina was sucking, massage, and taking it in, making Chen Ping so happy that he took a few breaths of air conditioning.
Then, as if he had found some trick, his waist suddenly sank, his body tightened, and he instantly rushed into a narrow and warm tunnel. The iron pestle was completely infiltrated and hit the bottom!
Finally went in...
Chen Ping breathed a long and relaxed breath, his lips trembled with pleasure, and he felt that his whole iron pestle was squeezed and wrapped by countless tender flesh in the flower hole of Murong Qingcheng. It was both numb and hot, both swelling and fulfilling, warm and smooth, so comfortable that he could not speak.
……
Chen Ping tried to push her waist gently, and saw her lower body shaking gently, so he turned his head to look at Murong Qingcheng's face.
Her eyes were still closed, and her pretty face was a little rosy. Even though her body was shaken, there was no sign of waking up.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ping couldn't help but become more courageous. He tried to press the soft flesh on Murong Qingcheng's waist. Seeing that there was no reaction, he squatted down gently and squatted behind Murong Qingcheng's plump and plump snow-greasy round buttocks.
From this perspective, you can clearly see everything mysterious in Murong Qingcheng, whether it is the texture of flesh-colored stockings or the traces of lace underwear that are trapped in.
Chen Ping stretched out his slightly trembling right hand and touched Murong Qingcheng's plump silk buttocks.
When the fingers touched the silk buttocks, I felt the softness and elasticity of the buttocks uploaded with a sensation. Chen Ping's heart began to heat up faintly, and even his breathing became cautious
Through flesh-colored stockings and black lace underwear, Murong Qingcheng's jade buttocks were kneaded for a while. The comfortable touch made Chen Ping's hands continue down uncontrollably, touching the base of her delicate thighs, and gently stroking her silk buttocks and Ruyu's legs.
At this time, there was a silky and endless warmth in Chen Ping's hand. When he tried to gently pinch the soft flesh on Murong Qingcheng's white thighs again and looked forward, Murong Qingcheng still had no reaction.
So Chen Ping's courage gradually increased, and the five fingers spreading on his big hand began to exert force, rubbing up and down against Murong Qingcheng's soft and tender thighs.
The grinding yarn of flesh-colored stockings touched the sunny and flat back nerves, arousing his comfortable trembling. He was gradually not satisfied with this, and gently grabbed the hem of Murong Qingcheng's skirt covering the side of the buttocks, lifted her entire white hip-covered skirt towards her waist!
Now Murong Qingcheng, wearing black lace underwear and high-end flesh-colored stockings, floated in front of Chen Ping's face.
Looking at the beautiful arc outlined by Murong Qingcheng's snow-white willow waist like a bee and flesh-colored silk buttocks, Chen Ping felt a little breathless. The last little doubt in his heart immediately disappeared because of the gorgeous and charming scene in front of him!
He couldn't help but let both his big hands climb up Murong Qingcheng's plump and round flesh-colored stockings and round buttocks
I have to say that the two sisters Murong Qingcheng's jade buttocks are stunning, round like pears. The visual stimulation alone is enough to make people's bloody blood.
Chen Ping first gently pressed the white and tender buttocks on her buttocks. Although the buttocks will sink due to the pressing of fingers, the sufficient elasticity will quickly return to its original state.
It seemed as if he had discovered something amazing toy. Chen Ping squatted down like this, grabbed and rubbed Murong Qingcheng's plump and plump buttocks with both hands, and made a lot of noise.
Murong Qingcheng's two erect buttocks are really elastic. No matter how hard Chen Ping exerts force or how to change the shape of the buttocks, as soon as it is loosened, the buttocks will immediately return to its original state, and at the same time it will bring a trembling wave, which makes Chen Ping's lower body more and more swollen.
While rubbing his two jade buttocks and thighs, he paid attention to Murong Qingcheng's expression. At the same time, he did not forget to touch her two thighs that she had supported. Even though he was separated by thin flesh-colored stockings, every inch of his skin on his thigh was still very smooth and seductive, making Chen Ping very greedy
After touching his thighs for a while, he gradually stepped back and covered Murong Qingcheng's delicate heel with his hands, rubbed it gently for a while, felt the slipperyness, and touched her calves again.
The more I touched the iron pestle on the crotch, the bigger it became. In the end, it almost reached a limit. At Shen Ping's crotch, an amazing tent was raised!
At some point, the blood was swelling, and his eyes were red. He couldn't help but glance between Murong Qingcheng's legs. The narrow black bands of lace underwear and the crotch of flesh-colored stockings covered the charming area, making him reach out uncontrollably, and began to twiddle from top to bottom through these thin objects and the gullies that were trapped in.
This hidden mysterious area has a very real sense of soft touch, carrying an unusual temperature. Through thin lace panties and flesh-colored stockings, you can feel the spacing of the tiny gap and the delicate and fertility of the flower hole through the thin lace panties and flesh-colored stockings.
Chen Ping gently fiddled with it, along the natural curve and crack of the flower hole, feeling a feeling of dampness and heat gradually seeping out there, and the heat uploaded from his fingertips became more and more intense.
He couldn't help but take a look at Murong Qingcheng's expression again
Perhaps because Chen Ping made the wet feeling, Murong Qingcheng is undoubtedly very charming at this moment.
The seductive temptation was revealed from her cherry lips that were unconsciously opened a little after being drunk, and it was sniffed from the fragrance and alcohol that were exposed in the cracks of her teeth, sprayed out from her undulating nose, and spring from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which was rippling with people.
This delicate expression and the wetness on his hands made Chen Ping feel a little unbearable. There seemed to be something piercing on his chest, which made him feel uncomfortable, and his mind was blank. He didn't know how to think, and only the desire to vent!
With his instinct, he couldn't wait to pull down his pants, and he took them down to his knees, revealing his crotch, the blue veins had already been exposed, and a hideous iron pestle that was swollen and black.
The whole iron pestle looked steaming, and the rod was pointed forward, as if something was waiting for it to kill and destroy.
At this time, I can't hold back anymore. Desire drives Chen Ping to move his body, changing his posture from squatting to kneeling behind Murong Qingcheng's plump buttocks.
Then lift her skirt up more, lift it up on her waist and fix it, then use the iron pestle under her crotch to get close to Murong Qingcheng's delicate and plump buttocks
Use the top of the iron pestle to rub the delicate and plump buttocks wrapped in flesh-colored stockings for a while. The texture of the stockings stimulates the top of the iron pestle to be sensitive. Chen Ping's body trembles uncontrollably, and his whole body seems to be running through the electric current, which is so comfortable.
He held the iron pestle with his hand on Murong Qingcheng's warm, soft, tender and smooth buttocks, and teased it up and down for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear it. He looked at Murong Qingcheng with a look. Seeing that he still didn't respond, he made up his mind and grabbed the crotch of her stockings with both hands and tried to pull it down gently.
The tender soft flesh on the white and tender thighs squeezed their fingertips. While the high-end flesh-colored stockings were fading down, Chen Ping kept staring at Murong Qingcheng's pretty face nervously, fearing that she would not end when she woke up.
In fact, what Chen Ping fears most is that Murong Qingcheng despises himself when he wakes up, and actually greedy for her body.
Until Murong Qingcheng's flesh-colored stockings were pulled to the bend of her knees and legs, Murong Qingcheng's expression did not move at all. It seemed that she was really drunk today.
While Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief, he once again held the breath and took Murong Qingcheng's black lace panties down from his butt. The snowy buttocks' skin peeled off bit by bit. Under the light of the bathroom, the two plump and soft snowy buttocks' petals looked like newly peeled eggs. The pink and greasy snow skin on it was flawless, as if it could be broken, delicate and tender, dazzling white
Then he took off the black lace panties and instantly, Murong Qingcheng's valley area with some sparse fragrant grass was revealed. The two pieces felt extremely wet and hot. The thick liquid was so soft and tender clams were gently connected together, some closed and some opened, and they were displayed in front of Shen Ping without reservation.
In the middle of Murong Qingcheng took off, some sticky liquid stuck to it, with obvious traces of honey. It seemed that she was also feeling it was made by Chen Ping's previous series of actions.
She became much more sensitive from the time I broke her in the hotel... Chen Ping stretched out his fingers and looked at the mouth of the flower hole in Murong Qingcheng.
When he touched the tiny sling gate, Murong Qingcheng's legs subconsciously contracted, and then the flower hole closed back.
Chen Ping reached in again, turned around at the mouth of the hole, and after pulling out his index finger, he could see a lot of wet marks stained on his fingers. He exhaled, then looked at Murong Qingcheng, who was kneeling on the toilet lid with his snowy buttocks sticking out.
Her figure was so seductive at this time. After the skirt was lifted up, the snow-white willow waist looked smooth and as slender as water, and it was very slim. It was winding into a downward arc. It looked like the moon. The white snow skin on it was flawless and fell into her eyes in a pretty way, as if it surpassed all the beautiful scenery in the world. With the two plump and perky buttocks below, no one could help but show off his desire to invade him!
This scene made Chen Ping's head buzzing, blank. At the same time, he felt his blood was already gushing, and it was so hot that he knelt down, leaning forward with his hard cock, and gently dragging Murong Qingcheng's lower body back a little, making the two closer.
Chen Ping was in a mess at this time and didn't care that he was his future sister-in-law. He just wanted to quickly send his iron pestle into the body of the beauties Murong Qingcheng, the beauties.
He looked down at his crotch regardless of the consequences, holding his cock in his hand slowly approaching Murong Qingcheng's delicate legs!
He had already had experience in the hotel once and quickly found the direction of the attack and stopped accurately in front of the Huazuikou in Murong Qingcheng.
Facing the tiny gap, he felt a lot of enthusiasm from the center of his legs at the top of his penis, which made him unable to help but thrust his waist and his butt arched forward!
Although I had experience once before, it was only once. At this time, Murong Qingcheng's legs had too much sticky silk liquid, and the tender hole in her crack was too small. Although Chen Ping exerted force, he still couldn't succeed after pushing it several times in a row, which made him feel extremely empty!
Fortunately, every time at this time, humans often learn from themselves without a teacher. Chen Ping bit his teeth again and his waist exerted force. The huge purple glans was immediately tightly held by a circle of extremely tight tender jade. It could neither move in nor retreat. The amazing pressure squeezed the body of the iron rod. The full and tight pleasure made Chen Ping almost unable to help but roar!
In fact, Shen Ping's iron pestle was too huge, and Murong Qingcheng's clams were too narrow. At this time, it just happened to have a little more glans in it, and there was still a long piece of rod outside.
But even though this was just this, he felt endless heat wrapped around the iron pestle. Through the inserted part, he could clearly feel that the glans entered a wet and hot soft flesh group. The squeezing feeling came from all directions, both warm and soft and comfortable
At this time, a large amount of heat flowed out of Chen Ping's mind, and his temples also bulged, instantly numbing his consciousness. He felt his back was numb.
Impulsively want to get more pleasure, Chen Ping pulled Murong Qingcheng's black lace underwear and continued to pull it down, while taking a look at half of the iron pestle that he was still in the air.
The front and tail of the iron pestle are like being isolated in two worlds. One is warm and the other is cold. Half is soft and hot, and the other is ready to move.
This scene cannot allow Chen Ping to think too much. He held Murong Qingcheng's slender willow waist, grabbed her snow-white buttocks with both hands, and continued to thrust forward!
As we move forward, we can feel the urge to open the outer lip of Murong Qingcheng. The tender vagina inside seemed to be turned open, and then it suddenly gathered back and stroked the front end of the iron pestle. Every contact on the vagina was sucking, massage, and taking it in, making Chen Ping so happy that he took a few breaths of air conditioning.
Then, as if he had found some trick, his waist suddenly sank, his body tightened, and he instantly rushed into a narrow and warm tunnel. The iron pestle was completely infiltrated and hit the bottom!
Finally went in...
Chen Ping breathed a long and relaxed breath, his lips trembled with pleasure, and he felt that his whole iron pestle was squeezed and wrapped by countless tender flesh in the flower hole of Murong Qingcheng. It was both numb and hot, both swelling and fulfilling, warm and smooth, so comfortable that he could not speak.
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