Chapter 322： Seriously interrogating young women in red skirts (2)

At this time, the red skirt woman not only did not have the idea of ​​being afraid of pregnancy, but also hoped that the dragon's faculty was deeply inserted into her, and it was best to push the cervix to her heart. I don't care about the residual hot paste left in the organ. I just want the organ of the dragon to hurry up, forcefully and forcefully insert it into her, let the full pleasure make the empty feelings in the body feel like the wind. Scattered.

"Ah, it’s so deep, it’s too strong, it’s too strong, it’s too hard, it’s not good, don’t do it.”

This move of Tianlong is too strong, and his hands are pulled up by him. She can only support the whole body with two knees. She also has to lift her white buttocks to let him explore more deeply. She only has I can lift my chest and let the 36C's crispy chest rise high. It is like a headlight of a car. Looking forward, with his hard work on the buttocks, her legs are like a stormy wind. Trembling, the body and the body swayed with his movements, especially the two headlights hanging on her chest, like the searchlights, illuminating up and down, without knowing it.

But she can't manage so much. What she wants now is a hard impact and a deep pit. Everyone in Tianlong fills her emptiness. Every impact of Tianlong can give her loneliness. run. Nothing is more exciting than this. She wants only the power of Denon to give her, she wants her to

She is not swaying. She only suddenly has a thing that makes her relieve her thirst when she is empty and lonely. I can only blame them for doing the right things at an inappropriate time.

She is a butterfly. He has two white arms raised by him. Two white arms are pulled up by him. She can only lift the upper body on one side of the buttocks and two giant **** on her chest. The lights swayed with the impact of the dragon. The sound of "" came from the buttocks of the high-pitched, and also from the two groups of snow-white and smooth.

Tianlong is too strong. He pulls up her arms and keeps the organs in her body. She is like this, her legs are high on the ground, and she is pulling up crazy. Her arms were fast and vigorously inserted, and each one was inserted in her deepest part. Every time she had to "right", she was like a butterfly without wings, he was quickly dried, snow white ball The flat, smooth, white and smooth arms, long and straight legs, every inch of the skin does not have a wave of shocked meat.

A lot of sweat spilled from her forehead and back and the chest, and the crystal clear sweat was on her white arms, just like the morning dew's water beads. The face is getting hotter, the heartbeat is getting faster and faster, the breathing is getting more and more urgent, and the skin that is hot and hot is beginning to enter a state of collapse. She knows that she will be dried up by the dragon and the body will spray again. But she can't resist, because she is in need of this kind of power to drive away the feeling of emptiness.

This time, Tianlong is more durable than before. It feels like she has done her forty or fifty minutes. In short, it is a long time, but she is not enough. The sensitive body is screaming to him without control. The cheering side lifted up his own round and round, so that his roots were not covered in her body.

"Ah, my aunt is not going to come. Oh, it’s too powerful."

She didn't know how long she had been done. Anyway, the knee had begun to harden, and the arm gave him a pain. She couldn’t stand it, she was fainting.

"Ah, come here, I want"

After working **** the buttocks, Tianlong shouted loudly.

"Ah, come and shoot me, shoot it, shoot it, and shoot it into my aunt."

At this point, the hunger and thirst began to shrink, and the sensitive flower began to be recycled. She knew that she was about to spray water again, but now she not only did not have the first kind of resistance, but eagerly asked Tianlong to shoot him. In her stomach, even she did not understand why she would accept the irrigation of Tianlong. Was she not afraid to give her the wild country? She didn't know, she only knew that at this time, she needed to be hot to irrigate her sensitive flower house, and she needed Tianlong to sublimate.

"Ah, shoot your aunt's aunt, shoot it."

Tianlong’s tiger screamed behind him, and his constant pressure on his hips trembled, and a drop of one shot leaked into her still.

"Ah, it’s hot, my aunt is going to die."

Tianlong had released her arm for the reason of the jet. At this time, she supported the body with the palm of her hand, and the high-pitched hips were pinched and caught in the big, so that this thick spray sprinkled on her. On the flower house.

Sure enough, Tianlong’s second shot was so strong that the spray was hit on her flower, sprayed all over, like a farmer sprinkled on her sensitive and fragile one. The stocks all used his strongest strength to hit her in the flower house. It was so refreshing that her eyes were turned, her head was numb, her heart was tight, her limbs were stiff, and she was closed, one corrected, one honey, one body. Soft, she sprayed.

If the swaying body betrayed my soul, the person who made this evil fruit is you, and the country, you have not satisfactorily satisfied the deep secluded path of watering your lover for three years, where wild root weeds have grown. It is a good combing.

Don't blame me, I am just the most normal woman. I also have physical needs and I think about the life my normal wife should have.

That's it.

"But, aunt, haven't you told me your name yet?"

"Dragon, I can't say that you will naturally know later."

But her screams were interrupted by the big boy behind her, and the voice of crying could only hover in the bed.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Say, don't you say that?"

The big boy in the dark is naturally Lin Tianlong, who wants to re-ignite the fire. The red-faced woman facing the wind will release and lift her waist, and sway like a pile driver.

Lin Tianlong's not hitting the red skirt woman, every time will spend the room, under the violent, stick shadow like the wind, like a virtual fantasy.

"I can't say ah, you have to spare your aunt, you will naturally know the aunt's hardships, your aunt."

The pain came again from the red-haired woman. She only felt a bulge, and a huge wave poured into her mind, causing her to lose consciousness and lose herself.

After the initial pain, the young woman of the wind finally enjoyed the supreme pleasure of Jinsteel. Without the threat of Lin Tianlong, her involuntarily squirmed, and the red and swollen emotions could not help but rotate the enchanting trajectory.

"Don't say it, picking up the goods, it's really dumping goods, I must ask you, oh"

Lin Tianlong's "dry" word is only evil, not a bit murderous. His upper body leaned forward, and his cheeks sneaked away from the red-skinned woman's gaze, which was even more violent.

There is no fancy trick in the wild, pure lack of tenderness, but let it turn in and out, just like the fish are thrown ashore.

"Yeah, Tianlong, vented, my aunt vented! Ah good guy, stop, beg you, stop."

The red skirt woman soon splashed the juice, but Lin Tianlong did not feel soft at first. She took two shots on her first, then snorted and ordered: "Squatting, crawling on the ground, giving me a climb like that, Grandpa wants to do ""

The fire is in the darkness, and I see the red skirt woman holding the soft body and crawling in the wooden house.

"噗唧,噗唧"

The evil fire is on the woman-in-law, and the red-skirt woman actually sheds the most juice in her life, which makes Lin Tianlong's special sound.

"Don't say, really, don't say, swear!"

Lin Tianlong's slightly curved legs have been, and the red skirt female's lower body volley is lifted up, and then in the posture of the old man cart, around the round table keeps turning.

"Snapped!"

A muffled sound, the red skirt female only felt as if her heart, pain and happiness filled her with a moment, so that she could not help but scream and no longer be heard by the next person.

After a dozen or so rounds, the voice of the red-haired woman became awkward, and soon, it became a pleading.

"I can't do a good person, my aunt is sore, I beg you to spare your aunt, hehe."

The woman also has tears, but it does not extinguish the desire of the electric power.

Lin Tianlong screamed coldly, holding the red skirt into his arms, and then strode around and swayed violently.

Lin Tianlong's pace moves, the body of the red skirt is like the leaves in the wind, and it is like a lonely boat on the sea. Her wind is so big that she can die and scream.

The pain once again occupied the body of the red-haired woman, but the pleasure also roared in her heart. Every time she screamed three times, she would scream again.

Finally, Lin Tianlong did not sway, not because his heart was soft, but the red dress woman had dried up. He looked down and found that the red skirt women had blood in their legs.

Worse, I haven't found out the cause and effect of the red dress female and the black man. I can't let her die like this. What's more, listening to her voice seems to be familiar with Dad Liang Rukang's mother Lin Huiyin and so on. Maybe there is any relative relationship! Lin Tianlong’s heart replied with a trace of rationality, “Hey!”

He slammed the semi-conscious woman in a red smug on the table of the Eight Immortals.

At this moment, the red-haired woman has already taken care of her shame. She only knows that her legs are in the waist of Lin Tianlong, and she is desperately cocked to meet the giant roots, like to swallow the unusually long and thick part. After rushing again, the red skirt of the tide squirted the whole woman soft and soft on the table, constantly breathing a blank in the brain, letting Lin Tianlong's strong body press on his body!

Lin Tianlong suddenly sinks heavily and sinks, and the top of the giant root suddenly slams into the mouth! The red skirt woman shook her hands and feet weakly, but the mouth in the deep but the bite of the neck groove, the huge suction to the depths, the fullness of the chest trembled more intensely swaying milk waves!

Then, "Hey! Hey!"

A few sounds of the spurt of the fine spring, a hot and hot spurt swiftly into the depths, bursts of enthusiasm and continual convulsions, the pleasure of dying to let the red skirt woman tremble with tears.