Chapter 332： Dry soup, soup, dry mother

“Don't drink more soup, the body recovers faster!”

Lin Tianlong spoke to the cousin Si Junfeng, but his own hand was holding his godmother Yang Shimin in front of Si Junfeng’s cognac. The beautiful woman was stroking herself and swaying. The taste to cover up, a fish soup to drink, Yang Shimin more and more glamorous.

“Li Jing is really a good craft, and I can make such a delicious fish soup without oil and salt vinegar!”

Yang Shimin praised the craftsmanship of her sister Yang Lijing. The scorpion of Minghui was flustered and shy at this time. There was occasional flash of a thrilling sensation in the changing room, but these were not enough to cover up the shyness of her heart, the flattering hatred. A few eyes on Lin Tianlong, seems to be warning, seems to be begging.

Lin Tianlong did not see it. The big hand was still walking in the upper reaches of the godmother Yang Shimin. It slowly became a squeaky, full of strength, and even opened the lower circumference of Yang Shimin’s black tights and intervened into her. Inside the black tights, I really touched Yang Shimin's plump and round, only to feel delicate and smooth, and fleshy bullets, Lin Tianlong was drunk.

Yang Shimin was invaded by Lin Tianlong, and he couldn’t help but scream out from Yao’s nose.

Yang Shimin was so awkward that she let her husband Si Junfeng drink a soup and asked, "How come you, poetry?"

Yang Shimin was asked by her husband, Si Junfeng, at this time, the guilty way, "No, nothing, bitten by a mosquito!"

"Is there a mosquito? The mosquito is willing to bite the mother? Look at it, I can't spare it!"

Lin Tianlong listened to her mother Yang Shimin to compare herself to a mosquito. She was naughty in the dry mother Yang Shimin's gingival chrysanthemum, pinching a beautiful woman, and her eyes were twitching. I am eager to see this little villain.

Lin Tianlong is indifferent to Yang Shimin’s pleading enthusiasm. The big hand is still in Yang Shimin’s national beauty, the beauty of the beautiful woman, and the roundness of the round, the delicate and soft yet flexible and rounded, the fleshy and plump, let Lin Tianlong love it. Just want to strip her clothes on the ground now, and then take out her behemoth and insert it into her rosy, fertile and watery farmland, then pour in and enjoy the flowers. Let her noble and elegant peony turn around under her own body, be both a woman and her own godmother, be a child, and then sister with Li Jing.

"Dry, how does it feel? The stomach is not so painful?"

Lin Tianlong hippie smiled and pretended to care about the appearance of Si Junfeng, but the big man who did evil did not leave Si Junfeng’s wife, Yang Shimin, who was full of enthusiasm. Instead, he used his fingers to measure the groan of Yang Shimin. Touching away, Yang Shimin stopped Lin Tianlong's 'gesture', couldn't touch it, and couldn't stroke it from behind to Yang Shimin, the glamorous and noble succulent succulent deep ditch, but that faint The chrysanthemum was discovered by Lin Tianlong, the **** rubbed at the groin, and the palm and other fingers were squatting on it.

"Well, much better, it is a little tired, Tianlong, this time thanks to you!"

Si Junfeng's eyelids are getting more and more heavy, and he whispered, "Don't be old, don't use it, you have to take care of your godmother later!"

"Dry, rest assured, I will definitely take care of my godmother!"

Lin Tianlong laughed.

The sensitive and shameful place was explored by Lin Tianlong. Yang Shimin’s feelings were trembled, and the feeling of numbness was accompanied by the thrill of taboos, which made Yang Shimin’s noble woman ashamed and unstoppable, but she could not stop it. Biting the lower lip, the face of the agar white jade is flushed, the one hand is drunk and the drunk is left with the left hand holding the soup bowl, and the right hand is eagerly stretched out to the back to catch Lin Tianlong’s evil hand, the soft and weak pull. The pair of sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful eyes of Lin Tianlong screamed at Lin Tianlong, pleading for Lin Tianlong not to continue, it is best to stick out and do not do evil.

Lin Tianlong’s hand was even more arrogant. In the beautiful woman’s Yang Shimin’s fullness and enthusiasm, Lin Tianlong was too lazy to pay attention to her inability to grasp her own hand.

Lin Tianlong’s hand shifted his position and moved within Yang Shimin’s, and the unwavering hand moved from the top to the front of her, all the way to the pink scorpion, Yang Shimin shy and anxious, slamming Lin Tianlong’s hand, that The delicate and smooth legs are close together, clamping the whitefly, and sandwiching the fat and juicy guise with a pair of solid walls.

Yang Shimin’s eyes are so fascinating, tears seem to be falling out, but she is ashamed but eagerly glaring at Lin Tianlong, mourning the grievances of grievances, and the meaning of pleading is undoubted, but she is now powerless, all The strength of the force is used to restrain the shackles, the body can not resist Lin Tianlong's teasing and thin, the resulting pleasure and taboo stimulation is to let the body instinctive to cater to Lin Tianlong, which makes Yang Shimin shy.

Lin Tianlong did not think that the beautiful woman Yang Shimin, the godmother, had so tightly clamped the tender and beautiful legs, and her hand could only touch the pinky 'yin grave' and the soft black forest, which could not be lifted. Exploring into the deep ditch meat to wading through the honey, Lin Tianlong could not help but twist on the tender legs of the dry mother Yang Shimin.

Yang Shimin’s heart screamed, his legs trembled, his face was shy and red, and his body was trembled, but he was venting his body in this nervousness and sorrow. A moist hot liquid gushed out of the flower field and was wet.

Lin Tianlong felt the temperature and humidity of this boom, and couldn't help but feel proud. "Longer, here I will take care of you, you can help you with Aunt Li Jing!"

Yang Shimin hurriedly pushed the little bad guy out, and looked back at her husband, Si Junfeng, but she was physically and mentally exhausted. She fell asleep and had a drop of fish soup.

Yang Lijing is gently humming a happy tune in the firewood house, waving her arms and arms, as if a happy little girl. Her dark hair shook her back and **** a noble and dignified woman, revealing a white and straight neck, sweet and tender, so Lin Tianlong could not help but want to bite her. Above the powder neck.

The camouflage uniform also couldn't cover the curve of the graceful and plump **** body. Lin Tianlong walked silently behind her, and stretched out her arms and hugged her from the back.

"what!"

Yang Lijing was shocked and was held tightly from behind. She was shuddering and just wanted to struggle, but she was shrouded by the strong male masculinity of the big boy behind her. These days, she carried her husband Hao Yunqiang and his cloud rain. All kinds of hustle and bustle smashed her heart like a spring. Her pair of jade hands grabbed the big hand around her waist, and the dagger twisted and smirked Lin Tianlong's tender and deep eyes. He said: "Don't, sisters and brothers are in the house!"

The shy blush climbed up to her pretty face, and Xiu Yanyan was more beautiful than Huajiao. It’s really awesome and charming!

Lin Tianlong smiled slightly: "Daddy is drinking dry soup and drinking fish soup! It will not move for a while, and will not come over."

He said that he would put his chin on top of Yang Lijing's flat shoulders, and bit his head gently on her straight and delicate jade neck.

"Ok"

The burst of numbness makes Yang Lijing seem to be weak and generally soft in Lin Tianlong's arms. Anyway, her sister Yang Shimin already knows that her heart is only discovered by Si Junfeng, but she is attached to the gentleness of the lover. These two contradictions make her feel more Stimulating, the muscles are tense and tight, and quietly, Lin Tianlong’s chest does not dare to move. She slowly closed the pair of phoenix eyes with dark autumn water, and began to tremble gently, closing her eyes and enjoying the soft teasing of the lover, and a slight snoring in the **** red lips: "Hmm itch does not matter"

Lin Tianlong's arm will hold Yang Lijing's mature and glamorous color in her arms, her hands around her shoulders, and the burning greedy palms will be full and round and strong. Grab it in your hand, press the palm of your hand against the two points of the slight rise above the snow peak, and gently press it. Yang Lijing has blocked the milk beads and has become hard and strong because of the spring mood. She closed her eyes and whispered softly: "Well, it’s really itchy, people are not coming!"

However, she did not leave the meaning of Lin Tianlong's arms, but adjusted her posture very comfortably, as if a meek kitten was generally in the arms of the lover, let him do it.

"Ok"

Aunt Li Jing snorted from the nose, her snoring heat snorted, and the smooth tongue shyly resisted his invading tongue. The eyes contained spring water and shook his head, as if he was being shackled but unable to extricate himself. Lin Tianlong clung Her lips chased, and soon Aunt Li Jing softly kissed his tongue, and the flow was a mess.

Yang Lijing's soft long tongue spit into his mouth, stirring in his oral ecstasy, getting faster and faster, Li Jing's aunt's nose was strong and screaming, the tip of his tongue was flying fast in his mouth, Lin Tianlong's kiss was wet and greasy. The sound is like his voice.

"Well! Ah! Ah!"

The short nasal sound is full of passion. The mixed body fluid flows into the mouth of Li Jing's aunt, and she continues to dance the tongue, swallowing, and the heat wave from the breath.

The big boy gently sandwiched the bud of her chest pigeon with one finger, one hand on her last line of defense, his lips slowly slipped to the aunt of Li Jing, a pair of black pearls on white soft jade Under the cultivation of the little bad guys, it became straight and upright.

"Dragons don't do this"

After the lip, Yang Lijing felt dry and dry, and then it was already incoherent. Her cheeks were red, and she was swaying with the little bad guys. Lin Tianlong saw the time was ripe and sealed her double again. Lips, one hand took off the last line of defense of Aunt Li Jing, and one hand slowly broke into the restricted area from the root of the jade leg. He gently grasped the abbot of Li Jing's aunt, and spring water followed him under the stimulation of the foreplay. The source of the hand is endless.

Yang Lijing feels that the body is like a puppet of the line bridge. Every time the little bad guy gently pinches it, she wears a beautiful touch from the little bean underneath. She feels the emptiness and loneliness in the flower room, every time. She was holding on to the powder, and she wanted to resist this feeling, and she was defeated again and again by the shackles.

Her eyes were confusingly looking at the little bad guy who was pressing on her, as if he was hesitating and looking forward to what she was trying to resist. The thought she wanted to resist was wiped out by the little bad guy and the boy. Her instinct is as long as a weed, and whenever Lin Tianlong's green claws lie on a certain part of her, she feels that the place can be so sensitive, can be so comfortable, she is wonderful. Jiaochuan is also not allowed to grasp by herself.