Chapter 428： Subway Song Songlin

Feeling that the young woman in her arms could not resist, Lin Tianlong had already turned over. He grabbed Song Yalin's rounded stockings with his hands and curled his hips, and regularly pushed Song Yalin's body in front of him. As a result, Song Yalin's collided with him.

"Hey... Dean Lin, please, don't... Hey." Song Yalin was sensitive to the flood of Lin Tianlong's hard-nosed top, and it was sour and numb. Song Yalin, who felt very uncomfortable, couldn't help but scream. Begging for help. But at this time, the little bad guy is still willing to let her go, but after hearing Song Yalin’s request, she feels more arrogant. She holds Song Yalin’s buttocks in both hands, letting her death in the mouth, and constantly pushing forward with her waist. Hit. Every time I hit it, I will sag the Song Yalin's slightly swelled shame. The ugly one seems to want to go directly into Song Yalin's inside through the color pantyhose and white.

"Hey... who will save me..." Song Yalin fell weakly in the arms of the small bad boy big house chief, letting the other person use his own indecent posture that he could not even think about, sensitive body Constantly trembling.

"Oh, Sister Song, I can't see you, so I touched it a few times, and the water actually turned into this."

It was discovered that the crotch of Song Yalin's skinny **** socks became moist. Lin Tianlong, who was not the first brother, suddenly understood what was going on. I actually let such a beautiful and **** young woman wet like this through the stockings. I don’t have to say that I am proud of my heart. I still don’t forget to use words to humiliate Song Yalin: "How is it, is your husband Yangshuo? Or you? Follow me, make sure you are letting you every night, and let you die!"

"No... you... ah!" Just struggling to refute a sentence, but a mouth almost came out, Song Yalin scared to close her mouth. If you are heard by people around you, you really have no face to see people.

I didn't expect the satyr to let her go, and continued to whisper: "Call, Song Sister, didn't you want to call it? I like to listen to you! Oh, is it better than your husband?" To be much thicker, are you afraid of eating?"

"His... really... thicker than her husband, if he is like this... ah... I am thinking about it... can't... can't be played by him anymore!" But it was so weak and weak, Lin Tianlong's little villain was strong and strong. Although there were stockings and protection, the feeling of sourness still made Song Yalin could not help but want to smash it out.

Fortunately, as the train arrived again, many people had to get off, Lin Tianlong had to let Song Yalin go.

However, after the embarrassment, Song Yalin did not have any strength at all. Suddenly she left the big boy's broad and strong arms and let her fall awkwardly.

"Auntie, are you okay?" The child who sat in the previous station and found the seat sat down with Song Yalin's waist and prevented her from falling further.

"Oh, no...nothing. Thank you!" Song Yalin, who was awake from the state of shame, found herself sitting on a child, and quickly held the handrail next to her, struggling to stand up.

The child let go and smiled and said, "Auntie, I will let you sit."

"No, no need." Song Yalin, where is the meaning of letting the children give their seats.

"It doesn't matter, are you Aunt Song? Xiaojie's mother?"

Song Yalin, who is worried that Lin Tianlong will not be entangled again, can't help but hear this: "Oh, yes, are you?"

"Oh, I am Xiaojie's table, my name is Chen Wei." The child apparently did not get angry because his classmate Song Yalin could not remember himself. He smiled and replied.

"Oh... yes, yes, Chen Wei." Song Yalin remembered this. Recently, the first grade of the experimental primary school was implemented in the next semester. The students with good grades and the students with poor grades were arranged at the same table, advanced and advanced. This Chen Wei has already stayed at the first level. Now he is still in the first grade, and his grades are very bad. Therefore, he was arranged by the teacher to be a little outstanding. Song Yalin actually saw Chen Wei once, but there was not much impression. Plus, Chen Wei looked like he was seven or eight years old, so she didn't think about it for a while. This is the same table of her son Xiaojie.

"Is not good, I was just being insulted by the little **** Lin Tianlong. Will it be seen by Chen Wei?" I thought that I had just leaned on Lin Tianlong, and the shame scene that was hit by the other side with stockings might be son Xiaojie. The same table saw that Song Yalin could not help but be a little confused. However, fortunately, Chen Wei just wants to let her seat sit for her, and there is nothing unusual about it. Let Song Yalin secretly thank her for not being discovered.

"Aunt Song, do you really want to sit for a while?" Chen Wei asked.

"Oh, no, no." Song Yalin answered absent-mindedly while paying attention to the movement behind him. Fortunately, Lin Tianlong found that Song Yalin and the people he knew were talking and seemed to dare not let go. The next stop is the city center, so there are many people in this station. Song Yalin is full of people, which gives her a little sense of security: at least Lin Tianlong does not dare to have so many people next to him. In the case, turn her over and humiliate her like I did just now?

"Xiao Jie's performance is great, every time is the top five in the grade!" Chen Wei said quite envious.

"He, usually still full of fun, don't work hard, huh, huh." Song Yalin, who was slightly stabilized in her heart, was modest.

"No, Song Auntie, he is very smart. Anything. I have a lot of recent performances, and all of them rely on him to teach me."

"Oh, students should help each other." From Chen Weikou, I heard the son’s advantages. Song Yalin’s mood was a lot better.

"Right, Chen Wei... um!" Song Yalin, who was thinking about asking about the school from Chen Wei, suddenly snorted. It turned out that just when she was talking to Chen Wei, Lin Tianlong had quietly picked up her skirt from behind and reached out and grabbed a hand between Song Yalin’s plump legs.

"Aunt Song, what happened?" Chen Wei asked.

"No...nothing...ah!" Song Yalin quickly disguised, but Lin Tianlong’s magic hand took the opportunity to move forward along her hip joint. The **** was heavily on her mouth, almost across the stockings and into her. In the body, she couldn't help but whisper.

"Oh, Song sister, how are you, cool?" Lin Tianlong’s low voice sounded in Song Yalin’s ear: “Hey, Song sister, can’t see it, you all have sons, you’re still, so, below. Wet into this!” Song Yalin hurried forward, but Lin Tianlong’s hand clung to her, and her fingers continued to poke toward her position. Although it did not really enter, but the finger’s powerful click was still Let Song Yalin's legs be weak, and almost have to fall backwards.

"Aunt Song, you, is it okay?" Chen Wei asked again.

"Ah, nothing is okay, huh, huh." Song Yalin took care of the hair in the ear, and the other hand grabbed the handrail and pretended to be nothing, said to Chen Wei: "Yes... you... you are new this year." How about Mr. Li?"

"Oh, Teacher Li, he is very strict." Chen Wei spit out his tongue: "It's fierce. The students are afraid of him."

"Oh, strict... oh... um... yes... for you." Song Yalin endured Lin Tianlong’s fingerless shame, and made a casual conversation with Chen Wei. In order not to let the satyr little **** behind her, she tried to clamp her legs and sway her full hips from time to time, hoping to get rid of the salty pigs that are raging in this very **** posture.

I don't know if Song Yalin's resistance played a role, and the hand left. But soon, "Ah!" A fiery pillar ran straight from behind Song Yalin's hips. That shape, that hardness, just tortured her for a while.

"Don't think about it!" Song Yalin bit his teeth, let Lin Tianlong constantly hit his own hips, against his own hip joints, still sticking his legs together, leaving no gaps to the satyr behind him.

"Oh, Song sister, how come, this time began to install the three-nine-nine anger?" The wretched voice once again passed to Song Yalin's ear: "In fact, I just want to be cool, then, do you not want to either? I don't want to flow so much water?" Song Yalin made up her mind to ignore it. Anyway, she still stood there.

"Sister Song, is that your son's classmate?" See Song Yalin refused to cooperate, and the low voice rang again. Immediately, Song Yalin's skirt was slammed to the waist. Song Yalin was taken aback and quickly grabbed the skirt in front and tried to pull it down to prevent it from being discovered by people in front of him.

"Hey, Song Sister, if your son's classmates saw that you were being insulted by me, what do you think? Haha, let him go to the class the next day and say, your son must have a face! Hey, think about it. I know that my mother was smashed in the subway, and even the skirts were picked up. What would your son think?"

When Song Yalin heard this, Lin Tianlong continued to threaten: "How, Song Sister, or you let me cool, or I will pick up your skirt, or pull off your shirt button. Let the kid see how full his classmate’s mother is.” Upon hearing this threat, Song Yalin’s body trembled slightly. After a while, she let go of her legs.

"Well, Sister Song, this is right!" Lin Tianlong did not expect such a threat to be successful. He quickly put Song Yalin's legs between them, and at the same time, he was instructed to say: "Song sister, clamp a little, let me enjoy it." Your leg!"

Song Yalin closed her eyes, and the beriboth bite her lower lip gently. She accepted her life with the legs of the satyr. Lin Tianlong immediately grabbed Song Yalin's waist from behind and used her legs to get her own.

"Oh... really cool!" He was caught by the thighs of such a beautiful young woman wearing stockings, and Lin Tianlong only felt comfortable to call out.

"Aunt Song, are you okay? Is there any discomfort?" Chen Wei suddenly asked.

"Ah, no... um... aunt... oh... aunt is a little... tired, so... um... keep your eyes closed for a while, huh!" Song Yalin quickly opened her eyes, for fear of being at the same table with her son Xiaojie I saw the organ and squeezed a smile. It’s just the thick and continuous movement between the legs, the temperature, the size, though the stockings, but the constant touch, the delicate skin on the inside of the thigh and Yumen, where Song Yalin’s sensitive body can bear, She grabbed the handrail next to her and felt that she could burst out loud at any time, and the delicate body that bent forward slightly could not stop shaking.