Chapter 524： Huang Xiaorong Yimu Spring

"What am I looking forward to? What are you eager for?"

On this point, Huang Rongrong couldn't understand and didn't want to think too well, but she was deeply obsessed with the strange feeling. This is the biggest secret that these days have been lurking in her heart, or from the unconscious. Some kind of illusion can greatly alleviate the depression and depression that she feels, venting her sensation that has become more and more intense in these years, but she can't talk to people, and the sorrows that are constantly changing and confusing. .

According to the ancient customs in the traditional culture of the Central Plains, there may be a more intimate future between the mother and the child. Although this primitive and backward custom has been abandoned, the history of more than two thousand years can be easily eliminated.

Like the squid that spawns spawning, every year, the unfettered sea is desperately trying to swim back to the birthplace of the year, spawning and dying on the river shoal; and crossing the Mara River twice a year on the African grasslands. The scale of the wildebeest migration, the turbulent rapids, the **** mouth of the crocodile crocodile and the sharp teeth can not dispel the strong crossing of the river...

As a rational human being, with the removal of vulgarity, it is often the external behavior that is eliminated. The precipitation in the mind is like the genetic code, which still affects people's thinking tenaciously, and then makes some people look like others. Some deviant behavior.

Is it true that she is also like this?

Therefore, only in the dead of night, when Huang Xiaorong was lying on the warm big bed in the dark embroidered room of the resort room, she dared to open her mind and release herself to be deeply locked in her heart, always thinking To find out the magic that made her bloody, carefully pondering this dreamlike illusion, the kind of ecstasy that made her feel soft and soft, and exerted her extraordinary imagination to imagine The tempting scene of the son Tianlong and her girlfriend, Yang Meizhen, Yang Lan, together with the phoenix and the fish and water!

Whenever this time, this picture of Huang Xiaorong’s mind spurred her strong illusion, which made her blushing and igniting the thriving fire of love in the body, a series of strong physiological reactions. It will be fully expressed in the three most sensitive parts of the body...

Swelling, gradually hardening and expanding into a thumb head is generally large, under the difficulty and secretion of large shares.

If Huang Rongrong stops here, she will never be able to control her own thoughts once she starts. Only by indulging her own arrogance, letting her mourning continue to go deep into her mind will often prevent her from being able to control her own prosperity. In the end, she was forced to try to stimulate herself to get pleasure, so that she could get it occasionally and get a little physical satisfaction.

Fundamentally speaking, even if Huang Rongrong is willing to do this in shame, she always has a sense of itching and can not let her emotions and desires be fully released.

This situation is basically once a month, it happens in the period after her menstrual cramps, this is the most high-rise moment of the middle-aged woman like a wolf!

At this moment, it began to be secreted again. I noticed that Huang Rongrong was annoyed and blamed himself. How is the body so sensitive today? Is it really because of loneliness for too long? Over the years, her husband Guo Liqing has become more and more unable to satisfy her. She has already entered the age of tiger wolf. Who makes her husband Guo Liqing getting older? Even if the husband and wife are doing things, Guo Liqing is passing by, and this kind of suffering is only Huang Qirong himself can understand.

Huang Rongrong didn't dare to think again. He could only tell himself that maybe it was just a normal reaction of a big boy. If the skin is blind, if it is not impulsive, then it is impossible. I am a little bit sloppy, not to mention the young and impulsive Tianlong.

"Good, good, don't say, don't say, aunt, but you still have a wound, you have to deal with it!"

Lin Tianlong played the round field and cut off the thoughts of Huang Rongrong.

"Do you have to **** it out?"

Huang Rongrong has some feelings, but since he has been "handled" with a wound, the other should be "handled".

"Of course, to obey, godmother, I don't dare to lie to you, come, don't be shy, don't be embarrassed, pick it up!"

Huang Rongrong heard that Lin Tianlong wanted to pick up himself. He felt that his mouth was doing a great job. His face seemed to be burning. He wanted to refuse. But when he saw the face of Tianlong, he could only reluctantly twist his body, and the beauty of the face was clear. The meat was half-squatted on the ground, and the eyes didn't dare to open it. I just wanted to get through this embarrassing time.

"Daddy, separate your legs, or your son will not be able to reach it!

Lin Tianlong is very patient and urges the road. The big talk of Huang Yurong is not a piece of crafts. It is not exaggerated in white, red and white, not only does not have the kind of sedentary stains, even a little scar. Or you don't have it, the black pants are absolutely perfect, it's a pretty good.

Huang Yurong sighed, very helplessly separated the legs slightly, and the peaches were also rounded up and a little bit up. Lin Tianlong looked satisfied with the big gods in front of him, touched his hand, and asked a serious question in his mouth. Road: "Daddy, itchy?"

"One point, Tianlong, you can **** it!"

Huang Rongrong clenched his hands and calmed his mood, only to make quick decisions.

"Your wound seems to be inside, you have to open it, wait for your son to look carefully, and hold back!"

Lin Tianlong reached out and firmly pressed on the rounded hips of the dry mother Huang Qirong Feng Feng, and then began to forcefully smashed to both sides, and then squeezed back.

"Dragon, did you find it?"

Huang Rongrong has never been played by others like this. He can only listen to Tian Ren’s resignation and ask for the shivering voice.

"Daddy, the place where you were bitten is here."

Lin Tianlong ordered a little chrysanthemum of Huang Rongrong with his hand, and then gently massaged it with his fingers across his pants.

Huang Xiaorong originally thought that the wound was on the top. I didn't expect it to be in such a shameful position. Then I felt the gentle press of Tianlong, and I couldn't speak comfortably, but the reason made her gather the mind in time, and turned her heart and said: "Dragon, Don't **** it there, I will recognize it if I lose my disability!

"Husband, how can you lose money? You Rongrong, you are afraid that your son will abandon the place where you kissed me. Don't think so. I will treat you as a mother. How can my son be abandoning his mother? You take it off a little." Child, let's give it to your son."

"Dragon, I am really embarrassed! Besides, if you know what to do, I don't know how to explain it."

Huang Yurong’s worried explanation, but the big one did not move, or was high.

"Reassure, my son knows that your mother's skin is thin, it doesn't matter, my son promises not to tell me what to do, how about? Let's say that we are going to cure the disease, don't think too much, just remove the trouble, you will achieve the purpose, I can not allow me. The godmother is lying on the bed for the rest of her life. This is not responsible for cognac. Moreover, it is up to you to dry up the incense of Guo’s family. If you are over 40 years old, you must hurry to hug your son. Enjoy the family fun, godmother, do you really have the heart to let yourself fall on the bed for the rest of your life, and deprive you of your right to be a father?"

Huang Rongrong listened to Lin Tianlong’s words, and when he said this, he couldn’t find a reason to refuse. It’s only the default, and the son’s willingness to marry his own place, which made her’s touch on Lin Tianlong rise again. Points, so Shi Shiran will pull down a few points, the star is half-masked, softly said: "Dragon, then you suck!"

"Well, godmother, then you pick up this pajamas first, or you will get in the way."

Lin Tianlong’s temptations were strong and calm, and his heart had already blossomed. The handsome face was not smiling. Of course, these Huang Rongrong could not be seen.

Lin Tianlong picked up Huang Xiaorong's pajamas and exposed half of his smooth back. The ancients described the young girl as the back of the willow and the spring of the hibiscus. This is exactly the same for the dry mother Huang Rongrong who has not yet given birth to the middle age. The embodiment of the shoulder blade is like a transparent wing. It is the best ratio of plump and thin. Every move is faint, just like flying, naked. The delicate spine with slight bulging on the back, like the veins of the willow, is as thin as a fairy in the sky, the goddess of the world.

And this goddess, this time is undoubtedly synonymous with **** and temptation.

Huang Rongrong's volume is together, half hanging on the white thigh, black and white contrast, revealing a few minutes, the fat and full of the full exposed, but just blocked, but after all, is a thin pants, there are always some Going out of the light, so Lin Tianlong adjusted his perspective, and he was able to clearly see the most secret hole of Ganma Huang Rongrong.

The pink chrysanthemum is so delicate, there is no hair around, like a tulip of a tulip. If you can poke the big **** into it, it will be clamped by such a beautiful buttocks. It’s how to enjoy the ecstasy of the hips that are rolling in the flesh!

Lin Tianlong couldn't help it anymore. He put the whole face in the big Dali of Huang Marong. Although Huang Rongrong felt that the wound was not here at all, but since Tianlong said this, he could only listen to it.

The scarlet tongue licked the chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and the clean scent of scutellaria sinensis even exudes a fragrant scent. This is a beautiful scent of Lin Tianlong. He smugs and licks the black one. It’s down.

Huang Yurong exclaimed, and wanted to reach out and mention it, but he was slammed by his son Lin Tianlong. The pleasure was struck. The little face was bright and colorful, and he couldn’t help but raise his head. The hair waved like a throat. There was a deep gasp in it.

"Dragon, hehe... it’s too hard..."

Huang Rongrong held his hands on the ground, and the mouth of the mouth was slightly open. He rubbed the red lips with his tongue.

"Daddy, you have to put up with it, concentrate on it, cooperate with your son, don't think about it!"

Lin Tianlong has now touched the soft underbelly of Ganmao Huang Rongrong. She knows that as long as she does not break through the window paper, by the name of healing, she can definitely play with this noble godmother.

Lin Tianlong squatted behind Huang Xiaorong, greedily stroking the legs of Huang Rongrong, he stroked the sleek legs to the plump thighs, touched and kneaded, up and down. The delicate elasticity and smooth touch of Huang Qirong's legs make him feel uncomfortable and can't put it down. Under the kiss and touch, Huang Yurong’s dignified and dignified manner was lost. Not only did she twist her body, she couldn't help but make a pleasant sigh, flooding, and rushing out from the wet, wet the entire leg.