Chapter 824： Stimulating on the balcony

"Well... hate, don't say it." Huang Yurong was blushing.

"Thinking about it is really oh, just the last time, you put me tight, the woman's place is amazing." Tianlong's fingers followed the gap and rubbed back and forth a few times, Huang Rongrong's suddenly sensitive The ground is slightly open.

"I also said, don't say, um... don't make trouble... Fingers are safe, and you can't stand it, um... oh... um... don't touch it." She was fooled by her son's fingers. It’s so itchy, the thighs just want to get together and can’t help but temptation to open.

"It doesn't matter if you can't stand it, we can continue for the third time." Tian Long smiled confidently, and his fingers still didn't stop moving.

"I know that you are amazing, but you have just done this at your mom's house. You can't be too tired. Hey, listen to the godmother, it's time later."

"I don't." Her words didn't work for her son at the moment. Instead, she was a little excited by his fingers. Huang Xiaorong turned his teeth and rolled out of bed, and loved and pitifully bowed to his son and said, " Ignore you, I took a shower." Staying for another second, she and her son can't control and then pick up a wave of waves. She quickly left the bedroom and got into the bathroom.

When Huang Rongrong took a shower and washed the underwear back to the bedroom, the dry son was still lying naked on the bed.

"I still can't do it. If it's too tired, go take a shower and get ready to go to sleep." Huang Xiaorong smiled and took the laundry basket and went to the bedroom balcony to dry the clothes.

Standing on the balcony, the refreshing evening wind blows on the face and can't tell the comfort. She takes a set of black underwear from the laundry basket and lifts it up. I remember that she didn't dare to dry the underwear. High, I always feel that these things wrapped around the most sensitive part of my body will be seen by other men. After the Yandu Mountain tour and the dry son crossed the Leichi, Huang Rongrong’s mentality has changed subtly. Other men may She could only look at her **** underwear, but in the days to come, only her son Lin Tianlong could enjoy the excitement of these underwear on her.

She took out two pairs of trousers from the laundry basket, a pair of flesh-colored blacks, still hanging high with two sets of **** underwear, thin stockings gently fluttering under the breeze of the evening, like Jumping an unknown dance.

After drying the empty laundry basket, Huang Rongrong stood on the railing of the balcony and looked out. The neighborhood was quiet, and the lights and lights in the balconies and windows of several buildings were closed. Or dark, who knows, how many secrets behind these windows are not known to outsiders, just like the mother and child of their family, who would want to get it? Maybe, in this community, they are not the only mother and son.

Huang Xiaorong laughed and leaned her head to let a long, maroon hair spread over her shoulders. It seemed as if she was comfortable at once.

I don't know how long it took to stand quietly. The light in the bedroom was suddenly extinguished. She suddenly fell into the darkness. It was her son, Tianlong, who got up and took a shower. She didn’t think much, she still looked away from her. The middle of the building's building group goes through and looks farther.

It took less than ten seconds to get her hands behind her back from behind her.

"Dragon... don't go to take a bath." The dry son Lin Tianlong exudes a slight sweaty smell. Huang Yurong gently wrinkles his brow, and one hand wants to push him away. The tentacles are just in the middle of his legs. A hard-boned thing poked **** her palm, and the front end slipped, and she screamed, just about to turn her face, and her son had bitten her earlobe with teeth.

"Daddy, don't move, that's it." Tianlong's voice was gentle and soft, like a good hypnotist, hearing her ear itchy.

"Well... little bad guys, how come... um... so hard?" Huang Yurong snorted and leaned back on the shoulders of the dry son.

The dry son smashed her nightdress down. The silk short-sleeved dress she wore was straight-through. She had just wore a bath and did not wear underwear. A night wind blows in the middle of her legs. On, like there are millions of ants crawling on it, itching and numb.

"Don't... it won't work here." Huang Yurong subconsciously pulled the nightdress down and wanted to cover the secret.

"Nothing, godmother, others can't see, no lights." The dry son Tianlong opened her hand and once again put her nightdress down to the waist.

The dry son said yes, because the lights in the bedroom were turned off, there was no backlight on the balcony, and it was dark. When I looked out from the balcony of my house, I couldn’t see anything, and there were a few potted plants on the railing. Also played a good occlusion.

"You are so good..." Huang Rongrong understands the attempt of her son. Although she is a bit worried, she has fantasized about it on the balcony, but it is her sexual fantasies when she masturbates. I can't think of it to be a reality tonight.

The dry son’s hand went round to the front and grabbed a few of them in her dense plexus. She pressed the **** gently on her belly, swinging left and right to open her fat, the whole **** Go in.

"Ah..." Huang Yurong couldn't help but snorted and immediately realized that it was on the balcony, and quickly closed her mouth again.

The other hand of Denon pulled the thin sling of her nightdress from her arm. The nightdress became a crumpled cloth and piled up at the waist. Her plump and tall **** were exposed to the air in the evening. Another cold breeze blew her hard, and her son's palm spread out to take turns carrying her two heavy spheres.

And being attacked by the upper and lower sides, Huang Rongrong's body became soft, and he kept breathing in the arms of his dry son.

At this time, next to the green belt downstairs, a Passat car is reversing into the parking space. I don’t know if the owner’s technology is too rusty. I have not poured it in several times, and all the lights are turned on. The car is in tandem. Funny to drive open.

"It's so stupid, it can't get in, I have to go in." The dry son said with a smile.

Huang Rongrong’s son had been completely smashed, and the two legs were once again flooded. She held her hands on the balcony railings and smashed the rounded back high. In the dark, she tried to make it worse. The dry son deliberately couldn't find the path to come in. She couldn't help but laugh, but couldn't help but move her hand, holding him back, leading it, teaching her son: "Here, find the godmother. The ditch was right, then went down..." Her hand took her son's back down her gutter, letting him fall into the middle of the two fat lips.

The dry son Tianlong was satisfied with the situation and sent it forward. The hot rubbing of her wet wall led to the straight, and it hit the opening in the depth of the flower.

Huang Rongrong was excited by this deep, but she did not dare to yell, her teeth clenched her lower lip, because her son was very fast, she was topped up in the slippers.

The dry son also knew that it was on the open balcony, and did not speak in the mouth, just forcefully in her, her plump buttocks swayed sharply under the impact of his thighs.

I don't know if it is special on the balcony. This kind of occasion itself has an exposed stimulus, so the pleasure of Huang Rongrong comes very strongly. From the reaction of the dry son's body, he is the same as her. In five minutes, his body was already shaking violently.

Her hand was holding her hand tightly behind her, and the other hand was about to support the weight of her body. Her upper body was raised high and she swayed in tandem with her son Tianlong. Going and hanging several times on the cold balcony railing, the sensitive ones are irritated and itchy.

At this time, the Passat downstairs also found the angle of the entrance, slowly poured in, after stopping the car, do not know whether it is intentional or unintentional, from the car is a female car owner, looking up at their balcony I looked at it and didn't know what to see.

Dry son Tianlong’s effort at this time, Huang Rongrong felt like a current spread from her legs to every corner of the body, and couldn’t stand it anymore, she slammed it out in her mouth and tightened her thighs together. After living in the dry son, followed by the depths, two times, three times, three consecutive hot spurts.

She had a soft knee and was soft on the floor of the balcony with her dry son.

"哎哟", just like that, the hard bang of the bang of the 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 婉 硬 硬 硬 硬 硬 硬She quickly reached for her son, holding the dragon's slippery greasy stained with her secretions.

"I fell to you? Is it painful, Tianlong?"

"Well, godmother, there is one point. But it doesn't matter."

"It's all called slower and slower, let the godmother look."

Huang Rongrong raised her face and lifted her son from her. Fortunately, her son was still hard, because the excitement became red and swollen, and the deep coronal ditch was piled up with the liquid secreted by her excitement. Because the thick things went in and stirred, the white liquids now seem to have become white foamy things. She licked her son's, wet. It's no wonder that it's so slippery and greasy in your own.

"Lie down, let the godmother come." She was shyly in the ear of her son Tianlong.

When the dry son heard it, he knew that Huang Rongrong had to change his posture, and he was very excited. This afternoon, she and he have changed a few positions, every time they can make Tianlong screaming, but she is above him in the posture below but she has not tried with him. Because Huang Xiaorong always feels embarrassed, riding on her huge son to enjoy the happiness, exposing her own side to the dry son always makes her feel shy, and at that time, her bulging up and down, her official throughput How shameful is his appearance. So she has never dared to use this position.

Now she can't take it anymore.

Watching the excited son's eyes staring at her, she rolled over and climbed onto him. Huang Rongrong shouted shyly: "Not allowed to see, bad son."

The son of Lin Tianlong, who is willing to listen, laughs and looks at her. Huang Rongrong bites her lower lip and trembles to the healthy body of her son. She almost stared at her dry son, straight up, her hand from the front to her own. Like a hot fire, squatting down the thigh. Thinking of the shameful things to do right away, her body is moving.