Passion

Tang Qing's sensitive parts opened and closed in response to his frequency, swallowing lightly as he advanced and then tightening and squeezing to prevent him from leaving when he withdrew.

Yanyan's waist tightened faster and faster, a little out of control. When Tang Qing was about to climax, he pressed hard into the soft place. He let out a long, muffled groan in his throat, with a bit of hoarseness, and hugged Tang Qing tightly. The body crashed hard, regardless of the situation.

Yan Yan continued to stimulate Tang Qing's post-orgasmic body, and Tang Qing bit his genitals regularly, swallowing Yan Yan's monster in and out.

He buried his head on the side of Tang Qing's neck, brushing his hair, which made Tang Qing itch. He rubbed it like a baby and then pushed his head inside. "Qingqing, am I too loud?" "What do you think?" Tang Qing asked instead of answering.

"I don't know." Yan Yan rubbed Tang Qing's shoulder again, his face turning redder.

The thing underneath has not been pulled out from the side of the underwear, but it is still swollen and erect. Yanyan's long black eyelashes trembled, and he saw you put your fingers into his mouth again, "The fingers are all wet from your taste."

He lowered his eyebrows, blushed, and obediently took Tang Qing's finger into his mouth. He wrapped it with his tongue and licked it all over, not even letting go of the gaps between the fingers. He held the fingertip with his teeth and took a bite before reluctantly spitting out the finger.

Tang Qing held his shoulders and took off his soaked underwear. His place was spotless, and he could see everything clearly under the bright light.

There was a thick liquid between the underwear and the sensitive area. When she lifted her legs to take off the underwear, a thin slit opened up on the sensitive area.

Yanyan didn't dare look openly; he just lowered his eyes, glanced secretly, and then glanced again. He was so cute like this, and when he heard you chuckle, he blushed and turned his head.

Tang Qing gently pulled his face back, and the softness of his chest squeezed and deformed his chest muscles. She took his hand to touch between her legs, stared into his dark eyes, and rubbed her lips against him carefully, coaxed, "You don't seem to be well yet."

Tang Qing's soft and warm lips caressed his face, and the breath he exhaled swept across his skin like light feathers.

Yanyan's fingertips have already touched a piece of moist heat, and the juice is rippled, and he sucks it in with his fingers.

He was easily shy in such matters; his cold white skin turned red to pink, and his dark blue shirt half covered his muscular body.

His forehead was dripping with sweat. Under his long eyebrows, a pair of eyes stared at Tang Qing shyly but eagerly. Two rows of long, delicate eyelashes trembled.

His head rubbed against Tang Qing's chest lovingly, and his hair brushed against her perky nipples, causing Tang Qing to tremble slightly.

He softly called Tang Qing's name, lowered his head, and looked at the place where the bite was on his fingertip seriously and intently. He slowly and carefully opened it and slowly inserted his finger.

His movements were gentle, but he quickly reached the most profound part.

He twitched his fingers twice and brought out a piece of sticky water.

He added another finger, and with just two fingers, he stretched the soft and hot inner wall tightly.

He blinked lightly, raised his head, kissed your lips while twitching, and whispered Tang Qing's name in a low voice.

"Qingqing, is this okay?"

Tang Qing licked the tip of his tongue and thought, yes, very... yes.

Suddenly, Yanyan pushed Tang Qing's shoulders, opened Tang Qing's thighs, met Tang Qing's puzzled eyes, and then put his lips against the sensitive area.

"No, no, don't do this."

Yan lay on Tang Qing's body and pulled away Tang Qing's hand, covering his legs. Tang Qing pursed her lips and shook her head.

Yanyan turned around, and his tongue inadvertently rubbed against the protrusion. Tang Qing couldn't help but gasp, tightened his thighs, and then covered it with his other hand.

Both hands were covered tightly, not allowing any words to be touched.

Yanyan had no choice but to move closer and bite Tang Qing's ear, gently licking the base with the tip of his tongue.

Yanyan suppressed the gasping sound in his throat, revealing his excitement.

Yan Yan calmly lit fires everywhere on Tang Qing's body and kneaded Tang Qing's groin with his palms.

Tang Qing also felt it and realized that Dao Yanyan's penis was too swollen to hold down. He kissed his lips and whispered, "It's okay now; there's no need for this."

Those eyes as deep as pure black diamonds stared at Tang Qing, smiled, and kissed Tang Qing's lips, "Then I will do it gently."

Yanyan pulled Tang Qing's hands away, leaned down, and kissed Tang Qing rewardingly, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Tang Qing blushed and kissed him back.

Compared with his hesitant attitude, the thing sticking up high under his crotch was the true expression of his desire. Tang Qing could feel the thing beating restlessly against the base of his leg.

Tang Qing supported his broad shoulders but only took in a little, withdrew, and went in a little more.

This feeling is not pleasant. Although his shape is too ferocious, the color is pink and extremely cute.

After going back and forth many times, his forehead was completely soaked with sweat. Obviously, he had endured it very hard, but he never straightened his waist, worrying about Tang Qing's feelings. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" His voice was very hoarse.

Tang Qing's body was also covered in sweat. She held Yan Yan's shoulders, leaned over, and kissed him. Yan Yan sucked and nipped like an out-of-control puppy.