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Young-hyun stood up, his index finger reached his mouth and turned around with his tongue.

"Can you taste what?"

Fu-Cheng didn't know what kind of trick she was playing, and he pulled off and said, "Finger."

"Whose finger?"

"Yours."

"Bingo." Young-hyun pulls out his hand, rubbing his nipples with his saliva fingers, and says, "What's the reward?"

Waiting for his answer, she contained one of the hardened ones, and it made a sound, sometimes grinding with her teeth.

Fortune bites his teeth.

Not just the pleasure on the chest, but the soft vagina was squeezed on his belly, the cave was shrunk with hunger, and the sterile water kept telling him to feel clearly her excitement.

A little kiss, Young-hyun rises up again and pulls up, and his nipples are hanging over his mouth, and he walks around.

"What about this?"

Fung's neck is up, he bites himself up, he's holding his little titty to death.

"Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah.

If she doesn't get an answer, she won't give him anything to eat.

By necessity, Fu-Cheng threw out his nipples and held it for a while and said, "It's the chest..."

Boobs?

Look, it's only been three months, and he's "not good."

"No."

She rubbed her tits on his chin, heavy and light.

"It's tits, tits. See how I treat you? The right answer is for you to cheat."

"I'll eat it for you, Chuen. Want some?" Young-hyun groans: "Well, I want to be licked by you, my nipples itch...

If she tried to force him, he might still be able to hang on a little longer, but she said she wanted to be licked and told how to stand it.

Moreover, she has always called him by name and name, sometimes calling her husband, and making a prank is more than gentle.

It's the first time she calls him town, not at a time like this.

Fu-Cheng imagines her eyes with her voice, and her mind is madly on fire.

And his throat was burning, and he said, "It's tits, Young-hyun, put it in my mouth."

Young-hyun caressed his cheeks, with tenderness in his eyes and a loud voice, "I call you City, you call me Young-hyun?"

He's got his mouth on him and his body's squeezing, his ass back and he's hitting his head.

Fu Quan's forehead was blundered, the cock jumped a few times, and the horse's eye spreads out before the sperm.

"Son," he's got a rough voice and a lustful face, "wife."

Young Hyeon hums with satisfaction and sends his own milk.

Fu Chong began to swallow, with great strength and movement, with a thick and powerful tongue scrambling, crushing and sucking out the little tits.

Young Hyeon's eyebrow screeched, screeched, and got goosebumps.

It's hard to draw out red and swollen nipples, and Young-hyun pushes down the man who wants to kiss and says, "Don't move."

She's not feeling well, her voice is shaking, she sounds like she's crying.

It's not good to be blind, even if she knows she's crying.

Young-hyun looked back at his thongs, and the thongs were so swollen that they were covered in two eggs and covered her with water, wrinkles and rags. The meat sticks that were completely untied vibrate.

Take your eyes back, Young-hyun lowers his voice and says, "Guess what's next?"

Fortune's heart beats like a drum and salivas.

First hands, then tits, then it's down there, isn't it?

If her tongue tastes, saliva has begun to be distributed.

"It's down." He learned to hold on to his palms and said, "Your lair, your pussy..."

Young-sweet smiles, black pupils flow.

Point his abdomen and say, "Well, what are you thinking, why is it so colorful?" "Does your comrades know about your woman?"

Brother.

Fu Zheng's head was buzzed, and he was confused, shamed and sexual.

Young-shin turns his direction, and his ass sits in his chest.

"I guessed wrong and broke my underwear again."

She hooks up her unformed underpants and straps into the stockings, and that weird feeling makes Fucheng stiff.

"What shall I punish you, brother?"

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

She opened her mouth and slowly incorporated his coarse length into her mouth, swallowing most of it from the beginning until the tortoise reached its throat.

The "shuss--" warm mouths are so hot that Fu-Cheng is snorting, instinctively leaning back and trying to get more. Young-hyun escaped, sucking on him with milk, a mouth vacuum, and the tortoise head came out of the red lips, making a sound.

Whether or not, her ass is still grinding on his chest.

Fu-Cheng is in pain and good.

He wanted to hold her hips, rub her in his hand, and then pull out the musk, his tongue into the little flesh hole, suck it up, suck it up.

Young Hyeon was close to the head of the tortoise, found his tongue and licked the bottom of the tortoise cortex. Feel him shaking, laughing and kissing his thigh.

Fu Qiang swallows the sound that is running out of control, and he squeaks, and he says, "Hon, give it to me."

"Okay." She's happy to say yes, and then she's holding his scrotum and sucking.

"Hmm!" Fortune can't hold back any more. Na Ho's hands were handcuffed and he had no place to hide and could only breathe under her lips.

Fu Zheng's brain blew up into mud and struggled to say, "No, Young-hyun, I don't want you to lick me."

He wants her.

She's licking him while she's talking.

Young-hyun certainly knew what he meant, grabbed the other side of the scrotum and asked, "Not feeling well?"

Fu-Cheng fell back to bed, and he was breathing even harder, "Easy."

Feels good enough for him to shoot.

"Well, don't like it?"

Fu-chul's ears were burning, and he was bored, and he said, "I like it."

Young-hyun smiled, and the heat passed over his tight thigh muscles, and he said, "It's punishment, and it makes you feel better. Brother, I spoiled you, didn't I?"

All the good things she's got to say is that Fu-Cheng is suffocating.

Young-hyun had a good time, he had a good time, he had a good time, he had a warmer lick, and he finally opened his red lips and sucked the purple meatstick into his mouth again.

He's too big to hold her mouth sore, and her tongue works so hard that he can lick it and squeeze it with his throat.

The eyelids covered by the eyelids were tightened and his hands struggled in vain, with little handcuffs clapping on the bed and ringing.

The sound of the metal is an aphrodisiac for Young-hyun, the lair is out of control and the orgasm is unintentional.

It's not a pleasant taste, whether it's sweat or his ex-sort, but it's too exciting for the entourage.

"Yin-hyun, Xiao-hyun, stop!" Fu-Cheng struggled so hard.

The cock stomped on her teeth, and Young-hyeon was afraid he would hurt him.

She calms down and whispers, "I'm not afraid I'll bite you, but I'm going to find someone else if it breaks."

Fu-Cheng's throat is so tight, he presses the impulse to ejaculate, and says, "You dare."

Huh? Fu-Cheng dared to threaten her?

An accident.

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