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On the way home, Young-hyun drove, and Fu-Cheng sat on the co-pilot and closed his eyes.

Fortune doesn't hate wine, but it doesn't like it. He knows he's easily drunk and has control over the amount of alcohol, usually a beer, except today.

The rain is so thin that it's almost invisible that there's only a bit of humid in the air.

The windows were closed, and Fu Chong smelled of perfume, cosmetics and, if not, body. He was dizzy, had heavy eyes and was very emotional, and had been holding his right hand on the road, one by one, to her finger.

Young-hyun drew back his hand when he turned around. Fu-Cheng opened his eyes to the road, saw the bend and had a little more cars. When the car was moving smoothly, he grabbed her hand and kept movin'.

It's better to play.

Young-hyun's got his hands on him, and he can't do it.

"Fu Chong." She called him by his name with all seriousness, and as a result, Fu-Cheng was silent and his eyes were closed for three or four seconds, responding to her: "I am."

Young-hyun can't laugh when she calls?

I had to say, "I drive, it's not safe. Let go, will you?"

"Hmm." He's a good listener and he's loose. Young-hyun was relieved to think that he had finally spoken to the drunkard and did not want the man to have a set of actions in his mouth, to bring her hand to his mouth, first by stomping his nose and then biting softly with her fingertips.

His whole body was hot because of alcohol and his mouth was burning. When his abdomen touched his tongue, his euphemisms were sprouted, his abdomen were shrunk and his legs were wetter than outside the window.

"Frank, don't do it."

"...well." He used this word to trick her, to detect her escape and to bite her.

It didn't hurt much, but it scared Young-hyun, and she said, "Do you belong to a dog?"

If I hear her talk like that, I'm sure Fu-Cheng will let go, but now he's drunk and he thinks her voice is sweet. His nose sprung out of heat and strangled her underside, and he took another bite, and he said, "It's bad?"

Young-hyun's throat was choked and his eyes were thick. She feels so angry and attractive at the moment.

This is the first time she's seen Fu-Cheng drink too much, but there's something new.

It's not stopping, it's getting worse. Young-hyun just got in the car, and then Fu-Cheng came over and stayed behind her and refused to leave.

After the wedding, they moved to a villa a little away from the centre of the city and entered their own house in the garage, without having to take care of the surveillance.

He bows his head, his lips rubbing her side neck, a little sucking up. In exchange for her connivance, he's getting harder and harder.

Young-hyun tickled, but he grabbed his arm, he couldn't move, he had to put his elbow on him, "Fu Chong! Don't put it around his neck."

"Why?" he asked, "Strengthening her arms." Looking up at the red kiss marks on the white skin, the more satisfied they look, the more loudly they take a sip next to it, and say, "We are husband and wife, afraid of what."

His breath was full of wine, and he kept kissing her ear, neck and trying to provoke her.

Young-hyun thought he was drunk and didn't even know she was wet.

She pushed him, didn't push, and she said, "Fucheng, this is the garage, whatever you want to do, at least go home."

Fu Qiang turned on her lips, one hand to unbutton the button on her shirt, and the voice said, "I want to have sex with you."

Young-hyun, don't laugh. Obviously she can't communicate with him now, so she relaxes, she reaches out and kisses him, and she says, "Okay, let's go home and do it again."

This time, Fu-Cheng was not confused.

Young-hyun wonders if he's confused. How come you understand?

The Lord lays down on the second floor, with limited patience, and when he enters the door, he pushes him to the table to kiss him, with his right hand on the side of his thigh, gently pushes her and lifts her leg.

Young-hyun grabbed Fu-cheng's neck and tied his waist with his legs.

Fu Zheng snuffed her tongue and swallowed it with impatience.

"Well..."

Spoiled from wet red lips, Fucheng listened to her waist, bit her lips and took her to the couch, while taking off her clothes while kissing the exposed skin.

Young-hyun was itching and numb, he couldn't stand to laugh, he sprained himself a few times, and he put his foot on Fu-Cheng's shoulder, "Itchy."

Fu Chong raised her head and looked at her for a while, and suddenly he stood up, turned on a sidelight, grabbed her ankle on her shoulder, raised her legs high and made a slutty gesture.

He looked at her like that, kissing her ankle, his calves, and his eyes had not gone for a moment.

The itching spreads from the skin to the mouth, and the eyes of the wise flow out of the drowning heart, licking his lips and looking at him.

The pupils of Fu City shrunk, their throat slid a few times, kissed her more freely, just to open her thigh and kiss the vagina. He tasted her like he was eating a good meal, and his tongue ran over red meat and sucked the clitoris in.

"Uh-oh," he looked up, he was soft, he looked like he was electric, and he spread it all over her.

While he was lubricating, two fingers were inserted in Fucheng, and he was immediately suffocated with a tight wall meat.

Young-hyun raised his bow and made a sound. Fu-Cheng watched her look and the hidden fire burned on her chest. He wanted to go crazy, he didn't know why he was here, to rip off her collar and grab a tit.

He touched her slimy sweat and his skin sucked his palm. Fu-Cheng pulled his finger out of the hole and held the turtle head in.

"Young Hyeon, I want to make it a little heavier today." He bit his teeth and said it was as if she had consented and his thumb was holding on to the red and swollen clitoris.

“Hmm...” closes his eyes and feels Fung's penis coming into his body a little bit, with restraint, and the cave spasm creeping, sucking the big turtle head deeper.

Fu-Cheng was drunk. That's what it looks like.

She raised her body, held her hand in his scrotum, and said, "Ah, ah, Mr. Fu, what happened to you? Drunk and crazy on his wife.”

His wife, in four words, had a nerve in Fu Chong, he strangled her waist and lifted her up completely.

"Ah, ah... slow... too soon..."

The more she says it, the worse it gets. A strong sense of pleasure, beyond Young-hyun's control, erupted in a heat of heat, pouring into the city. In this water, he tried to put his finger in it, and his nails were stuck to the top of the hole and failed several times.

"Fu Chong!" groaned like he was going to break his breath, pull his head down and bite his throat.

Fu Qiang gave her a hard-on, forgot her crazy intentions, focused on her back, overweight, splattered sweatballs.

Young-hyun's coming back soon. Fou-Cheng held her up on her body, and even the thickest of the penis was swallowed up in her lair, and the pelvis was suffocated while the water was spitting in her mouth.

There was no gap in the cave, and the semen was sprayed directly from the confluence.

After a while, Young-hyun finally looked back and fell on his feet. And he breathed on his shoulder and said, "Fu Chong, you should drink less."

And then, in a warm breath, he kissed her and said, "It's not drunk.

“... and does not recognize”

"Young Hyeon, I'm really happy." "Hands are already scratching tits."

"Ah what happy?"

Fu Qiang pulled her head up, covered her earlids with licks, and hurried into her earlids: “You said before, we didn't have to be in each other's lives, but you came.”

He did not know what had happened to her, but she deliberately called his husband at the table, which was the first time they had publicly “su-eun love”.

The sense of pleasure began again, and Young-hyun grabbed the last sense of reason and raised his face and said, “Don't think, I don't want to show up because I know what some people say.”

As soon as she showed up, someone would say he had a soft meal.

Fu Chong had always thought that she was reluctant to disclose because she was protecting her privacy, but that was why. And he smiled, and rubbing on her lip, and he said, "I'm not blind, Young-hyeon, but you are, you're too small."

Young-sweet smiled, closed his eyes, tightened his ass and put his earlids on his lips while Fu-Cheng was humming, and said, "Well, I was wrong, my husband was so big..."

Fukuo's penetrating with needles, raised her ass full of semen and started to back up again.