Counter Attack

A powerful low-pitched, hot, white liquid splashed onto the chest.

The high-frequency lumbar shock before the eruption played so much that for a long time after the outbreak, Wu’s buttocks had been vibrating under the inertia, and the two hands of the force were also shaking irregularly. It seems to have experienced a life and death war, life is saved, but the strength of the body has been drained.

The pool hired a sigh of relief, and the fine sweat on the brow bones set off the face to be more resolute and sexy.

He reached for the eye mask that Wu was afraid of, wet and sticky, not knowing whether it was sweat or teardrops, maybe both. Anyway, Wu Zhiwei’s eyes are red, his eyes are devoid, he is slightly squatting, and there is a sadness in laziness.

"Is it comfortable?" The pool hired to caress Wu’s face.

Wu Zhiwei’s voice is faint. "Don't talk to me."

The pool hired a wet towel from the side cabinet, and it was very considerate to wipe the face of Wu Zhiwei, rub the neck, wipe the hand... In short, the area that was not tightened was wiped, and the dirty spots that were rubbed were connected. I didn’t touch it.

Wu Zuowei wanted to reach out and wipe the white turbidity of his chest, but he was stopped by the pool.

I cast a doubtful look at him. "Why don't you rub it?"

The pool did not talk, the rough hand touched Wu’s chest, and the fingers were stained with the body fluids, gently walking over the chest and the lower abdomen, and smeared everywhere. Finally, take a touch of the most viscous juice, apply it to the tip of the milk, and the rough fingertips will rotate on it, and the clean red color will be dirty and obscene.

Wu Zhiwei screamed twice and took a flexible wrist in the pool and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Play with you." Chi hiring said while holding Wu’s shoulder.

After the love, the body was too sensitive, and it was irritated by the shoulders. Wu was afraid of twisting and screaming, and the distracting scorpion complained, "Isn’t you already playing?"

The pool hired a deep eye to look at Wu Zhiwei, the voice is not light and heavy, but with the evil that makes people bite their teeth.

"I didn't play enough."

After that, continue to pour those slippery juices on the tip of the nipple, while squeaking and looking at Wu Zhiwei with a mocking look. Wu Zuowei really does not want to toss again, the following is a pain, not moving. It is possible to let the pool hire such a fiddle, and the body is rebellious, and even the words with resistance have changed.

"I want to sleep."

The pool hired Wu Zhiwei's finger on his **** and joked, "Is it so swelled, can you sleep?"

Wu Zuowei wants to get rid of his hands, but he doesn't want to be held down by the pool. He hires **** to pinch the fingers of Wu Zhiwei, forcing him to scrape on his own nipple. Strong shame and strange stimuli overlap and collide, can't get rid of it, can't help it, and finally squat under the eyes of the pool.

"Is it very cool to touch myself in front of me?" Chi was deliberately ashamed of Wu.

Wu was afraid to bear it, and he couldn't hold it. He finally wrapped his arm around the neck of the pool. The hot face was honed on his chest, and the swollen lower body was intertwined again, panting, groaning, and another wave of heat swept.

"What do you want to do for you?"

Wu Zhiwei’s face changed, and his eyes were filled with strong resistance and touch.

"This is definitely not good."

In my case, nothing can be done. The pool hired a sneer and forced Wu to turn over. Three pillows were placed under the lower abdomen, and the buttocks were raised high and the shoulders were implanted.

Wu feared his teeth and roared. "This position is too Nyima, let me go!"

The pool hired Wu Zhiwei to die, and the voice was low and powerful. "If you do this for the first time, don't pick your posture. The lightest feeling is coming. This position is easy to find angles and control."

He said that he opened the buttocks that Wu was afraid of, listening to his painful snoring, very embarrassing.

I was carefully looked at the secret mouth after being loved. I didn't bleed, but it was red and swollen. I could see the soft red meat inside. He tried to touch it with his hand and immediately exchanged for the painful hum of Wu.

"What is it hurt?"

Wu Zuowei grabbed the sheets with his hands. "Can you hurt?"

I thought that the pool hired him to be so generous in his dedication, can pity his old bones. Unexpectedly, the pool hired all the remaining lubricants to the back of Wu Zhiwei. The cold touch made him a spirit, and he had not reacted. The hard iron-like stick penetrated into the body without leaving a trace of affection.

Wu is afraid to call for a few sounds, and the five faces on his face are full of lemons.

"It hurts!"

"The pain is right." The pool hired and moved. "It just makes you hurt."

Wu Zuowei opened his mouth and wanted to swear, but he was smashed by a collision with a pool. A sharp and itchy signal plunged into the meninges, forcing him to mourn with a cry.

The pool hired his head and pulled over. He said, "Do you know why it hurts you?"

Wu Zuowei said vaguely about the word "No".

As a result, it was again slammed down by the pool, and the screams of violent snoring came out.

"Don't stand up... can't stand it... ah..."

The pool hired the body to press down, and the whole root was plunged into the deep position.

"When the neckline is so big, who can wear it?"

Wu Zuowei forgot what happened that day, and he didn’t know what the pool was hired to say.

The pool hired Wu to be afraid of a confused expression, his hands licking his nipples, a fierce and fierce violent, and the body of Wu feared shrugged and screamed again and again.

"Who is it for?" Another hard question.

Wu Zuowei had to return a word. This is to say that Sao is for others to see. If you want to say something to him, he can’t be more energetic? Hesitating, and being crowned again, hurriedly spoke.

"you."

The pool hired a sneer, and the flames in his eyes ignited.

"That Laozi will cure your little sorrow!"

Said, support the upper body, hug the waist of Wu Zhiwei, squatting under the armpits, the sound of the impact is clear and loud, endless, with the mighty momentum of swallowing the mountains and rivers.

The pool is right, this position is really easy to find the angle, two powerful strong legs and a half squat, the solid hips swaying back and forth. Although the pain can not be removed, most of them have been replaced by soreness. The tone of Wu’s fear of sorrow has gradually changed. With a wave of strange currents, the buttocks begin to unconsciously twist.

"There... there... ........."

A colorless and transparent juice rushed out, and Wu was afraid to raise his neck, half-squatting black, and it was called a joy.

Finally, the tiger behind him broke out, and it was hard to bear the itch of Wu’s fear.

This time, I was copied into my arms again. Wu was afraid of being awkward. First, I really didn’t have the strength. Second, I didn’t know what to expect.

"Is this cool?"

Wu Zhiwei's throat rolled and he nodded very tiredly.

The pool hired his hand to reach the inside of Wu’s thigh and squeezed it twice. He asked, “I still want to come back?”

Wu feared that the pupil was cracked and shook his head. "I don't want to!!"

The low-pitched voice of the pool reveals a strong animal nature. "But I have a note on my small account book."

After that, I couldn’t help but lift a leg that Wu was afraid of, sideways and face to face. It’s good to communicate with Wu’s fear, and swearing in his ear, licking his shy little waves.

"No, I am going to die..." Wu was afraid of sweating.

The pool hired his strong buttocks and smiled lowly. "Do you know that your **** is much longer? I want to do it from the first sight I look at, I think about it today..."

After that, the leg that Wu Zhiwei lifted up was pressed to the chest, and one leg was drilled from the legs of Oita. It was deep and consistent, and the fierce rhythm moved.

Wu Zuowei has been smashed by the turbulent waves, his mind is lost, his face is twisted like a punishment, and he does not mind pooling to stare at him. The wildest side of the unscrupulous performance, with a deep cry in the snoring, fascinated by the pool.

"Ah..."

A white cloud was forced out, filled with hysterical low-pitched sounds.

Wu Zuowei almost fell asleep as soon as he finished, and then was awake by the itch of his knees. The scorpion was dumb, the eyes were wet, and the little yaw was too tired to lift his head, but he was still ruthlessly harassed by the pool.

"Do you know who's on the head of the twelve expansion sticks that you threw in my office?"

Wu Zhiwei shook his head, he only knew that chrysanthemum was very painful.

The pool hired a smile with a negative test, and cruelly revived Wu’s squat.

"There is still one, can we count?"

Wu is afraid of bowing his waist and squatting like a shrimp. He strongly supports the last trace of spirit and pleads. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, is it true? I am really not good..."

The pool hired his eyes softened and kissed Wu’s thin lips and asked, “Is it tired?”

Wu is afraid to nod.

"Unbearable?"

Wu is afraid to nod.

The pool hired him tightly in his arms, his distressed eyes lingering on his face, and spit out a gentle sentence.

"There is also a penalty."

Then, the beasts generally violently attack the swollen mouth.

Wu Zuowei thoroughly understands the truth, and the extremes must be reversed.

Everything has a degree, like a gun, can’t be squatted. You think that hanging him for a week is quite awesome, and people are doing your best for a night, and you have no half a life.

In the final sprint, Wu Zuowei was already in a semi-conscious state, and the body's sensory conditioning was followed by the action of the pool, and the spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Supreme is the abuse, and it is terrible to be fierce.

Wu Zhiwei’s tears were forced out by the hardships. In the pool, he rushed to the extreme "love" and cried and couldn’t breathe. In the end, the scorpion was dumb and couldn’t make a sound, two legs. Being crushed is still awkward.

It’s too fierce.

The word flashed in his head, and Wu Zhiwei completely fell asleep.

I’m really gentle in the pool, don’t mix a little illusion, not only wipe the disinfection of Wu Zhiwei’s mouth, but also bring out a paste containing a variety of precious herbs, stuffed into Wu’s body, and finally on his head. Kissed.

Unfortunately, Wu Zuowei did not see, hurriedly looking for Zhou Gong to complain to the monks.