War Love Snow

The chill licked and teased the tip of the **** that contained the cold snow, covering one side with one hand and playing with the other, and the other big hand eagerly stretched into her legs, stroking the crypt that could make him ecstasy. .

Han Xue could not bear such a fierce stimulation, she shook her head unconsciously and panted, "Yeah ... slow ... hey ..."

"The girl with the wrong mouth is so wet, do you want to slow down?" The chill pulled out her fingers between her legs, and saw that the fingers were covered with crystal liquid. The chill lifted it to her nose and sniffed, " So fragrant ... "

Seeing such a violent move from the chill, Han Xue shyly opened her head. The wetness between her legs made her shyly pinch her legs, but was blocked by the leg inserted by the chill.

"Don't cover it, it's beautiful." Cold War stretched Han Xue's legs with her two legs, and she got up from her, looking down at the pink petals covered with flower dew.

The scented petals tremblingly displayed in front of the chill, leading him to stick out his tongue and lick his dry lips.

"Don't!" Seeing the movement of licking lips in the chill, Han Xue was struggling in shock, trying to get up, remembering that after the first night, the chill had also licked her there. The feeling of extreme ecstasy made her whole body imagination It's soft.

"Don't move, let me taste it." Then, leaning over and licking at the pink.

"Don't, ah ..." The lower body was suppressed by the chill, and the intense stimulus from the heart of the leg made Han Xue's half-stripped body fall back to the bed. "Ok……"

He chills holding the snow thigh roots in his hands and licks the pink petals. The faint fragrance and sweet love make him want to stop, and he opens his shy petals into the flower core with his thick tongue.

"Yeah ... um ..." The crispness of the legs made Han Xue soft, and she couldn't help splitting her thighs so that the chill licked deeper, and the sensitive flower hole mouth could clearly feel the rough of the chill. The tongue is twitching in and out. A shivering shiver caused Han Xue to scream loudly.

"Ahh ..." A scream of forgetfulness, Han Xue fiercely covered his red lips, and couldn't believe that he would call the bed so sensually.

The high-pitched voice in the silent night was so clear and weird that the chills also whispered loudly, and they intensified and drew a sip against Huaxue.

"Huh ... uh ... uh ..." The sharp stimulus from the private place made Han Xue rush to the climax. The honey spots suddenly flowed, and the chill sucked even more joyfully. The loud sucking sound was endless. Han Xue closed her eyes tightly. I didn't dare to put my hands over my lips, and I was afraid that her moans would be too loud. The entire Feifeng Pavilion and even the entire palace may know what good things she and chill did at night.

The chilling contented squinted and licked the corner of his mouth, stroking the pink petals with his hands, and saw Han Xue paralyzed the carcass, and the closed eye trembled slightly. He fell on her tenderly and gently opened her. Covering her hands on her red lips, rubbing her gently with her lips, "Do you like it?"

Han Xueyan's red face still had the aftermath of her orgasm. She panted lightly and stretched her arms around the neck of the chill, her red lips opened slightly, her soft tongue licked the corner of her chill, and she presented her own red. Lips, passionately prove your feelings with practical action.

The chill was a little flattered to take the cold and proactive kiss from the cold snow. The male root shouted and screamed. He hugged the cold snow sideways, and pulled a thigh of the high cold snow on his bent leg, holding the male root in the cold. Snow's hole was ground, and some honey liquid was squeezed into it.

"Hmm ..." Han Xue groaned, his hands reached the chill chest, and he gently pushed back.

Han Shizhan took a deep breath, forcing himself to stop moving and stroking the joint of the two with one hand, "Will it still hurt?"

"Hmm!" Han Xue held her shoulders, took a deep breath, and tried to relax her body to accept the sturdyness of the chill. "Yeah ... it's too big, don't try too hard, it hurts."

"Is this better? Is it better?" The chill slowly pushed the waist forward, allowing the meat sticks to move slowly at a grinding speed, and the sweat dripping from his head gradually increased.

Han Xue couldn't speak at all. After slowing down, she could obviously feel that the thick chill meat sticks opened up her aisle, sliding forward slowly a little, the feeling of being stretched and then filling up slowly. Let her grit her teeth and hold her chilling neck in her neck fossa.

With the feeling of fullness increasing, Han Xue's breathing became more and more rapid, the meat stick in the hole finally touched the apex, and that gentle touch fell like a stone into the water of **** pools, radical circles Ripples, the ecstasy of pleasure made both of them murmur.

The meat stick was tightly wrapped and felt very ecstasy, but he did not dare to twitch in the chill. He tightened his hips, fearing his lover's discomfort, and prevented himself from being let out. The pain of male roots made his forehead sweat more, lips Tankou, who sealed Hanxue, enthusiastically kissed, and rubbed her jade milk covered with Hanxue in one hand, hoping to ease the meat stick that was about to explode.

Han Xuecheng followed the chilling kiss, and he timidly slid down from the chill's waist and back, sliding over his firm buttocks, and then stroking his chilled abdominal muscles.

The chill trembled stiffly, and he let go of Han Xue's lips. "Leprechaun, do you know what you're doing?" He panted on her shoulders, his hot breath spraying on Han Xue's chest On top of it, let Han Xue's softened **** quickly stand up in a crisp.

Wu Hanxue breathed a sigh of relief, naughtyly drilled into the joint of the two, and gently held the thick male roots that remained outside the body. "People just want to see how long your one is." She was numb and painful every time she pressed it, and it took a long time to squeeze it all in.

"Hehe ..." The chill chuckled and licked her white neck, and asked lightly, "Are you satisfied with my size?"

"It's too thick and too long," Han Xue's jade finger stroked at the root of a thick meat stick. "If you can retract a little bit, I will be more happy."

"You girl!" The chill took a bite on her shoulder, and said with tears of laughter, "Do you know how many people my size is not available?"

Finger touched two soft eggs under the stick, Han Xue held it curiously and squeezed.

"Oh ... lightly!" The chill sighed like pain and joy, and the waist began to push back gently, "Does it hurt? I can't help it."

I pinched the two soft **** that she couldn't grasp with one hand, and Han Xue pulled back her hand and put it on his waist. "Don't move too hard, I'm afraid of pain."

"Does it hurt?" The chills are unhappy and slow, and all the large arcs are withdrawn and reinserted. Whenever they bump into the depths of the cold snow, they no longer forcefully withdraw and then enter.

"No ... well ... comfortable ..." Han Xue unconsciously raised the wind and shuddered, and half of her breathing was unstable.

Feeling that Xuexue's body was tightening slowly, and the acupoint was slowly shrinking. The chill knew that she was about to reach an orgasm. With the posture of the two of them, pumping at a faster speed. Snow's breathing became sharp, and several shovels of chills finally finally buried him completely in Hanxue's body.

"Ah ..." Han Xue said with a low dumbness, and the small hole tightly absorbed the meat stick. The contraction seemed to squeeze it out of the small hole, and it was more like sucking the meat stick into the body. .

"Damn!" The chill shuddered and failed to withstand the grip of the cold snow hole. He abandoned his weapon and surrendered, the meat stick beating and shaking a few times.