Zhen Guo Princess GL

Ah Huan was weird, not from the perspective of her words and deeds, after all, in terms of her words and deeds, she couldn't be more normal now.

However, it is also because she is so normal that it makes me feel weird—in recent years, she has really looked too much like a normal good wife and mother, but she has never been the type of good wife and mother.Even her performance to Dugu Shao today, when I think about it carefully, is really a bit artificial, I couldn't help but took a step towards her, wanting to ask her quietly what's the matter, when I was about to speak, Dugu Shao kicked her to the side In the morning, when I was picking up bamboo shoots, I laughed and teased me: "Is it true that Er Niang won't come? If you don't come, we won't call you next time." Quite a few people belonged to the society, so I didn't want to lose face, so I went into the hall and changed my clothes. When I came out, I saw A Huan sitting quietly on the porch, holding a scroll in one hand, and looked up at me halfway. Walked over to her and called her "A Huan", only to see the little eunuch Fonu standing behind her bowed, because of his age and shortness, he bowed his back, so he didn't see him for a while.

I stood there awkwardly, and called "Sister-in-law", but she stretched out her hand and straightened my clothes for me. I looked over her shoulder to see Fonu, she just smiled, straightened my clothes, and put it on my wrist again. With a handkerchief tied, Fang gently pushed me: "Go."

I hummed, looked at her again, walked down the steps, kicked a few times absent-mindedly, and turned to look at A Huan, she was sitting on the porch reading a book, not distracted from looking at me, I was a little depressed, kicked a few times , excused that I was not feeling well, and went back slowly, while changing clothes, I suddenly remembered that since A Huan handed me the piece of paper last time, we have been alone less and less. When we are together, there is always Cui Mingde or someone else. The meeting at night is rare and rare, and they are often used for urgent matters. After finishing each other, we are both tired, and we don’t have much to say—even if there is, it is a business matter. ——It’s been a long time since we had a good, private chat.

For some reason, I miss her a little.

I walked out again slowly, I wanted to find A Huan, but she had already left from the corridor, Dugu Shao didn't mean to play so much, it was better to say that he wanted to stay overnight, so it was a little late, but still Calling everyone not to let them go, Cui Mingde called people to prepare food and stay for people in the commune to have a banquet. Everyone was very happy, and there was no danger of the palace gate being locked. They waited until late, and only got up and left when everyone was enjoying themselves—at that time, the lights in the main bed had been turned off, as if they had fallen asleep.

I hesitated outside the door for a while, finally knocked on the door lightly, and the person who opened the door was an unfamiliar palace man, who said softly: "Princess is asleep, princess, please go back."

Feeling lost, I lowered my head and wanted to leave. Thinking of the day, I turned back and asked her: "Where is Fonu? Tell him to come out, I have something to ask him."

She was startled, turned around and let go, as if she was going to call for someone, I squeezed in through the gap, she didn't dare to stop me, and hurriedly called Buddha slave out, the little eunuch looked like he was no more than thirteen or fourteen, It was about the same age as Shouli, but the palace attendant was very afraid of him. After he took a look, he flinched and retreated from her. Fonu seemed to know what I came for, and shunned the palace attendant, then led me to the bed, and remained silent. Quietly, and shut the door.

I walked to A Huan's bed by the night light, she had heard the sound, she sat up, and when I got close, she stretched out her hand to hold me: "Taiping."

I called her: "A Huan." Holding her hand, she climbed onto the bed, she smiled softly, pushed me to the side, lowered her head and came to undress my clothes, I let her move, but did not respond , only gently called "A Huan" again, stretched out her hand to pull her down, and hugged her tightly, she raised her head in confusion: "Is that day here?" Counting her fingers, she said again: "No. "

I said, "I'm tired today, so why don't you just talk?"

She snorted dissatisfiedly, turned over and fell on her side, spreading her hands, one of which was pressed against my chest, and then turned over immediately, groping with her hands dishonestly: "I'm tired of kicking." ?”

I shook my head, I wanted to chat with her, but when I saw her, I didn't know what to say, so I hugged her with one hand, put the other hand aside, and let her move: "No, I just feel that I always do this at night. I never gave you a good hug."

She sneered and said: "I didn't see much at first, if I don't do this at night, when will I do it?" The evil-hearted came up, leaned over, licked my front and chuckled: "It's not yet the season, why are the cherries so red?" Already?" He lowered his head abruptly, took a bite on the pointed tip, and said, "Milk scent."

I was provoked by her, looked down at her, and said with a shy face: "After all these years, did you realize that I smell like milk?"

She held my right cherry in her mouth, and said vaguely in her mouth: "It wasn't before, but now it is, I think it's because I drank too much milk tea-I'm so stupid, I should have fed you more crispy cheese and milk in the past. It might be even more fragrant.” As she said, she nibbled her teeth back and forth, and the roots and leaves of the Modena cherries turned red, and even her neck gradually became hot. She noticed the change in me, and smiled narrowly: "So it's not a cherry, it's a carrot." Her right hand slowly moved down my chest, I thought she was going to hit the red heart, but she stopped on the lower abdomen, pointed down, and rubbed back and forth three inches below my navel: "It's been a winter, but I haven't gained much weight."

I had already forgotten all the words I wanted to say, and hugged her with red eyes, stroking and sucking her as it was.I can’t see it in the dark, but I know her body must be red too. My skin is fair, and I can easily turn into a piece of pink, but her redness is not like that. It is a kind of red that can only be seen from cherries. The cherry on the chest is slightly purple, which is the most admired color nowadays. There is a very small stalk on the right side, which is the most sensitive part of her. The tip of the tongue sticks out, touches the little stalk, and moves it up and down briskly, which is like sucking her. The cherries are more touching. Her cherry trees are not very tall, but they are just right when you hold them. Her buttocks don’t look big, but they are actually very upturned, and it feels good to hold. I hugged her easily and turned her around. Direction, face me face to side on the bed.

She kissed me, her eyes were shining, her eyelashes almost touched my face, she pushed me back hard with both hands, and sat astride me - during this time we were still kissing, eyelashes, and even looked at each other. There was never even the slightest separation—the hand was pressing on me, and the crotch was rubbing back and forth on my lower abdomen, making each other gasp. Going down, the man also got shorter, lying on the side of my right leg, stretched his head inward, and licked it lightly.

My whole body trembled, my left leg was tightly curled up, I arched my back and looked down at her, stroking her head with one hand, and called "A Huan" nervously and excitedly, fearing that she would not, I hurriedly said, "You didn't?" I've done this, I... I'll just do it."

She ignored me, her tongue rolled and retracted, retracted and rolled again, my back, buttocks and legs were tense during this jerky movement, my toes were hooked down, and my palms were held inward, in my mind and eyes, except for my eyes , unable to think of anything, teeth clenched tightly, not daring to make a big movement, but from the heart to the throat, a low "huan" was wiped out like a flint striking fire.

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In fact, today's title should be: "Ah! Huan!" Please understand the tone yourself (serious face).