Hold on to the owner

"But Mo Qing, you look like you are enjoying it, so why do you say no to it?"

Wuhen looked at her with a smile, and at the same time, the hand holding the buttocks began to move again, lifting and lowering, then raising and lowering, so repeated, with different shades, and twitched with moderate strength.

Yan Moqing's "duplicity" resistance gradually subsided, and his body quickly reacted to such a novel "play".

But just when the pleasure was about to rush in, Wuhen stopped her hand suddenly, she stared at Yan Moqing's eyes and said coquettishly: "Moqing, my hands are tired, can you do it yourself?"

When I propped her up against the window just now, I didn't see her complaining of being tired, but now at least my legs are still stepping on the bed, which saves her a lot of lifting effort, how could it be possible to call out tired in such a short time?

Of course Yan Moqing knew that she did it on purpose, and wanted to say "since you're tired, stop now" with great backbone, but the fingers buried in her body were always caressing the delicate and sensitive spots restlessly, always Always remind the cells in the body not to fall asleep, but to be refreshed at any time.In addition, her body was pinched back and forth by Wuhen, unable to move.

There was no escape, no avoidance, and being constantly teased and stimulated, Yan Moqing had no way out, and could only blushed and raised her hips slightly.

Wuhen didn't do nothing like what she said, but moved the hand that was originally supporting the buttocks to Yan Mo's waist, and the slender waist that can be grasped can be controlled with one hand. The fingers in the body were exposed little by little again, and when they were about to be fully exposed in the air, the hand on the waist squeezed hard, and Yan Moqing sat back again for "kind help".

"Ah—" The people on him were undefended, and I didn't expect this "little rascal" to keep a hand in private.

"Wuhen!" Yan Moqing was ashamed and angry. He raised his eyes and wanted to reprimand lightly, but Wuhen's hand moved under his hips to support her again, and the words he was about to say became monosyllabic again. Moan: "Ah——"

"Mo Qing, you can't be lazy." Wuhen looked at her with a smirk on her face, and when she felt the clamoring desire in her body awakening again, she stopped the lifting action in time: "You can do it yourself, okay? "

Yan Moqing glared at her angrily, bit his lower lip and raised his hips slightly again.Wuhen secretly observed the expression on her face, and adjusted little by little the sensitive points in her body rubbed by fingers, as well as the strength on her waist to help her sit back.

This kind of seamless cooperation soon produced excellent results. The shy blush on Yan Moqing's cheeks slowly turned into a flush after feeling pleasure, and the fingers buried in her body gradually became aware of the secret outer lip. shrinkage.

The contraction became more and more frequent, from intermittent at the beginning to gradually becoming one piece, and the speed became faster and faster.Yan Moqing's hand that was originally resting on Wuhen's shoulder has been changed to grasping, and he uses a little force to match the movement of raising his hip.There is no need to do anything with Wuhen's hand on her waist, because the person concerned has already started to "squat" consciously following the feeling.

Accompanied by the increasingly intense movements, the low moans gradually became more frequent: "En... ah... ah..."

If such an indulgent scene was recorded at this moment and shown to Yan Moqing in the future, she would definitely wish to die of shame immediately, but Wuhen felt that she enjoyed it very much.

Moreover, what is even more surprising is that because of this posture, Yan Moqing's thighs inadvertently began to rub against Wuhen's body frequently when Yan Moqing moved, which brought her an indescribable pleasure.

Wuhen subconsciously let go of the hand on Yan Mo's leaning waist, and then half-closed his eyes to help her thigh in motion, making it stick closer to the entrance of his private place.At the same time, the waist slightly twisted, unconsciously following the frequency of Yan Moqing's ups and downs.

The fingers buried in the body were pinched by the shrunken entrance to the secret realm, and Yan Moqing's movements became faster and faster.

An indescribably wonderful pleasure came from the rubbed place, Wuhen raised his neck and pressed his body closer to Yan Moqing's smooth thigh, carefully feeling the desire and restlessness from the lower abdomen, and muttered: "Moqing, hurry up A little bit, a little bit faster..."

Yan Moqing's open eyes were filled with water droplets, blurring his vision, and his ears were buzzing without knowing what kind of chemical reaction had happened. Although he vaguely seemed to hear what Wuhen said, he couldn't make it succeed anyway. transmitted to the brain.Wuhen suddenly felt some urgency, and moved his palm back to Yan Moqing's waist again, not only to assist, but even unconsciously injected power into the palm, helping her start the rhythm at an extremely fast speed.

"Ah—" Yan Mo tilted her head and neck back and let out an unbearable low moan. The proud hills of her upper body shook repeatedly with such large movements, which made her loosen the bracelet on Wuhen's shoulder unconsciously. chest.

At this time, Wuhen had already neglected her a little, because the desire in his body was suddenly awakened, and he scratched lightly at her heart like a tormenting goblin, even the seams of the bones and the scalp were itchy.

She needs to deliver pleasure through the friction brought about by this fast rhythm, so that these wonderful feelings can relieve the restlessness and discomfort inside her body.

This kind of speed is unprecedented. Every time Yan Moqing's body rises and falls, the long hair behind her flies up. After drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, before it falls back to her smooth back, He was forced to float up again.And more and more transparent liquid flowed out from the secret opening of her lower body, and with the movement of her bumping her fingers up and down, she could hear a slight "popping" sound.Fortunately, she has basically withdrawn her consciousness now, otherwise, she would have to find a crack in the ground and sneak in ashamedly.

Slippery liquid also began to flow out from the secret area of ​​Wuhen's lower body. Her cheeks were flushed and she held her head up slightly. Her legs tensed forward clamped Yan Moqing even tighter, but the person who was moving seemed to be Nothing.

The contraction became more and more frequent, as if it had reached the most critical moment, Yan Moqing no longer cared about her shaking chest, but put her hands on Wuhen's shoulders again, her waist exerted strength to follow her hands Shaking up and down, Wuhen felt her fingers being pinched tighter and tighter by the high-frequency contraction, and finally, with the last tightness between Yan Moqing's thighs, her whole body relaxed, and she let out a contented moan: "En..."

It took only a moment for her movements to stop and turn into silence. Wuhen's fingers were still buried in Yan Moqing's body and she did not take them out. She closed her eyes and leaned slightly against the head of the bed behind her, panting softly, savoring the slow-moving thoughts in her mind carefully. The beauty that never fades away.

Yan Moqing's whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, even the ends of her hair were slightly wet and twisted, she put her head on her shoulders with her hands hooked around Wuhen's neck, her flushed and slightly hot face pressed against her Yes, I can't tell whose one is hotter.

Wuhen, who was still full of energy, came back to her senses first, the wonderful feeling just now left her a little unsatisfied, and she couldn't help but want to hold Yan Moqing's waist and do it again.

But as soon as the palm was attached, it was slapped off by the person on the body: "Come again? Are you going to be exhausted before I give up?"

Yan Moqing's mouth was parched, and his throat was slightly hoarse because of the low breathing for most of the night, and he stared at her with eyes that were still moist.

Wuhen felt aggrieved, pursed his lips and said, "Mo Qing is comfortable, shouldn't he care about other people's feelings?"

am i comfortable?Well... Yan Moqing is a little speechless, tired is indeed tired, but he really can't go against his conscience and say that he doesn't like it.Sometimes this kind of exercise is like smoking opium. Although I was a little tangled and hesitant at the beginning, once I was completely involved in it, it was as hard to extricate myself as an addiction.

However, no matter how much he thought about it in his heart, his body was already close to the limit.

"But I'm really tired, can I come back next time?" She discussed with Wuhen in a soft tone, and tried to lift her hips slightly, so that she could pull out the fingers buried deep in her body.

"Not good." Wuhen smirked and moved his fingers, Yan Moqing gasped again, trying to restrain himself before swallowing the low moan that was about to overflow from his mouth.

You don't eat a toast and you are fined, right?Tell you well if you don't listen, do you have to use force?The force mentioned here is of course not fighting, because it is impossible for Yan Moqing to beat her.

His mind had gradually recovered, and Yan Moqing's finger resting on Wuhen's shoulder moved down quietly, and at some point he had come to the entrance of the opponent's secret realm that was touching his thigh.

There was some slippery mucus on her legs, she imitated Wuhen and gently covered her fingertips, and slowly groped to get under her.

The entrance that had just faded from passion was still very sensitive, and after only slowly rubbing it, it shrank violently as if shocked.

"Ah—" Wuhen let out a low cry unexpectedly, and raised his head to look at the person in front of him: "Mo Qing, what are you doing?"

Yan Moqing raised his eyes and smiled, indescribably charming: "What do you think?" After tossing me for so long just now, shouldn't it be time to return the principal with interest?

Wuhen's body began to move back subconsciously, but he didn't move at all. Only then did he realize that his back was against the head of the bed, and there was no way to retreat.

Yan Moqing smiled brightly, stroked the small nucleus with her fingertips for a moment, and then immediately sank into the first knuckle.Wuhen trembled all over, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him, but forgot that his fingers were still buried in the opponent's body.This movement was good, the aggressive Yan Mo leaned down and his lips contracted for a while, and he was caught off guard and shouted: "Ah—"

Wuhen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled triumphantly: "Mo Qing, don't move around, otherwise I don't know if I will continue to do something."

Yan Moqing bit his lower lip and glared at her, but his fingers really didn't dare to move forward.

"You come out first, and I won't move." She tried to negotiate with the "little hooligan" with a sinister smile in front of her again.