Girls of the Qing family are short of money

Seeing Qing Hua's loose collar revealing a white neck, Mrs. Yan felt a burst of saliva secretion in her mouth, she lowered her head and opened her mouth to enclose Qing Hua's skin, as if she could feel the warm blood under the skin while sucking in the flow.

After closing the door, Yan Yu didn't seem to be that well-educated school girl anymore, Qing Hua let Yan Yu bite and lick her neck, and she couldn't help muttering, "It's not advisable to be on the bed in the clear sky and daylight." .”

Qinghua just talked about it, and without thinking about Yanyu, she picked her up from the bed. Qinghua thought that she had found out her conscience and decided to stop. Sure enough, Mrs. Yan is worthy of being a role model for everyone, and she knows how to be polite. To do such shameful things as daylight.

Then it turned out that Qing Hua was thinking too much.

Because Yan Yu just picked her up and changed her place, Qing Hua pushed her to the edge of the table with a bewildered face, and with her hands on the table, she felt that Yan Yu was undoing her belt behind her.

Staring blankly for a while at Yan Yu's beautiful and vigorous pen-twisting calligraphy, finally connected to the line, and turned around, "Miss Yan, this is...!!"

You took off her clothes before you finished asking, you don't talk about martial arts! !

The skirt of Qinghua's lower body fell directly to the ground, revealing two white and tender thighs, and she was wearing a pair of clean white panties, with a few stitches of crooked and ugly flowers on the side of the trousers, Qinghua would never admit that it was her own practice, Never admit it!

Yan Yu's eyes were fixed on Qinghua's snow-white tender legs, matched with that calm face, as if he was appreciating a unique and interesting roll of paper, and also like the enthusiasm for acquiring a rare collection of books, Qinghua pinched his legs , it is inconvenient for the skirt to be wrapped around the ankle, and I don't know whether to bend down to lift the skirt, or simply kick the skirt.

Forget it, what's the matter with love!

Yan Yu watched Qing Hua's leg kick, and the light brown dress flew in the air like a butterfly, and then landed on the ground not far from the two of them.

Qing Hua with her arms crossed is very chic. These obscene pants are no different from the hot pants that are often worn in modern times. She doesn't feel ashamed of being naked at all. Besides, although the top is a bit messy, it still fits on her body well.

She lifted her chin lightly and was blocked by Yan Yu, so she just wanted to do something, anyway, this was not the first time she did it, and it wasn't so hypocritical.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

Yan Yu was asked by a girl who only wore obscene pants like this, it really seemed to be overwhelmed by the momentum of blue and white, "Do it."

Qing Hua didn't talk nonsense after hearing this, and took off the remaining pair of obscene trousers. The little flowers on it were so ugly that it was just a play. Ask "You don't take it off?...Your nosebleed!"

The two were in a state of chaos, Qing Hua couldn't care less about taking off his clothes, and looked around for a towel to wipe Yan Yu, Yan Yu also realized that he had lost his composure, pinched his nose and raised his head to stop more embarrassment. Fortunately, it didn't bleed much, and there were little drops of blood on the clothes, and it stopped after a few wipes.

Qing Hua lowered her head and wiped the blood spots on Yan Yu's body, her shoulders shook, but she still burst out laughing.

Yan Yu looked at her with some melancholy, the blue and white clothes were all open, hanging on the shoulders emptyly, a tube top inside was loose, and as the blue and white approached, a pair of crisp breasts squeezed together to form a gap. Plump cleavage, turned around and put down the scarf and came back, the tube top slipped down, revealing half of the dogwood looming.

Sniffing, Yan Yu put Qinghua's hand lightly on Qinghua's neck, then slid down naturally into the loose coat to take off Qinghua's clothes, then wrapped Qinghua's arms around her, and slowly held her Remove the strap on the back of the tube top.

Qing Hua put her hands on Yan Yu's chest, feeling her back was empty, she knew that Yan Yu had also taken off the last line of defense, and Yan Yu's hands stroked her back, sliding over every inch of skin on her back.

Careful, very precious.

This touching has nothing to do with eroticism, it is pure tenderness, and the blue and white feel quite fresh.

After all, both Tian Zhen and Bai Ling are at the age of full-bloodedness, and everyone is very anxious when they are often in a good mood.

Qinghua's hands also sneaked into Yan Yu's clothes quietly. Yan Yu's skin was also slippery. But he was not very obedient, and ran to Yan Yu's chest on his own, and the amount he picked up was not small, just suitable for rubbing it with his whole hand.

So soft.

Yan Yu let Qing Hua rub her secretly, so he hugged Qing Hua and let her sit at the table, with her legs spread apart to reveal her pink flowers, her warm and soft lips were full, Yan Yu pulled Qing Hua's legs to look at it, Qing Hua sat back a little shyly, and touched a writing brush in her hand, and the writing brush rolled along the side of the table, and it was about to roll to the ground.

Just as Yanyu reached out to catch it, he held the brush in his hand.

It was Mrs. Yan's cherished writing brush. Qing Hua smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, if I touched it, I rolled it down. Didn't I fall?"

Yan Yu raised the writing brush in his hand to indicate that Qinghua was fine, and suddenly had a strange impulse. He didn't withdraw his hand while holding the brush, but instead approached Qinghua's legs, scratching her pink lips with the tip of the soft brush.

"You, what are you doing!?" Although Qing Hua saw Yan Yu's behavior clearly, she still asked loudly in shock.

"Don't move." Yan Yu held the brush in his hand and lightly pressed the heels of Qing Hua's legs that he wanted to close. "It won't hurt you."

After she finished speaking, she wrote again, Qinghua's sensitive flower user could feel the tip of the pen moving slowly on her lips, delicately delineating the outline, and then lightly brushing back and forth on the gap between the two lips, Qinghua's waist was itchy The legs are straight and soft.

After a few strokes, Yan Yu's brush was actually wet!

Feeling the brush that was walking back and forth, the ground of my Huahu was wiped more and more moist, Qinghua covered her hot face with embarrassment, "Miss Yan, you are so shameless."

You actually use a writing brush for reading and writing to do this kind of thing, thanks to the fact that you are still a good reader!Can you hear me?

"Qinghua, you've got water here." It's a pity that Yan Yufei didn't have the slightest sense of shame at all, and gently brushed away one side of Qinghua's lip with a brush to get a panoramic view of the hole.

The wet and slippery red meat is still swallowing, as if coquettishly trying to be fed.

"Don't say it!" Qing Hua was even more ashamed, and she felt ashamed even if she fiddled with the brush?

But Yan Yu couldn't help swallowing saliva seeing the flowing water of the honey lips, and the writing brush in his hand slowly sneaked into the two honey lips along the gap, forgetting a little bit, the soft hair wrapped the small blue and white flower base, Turn the pen lightly to draw a circle...

"Hmm..." Qing Hua, who was sitting by the table, immediately felt the numbness and comfort of her clitoris, a feeling that she had never experienced before entangled her stamen and rubbed it, and every angle was gently and thoroughly brushed Get exciting.