"I'll do it myself!" At this moment, Princess Yunluo was already like a firecracker that had been lit with thread, her petite body could no longer bear the huge capacity in her body. At this moment, all restraints had to be removed, so as to have the slightest relief. The heat that is about to erupt inside.
When Wen Ting looked at it again, she was no longer the shy and well-dressed princess just now, but a piece of high-quality sheep fat jade, the white jade was flawless, and the dazzling grease was spread evenly. On that fine suet jade, it is warm, perfect, and amazingly beautiful!
Wen Ting was so startled that he didn't know what to do, but subconsciously gently put away his lower abdomen, for fear that his rapid weight would crush this fine suet white jade.
A pair of soft little hands grabbed Wen Ting's big hand from nowhere, and caressed it directly on the peak of that high mountain.
Wen Ting's whole body was numb as if he had been pricked by acupuncture. An unprecedented combination of vision and touch instantly ignited him to the point of exploding.
Instead, he taught himself without a teacher, and then the other hand unceremoniously covered the top of another mountain!
There are clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, soft and soft.
Walking slowly, enjoying the clouds and mist in my hands, my heart has already floated gently.
There is a kind of rareness in the world called uniqueness, just like at this moment, in Wen Ting's hands, that uniqueness is being gently and willfully covered, slowly tentatively turning into stroking, and then tentatively turning into rubbing, from bottom to bottom On the top, from the periphery to the center, and finally successfully climbed to the top, I only greedily and pleasantly enjoy and feel the focus that slowly expands with the temperature.
With Wen Ting's probing bit by bit, Princess Yunluo's voice cooperated tacitly, and the melodious and beautiful moan, although out of tune, was really telling Wen Ting. Go on, go on.
finally.
A damp warmth that replaces the wrapping of palms.
Look at Wen Ting again. It has already been the head and face of the whole person, completely immersed in the reflection of the mountains and clouds.
Taste the fruits of victory on this mountaintop from time to time. From time to time, I can't bear to lose sight of the other, wrapping the rosyness of the mountain top.
Princess Yunluo felt as if she was swaying on a high swing, her soft waist had long since disobeyed her commands, it was rising and falling from time to time, responding, arching upwards.
The voices in the throat do not know when, but they complement each other, at first it was my own, but now it is the harmony of two people. Sync with you.
"Wen Ting...Brother..." The suffocation surged repeatedly, and it was hard to finish this call.
"I'm here." At this moment, Wen Ting also felt that the blood vessels in his whole body were about to burst, especially in a certain part of his body. Because of the hard work of climbing, he had been in close contact with the quiet valley and the gurgling stream below the mountain many times.
Although the sword is on the verge of breaking out, he still struggles to catch his breath.
"Brother Wen Ting..." Princess Yunluo subconsciously called out again. The blankness of her brain and the suffocation and lack of oxygen made her feel that she urgently needed a reality to fill the gap.
"I'm here." Wen Tingming knew what she wanted, but he still responded firmly, and then slowly moved a big hand. Reluctantly, he withdrew from the mountain peak, and then gently explored the deep valley path.
The winding path leads to seclusion, and the stream is gurgling.
Wushan*. It was muddy.
At this moment, the teaching words in the "***" have already turned into a piece of comfort in Wen Ting's mind. With the real feeling in his hands, Wen Ting once again felt that the responsibility under him was extremely heavy!
"Brother Wen Ting..." With the caress of Wen Ting's big hand, Princess Yunluo's cheeks and lips were already burning, and she wanted to get up several times to greet her, but Wen Ting gently held her back on the bed.
"Be obedient, listen to me." Wen Ting comforted softly. Knowing that what will be brought to a girl next is the pain accompanied by an inevitable qualitative change, but he still has to try his best to reduce the discomfort of this pain.
Knowing that what followed would be a kind of pain that Mammy had said. But so curious; the kind of anxiety that hovers in front of the door, eager to open the door to welcome. Let Princess Yunluo burn again.
"Yun'er...be obedient..." Wen Ting stroked the already muddy valley again, his voice was heartbreakingly soft.
"En." At this moment, Princess Yunluo was obedient like a kitten, although her heart was itching to get out, she still gently buried her head and face in Wen Ting's chest.
Wen Ting's soft fingers slowly passed over the valley. At this moment, the surroundings were silent, only the red candle flickering in front of the bed, and the snowflakes falling outside the window.
The breathing of the two people was unified into one accord under a tacit movement.
Two hearts admiring each other merged into one at this moment.
The pupils are dilated and the body is shaking.
That is the metamorphosis of breaking out of a cocoon and turning into a butterfly, that is growing into a majestic tall and straight!
"Ah..." With a soft and muffled cry, Princess Yunluo tightly grasped Wen Ting's arm, and was led out lightly by Yun Danfeng.
The narrow body tightly wrapped the bravery, a kind of fullness that had never been seen before, and instantly occupied Princess Yunluo's heart.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to be a bride, and it turns out that this is what the mother said about the wedding ceremony.
Princess Yunluo felt with her heart, the slightest sense of peeling, the slightest soreness.
A kind of entanglement of pain and happiness intertwined and entangled her heart.
On the one hand, Wen Ting is distressed and pitiful but can't stop rising.
On the one hand, I am full of surprises but dare not try a more in-depth exploration.
So, those petite hands hesitated in contradiction between Wen Ting's back muscles, waist and abdomen, and neck.
Sometimes hold tightly, sometimes push gently.
The kind of lingering lingering, entangled and entangled between these two smooth young bodies.
It gets tighter and tighter, and there is no gap in the end.
He is like a powerful oar, and he is like a light boat, leaning on each other, floating on a rippling lake.
Every time he swipes hard, he can send himself further to the center of the lake.
Every time he swipes lightly, he can spin himself into a more comfortable rotation.
The oars are striving, the boat is striving.
They joined forces with each other and rushed towards the madness in the middle of the lake.
He was like a swing flying into the sky, and he sat lightly on his wooden board.
His gentle rippling has already sent himself to the sky.
His strenuous agitation made him want to die even more.
Several times of interweaving, several times of entanglement, several times of sadness, several times of sex.
The hibiscus tent is so warm, I don't know where is the spring boudoir.
The red candle was ashamed, and the wooden bed rang softly.
The soft moans have long since turned into unscrupulous catharsis.
The young body is full of youthful brilliance in the ups and downs.
Even though there is pain that is not beautiful, the slowly flowing stream has already gently smoothed the pain.
The well-carved wooden bed gently hits the brand new wall.
The beautiful curtains swayed gently around Xi's bed.
Afterwards, the impact sound became more urgent and swift like a storm, and the curtain seemed to be fluttering and rising in the wind and rain.
finally!