Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 50:
“Teacher, I want to touch, I am willing to touch, I can’t touch enough!”
After that, I put my hand to Mr. Dumu’s fat buttocks: “ah, teacher, your butt is really big. It’s snowy and white, and it’s really comfortable to touch it!”
“Good boy! Don’t worry about it. “
@
teacher Dumu still holds the blue flower. She turns her head, kisses my face and says with sincerity:” in the future, the teacher’s urine and big butt belong to you. You can touch whenever you want, how you want to touch it, and how long you want to touch it! ”
Mr. Dumu’s words made me deeply moved. My spirit was inspired again. The tired chicken could regroup in a very short period of time. Once again, I was ready to move and roll the soil again.
My hot chicken has a desire, a strong and irresistible desire to insert into the unfathomable urination of Mr. Dumu.
“Teacher!”
While kissing Mr. Dumu’s lips, I said timidly, “teacher, how can my chicken be hard again?”
“Let me see, ah, isn’t it? It’s really hard again!”
Said, Dumu teacher then affectionately grasps my chicken.
“Teacher, I think, I think…”
“What do you think? Well, PA, baby
Mr. Dumu gave me a heavy kiss and gave me a sweet smile.
“Teacher, my chicken is so hard
“Oh, yes, come on, the teacher will rub it for you!”
With that, Mr. Dumu bent his finger and gently stroked my chicken.
“But, teacher, what’s wrong with this? The more you rub it, how can I feel worse?”
“Child, what shall I do?”
“Teacher, teacher, I think,”
I touched Mr. Dumu’s urine with my finger: “I think I really want to put the chicken here, will you? ”
“Yes, why not! As long as you like, the teacher will promise you anything But not now
Mr. Dumu frowned at me: “your little sister, how can I coax her, she won’t sleep, good boy, let’s talk about it one day, and the future will be long!”
When I heard Mr. Dumu’s words, I was overjoyed at first. Ah – I can finally enjoy the urination of Dumu teacher, which makes me eat not sweet, sleep uneasily at night and die willingly. When I am excited to jump up, I hear the second half of teacher Dumu’s words, my lust heart is freezing.
“Teacher,”
I shook Mr. Dumu’s arm and begged pitifully: “teacher, it’s OK. Blue flower is still very small, she doesn’t know anything and remembers nothing. Really, teacher, I don’t remember anything when I was a child. Really, teacher
“Oh, you impatient monkey,”
after listening to my words, Dumu teacher slapped me on the face with a smile: “however, child, you should be careful, cover the quilt, blue flower is very small, do not remember, but let her see, it is not good, it will have a bad impact on the child’s mind!”
With that, Mr. Dumu lay on his back meekly and separated his two snow-white thighs to both sides slowly. Ah, what am I waiting for? His charming urine is waiting for my chicken’s patronage eagerly.
I turned to my feet, covered with heavy quilts, and crawled to the plump carcass of Mr. Dumu. Ho ho, the carcass of Mr. Dumu was so soft and greasy that I was lying on top of it happily, as if on the brocade.
I hold the chicken and eagerly prepare to insert into the urine of Dumu teacher to realize my dream of luxury. No, now this is not an unattainable luxury. It will become an undeniable reality.
“Mom,”
according to the blue flower beside the teacher Dumu, she looked at me in a confused way: “Mom, what’s your brother doing
“It’s horse riding. Brother and mother are riding horses.”
Dumu teacher to deal with the way, she raised her head, see my impatient naive, gently comforted me: “good boy, don’t worry, take your time, take your time, teacher help you!”
With that, Mr. Dumu pressed the blue flower’s cerebellar bag melon, quickly took my chicken, very skillfully rubbed her urine with chicken head, and soon covered my chicken head with her moist secretion.
“Well, boy, now you can put the chickens in!”
With her other hand, Du Mu opened two large pieces of meat at the urination with her other hand. Then, she pushed my chicken into her wide urine. At the same time, she quickly gathered up the tender meat inside and wrapped my chicken tightly: “pinch you, clip you!”
“Mom, what are you doing with your brother?”
“Hee hee, my brother is disobedient and always moves around. I’m afraid he will fall off his mother, so I have to clamp him…”
As he spoke, Mr. Dumu tried his best to cover the blue flower’s sight with his palm. Blue flower, however, swayed his cerebellar pouch melon and peeped at it obsessively: “Mom, I’m going to play horse riding too!”
“Wait a minute. When my brother is finished playing, when I’m done, my mother will play horse riding with the baby!”
And my chicken is very unwilling to ignore the teacher’s tight clip dead wrapped, and soon began to pull back and insert.
I poked tentatively, and immediately felt that the urine of teacher Dumu was more generous and relaxed than that of the new three aunts. My young chicken was not involved in it, which was obviously too short. It was better than a finished ice-cream stick inserted into the neck of a beer cake, empty and dangling.
Even so, I can still feel a kind of unprecedented pleasure that I have never had in my life: ah, I’ve fucked my teacher. That’s enough to make me so excited that I forget myself. What else!
Mr. Dumu is also so excited. I’ll bet my head on this. You can see, from Mr. Dumu’s heartless “quick, quick, quick!”
We can get sufficient evidence in the wild cry of.
Excitement prompted me to gradually speed up the frequency of pulling and inserting. My chickens and chickens quickly came in and out of the urine of teacher Dumu. Every time the chickens poked, they would pull out a pool of clear and transparent love liquid. My legs strongly and crackled against Dumu’s plump, like steamed bread like urination. Every time the chicken came in and out of Dumu’s urination, he would pull out a pool of clear and transparent love liquid It will inevitably produce a strong sense of friction, which makes me intoxicated with the sound of “Chi Chi Chi”. At the same time, the splashing of love liquid from the urine of Dumu teacher, like the spark of sexual love, will gradually heat up the friction between my chickens and chickens.
My two hands touch the inside of Mr. Dumu’s thighs. Ah, Mr. Dumu’s thighs are not only very white and tender, but also particularly delicate and smooth. I can see clearly every pore.
I raised Mr. Dumu’s thigh high and greedily kissed: “teacher, your legs are so white, so thin, touching, so slippery!”
On Mr. Dumu’s legs, my obscene oral liquid was quickly hung up, flashing a crystal light. When he saw it in his eyes, he couldn’t help smiling: “ah, good boy, I didn’t expect that you could play like this! What a human nature
When I heard the admiration of Dumu teacher, I put down her big white leg and poked the teacher’s urine more madly. While I poked, I murmured in my heart: hum, nature?
My nature also needs practical experience. I remember that when I made love with my aunt for the first time, I threw myself on the old lady’s body. For a moment, I was at a loss, as if I had fallen into the Liao River and tossed about aimlessly.
Up to now, I can’t remember how my chicken slipped into my aunt’s urine and poked it in a hurry.
“Oh — oh — oh, oh –” @ @
“ah –”
when I heard Mr. Dumu’s heartless groan, I tried my best to flatter women: “teacher, I’m so comfortable. It’s so wet in your urine that when my chicken touches the meat in it, it has an indescribable sense of comfort. It’s really beautiful. It’s worth dying in this life! ”
“Yes, making love is really good. Making love is the happiest enjoyment in life.”
“However, my husband, your uncle, can’t go home several times a year. During the year, we can’t get together several times. Alas, I really regret why we came to him at the beginning.”
“Teacher,”
I grinned and said, “teacher, don’t get angry. I’ll help you in the future.”
“Mom,”
teacher Dumu has been totally immersed in the enjoyment of sex. She has already forgotten the blue flower beside her. She hugs me tightly and kisses me crazily. Finally, she lifts up her quilt and stares at us: “Mom, it’s fun, it’s fun to ride a horse!”
“Ah – Oh, ah – Oh,…”
Mr. Dumu no longer had the heart to care about the blue flowers beside her. She allowed her to enjoy the ridiculous Western scenery. She raised her head again with joy, hugged my face, and began to croak. I quickened the speed of stabbing, and my eyes gradually straightened. When she saw this, she muttered: “Oh, my child, you are going to ejaculate, Teachers can see, your eyes straight, children, you must hold on Oh, do not shoot semen in the teacher’s urine, you should keep it for the teacher, the teacher wants your semen most, you know, boy’s semen, has special benefits for women’s skin, can make the teacher’s youth forever, delay aging, children, you can’t shoot into the teacher’s urine in a hurry That’s too blind. ”
Dumu teacher Zheng Zhengzheng ordered me, Huo – a good mother fox spirit who is greedy for young people’s blood essence.
“Oh, teacher, I can’t, I can’t, I’ll shoot it out!”
I lifted the quilt on my body and quickly pulled the chicken which was about to shoot wildly from the urine of Mr. Dumu, and sent it to the mouth of Mr. Dumu in a panic. Mr. Dumu immediately sat up, quickly grasped my chicken, and inserted it into his mouth very skillfully. At the same time, with his mouth open, a pair of lustful eyes stared at me without blinking The burning face eagerly waited for the exciting moment of ejaculation to come as soon as possible.
“Mom, why do you like your brother’s chicken again?”
Blue flower also sat up and looked at everything in front of her.
It’s late, it’s fast, whoosh
With a sound, my fragrant semen was again ejected into the teacher’s mouth. Dumu happily closed his eyes, repeatedly stirred his red tongue and swallowed.
And I was holding the chicken, and yelled: “ah – ah – ah” @ @
“Mom,”
suddenly, I felt blue flower’s delicate hand, which was like a doll’s hand, gently grasped my wet chicken, and the tip of my finger ridiculously wiped the dripping secretion: “Mom, is it delicious, sweet or not?”! ”
“Well,”
teacher Dumu opened his eyes in surprise and hugged the blue flower. I looked down and looked at it. Ho ho ho, the blue flower would be full of secretion fingers, which had been put into his mouth and sucked seriously and childishly: “Wow, mom, how salty and bitter it is, mom, what are you doing with this crap!”
“Hey, hey”
@
Mr. Dumu gave a bitter smile, and hurriedly pulled blue flower’s finger out of his small mouth: “this child, this child, wants to taste everything. It’s really the thing to see the water thirsty and the food hungry!”
“Ai –”
I collapsed again and sat powerless on the bed. Mr. Dumu wiped the semen from the corner of his mouth, grabbed the towel, and gently wiped the residual sperm on my chicken. My daughter, Lanhua, was present, so Mr. Dumu did not dare to lick the semen on my chicken, even though she liked it very much.
“Good boy, let’s call it a day.”
teacher Dumu lovingly covered me with a quilt: “child, today, you can’t play with the teacher’s urine, otherwise, you will be tired. If you want to play, the days will be long. When you want to play, the teacher will accompany you to play well!”
“Hee hee,”
@
looking at the chicken wrapped in teacher Dumu’s towel, Lan Hua said with a smile: “Mom, my brother’s chickens can do tricks. Just now, when riding my mother, they are thick and long. Now, they are smaller and softer!
Hee hee.
“Go,” Mr. Dumu pushed the blue flower with tears and laughter, and then gently patted my face: “children, go to sleep first. The teacher will get out of bed and make you something delicious!
“Mom,”
teacher Dumu was about to put on her clothes and get out of bed, but blue flower grabbed her arm: “Mom, I haven’t played horse riding yet, mom, I’m going to play horse riding too!”
“Hey, this boy, you can do whatever you want when you see someone else do. Come on, ride!”
“Eh –”
Blue Flower imitated my appearance and rode up to the waist of teacher Dumu. She lowered herself and put her hand on her chest. Suddenly she murmured, “Mom, why don’t I have a chicken who can juggle with my brother?”
“Hi”
teacher Dumu said impatiently, “you’re young, you haven’t grown up yet!”
I was already exhausted, and my bones, like a loose frame, were thrown on the wooden bed feebly. After that, my upper eyelids gradually stiffened, and finally it was difficult to support them.
I no longer have the energy and mood to pay attention to Dumu teacher and the naive blue flower. I let their wives murmur and their heads tilt. I lie on the warm and romantic bed of Dumu teacher, and I soon fall into a happy dream