Lin Sheng and his wife usually make friends with each other in a proper way. Today, when he first tasted playing in the outer room, he saw Lin’s sadness and shame. He felt that there was a great deal of interest, and he just refused to let him down. Her tongue licked her cheek and neck, loosened her dress belt, pulled the shirt half apart, and took out a woman’s crisp milk which was greasy and flicked her hand wantonly. Lin’s side dodged and suddenly felt that the tip of her breast was attacked. She was even pinched. She turned quickly, not lightly or heavily. She could not help singing in her mouth. She fell soft in her husband’s arms, and her lower body felt numb. She felt a stream of water coming out of her body and instantly wet her legs. When Lin Sheng saw her moving, he simply picked her up across the book case, lifted up her crepe skirt, exposed two white legs and lifted them up on her shoulders. After grinding the words on the woman’s tender place for a moment, he saw that it was wet and slippery. He felt that the flower path was slippery, and a ball of tender meat seemed to hold tightly and still wriggled slightly. It was really beautiful.