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    date="2020-10-16"

    title="Full of honey"

    weight="96667"

    series = ["Full of Nectar"]

    mode = "manual"

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    Full of honey: milk small sugar

    Yao Yao was flushed with his series of actions.

    She endured the shyness from the bottom of her heart, kept the movement of leaning slightly, and imitated him to put her hand into the bra, and move up the hole.

    The two soft holes swayed, squeezing out a deep hole.

    She licked her lips, trying to withdraw her hand.

    He pressed her little hand and let her keep sticking to the cool hole.

    "Have Xiao Yao Yao rubbed his Danoko like this? Huh?"

    He pressed her hand and led her to rub her own cotton hole.

    Her Naoko was soft, and at this time, she was a little deformed by her grasp.

    "Yeah" She looked away shyly, but she didn't expect that she would feel like rubbing her own parts.

    While controlling her hand, he let her rub Danoko by herself and show him, while shaking slightly, hitting the center of her leg.

    His squeaky chest pressed against her slender beautiful back.

    She was so crushed by him that she could only keep leaning over. The little buttocks were raised a little, and the tenderness between his legs pressed tightly against his crotch.

    With each of his tiny movements, the rougher fabric of the jeans rubbed against her delicate buttocks, feeling a little irritating.

    The big dick, imprisoned in the crotch, stood up uncontrollably, pressed her cunt and knocked her cunt out of the water.

    "Oh no, you, don't get too close to me"

    "What's wrong? Huh?" he asked knowingly, letting go of the big hand that was holding her soft.

    Yao Yao hurriedly drew out his small paws, his legs trembled, and he clenched the door handle rather unsteadily.

    "Below, ah, there is water underneath."

    "Heh." He chuckled softly, and the tremor of his voice spread to her body, making her especially embarrassed.

    "Why do you get wet so soon? I haven't tried the underwear yet."

    He said, unfolding the flimsy panties, "lift your legs and put them on."

    Yao Yao held the doorknob, raised his leg carefully, and put on the thong.

    After getting dressed, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself shamefully.

    She was red all over, like a cooked shrimp.

    He stood behind her, his palms following the curve of her graceful figure, stroking her gently.

    Her height is close to 163 cm, but she looks very petite and exquisite at the height of 186 cm.

    With shaved shoulders and willow waist, there is a cute lace choker hanging from the neck.

    The round Naoko swelled greatly, and was surrounded by a translucent bra, and the full upper hemisphere overflowed many holes. Two small red bulging holes, dimly.

    Going down, a thin inverted triangle lace cloth covers the smooth and white greasy pubic carp, and a thin band is inserted between the legs.

    Yao Yao had just flirted with Fu Yuan, and she had already reacted.

    The thin straps of the thong were now unbiasedly strangling her swollen and choked flower core, making her uncomfortable.

    She couldn't help rubbing the base of her thigh, trying to relieve the discomfort.

    Perceiving her small movements, Fu Yuan frowned, "Uncomfortable?"

    "Well, it's a bit strangled." She replied in a low voice, her fingers tucked into the thong, trying to take it off.

    He stopped her movement, and put his long fingers into the thin belt below.

    Her place was hot and humid, and as soon as he touched it with his fingers, he was stained with slippery hands.

    "Where? I'll adjust it for you."

    He said, his long fingers pressed against the straps, sliding back and forth.

    His fingers sunk slightly into the wet flower crevices, and as they moved, he repeatedly passed through her honey hole, rubbing her delicate little flower lips.

    "Meow~" An unspeakable sense of soreness and itching accumulated in her lower abdomen and scratching, and she couldn't help pinching his fingers, "itch~"

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