Nurse x Patient 【Thirteen Baby Week】

Zhou Zhou was stunned, she pressed Xu Jia'ang's shoulder, "You...you...you..."

Xu Jiaang laughed at her: "I...I...I...what am I?" He buried his head in Zhou Zhou's chest, "Give it to me, okay? I've been back for so long, and we haven't..."

"Hey, stop talking!"

Zhou Zhou wanted to stop Xu Jiaang's words, and subconsciously hugged him tightly, but his head was buried deeper.

He laughed sullenly: "Baby Zhou is really fragrant."

Zhou Zhou blushed and wanted to let go of his shackles, but Xu Jia Ang rubbed her buttocks with his hands, flattening and rounding them like plasticine.

She softened instantly, "Don't be here... You're not in good shape..."

Xu Jiaang arched the collar of her crossed nurse's uniform, rubbing it open to reveal a large expanse of whiteness, he pouted and kissed, "It's been a long time."

Zhou Zhou: "..." So you know that you have already recovered... Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you are still occupying a place in the hospital? !

"Lock the door, just be quiet!"

After Xu Jiaang finished speaking, he carried Zhou Zhou up to the bed, and Zhou Zhou let him down with an exclamation.

He propped himself up to look at Zhou Zhou, his fingers gently brushed away the broken hair scattered on her forehead, "Give it to me, okay?"

Immediately, he straightened his lower body, and rubbed his legs with the swelling that could not be ignored. With his coquettish eyes, Zhou Zhou closed his eyes and tilted his head, "Okay, don't ask!"

"Hee hee, still hurts me every week!"

Childish is dead!

With trembling hands, Xu Jia'ang opened Zhou Zhou's nurse's uniform, but instead of taking it off completely, he pulled down the top and pulled up the skirt, and piled it up in a wrinkled mass around his waist.

"Zhou Zhou's underwear has changed."

Can you stop talking so much! Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth, ignoring him.

Feeling the panties slip through the bend of the leg and fall on the ankle, Xu Jiaang just refused to take her off completely, and he didn't know where the bad taste came from.

There was a cold wind blowing, and the flower household was cool, Zhou Zhou shrank a little, and heard Xu Jiaang say in surprise: "Open!"

Zhou Zhou couldn't hold back and was about to scold her, when a finger was inserted into the slit and she swallowed all the words.

Xu Jia'ang grabbed one of his nipples, rubbed the flesh core with his fingers and inserted them into the flesh hole. His fingertips were slightly bent and he dug into the overflowing honey liquid after the hole wall was opened. of.

Sucking up along the nipple, the tilted glans swelled up against the opened mussels, Xu Jiaang kissed Zhou Zhou's fluttering eyelashes, "This time I'm hot, not cold. ."

"What... ah!"

The meat stick was inserted into the flesh hole only a finger wide in the face of the sparkling juice, the hole was propped up until transparent, and Zhou Zhou's face changed, "It's too big, it hurts!"

"Hey...Farewell to Zhouzhou...Don't squeeze so hard!"

One thought it was too big, the other said it was too tight.

Zhou Zhou was distracted by his "wife", and stammered back: "...well...it's better...um..."

With a bright smile on his face, Xu Jiaang took Zhou Zhou's legs and put her legs on his shoulders. Every time he stabbed into the lower body of the two of them, there would be a "pop, pop" sound.

He pushed the cock hard to the end, and before Zhou Zhou could scream, he couldn't wait to pull it out, and then continued to stab in, and then pulled out again, repeatedly pushing and inserting the water in Huaxin's heart continuously. Zuobai pulp drowned the junction of the two, even on the pubic hair.

Zhou Zhou slowly felt the pleasure in it, chanting continuously, and the layers of stimulation paralyzed her nerves.

The soft body was swayed back and forth by the impact. She bit her lip to keep her voice from getting louder. With Xu Jiaang's mad insertion, the electric current came from her lower body and immediately made her indulge in sensual pleasure, and a few silent moans were heard. Then there would always be another short lewd scream.

Zhou Zhou was afraid that someone would hear it, and completely forgot the feature of the VIP ward's excellent sound insulation. She covered her mouth with her hands, revealing only a pair of innocent eyes, as if she was crying.

Xu Jia Ang waved himself down and coaxed her in a low voice, "Zhou Zhou is not afraid, no one will hear it, come... Call me a pi, please?"

Zhou Zhou was coaxed to let go of his hand, and he grabbed his neck under his quick impact: "Pi, you...ah...you slow down...ah..."

Xu Jiaang slowed down, but it was still very fast. Every time he pulled out the thick and long, it would bring out a pool of viscous cum, and the pink mussels were smashed to a deep red, and the wet piece was alluring and tight.

He held Zhou Zhou's waist with one hand and Zhou Zhou's breasts with the other, tightening his firm buttocks, and with a deep sigh, the two of them sighed in unison: "Ah..."

Among them, the fun can only be described by a long drought and nectar.

Xu Jiaang quickened his rhythm, the top of Meirou was a burst of sprint, wave after wave of uninterrupted and violent thrusting, and the mooring tide finally soaked the bed sheets.

Zhou Zhou clenched the sheets tightly, her lower abdomen undulating, her back stiffened, "...Ah, here it is... uh..."

As soon as Xu Jiaang heard it, he grabbed Zhou Zhou's knee and slammed into it a dozen times. In the end, he twitched violently, and every drop of hot white turbidity poured into my womb...

Zhou Zhou seemed to hear Xu Jia'ang say, "I called your wife, but you agreed."

She wanted to answer, but she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

The musk in the room swallowed up the smell of disinfectant.