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Chapter 113
When the sweet wife had enough rest, the two walked back. Because it was still early, the little monk took his wife down another mountain road. When passing through a dense forest, the sweet wife suddenly stopped: "Little master, it seems that someone is calling..." There was a faint sound of a woman's cry and slap. She took a few steps forward, trying to see clearly. When what was going on, the little monk suddenly came to his senses. He quickly covered his wife's mouth, held her and walked away quickly. After walking for a while, the two stopped behind a big tree, and his wife was inexplicable. Looking at him, "What's the matter? Why are we running away?"
The little monk's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he was shy or just running out of breath. He hesitated and refused to say the reason. The sweet wife tortured him for a while, and when he saw that he refused to tell the truth, he scared him: "If you don't tell me, Then I'll go back and take a look..."
The little monk hurriedly grabbed her, "No...that should be...hey!"
The charming wife's curiosity was completely suspended: "Say it!"
It turns out that the monks in the temple can't go home often, especially those who are far away from home. So sometimes their wives and children live near the foot of the mountain so that they can meet a few times. But it's not every day that you can go down the mountain, so some couples who are in their prime will come to the back mountain to meet. These are all hidden from the host master, and everyone is tacit, so generally no one will go to this place in the back mountain, especially in such a situation, and they will not smash people, so as to avoid everyone's face.
"Oh..." The sweet wife let out a long snort, and looked at the little monk's flushed handsome face, "If they meet, there won't be anything...why can't they break it?" Deliberately pretended I don't understand, the sweet wife continued to tease him.
"...Er..." The little monk didn't know how to explain, so he stammered for a while, until the sweet wife laughed out loud before knowing that she was teasing him, and became even more embarrassed. "Let's go down the mountain." So he turned and left.
The sweet wife followed behind him, still laughing, but the next moment, the scream rang out.
The little monk was startled by her, and quickly turned around to ask what was wrong. The sweet wife didn't care to answer him, she just jumped up with all her strength, and patted her chest indiscriminately: "A bug has fallen in!! Ahhh! Hurry up!" As if something was drilling inside her body, she was so frightened that she hurriedly hurried. Pulling the zipper on the back, the whole dress slid down, and her white body was exposed in front of him, only to see that her chest was choppy, and there was a soft bug hanging on it, "Hurry up and get it away for me. Lah!!!" The sweet wife was so furious that she didn't dare to touch it, so she had to ask the little monk for help with tears in her eyes.
The little monk, who was stunned by her snow-white body, came back to his senses after hearing her words, and quickly patted the bugs away for her, "It's alright... Look, I got it away!"
The sweet wife went back and forth to see that she had nothing else on her body, and even pulled off her bra to see that there was nothing else inside, before she put down her frightened heart. Seeing the little monk stunned at her almost naked body, she couldn't help teasing him. He still pressed his hand gently on her chest, his fingertips trembled, stroking the delicate skin under his hands back and forth, his eyes fixed on the two pink nipples on her chest, and his throat slid up and down, tenderly. His wife took his hands and pressed them on her soft chest: "Little Master..." She said tenderly, "The bugs just crawled on her body, it's disgusting... Please help me clean up..."
The young, vigorous and virgin monk can't stand the temptation of his sweet wife at all. He obediently obeys a man's instinct, covering her plump breasts with both hands and kneading back and forth.
The warm and soft meat in his hand is a touch that has never been seen before. The little monk is fascinated by watching the two pieces of meat in his hand squeeze out all kinds of lewd shapes with his movements, and the two pink nipples are particularly favored. He rubbed it back and forth to make it bulge, and rubbed hard against it in the palm of his hand. Seeing how excited he was, the sweet wife couldn't put it down. She looked down and saw that he was wearing a long robe, and his lower body was bulging up, so she reached out and lifted up his monk uniform, and held the exciting thing in her hand through his pants. , rub it back and forth.
The little monk immediately groaned, and the stimulation of his lower body made him not know how to deal with it, so he just looked at his wife innocently.
"Good..." The sweet wife soothed him, speeding up her hands, stroking it up and down, making his cock harder and harder, "Sister help you touch..."
The little virgin who has never experienced such stimulation was quickly conquered by the sweet wife, and he gasped heavily under her hands. The liquid seeped from the top of the cock and wet his pants. The sweet wife simply pushed him down on the grass and let him sit against the tree trunk. In front of him, he straddled him. The sweet wife stretched out her plump breasts to feed him, let him suck his coveted nipples, and then opened his pants to release the erect cock, seeing the color of his cock, the sweet wife couldn't help it The corners of his mouth curled up, as expected of a little virgin, even the colors there were so cute and clean, as if they had never been used. She caressed the white jade-like thing lovingly and lovingly, and played with the two heavy balls below. The little monk was so comfortable that his saliva was drooling, and after a few moments, turbid white semen was sprayed out.
The little monk was shocked, the pleasure of ejaculation made him very happy, but when he came back, he felt shy for himself, his ears were red, he buried his head in her plump breasts and didn't dare to look up, and the sweet wife smiled funny. His chin was showing the sticky liquid in his hand, so embarrassed that he couldn't, so he hurriedly wiped away the liquid with the hem of the monk's uniform.
The sweet wife laughed and let the traces on his hands destroy the corpse, and then pointed to the water-drenched traces on the breasts and said, "There are also here, you see, they were all licked wet by you..."
The little monk was overwhelmed by her explicit words, so he had to change the other side of his clothes and wipe it clean. But the gorgeous scenery still faintly hinted at how he had just ravaged the reddish hickey, and the lower body that had just vented his head was half-raised uncontrollably. The sweet wife's sharp eyes found that he was rubbing and rubbing and erecting again, the lovable white jade-like thing, standing upright with trembling, and spitting out cum on the top, so that she couldn't help wrapping it in her palm and rubbing it again.
"No, uh..." The little monk couldn't dodge, and she was fascinated by her agile movements. That's how inexperienced, just a little provocation will make her excited, and make her sweet wife feel that she has a unique achievement. No wonder those men liked to tease her like this before. It turned out to be such an unspeakable sense of accomplishment. Seeing the man gasping and roaring under his hands, his whole body was controlled by desire, made her excited. I just vented, this time it took him a long time to reach an orgasm. The sweet wife tightly pressed his small hole with her fingers to prevent him from ejaculating: "Little master... What's the matter? Huh?" She was sweet The little monk was about to be driven mad by this amazing pleasure. The cock was swollen and painful, but he couldn't let it out. He suppressed it hard, begging his sweet wife silently, his eyes were wet, as innocent as a poor puppy. looking at her.
"Say, what do you want to do?" The sweet wife wickedly induced him, and her other hand naughty fiddled with the heavy ball. Tortured by the thrill of ejaculation, and the body that was first acquainted with lust did not know how to control it, the little monk lowered his head, not daring to look at her beautiful naked body, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Sister...I, I want to ejaculate... Um...let me shoot..."
Seeing his angry auricle, the sweet wife softened her heart, leaned down and licked his ear lovingly, released the hand that was pressing him, and stroked up and down to help him ejaculate more smoothly. Once the suppressed desire broke out, it was sweeter and happier than before. The little monk was immersed in the orgasm, and when he recovered, he realized that he had ejaculated all the semen on his wife's breasts, and even his chin was sticking. A little suspicious white liquid.
The sweet wife looked at the little monk who was scrambling to help her wipe, and worried that he would be too shy and his brain would be congested. She deliberately refused to dress properly, instructing the little monk to help her fasten the hidden buttons of her underwear, fiddling with the breasts wrapped in the bra back and forth in front of him; after putting on the dress, she turned around and asked him to help close the zipper. After appreciating enough of his embarrassment, he was willing to go down the mountain obediently.
Dodging all the way back to their small yard, the little monk waited for her to enter before leaving. Before leaving, the sweet wife couldn't help but leaned over and kissed his flushed cheek gently: "Thank you, little master." She left him with an enchanting back and turned to go in.
The next day, the sweet wife followed Old Madam Ye and the others to listen to the lecture given by the presiding master. After listening to it all morning, the host master thought that she was here for the first time. He was afraid that the lecture would be too profound, so he asked the little monk to lead her to another lecture, explaining some simple and easy-to-understand scriptures. The old lady Ye also agreed, so after eating in the afternoon, the little monk and his wife were alone in an inconspicuous little Buddhist hall next to the main hall, and the class started.
In the beginning, the little monk was still talking about Buddhist scriptures to her in a serious manner. But looking at the neatly dressed wife in front of him, it is hard not to think of how she was almost naked yesterday. The young man was already unbearable to be teased. In addition, he had tasted love for the first time and didn't make it to the end. No matter how he struggled in his heart, he couldn't restrain himself. Live a man's natural desire.
The sweet wife looked at him and pretended to be calm, but her eyes flickered from left to right. She couldn't help but want to bully him because she didn't dare to look at her pitifully. Looking outside the door, the location is quiet, and it is estimated that no one will come over. I wonder if he chose such a place on purpose? The sweet wife deliberately unbuttoned her shirt, and asked him worriedly, "Little Master...Yesterday, the place where the bugs crawled was so itchy...Look at it..." Half-exposed deep cleavage, a large film With snow-white skin, looking at the cute and stunned little monk who only glanced at him and didn't dare to look again, the sweet wife couldn't help but walked over, stood in front of him, and watched him nervously shrink back in the chair, staring straight at him. She didn't dare to look so young, which made people want to tease him more and more.
"Come take a look... Little Master..." Jiao Di Di groaned, and deliberately leaned down to put her breasts under the tip of his nose, "Do you remember yesterday... You still touched it... Do you like it? The sweet wife pulled his hands from the armrests of the chair, put them on his chest, and sat across his knees, not believing that he could resist her temptation.
The little monk felt that all Buddhist cultivation, laws, and everything had been left behind by him, and only the half-naked woman in front of him was real. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned the remaining buttons, and the back buttons of his underwear were also unbuttoned by his groping. The two soft and plump seductive balls dangled in front of him, and his desire burned him to forget everything, and could only pursue It is the nature of a man to conquer the woman under him.
The rosy little mouth was fiercely blocked by the man, and the slippery tongue held her tightly, sweeping and sucking back and forth in the mouth, the breasts were rubbed back and forth by the big hands, the nipples were also mercilessly pulled up and twisted, the sweet wife twisted Waist enjoying the rude caress of a man. The unsatisfied desire yesterday made her happily greet the man's play. The little monk, who has no skills at all, only knows to follow his instinct, eagerly sucking and kissing her delicate skin. The nipple was held in her mouth, kissed and bitten by her love, until she was in sore pain and begged for mercy before she reluctantly let go. She lifted up the monk's robe, the belt was loosened, and the stiff cock was taken out and placed in her white and tender hands to caress. He eagerly untied her pants and pulled down the zipper, then slid the pants to his knees. Legs parted, revealing scenery he had never seen before. The sweet wife leaned against the edge of the table, her lower body was hanging in the air, her hips were held by his hands, and his legs were hanging on his legs. Separate the leg sockets, trying to see the small holes in there.
The sweet wife refused to let him succeed, and her small mouth kissed down along his handsome lines, tightly holding his swallowing Adam's apple, teasing back and forth with the tip of her tongue, and then swallowing his full earlobe and biting it gently. The soft meat ball was licked and rubbed by her, and the tip of her tongue slid back and forth over it, which made the jade pillar under the man stiffen even more. The two sacks of the man were also well served. For a time, the room was full of men's unbearable panting. The sweet wife finds it very interesting that she can train a man with her own hands. The tip of the tongue continued to go up, along the small cartilage of the auricle, and then got into the ear, and the fragrant breath was sprayed into it. Putting on her soft little hands, a low moan escaped out, making the sweet wife tease him even more attentively.
The monk's uniform was undone, and a few distinct muscles were faintly visible on the snow-white chest. It wasn't the kind of muscles that were exercised in the gym, but it was formed by years of labor, with a more seamless texture. The sweet wife bent her head and hugged his left nipple, imitating his previous movements, sucking until it was swollen and hard, and then biting it with her fine white teeth, thinking that he would be very happy, the one in his hand was always Be honest about his preferences. Then she switched to the other side, just like this over and over again, the man let out a low growl and let out a strong essence in her hand.