The sweet wife regretted provoking a virgin.

The young and strong little monk is simply tireless. He has already ejaculated in her body three times, and he is still so energetic. She was naked, and she thought that sitting was not enjoyable enough, so she picked her up and pressed her against the wall, and the wife felt that her thigh was about to cramp. He hung her on her arm, and the other foot barely stood on the ground , The long affair made her lose her strength, and the sticky body below was full of body fluids from the two of them. The roots of her thighs were muddy, and the man's semen was mixed with her kinky water, which was extremely lewd. The unfortunate man was still fiddling around, accompanied by the filthy slap of the flesh, her whole being was dragged in the quagmire of desire, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Actually, don't blame the little monk. He was in his early twenties, when his physical strength and sexual desire were on the rise. It was rare to encounter such a wonderful body, which was so tender and fresh to arouse his desires. How could anyone stand it? Coupled with her tight and elastic private parts, it has a strong adsorption force and is very capable of spraying water. After a few touches, the cum is sensitively gushing out. That kind of sucking feeling can't even be resisted by an old lover, let alone him?

Presiding over the master's teachings, cultivating few desires, and important Buddhist schools... all were left behind by him, leaving only the instinctive desires of the lively people and men in front of him.

The little monk raised his sweet wife's pointed chin, her thin lips blocked her slightly open red lips, and his tongue stuck directly into her mouth, entangled in her fragrant mouth, preventing her from letting out a seductive moan. Her nose and mouth were full of the lewd breath of the two coitus, her flexible tongue stirred in her mouth, and her big palms rubbed her tender breasts, rubbing them heavily. He really loved the feeling of her fullness and fullness in the palm of his hand. It felt so comfortable to knead. The index finger and the fingers held her pink nipples, rubbed them hard, and pulled them out until the two nipples were They were all big and swollen and stood upright in his palm. After kissing his sweet wife and beating him reluctantly, he opened his mouth and lowered his head to hold her sore nipple, sucking like a gluttonous baby, eager to suck out her sweet milk.

The cock that had just been vented was still in her body. Although it was weak, the body of the cock was still quite bulky and blocked the hole. The turbid white semen was mixed with the **** water she spewed out, slowly from the intercourse of the two. The place escaped, winding down from the base of her legs like a small snake, itchy, so that the sweet wife couldn't help trembling, her weak legs had no strength to support her body, and she leaned softly on the man. The sensitive physique of the sweet wife makes him very fond of him. Even after orgasm for a while, the little pussy still can't stand to be played with a little bit. Like squeezed out. So he loves to stay in her and rest until his next erection.

The woman in his arms seemed to have been overdone. The little monk was apprehensive, and found that his wife had traces all over his body. The red lips were swollen from the suction, and from the white and tender neck down, there were hickeys and stains of water from his bite. The breasts were even more miserable. There is a deep bite mark on the areola, and the snow-white breast meat is the indentation and bite mark of the fingers; the waist and buttocks are all traces left by him. I didn't feel it when I was lustful before, but now it seems that the sweet wife is like a spoiled sex doll, softly falling into her arms. He cherished and hugged his sweet wife tightly, and didn't know what to do, but she inexplicably gave him a raging lust, and he couldn't help but want to bully her again.

The sweet wife raised her eyes and looked at him, the man's tender face still didn't know how to hide his thoughts, so his guilt was clearly seen by her. Alas... Although he was at fault, she was the one who started after all. Those watery eyes looked at him with guilt and distress, like a puppy who made a mistake and waited for his master to blame, making his wife so angry. It's really a sin... "Little Master..." The sweet wife said slowly: "Do you regret it..."

"No, no!" The little monk didn't expect his wife to think so, and hurriedly hugged her urgent explanation: "I have no regrets! I, I...just..." He blushed and fondly stroked her body. Traces, said ashamed: "I, did I hurt you?"

The sweet wife couldn't help laughing: "Ha...No, little master, I don't feel pain..." She put her small white hand on the back of his hand, holding his hand on her chest and said: " It's very comfortable...Little Master..."

Such a blatant compliment made the man's ears turn red, but the touch of his subordinates was really good, so he rubbed her plump breasts a few times again, causing the wife to laugh.

With such a variety of amorous feelings, it's strange that a man can't stand up, so after the rest, the meat cock "stands up" energetically, fully propping up her tunnel. The sweet wife immediately felt his excitement, and she gave him a warning look: "It's the last time! I really can't do it again."