Hearing this, the little monk couldn't help hugging her and shaking. The sweet wife is like a forbidden fruit. After tasting it, you are deeply addicted to it, and there is no way to get rid of it. Does this mean that the dust is not clean? The Buddha said, if the lustful mind is not eliminated, it is difficult to get rid of dust and labor. He is just a person in the world, and facing the temptation of beauty, there is no way to hold it. No wonder the host master said that he still needs a lot of experience.

He is not a good apprentice, not a good disciple.

But the current situation is too late for him to repent to the Buddha. How can such a joy of immortality and death be compared to a pure and painful practice?

The man impatiently shoved his already hard and painful cock into the small hole, the thick and long cock submerged in the whole, and the fiery wall of the sweet wife attached enthusiastically, and tightly clamped the cock deeply embedded in the small hole.

"Little Master, you..." Before the sweet wife could finish speaking, the man had already put her slender legs on her legs and began to thrust violently, her legs were vacated, and the strength of the whole body fell on the place where the two were joined. A ruthless thrust hit her sensitive point heavily, and his wife was so weak and weak that he hugged him tightly with both hands and barely maintained her current posture.

Hearing her seductive moaning, the little monk suddenly felt that the root under his body became more swollen and painful. He inserted deeply into the small hole, grinding the core of the small hole with his thick penis back and forth. All his erotic knowledge so far has come from her, he has been trained by her, according to her preferences, and he knows all her preferences under her teaching: she guides him when to speed up and when to Slow down, where to use force, where to slow down, there is no shame in training a massage stick that is most suitable for you. During the climax, the beautiful wife raised her tearful eyes to look at the smiling Bodhisattva, let me go to hell. It's almost there anyway.

There's no bed, so it's not too much trouble, it just takes a little more effort. It's just like cultivating a high-level posture in advance. You can sit on a man and use a woman's posture to meet the man's manipulation from the bottom up, or you can sit on the table with wide legs to meet the man's thrusting; you can also She was made to kneel on the table, and let the man hold her waist and enter from the back... Of course, the standing position can also be used, just the standing position, the front and back can be used; the ground is too rough, there is no way Lying on the ground, I am afraid that the body will be worn out.

With the smell of fireworks wafting from the window, and the solemn gods and Buddhas in the Buddhist hall, the two of them forgot the Buddhist teachings of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, and spent half a day of leisure, spending the entire afternoon in this lustful teaching, waiting for their sweet wife. When came back waist was weak. It was the little monk who helped to dress up, tidy up the cluttered scriptures, wiped the table and put it back to its original position. Before the lunch class, he quietly slipped back to change his wrinkled clothes.

When the two of them sat down in the Buddhist hall again, the doors and windows were wide open, and the little monk picked up the scriptures again to start the lecture, the sweet wife was inexplicably in a trance: everything just now was just her empty fantasy, everything was empty...

For the next two days, the sweet wife was with the old ladies, and there was no time to get together with the little monk alone. One morning during the morning class, the sweet wife passed the Buddhist hall and glanced inside. The little monk was kneeling with a group of monks. Recite the scriptures and do morning classes in it. That serious and focused look has an inexplicable feeling of abstinence. As soon as she thought that she was in front of the Buddha and Bodhisattva that afternoon, her heart beat faster, and she hurriedly restrained herself from thinking about the promiscuous situation that day.

Until the old lady Ye said that she would leave in the afternoon, the lovely wife had not found the opportunity to spend time with the little monk alone.

Luo: But it can be considered not to disturb his cleaning.

So when I got to the car, I suddenly saw the little monk in normal clothes, and the lovely wife was really surprised and delighted. If it weren't for his bright bald head, she would hardly have recognized him. Mrs. Ye had already started chatting with him enthusiastically, and she turned her head to explain to the surprised wife next to her: "Master Xiao Meng happened to be on vacation, and his house is not very far from our place, so I told the host master that we should go all the way. Here The traffic is inconvenient, so that the little master will not run around and change cars, and his vacation will not be long." The little monk politely turned his head (he was in the passenger seat in the front seat.) and the old lady thanked him again and again. The old lady was so happy that she waved her hands again and again: "Where, little master is too polite. Daughter-in-law, he has taught you Buddhist scriptures before, right?" With his thin waist and long legs, he has a youthful aura. He is really a handsome young man...): "Well, yes. Thank you little master for your careful teaching that day." She pointed deeply. Looking at him deeply, their eyes met in the rear-view mirror, the thin-skinned little monk shyly looked away, Bai Nen's ears burned again, and he refused.

Enjoy the slightly embarrassed and shy expression when he turns his head to look at him and her eye-to-eye every time - no wonder Shu Mi likes to tease little loli, she really has a sense of accomplishment; since she discovered this At the beginning of the fun game, this addictive feeling gave her an inexplicable pleasure, just like a kindergarten prank, haha, is she playing a strange aunt who harassed young teenagers? Could it be that after staying with the sons for a long time, the mentality has become naive?

The sweet wife is happy to be the bad guy once, but he is also a young virgin anyway, so it's not bad for her to be the leader—once in a while. So her eyes can be said to be looking at him recklessly. Anyway, when she was alone two times before, she was either walking the mountain road or "busy", so she didn't have time to look at him clearly. Looking at it now, his sword eyebrows, slender white pointed chin, delicate skin so white that you can't see a single pore, his shoulders just the right size, his slender fingers that are so nervous that his hands touch each other... even his deep, but not all The voice out of the voice changing period also sounds so charming. The sweet wife wondered if she was fascinated by him. Before, she regretted that she could not see him again and left. Now there is such an opportunity for her to take a good look at him, even if it is not alone, it is so beautiful.

"Oh...In that case, daughter-in-law, you can take Xiao Meng to play, right?" Mrs. Ye interrupted her thoughts. "Oh?" Before the sweet wife could react, she heard Xiaomeng's refusal: "No need, no need, thank you old lady Ye, I just went into the city to buy something and went back." But old lady Ye couldn't refuse: "Why not! You're a child, and you don't come here often. Anyway, we'll be fine. When the time comes, a daughter-in-law will help you take a look. You child... You're so polite, so it's settled." He said to his sweet wife, "Xiao Meng is going to the pharmacy to help his father buy medicine. Then you will pick him up at the station and take him to buy good medicine. You can also take him to the neighborhood if you have time. Okay?" Agreed: "Of course, there is no problem, I will arrange it." She looked meaningfully at Master Xiao Meng, who was sitting upright, and said, "I will take him around to play well, and I am thankful for your previous teaching." The words were a little bit heavy, and he glanced at her immediately, his face flushed slightly. Old lady Ye didn't notice the undercurrent of the two, so she happily asked them to exchange their mobile phones, and repeatedly and enthusiastically instructed the sweet wife to pick it up on time.

Mrs. Ye sent him home first, and then turned around and went back. When leaving, the charming wife looked at the little monk who was standing at the entrance of the village and watched them leave, and couldn't help but send a message: Are you doing this on purpose?

Unexpectedly, it's not just her who is reluctant.