Song Jae-kyung began to pick Choi Sung-hyun's pants.

Very neat.

It's like a thousand times in the past.

Whether it is the dexterity of untying the belt or the neatness of pulling it off, in short, the progress of a qiē is very smooth, just like what Song Zaijing has rehearsed in his mind.

Then, the source of the fiery fire jumped out.

The heat is amazing.

It was played directly in Song Zaijing's hand.

Song Zaijing grabbed it in the palm of his hand, the smile on his face was full of "malice", and there was no room for what he said, "I said no, my body is very honest~!" "It's completely a domineering president in reality.

The mouth shape of automatic silence is: hard, into, this, like~!

Cui Shengxian's face was strained, but he still couldn't stop the face that was flushed by qing|yu and completely betrayed him.

"Shy of what!" Song Zaijing didn't take off his stockings, and as soon as his legs straddled, he sat down in a female and male posture.

"Ah~~~" Cui Shengxian couldn't help but cry out, not knowing whether it was pain or comfort.

The hot object went down her thighs wrapped in black silk and socks, rubbed over the soft thighs and inside, kissed the slightly moist stockings all the way, felt the softness wrapped in pink bottoms and pants, and slowly slid to the gully of the two peaches.

There was already a little transparency at the top, and Choi Sung-hyun gasped, stabilized his mind, and closed his eyes forbearingly.

Even though he hasn't done anything yet, it's stimulated like this.

Song Zaijing's face was □□ and he smiled profusely.

"I knew you liked me, but I didn't expect it to be like this~!" Leaning forward slightly, Song Jaejing propped his hands on the sides of Cui Shengxian's body, and his upper body lay on her chest, cocking his fart, up and down.

Her eyes were bright, and she looked at him without blinking, as if she was going to eat him clean from beginning to end.

She moved very slowly, as if enjoying the process very much.

For him, it was more like torture.

The smoothness of the stockings is different from the skin, with subtle friction, and the itch from the friction is difficult to relieve and relieve, and the more it accumulates, it seems to itch to the heart.

"Do you want to?" Song Jae-kyung lowered his head and exhaled softly in Choi Sung-hyun's ear.

Cui Shengxian's reason has long been eroded and eroded in the slow reasoning just now, "...... In the view, give ...... Give me. ”

"If you want it, ask me." She stretched out her tongue and head, licked his ear with great movement, and then took his earlobe, and gnawed it carefully.

"In the view, please...... Please...... Give me. He took a breath, and his voice was hoarse due to the torture of desire and wang stopped in Song Jaejing's ears, and he really felt that he couldn't do it, she said that Cui Shengxian was poison and medicine, and she was really right.

"Well, here you go." She straightened up and knelt at his waist, his fiery object standing high between her legs. Song Zaijing didn't forget to laugh, lightly touched his finger, and was satisfied to hear Cui Shengxian take a breath, and his laughter was crisp, "Look, what a spirit!" ”

However, I don't interrupt the game.

In front of Cui Shengxian, Song Zaijing lifted up the hip skirt, stuck it on his waist, and started from his waist to remove his stockings little by little.

Choi Sung-hyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolling, and the yu|wang in his eyes became higher and higher.

Song Jae-kyung failed to take off all the stockings.

As soon as he faded to the fart, he was rudely caught by Cui Shengxian and broke a hole directly.

Song Zaijing glanced at him with disgust, "How is it torn!" ”

The latter ignored it, as she had done to him before, pulled off her bottoms and trousers, pressed her round and upturned peach petals, and put on the hole-pierced stockings, and went up and up, and into the hole.

Both were satisfied.

The stockings are still there, but they restrict Song Jaejing's leg freedom, Cui Shengxian hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes were dark and bright, and he was dazzling.

The passivity at the beginning was nothing more than his concession.

Song Zaijing likes to play tricks before starting, and he patiently plays with her.

She is happy, and naturally she will be able to hold on to it for a longer time in the follow-up.

But since it started, I can't help her.

"Wait......" Song Zaijing has long been used to such a reversal of roles, and even his voice is delicate.

"Huh?" Choi Sung-hyun is reaching out and touching her blouse. "What's wrong?" He's still in a gentle state.

"Mother's Gift ......"

"Oh, want to use it?"

Song Zaijing nodded with a blushing face, not shy, but excited.

She opened her palm, and there was a "Christmas tree" there. "Use this"

Choi Sung-hyun said yes, but, "You come and wear it." ”

Song Zaijing opened the wrapping paper and looked at the thin layer of film inside, a little unsure of what to do.

She and Choi Sung-hyun were originally husband and wife, and they had no intention of contraception. The insurance t is really not used many times, and the few times it is worn by Cui Shengxian himself a few years ago.

Ahem.

Choi Sung-hyun knew what was going on from Song Jae-kyung's pause.

He sat up with Song Jae-kyung in his arms, and turned her around him like she was sitting on a rotating chair, but her body still had his big and rou|bang.

When it turns, it is particularly stinging and exciting.

Cui Shengxian couldn't hold back and turned around one more time.

Probably a little nervous when he was turned, Song Jaejing unconsciously tightened and tightened the softness and meat, and it was really comfortable to bite and get Cui Shengxian.

Below, the small mouth shi|shi, is already very warm, and if it is slightly pricked and excited, there will be more water flowing out.

They didn't play for long, and the two remembered that there were important things they didn't do.

Picking up Song Zaijing, the fiery object broke away from the warm embrace, and with a "poof" sound, it was alone, and the silver filament pulled out was long, as if it still carried her fragrance.

I can't bear it!

But it's better to satisfy Song Zaijing first.

I'll be back later.

Choi Sung-hyun thought.

Song Zaijing stepped back a little and sat on Cui Shengxian's small belly.

When the little soft ones came into contact with the hard, hard hair, they were pricked, excited, and shrunk a few times, and the water from the lower and lower bodies began to flow out sticky and fell into his hair and hair.

Even Cui Shengxian couldn't help but say, "Water, truth, and more." ”

Song Zaijing ignored it, and Cui Shengxian was not ready to continue, he grabbed her forward, hugged her all in his arms, wrapped his hands around her little hands, and pinched her fingers between his fingers, and went to give him a big object and put on a coat.

It feels wonderful.

Two people are sticking together in a light and slippery way, with the same smell, and even the same temperature.

Under his leadership, she dressed it in an emerald green coat little by little, and adorned it with small colored lanterns and small gifts, which was very cute.

I believe it's also cool to use.

Song Jaejing smiled silently.

Cui Shengxian couldn't wait for a long time, so he picked her up again and vigorously penetrated her body.

The fiery object wears a special garment, and it naturally feels different.

When rubbing, the particles are fast, and when they are hit, they are soft when they hit hard, and they are nine shallow, one deep, and nong...... He sent it all to her.

Love and ...... Radiance.

A white light flashed in his mind, and it must have been extremely brilliant.

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At dinner, Ms. Cui keenly noticed that her son-in-law had changed his clothes.

As an elder, she opened her mouth and asked, "Sage, where is your big elk sweater?" ”

Choi Sung-hyun was very calm, "I just kneaded the dough and got dirty, so I changed it." ”

Get through it safely.

Cui Xiuzi: "Hey, in Jing, where is your Santa Claus sweater?" Stained too? ”

Ahem, Song Zaijing choked on the juice calmly, not because Ms. Cui asked suddenly, but, rub, her mother saw it early in the morning and asked!

And the back replied without changing his color and heartbeat: "Well, it's dirty." ”

"Oh~It's dirty~" Ms. Cui echoed with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Song Yinguo is unknown.

Ms. Cui: "It's okay, Christmas, I should be so happy!" ”

Author: You think that's the end of Christmas theater?! ……

Not really!

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In the middle of the night, Song Jae-kyung pulled Choi Sung-hyun and ran across the kitchen.

Choi Sung-hyun said that he kneaded the dough for an hour in the afternoon and kneaded it very well.

Song Zaijing squinted and said I don't believe it, just your scumbag technology.

So the two made an appointment, and they met privately in the kitchen in the middle of the night, Cui Shengxian did it again, and Song Jaejing was the overseer.

The results are clear at a glance.

The flour is ready-made, and the hot water boils quickly.

Song Jae-kyung took Choi Sung-hyun to wash his hands, put on an apron, and was ready.

Choi Sung-hyun is still clumsy as always, kneading the dough as if he was fighting with someone.

Song Zaijing couldn't bear it after only watching it for a while, so he simply started to help.

In the middle of the night, it is a good time for a tryst.

Song Jae-kyung stretched out his hand from behind Cui Sung-hyun, grabbed his waist, and taught him to knead dough hand in hand.

The grip of the fingers, the force of the palm as it goes down.

When you knead it, the taste changes a little.

Song Jae-kyung is always like this, Choi Sung-hyun thought.

It's not too surprising to be pushed down on the counter.

Song Zaijing was also very integrated into the role, crossing his waist and making an angry appearance, "Why are you so stupid, it seems that I am going to use, body, try, and teach." ”

In non-private places, it is not easy to loosen clothes and untie them.

Cui Shengxian showed the xiong|device very cooperatively, and Song Zaijing fiddled with it.

Following her hand into her short skirt, Cui Shengxian realized that this guy was not wearing bottoms or pants at all.

So this one is clear, it's not a temporary idea to knead the dough halfway through! It's simply a premeditated and planned kitchen play by Song Zaijing!

Cui Shengxian helped his forehead, his wife is too good at playing, how to break! Could it be that the hard work he told her about kneading dough and making rice balls, listening to her ears, are all dough play, rice balls play?!

But the arrow had to be sent again, besides, Song Zaijing made it clear that he wanted to continue, and Cui Shengxian had to sacrifice his life to accompany him to the end.

However, "In the view, is there a camera in the kitchen?" "The key issue is still to be aware of.

It's wonderful to be photographed, even though it's your own home, it's also terrifying.

"Nope." Song Zaijing returned neatly.

Choi Sung-hyun also relaxed.

Fingers shuttle through her small flowers, feeling her qing|dong, and her own xiong|dong is also high-spirited.

Song Zaijing enjoyed the tiao|lane of his fingers, and secretly said in his heart that there was no camera, but infrared.

But she has a plug-in, [Xiao Jujube] has received the command to eliminate all the pictures taken by the infrared.

So, what is she afraid of?!

Changing from fingers to large objects of n size, the feeling of being full and filled is so good that it explodes.

Song Jae-kyung was held by Choi Sung-hyun and hung on him with both hands and feet like a koala. Under the peach petals is the flour that was accidentally knocked over just now, compared to the noodles that Choi Sung-hyun kneaded with his hands in the afternoon, the flour now seems to be more useful, mixed with a sweet liquid, and it was hit into a white nian|chou.

"Look, I told you how to knead dough, right?" Song Zaijing leaned into his ear and smiled extremely slyly.

Yes, that's the right way to open the kneading dough.

“pici，pici，puci……”