Weaver Niangniang said: "That's just wishful thinking on your part!" The hand came with the words, grabbed Gongsun Ying's waist, and held him in his arms. The more Gongsun Martingale struggles, the more he lets Weaver Niangniang enjoy it. Gongsun Martingale writhed in her arms, rubbing against her delicate peaks, rubbing her tender chin and long neck, making her itch and gasp comfortably. The flushed face, closed eyes, rough nose, and ruddy mouth that was dripping with water had already confused her and immersed her in the stimulation she hadn't seen for a long time. She forgot about it, and only remembered that she wrapped her hands around the Ai Lang in her chest, and shrugged the Ai Lang who hugged her from time to time, making the friction more violent.

Gongsun Ying, who was struggling in her arms, saw that Weaver Niangniang was so enjoyed, so obsessed, and so happy! I hate myself so much, how can I help the abuse? Are you rejecting her? Obviously seducing her. So, Gongsun Martingale quickly stopped struggling, sat motionless in the arms of Weaver Niangniang, and restrained himself from being aroused by Weaver Niangniang's coquettish panting and snorting.

The gradually rising happiness suddenly has no source, so that the weaver Niangniang, who is immersed in the pleasure of beauty, is unstoppable. She instinctively held Gongsun Martingale in her arms and wanted to sensationalize, but she was stopped by Gongsun Martingale who had been prepared for a long time, so that she could not succeed. Only then did she open her eyes, and she said with tenderness like water, exhaling Ruolan: "What a beautiful feeling? How comfortable is it? Elder brother! Why wouldn't you? ”

Gongsun Ying bit the tip of his tongue, was ruthless, forced himself to keep a straight face, and explained lightly: "I, I can't ask for it." ”

Weaver Niangniang asked, "Why?" Elder brother! Men love women, human instinct. It's people, and they don't throw moths into the flames. Brother, can't you be a person? As he spoke, he put his hand into Gongsun Marting's stall and fished it out. In the end, it is a martial arts master, so that Gongsun Ying, a martial arts idiot, doesn't even have a chance to dodge.

After the weaver lady caught the hard treasure of Gongsun Marting, she giggled, squirmed and clenched her fist while caressing, and through the touch of her hand and the treasure, she obtained a touching and wonderful feeling; Bian Jiao gasped and whispered: "Brother! You're amazing, I want it! ”

Gongsun Martingale trembled and roared, "Let go!" ”

Weaver Niangniang not only did not let go, but also accelerated the speed of the hand sliding at the same time, put her small mouth on Gongsun Marting's face, licked Gongsun Marting's face with a soft tongue, and cried in a coquettish voice: "Brother! You smell so good! Brother, sister, I can't smell enough. This is my man's smell, I have been looking for this smell for so many years, and today, the black dragon sent this smell to my arms. Elder brother! Just because of your smell, I will haunt you to death! I will smell death, and I will not give up. As he spoke, he suddenly sang stupidly: "Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder showers, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, but dare to be with the king! ”

The more she sings, the more decisive she becomes, the more affectionate she sings, and the faster she sings, the faster she slides on the treasure. When he sang the second paragraph, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, and he sincerely used this song to express his love for Gongsun Martingale directly.

Gongsun Martingale also followed the straightforward disclosure of this love, with the touch of the hand and the treasure like fire, the heart and body, can no longer resist the instinctive catharsis, the body is getting harder and harder, and finally becomes like an iron rod, I don't know where he got the strength, the body is straight, the whole body is tight, a trembling, just put the weaver Niangniang under the body, fell on the step. Then the man curled up like a convulsion and twitched like a pendulum. Weaver Niangniang only felt that the palm of her hand was hot, and a warm stream of heat filled her palm.

Weaver Niangniang is a person who came over, and there was no one who didn't know that Lang had surrendered, and when Gongsun Ying just straightened up, he pulled out his hand, gently lifted him up, and put him on the side with love, grabbed a sweat towel, gently, gently wiped his body, and listened to this brother, deep panting.

After a while, Gongsun Martingale stopped breathing. Weaver Niangniang also wiped Gongsun Marting's body. Gongsun Martingale was about to speak, but was stopped by Weaver Niangniang with her eyes. Weaver Niangniang smiled softly, and said in a delicate and soft voice: "Brother! My sister knows that my brother loves to be clean. I also know that my brother has been out of Liyang for almost thirty days, and he can't take a comfortable bath. Sister, I have prepared a big tank of water for my brother, can I let my sister take a bath for my brother? ”

Heroes are sad and gentle, and the famous saying since ancient times is true. Gongsun Martingale is physically and mentally exhausted, how can he disagree. Under the service of Weaver Niangniang, he and Weaver Niangniang finally met frankly, jumped into the vat together, and took a bath. At this time, any language is pale and weak, so at this time, you can only listen to the sound of bathing water, gasps, and laughter in a silent place.

As soon as the man and woman saw each other frankly, and then the skin and muscles touched and rubbed, three handfuls and two handfuls, and the dry wood met the fire, and with a loud noise, the heat began to burn. Weaver Niangniang and Gongsun Martingale went from the water tank to the couch, and then from the couch to the water tank, and then from the water tank to the couch, and then burned the fire at the bottom of the kettle, hugged each other and lay down.

Oh-oh-oh! A rooster sang loudly, waking the two of them up from their sleep.

The two of them, who had been in drought for a long time, looked at each other with confused eyes. In his eyes, he was confused, then confused, then suddenly realized, and then he was extremely excited and happy and proud. Then there was Gongsun Ying's remorse and unwillingness.

When Weaver Niangniang saw that Gongsun Marting's eyes had changed, she turned over and lay on Gongsun Marting's body like a coquette, holding Gongsun Marting's face with both hands, staring at the eyes of Gongsun Marting, and smiling like a flower: "Brother! Don't fret. Sister knows, what you are most afraid of is that you will be said to be a person who uses a woman to ascend to the top. Is it? ”

Gongsun Ying nodded, and after a sigh, he said, "Weaver Niangniang!" You know: how many people are staring at me behind my back. What I am doing is to rob the power of the powerful nobles, and to plunder the wealth of the wealthy merchants! If I don't pay attention and get distracted, even with your brother's strongest support, I will die in an instant. Moreover, even if he died, he still died somehow? Do you know? ”

Weaver Niangniang nodded obediently like a bird. Gongsun Yingcai continued: "Therefore, I said that I am not qualified at present, and I dare not enjoy my selfish desires, let alone accept your tenderness and love. ”

Weaver Niangniang's crystal tears dripped out of the corner of the deep pool-like phoenix eyes, snapped on the ground, and shattered on Gongsun Ying's face. Weaver Niangniang opened her mouth, wowed, and cried suppressedly, crying while saying, "Brother! Sister--I know. But the sister just wanted to smell her brother's smell, look at her brother's figure, and listen to her brother's voice. Brother! ”