Yanyan looked at Tang Qing and focused on her lips. "I want a Christmas gift, Qingqing."
Tang Qing raised her head and gently kissed the corners of his eyes. "What kind of gift?"
Yanyan's eyes flickered, and his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down several times. He took a deep breath near Tang Qing's ear and said, "Qingqing, you smell very good."
Tang Qing's lips slowly kissed the space between Yanyan's dark eyebrows, then moved to his lips and kissed him tenderly. "What do you think the scent reminds you of?"
His long eyelashes rubbed against Tang Qing's face a few times, and then she took Tang Qing's lips and took a sip.
After realizing that Tang Qing accepted him, he continued to move, breathing slowly. He licked Tang Qing's lips and tentatively pressed them between her teeth.
Tang Qing stroked his hair, released his teeth, and sucked on the tip of his tongue. After receiving permission, his breathing immediately became heavier.
Yan stared at Tang Qing with moist eyes, like a big dog, enthusiastic, eager, and disorganized.
He uttered one or two low hums with satisfaction in his throat, tiredly calling Tang Qing, "Qingqing, Qingqing..."
Tang Qing raised his hand to unbutton his shirt and backed away with a blushing face, pecking Tang Qing's face reluctantly.
The body under the clothes is fair-lean, has well-proportioned muscles, and contains the strength an adult male should have.
After Tang Qing unbuttoned his buttons, she was not in a hurry to remove them. Yan Yan froze for a second and unconsciously shrank back. If asked what Yanyan was most afraid of, it was Tang Qing's teasing
Tang Qing put her arms around his waist and brought him back, kissing his lips comfortingly, "Come closer."
The muscles under his palms felt pliable, and Tang Qing squeezed them twice inadvertently. He heard Yanyan release a short gasp, and Tang Qing kissed his face and neck. Her fingertips stroked his back, then along his waist.
It's…
Yan Yan saw Tang Qing staring at him intently, and his neck turned red with embarrassment.
Tang Qing kissed him, and the giant monster trembled with his master.
Tang Qing hooked his fingers, and before he could take the next step, Yanyan had already groaned, tightened his waist, and hid behind. Then he raised his eyelashes and glanced at her, then moved back.
"Qingqing...don't be like this, okay?"
But the monster excitedly spits bright, sticky liquid, revealing his liking.
His face was crimson, his eyebrows were full of lust, and he looked like he was ready for others to take advantage of him. "Then take care of it yourself?" Tang Qing said with a smile.
"I want to get…." Yan Yan blushed and looked at Tang Qing.
The monster was pressed against his abdomen, pitifully swollen and red, and it would beat twice from time to time. Tang Qing squeezed again, then spread his legs and knelt on both sides of his body.
Yanyan subconsciously held Tang Qing's waist to prevent her from falling, his monster resting on her thin waist.
Tang Qing lowered his head and licked Yanyan's ear, biting the soft ear around the edge till it turned red; his voice was smooth and hoarse, "What do you mean?"
The hand on the back of Tang Qing's waist never let go. Hearing this, he hugged Tang Qing tighter with one hand but took it back helplessly after raising the other hand.
"Qingqing, I think..." He looked at you helplessly and stumbled.
Tang Qing touched his lips and interrupted him, "What are you thinking?"
Tang Qing noticed that the arms around his waist suddenly tightened. He pursed his lips and pulled Tang Qing.
His monster tentatively pressed against the skin. Tang Qing kissed him on the face encouragingly, continuing along the spine. Going up, his arms lifted the pink dress, and most of it was taken off. He suddenly paused, and the white breasts came into his eyes.
"Sir, the meal is here." Arong's voice suddenly came to mind, and Yanyan looked at Tang Qing helplessly.
It was completely different from the usual Yanyan. He was like a little rabbit waiting to be slaughtered at this time.
Aaa, "What do you think if I open the door and let everyone in to see you?" Tang Qing said softly. "No." Yan was so anxious that his eyes were red and shouted, "Put the things outside the door and don't come in." Then he looked at Tang Qing aggrievedly, as if he had been greatly wronged.
"What's going on?" Tang Qing asked knowingly.
"Should we eat first or..." Yan Yan's thoughts were not here.
"What else..." Tang Qing got up and wanted to play a trick on him.
"Qing Qing..." Yan looked at Tang Qing, stumbling helplessly, and said, "You know, I want you."
Yanyan touched his lips and interrupted him, "Then come on, fx...me." Tang Qing deliberately slowed down her speech.
The word in this sentence stimulated him. Tang Qing noticed that her arms around her waist suddenly tightened but relaxed again.
Yanyan held his hand, folded his fingers, and kneaded the smooth and soft area. He gradually took over the control and started rubbing.
The thick and long monster stretched out from the side of the underwear, and the waist slowly moved back and forth, and the hard monster rubbed directly against the hot and humid place.
The black hair poked at sensitive areas, making Tang Qing's legs sticky.
He kneaded Tang Qing's chest with one hand and clamped the nipple between his fingers. The force was sometimes light and heavy as if he couldn't control himself.
Tang Qing squinted her eyes, stretched his thin neck, and panted with his movements. Yanyan was panting harder, and his hot breath sprayed on Tang Qing's chest.
The black head was buried in the side of Tang Qing's neck, and the hot lips rubbed against the skin with nostalgia, showing signs of losing control.