As summer was about to arrive, the sound of insects gradually became clearer. There was only a touch of moonlight in the dark courtyard. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight cast a light on the cherry tree. Next to the tree was a swing.
Luan Yan was lying on the swing, her delicate body covered with a translucent gauze dress embroidered with red roses. Under the gauze dress was her snow-white skin, slender legs, graceful shoulders and neck, and full and plump breasts. The dress was half-covered, but it also showed her beautiful body. She leaned against the swing tenderly, her bun was loose, and a few strands of hair floated on her rosy face, which was amazing.
Lu Sheng was sitting opposite her, not far away from her, with a drawing board next to him. On the paper was a half-painted Luan Yan. The spring scenery in the courtyard and the beauty on the swing were all presented on his drawing paper, vividly.
"Lu Sheng... have you finished drawing..." Luan Yan was so embarrassed that she wanted to cover her face. She had never been so shy and bold before. She took the initiative to ask him to draw her erotic painting in the garden. This kind of shameful and exciting erotic game made her nipples bulge out, trembling.
"How can it be that fast?"
In addition to drawing her, Lu Sheng was more important to appreciate the beauty of her beautiful body. Lu Sheng always felt that something was missing. He raised his hand and tore off the belt tied around her waist. The gauze dress was not strong, to begin with, and it was like a scroll, slowly unfolding, showing the woman's big, perky, and lustful breasts, as well as her smooth vagina and thick, pink, and tender pussy.
Lu Sheng tied the belt of her gauze skirt again, exposing both breasts and her little flower hole. They were coquettish and tender, even more beautiful, and it was also more convenient for him to play with them anytime and anywhere.
"Then... when will the painting be finished?" Luan Yan was very nervous. The yard was too empty. She was always afraid that someone would come over or squat in the dark to watch them. She was so excited when she thought of this possibility. Her little pussy was itchy and throbbing.
Lu Sheng pinched and kneaded her white and plump big breasts evilly, rubbing and scratching them with his five fingers, teasing: "What are you in a hurry for? Little slut, are you afraid that people will see you posing and selling your pussy to me? Hmm? Open your slutty pussy a little and see how much my slutty sex slave needs a cock to fuck."
He knew Luan Yan very well. He knew that she liked shameful dirty talk. The more obscene it was, the more it could arouse her sexual desire. When Luan Yan listened to his words, her pussy couldn't control the flow of water. She obediently opened her little slutty pussy, and her white and greasy legs were hooked on the swing in a lingering posture. The pink flower slit was opened, and transparent sweet juice oozed out, exuding fragrance.
Lu Sheng pinched her soft breasts with his left hand and painted on the drawing paper with his right hand. He painted the beautiful scene of his beloved woman's breasts half exposed and her vagina slightly open, stroke by stroke, adding colors, and it was breathtaking.
"Hmm... Woo..." Luan Yan moaned softly, her delicate and tender body trembling slightly on the swing, her full breasts were rubbed in his big hands, and the pleasure came in waves.
Lu Sheng picked up two cherries put them on her chest compared the angles, and put one on each of her nipples. The bright cherry fruit matched her equally red and tender nipples, but the base color was as white as cream, just like making a cake on her body, and the visual combination was extremely pleasing to the eye.
The tip of her nipple was too small to hold the cherry, and it fell off in two seconds. Lu Sheng caught it quickly and put the cherry on her white breast. For symmetry, he also put one on her clean pubic mound. He said pervertedly, "Don't drop it again, little slut. If you do, I'll stuff the cherries into your little cunt. I'll stuff as many cherries as you drop, and I'll fuck you as many times as you drop. Do you hear me?"
Luan Yan actually thought that the punishment he mentioned was a reward. Apart from being afraid, she would also feel excited. Her little slut's pussy shamefully leaked a lot of lewd water, which could not be stopped. The swing under her little butt was wet with water. She carefully held her breasts and replied, "Okay... um... Yanyan won't drop it..."
The cherries were just embellishments and did not take away her beauty at all. Her body was being teased and teased by the evil, but in Lu Sheng's hands, she also became a work of art, a holy and erotic work of art, which brought out her sexy beauty and cuteness to the extreme.
Lu Sheng looked at her in fascination, his fingertips slowly wandering on her body, caressing her, admiring her beauty, using his fingertips to feel her body temperature, painting her into his paintings, and also engraving her into his life, holding everything about her in his heart, and experiencing her intimately.
"What a naughty little nipple, Yanyan's nipple is more beautiful than a cherry, so high, do you want to be sucked again?" Lu Sheng would appreciate it the most, but also play with it the most obscenely, twisting Luan Yan's tender nipple and saying rough words one after another.
The nipple tip, which was as hard as a stone, was greeting him, asking for his roughness and his pity. Luan Yan was shy and lewd, and seduced with a soft voice: "Well...husband said that Yanyan's cherry is better than this...then come and taste it...ha...ah...the nipple wants to...want to be sucked...husband, come and eat Yanyan's little cherry...very delicious..."
Lu Sheng's big cock became harder, he could never resist Luan Yan's temptation, especially when she was so charming in front of him, calling him husband in a soft and sweet voice, asking him to play with her body. Lu Sheng easily got horny for Luan Yan, it would be strange if he could control himself.
He leaned over and took the right nipple into his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled on the engorged little nipple and sucked hard, relishing her sweetness with big mouthfuls. He really treated her breasts as little cakes, licking them all over, and said in a low voice, "So sweet, little bitch Yanyan's nipples are ten thousand times more delicious than cherries, tsk..."
This was a compliment. The tingling and numb feeling made Luan Yan moan softly, and she said in a lewd voice, "Oh... Yanyan feels so comfortable... Um... Ha... Suck Yanyan's nipples harder... My husband is so great..."
Lu Sheng even wanted to bite off the tip of her nipple. He repeatedly rubbed and sucked it with his teeth. She was excessively delicious, with a sweet milky aroma. Not only was she ten thousand times more delicious than cherries, but nothing in the world could compare to her deliciousness.
Both of her nipples were coated with his saliva, gleaming in the moonlight. Lu Sheng's big palm brushed across her flat belly, caressing her little by little, and then to her charming little pussy, rubbing her protruding clitoris, looking so inconspicuous, yet so cute, in charge of a woman's pleasure.
"This pussy bean is also better looking than a cherry, the slutty little thing is so cute."
Lu Sheng said in a normal tone as if he was just admiring its beauty, and his behavior was extremely lewd and obscene, making Luan Yan very comfortable. She kicked her calves twice randomly, and Lu Sheng suddenly inserted his force into the open pussy hole. His index finger just sank into her tight pussy, pressing and digging along her inner wall, splashing juice.
"Oh... Oh... So good... My little pussy was fucked by Lu Sheng's fingers... Um... My pussy feels good... Ah... Poke there... It's so numb... So powerful..." Luan Yan couldn't help but scream, and her pussy juice was also leaking.
Lu Sheng was fucking her pussy with his left hand, and holding his paintbrush with his right hand. He used great self-control to prolong the pleasure of having sex with her at this moment, stirring up the spring water while painting a picture of spring scenery.
The moonlight made things hazy, and the soft silver light shone on Luan Yan's charming body. She raised her neck slightly, with her towering soft breasts and her red lips breathing like orchids. In the moonlit courtyard, she was like an elf, incredibly beautiful.
And this elf enjoyed sucking men's essence. She hugged Lu Sheng's neck, grabbed his short hair with her small hands, licked his thin lips with her soft little tongue, and moaned: "Oh...my husband is so good...um...ah...fuck my pussy faster...ah...my slutty tits still want my husband to suck milk...Yan Yan wants..."