Country Weapon: Chapter 118 deep...

  The woman's attitude changed immediately. When she aimed at Longgen's crotch from her sleepy eyes, she shone brightly, as if excited by seeing gold.

   "In-depth understanding? Tell me as soon as you want, why do you want to be so polite?" Long Gen stared, a little impatient.

  Aren’t the women in the city very coquettish? Why are you still a mother-in-law, you still don’t admit it when you think about it, and you are just playing ball games?

   "Giggle", the woman was immediately happy.

  At first, I thought this poor boy was a softie, a bumpkin. After seeing the big stick, I feel itchy and uncomfortable, just like a cat seeing a fish, can I let it go? Looking at Long Gen again, he looks pleasing to the eye at first glance, his strong body looks like a yak, and he is still a straightforward man.

  I like this rough type.

   "Brother, you are really bad. Come in and sit down." The woman twisted her buttocks and welcomed Long Gen in.

  Long Gen was not polite, and walked in without hesitation.

  It is often said on TV that there are many cheaters in the city, and there are people who touch porcelain in the aisles.

  Usually a beautiful woman with her **** exposed, her buttocks leaning against you, whispering, to give birth to a baby or something, and when you just take out the stick, the woman will yell, what an indecent rape! Immediately, two people rushed out from the side, asking you to take the money for private use, or send it to the police station if you don't.

  But Longen is not afraid, he only has more than two hundred yuan left on him, so if you want to grab it, just take it, what a big deal; besides, can one or two people be your opponent?

  The most important thing is that the thing in the crotch is mighty, look at that woman's face of hunger and thirst, she is more kind than seeing the old mother who has been separated for decades, can she be willing to deceive herself?

  Striding in, a pungent scent hits the face. The room is not small, with a bed, a leather sofa, and a tea table combination in front of the sofa. Long Gen was slightly taken aback, there was only a small alley outside, and the facade was even smaller, unexpectedly the interior was quite luxuriously furnished.

"Brother, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water." The woman was very diligent, her **** was twisted like a Yangko, and she poured the water with a shake, "Brother, take a rest, I'll go and close the door." After speaking, he closed the door again.

   Taking a sip of the tea, there is a hint of coolness in the mouth, and I feel refreshed. I looked around, heh, I didn't expect this woman to have an electronic boyfriend beside her bed.

   "No wonder my face was as red as the tide, so I was digging in the house by myself." Holding the electric boyfriend, the water on it was not dry yet.

   What’s wrong with the women in the city, why are they so hungry and thirsty?

"Brother, what are you doing, what are you looking at with that thing?" The woman blushed slightly when she saw Long Gen tinkering with the electronic boyfriend next to the pillow as soon as she entered the door, "That, I'll give it to you. ..."

"Okay, okay, don't call me big brother. You are older than me, what are you called big brother! My name is Long Gen, what is your name?" Long Gen was a little impatient, so he took off his trousers and went to the kang to do things. The grinding and chirping, I feel weak all over. People in the city are not straightforward at all!

   "Huh? My name is Yang Ting." Yang Ting was slightly taken aback, "Then what do I call you?"

"whatever."

  Long Gen looked indifferent, he slumped onto the sofa, and beckoned, "Come, sit here. I'll touch it first."

  Yang Ting didn't hesitate and sat down.

  Just sitting down, there is a big hand under the buttocks, and **** are arched under it, picking at the small crack for a while. It suddenly became unnatural.

Long Gen smiled evilly, touched his chin and looked carefully, this woman is really nice, her skin is white, a faint fragrance penetrates into her nostrils, two cotton **** squeeze out a deep deep ravine. The small waist that is tightly grasped, and the **** that has suddenly grown bigger.

  Two legs are snow-white and round, and the thighs are tightly stretched in a small B skirt, and a touch of elegance can be seen faintly inside.

   "Uh huh, don't, don't pick, it's itchy, it's itchy..." Yang Ting gradually reacted, her waist swayed slightly, her buttocks fell together, avoiding the big hand below.

  Poke the finger little by little, and the small cracks are dripping water, which is warm and itchy.

   "Itchy? It's okay, I'll scratch it for you, come, sit in my arms." Long Gen smirked, grabbed Yang Ting in his arms, and pulled her into his arms. Relying on the strength of his hands, he picked up Yang Ting and twisted it on his lap to sit.

  Holding her back with one hand, she lifted up her short skirt with the other. Her pink underpants were wet with a lot of water stains, and they were still hot to the touch.

   "Oh, look at you, what are you doing? Why did you touch the water and waded in the water." I was happy, but frowned slightly.

  Like a bodhisattva who saves the suffering, he said earnestly, "Oh, what can you do if you don't meet Grandpa Long?"

  Gently stroking the smooth and clean thighs, which are white and boundless, along the thighs, sliding down the small crack like a snake, and the two thick slices of the creek propped up a fullness.

  Finger gently pressed down along the small slit in the middle, fingernails moved lightly, "Zizizi" two times, some water came out, pressed in again, and then picked again.

   This was repeated, and after a while, a hot stream gushed out, and the fingers were completely trapped in the small slit. The sound of "Zi Zi Zi" was moving, and a few drops of viscous liquid rolled out from the edge of the panties.

   "Don't, don't pick, don't pick, dragon root, itchy, itchy... woo woo, itchy inside... ah..." Yang Ting couldn't stand such tinkering.

  The fingers are like a loach, arching and arching underneath, picking at the cave wall for a while, it feels more powerful than an electric boyfriend.

   It’s not like Yang Ting has no men, and it’s okay for men to work. But the point is, when a man is out on business, he won't be at home for ten days and half a month, and he often stays at home for one night before leaving. How can this be possible? The tired ones below are almost calloused, what can I do now?

   In a fit of anger, I opened an "adult products" store. I have used all kinds of electric boyfriends and vibrators, but after all, I don't have any sense of reality. Every time I am about to climax, I am full of thoughts about a strong man, and I **** myself.

   Now, this man finally arrived.

"Long Gen, don't, don't pick it up, use it, use this stick...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...... Seemingly, it jumped out from the low chest.

   "What's wrong, you're not feeling well?"

  Long Gen tilted his head, just in time to see two big fair breasts, and almost spit out nosebleeds. Yang Ting's **** are not upright, they spread out in a soft ball, like a boneless earthworm, but they are white and tender, like pinching flour. As he spoke, his hand accelerated, and it hurt like an electric drill.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

   Eyes closed tightly, mouth wide open for panting, her delicate body trembled suddenly and convulsed. The small crack was like a **** breaking, and a huge wave rushed out.

   "Cut, is this the only ability?" Long Gen was a little speechless. The hot juice flowed on the pants, like peeing the pants, and after ten minutes of digging, it didn't work. It's really not interesting, and I can't help being a little disappointed.

  I thought this flirt had two brushes, but now I realize that he is just a master who is greedy for big sticks. Is it necessary to take out a big stick with this little skill?

   Don’t take it out, it’s not my own specialty.

   "Forget it, it's cheap for you bastard." Muttering in her heart for a while, she put Yang Ting on the sofa, flipped her short skirt, and pulled out her **** with a "chuck".

  The underwear embedded in the small slit brought out a long stream of viscous white liquid, steaming like paste just out of the cage. The two thick pieces of fungus trembled slightly, showing a hint of rosiness.

   "What a dense forest!" I didn't know it when I put on my pants, but I didn't know until I took off the pants.

  Finger poked, the index finger slid up and down along the small slit, and the two thick pieces of fungus trembled slightly, wrapping around the finger, with a little bit of batter.

"Uuuuuuuu...Longgen, hurry up, poke me with a big stick...ah, no, don't pick it up, itches, itches..." Qi'er Before he could catch his breath, the fairy hands picked again.

  In the past, I was as tired as a dog after having **** with my man, laying on the bed, gasping and gasping, but after less than a minute of rest, it came again. The most unlucky thing is that I have been there once, and I haven't seen the big stick yet.

   Not knowing where the courage came from, the little hand grabbed the crotch.

  The crotch propped up a handful of towering, big spires, like a TV tower straight into the clouds!

   "Huh? How did it become so thick?"

  Yang Ting was so frightened that she quickly let go of her hand, her palm still seemed to be hot, and her wide-eyed eyes were full of fear. Stuttering, like meeting a ghost.

   "How is it possible? This.... Why is it getting bigger now? My God!"

  Long Gen twitched his lips, "Without diamonds, can you look up to Grandpa Long? Lay down, the big stick is coming..."

"what?"

  Yang Ting screamed, and when she turned her head, she was lying on the coffee table. She only felt a slap on her buttocks, and a big stick was pulled out, hitting her buttocks, and the hot breath instantly spread all over her body.

   "Don't, I don't, it won't be long...Ah...ah!."

   There was a "chiliu", and there was a miserable scream!

  Yang Ting almost shed tears. It felt like someone stabbed it in with a big red mallet. The burning pain was like someone tearing the bottom with his hands.

"Snapped"

  The big stick headed forward, poked it to the end, and hit the buttocks hard. Two atomic bombs hit the dense forest!

   "Ah!." Yang Ting screamed, rolled her eyes, and almost fainted from the pain.

  Holding the back with both hands, the strength of the waist and abdomen was maximized, the **** stick went straight, like a pile driver, drilled into the deepest part of the small hole, sucking the sweetest juice.

   "Papa Papa"

   "Ah ah ah..."

   There was a high-pitched sound of waves in the room, bursts of water slipped out of the mouth of the stream, large pieces of white foam fell on the ground, and the big stick rubbed against the cave wall...