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Beautiful Morning
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For many days in a row, Zhang Ping applied for a boarding house and lived with her boyfriend Qian Ming. After class every day, the two of them ate together, went shopping, watched movies, drank coffee, and sang karaoke together. They returned to Qian Ming's apartment to study together. When they were tired of studying, they squeezed into bed with him and spent several passionate nights. Sleeping with two people in each other's arms was much more heartwarming than sleeping alone. She really wanted to move in with Qian Ming. Qian Ming had to go to learn swimming every morning, and Zhang Ping slept at his place, so naturally she couldn't hide it. She couldn't help complaining that he left her alone after he went out, and she laughed and said how could a stupid donkey get into the water. Qian Ming was unwilling to be provoked, and studied harder. In addition to the coach's teaching, he also had the beautiful A Mei to accompany him. He swam better and better in the past few days and could already swim 25 meters with a breath. On Sunday, Zhang Ping woke up early in the morning. The crisp chirping of the sparrows on the balcony made her open her eyes. She found that she was being held in Qian Ming's arms, and her heart was warm. Qian Ming didn't have to go swimming today. On the beautiful holiday morning, the two of them could be intimate for a while longer. Zhang Ping was used to getting up early. She carefully lifted Qian Ming's strong arms so as not to disturb his sweet dreams, then quietly turned over and climbed out of bed, stretching her waist lazily. Zhang Ping only wore underwear when sleeping, so she found a tight light blue sleeveless short vest in the cupboard and put it on, put on white short shorts, took out the toiletries, went out of the room to the bathroom, went to the toilet, and did a simple wash. Summer is approaching, and the weather is gradually getting hot. Only in the early morning is it refreshing and pleasant. Zhang Ping washes her face and brushes her teeth, splashing water on her pretty face, and the cool feeling awakens the cells in her body. She combed her hair neatly, tied it with a hairband and threw it behind her head, then smiled at the mirror. Good morning, my little beauty! Zhang Ping returned to the room in good spirits. Qian Ming was still asleep, of course. She put away her utensils, lay on the edge of the bed, and looked at Qian Ming's peaceful sleeping face, this lazy bug. She playfully stretched out her little finger and slid it along the line of Qian Ming's lips, moving back and forth. Qian Ming felt very itchy, and couldn't help sucking his upper and lower lips back into his mouth and grinding them with his teeth. His face twisted funny. Zhang Ping laughed happily and found it very interesting, so she went to find other places to tease him. Qian Ming slept in only a pair of underwear. There was a thick chest with a dense chest hair in the middle. Zhang Ping gently used her fingers to comb and scratch him there, and she felt itchy on her palms. Qian Ming also had a few long hairs on her small areola. She deliberately twitched one of them. Qian Ming hurriedly used her hand to scratch it vigorously, as if it hurt a lot. Zhang Ping giggled and leaned over to gently suck on his nipple. In his sleep, Qian Ming did not forget to hold his hand over and hug her shoulders, mumbling indistinguishable muddy sounds. Qian Ming's nipple quietly stood up into a small hard bean under the teasing of Zhang Ping's warm little mouth. Zhang Ping stuck out his tongue and licked it with the tip, and peeked at Qian Ming's expression with the corner of his eyes. Qian Ming frowned slightly, looking very comfortable. Zhang Ping laughed happily, and she nibbled the little nipple with her front teeth again. Qian Ming's chest shrank a little, and she quickly stuck out her tongue again, sucking it lovingly. Zhang Ping's hands were caressing Qian Ming's upper body at the same time. She found it interesting that Qian Ming's breasts seemed to be no smaller than her breasts. She squeezed Qian Ming's breasts, and then measured them on her own breasts. She looked down at the full breasts, which were round, firm and slender, and couldn't help feeling proud.
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