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She took off her vest, and her white and tender breasts, which were supported by a pink bra, would shake and bounce up and down and left and right as long as she moved her shoulders slightly. She used to hate her plump breasts. When she was in junior high school, her classmates liked to make fun of her bust size. In high school, because her breasts grew rounder and bigger, she was not selected for the school's swimming team. In an all-girls school, her beautiful figure became the object of ridicule. Later, she went to Ningzhou to study, and she didn't expect to become the focus of boys' attention all of a sudden. From time to time, there were wolf-like greedy eyes attacking her from all directions. She had never been mentally prepared for such a thing, and she was so scared that she bandaged herself tightly every day. Until later, she started dating Qian Ming, and Qian Ming treated her as a treasure in his palm. He admired her, praised her, encouraged her, and insisted that she dress up beautifully and generously to show the healthy and exquisite figure of a girl. Now, even she herself has fallen in love with her perfect female symbol. Zhang Ping pulled open the bra cup, letting her round nipples pop out. Even without a bra, her shape was still so full and firm. Zhang Ping smiled at the pink round badge on it, which was embossed with cute nipples like small pearls. She leaned over and gently held her nipples with one hand, as if she was afraid that they would fall off. Then she used her nipples to rub Qian Ming's nipples, alternating left and right. Not long after, she found that her small pearls had become as hard as Qian Ming's. The mutual friction made her nipples feel beautiful and itchy. She softly pressed against Qian Ming's chest, listening to his even breathing and heartbeat, and smelling his familiar male body odor. Zhang Ping stuck her palm to Qian Ming, touching his neck from his chest. The stubble in the morning was both thick and prickly. Zhang Ping touched his face and turned the back of her hand to feel the fine pain like sandpaper. Zhang Ping climbed onto the bed, knelt on Qian Ming, and leaned her face to the tip of his nose. She looked closely at this beloved boy, his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips. Zhang Ping couldn't help but secretly kiss him on the lips. Her face turned red with shame. She leaned her cheek against his cheek, rubbing her ears against his, infatuated. Zhang Ping knelt straight, untied her underwear with her backhand, grabbed Qian Ming's right hand with both hands, and pressed it on her left breast. Her face turned even redder. She knew that Qian Ming liked her breasts the most. These nights, he would hug her breasts to sleep, and being held like this by him, Zhang Ping also felt satisfied and safe. She liked to curl up in his arms like a cat. Zhang Ping gently shook Qian Ming's palm, as if Qian Ming was caressing her. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but smile. He raised Qian Ming's palm again and put it against her little face, lovingly caressing her from top to bottom. Qian Ming didn't know whether he was aware in his sleep, but he also touched her delicate skin with his fingers. Zhang Ping knelt and rode on Qian Ming. It didn't take long before she felt Qian Ming's morning power pressing on her butt crack. Zhang Ping turned off the bed again and knelt on the edge of the bed again to take a closer look at his rebellious place. Qian Ming said "hmm" and turned his head, but didn't wake up. Qian Ming's underwear was pulled into a ** pyramid by the stiff flagpole, and the top of the pyramid was tightly stretched to look like the urethra of his glans. Zhang Ping stretched out his left index finger, lightly touched the top of the pyramid, and slid along its lines. The pyramid actually shook, shaking its cloth walls slightly. Zhang Ping stretched out a few more fingers and quickly found the main support of the entire pyramid. It was a strong flesh stake nailed diagonally. Zhang Ping turned his fingers and palms to the right direction, sliding down from the high point to the bottom of the stake, and explored a soft and cottony foundation.
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