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Oh my god! What does it feel like? Thin, tender, soft, bulging, warm, and slippery, my God! The car was moving slowly on the mountain road, as if it was very strenuous. In fact, the most strenuous part was inside the car. Yue Wen's right hand, which weighed only a thousand pounds, had to brush Mrs. Gui's skin like a breeze. Mrs. Gui was still unaware of it and was smiling in her sleep. The more the feelings in Yue Wen's hand accumulated, the better it felt. The rod head in his pants became harder and straighter. He rubbed the elastic buttocks with his palm, opened his tiger's mouth, and tentatively moved his thumb into the groove, slowly touching the squeezed briefs. The pants were a little damp. Moving down, he touched a small piece of protruding fat. Yue Wen felt dizzy. This... this... is... that...? He greedily pressed it, trying to figure out the terrain through the panties. It seemed like two small cream cakes sandwiched together, soft and greasy, full of infinite temptation, and it was always guiding him. Not only did it guide him to continue to do bad things, it also incited him, saying, "Go, go commit a crime!" Yue Wen couldn't resist the strong temptation, and became excited. His thumb repeatedly drilled between Mrs. Gui's legs, and kept going deeper. Mrs. Gui didn't know what sweet dream she was having. In addition to smiling all the time, she also made a small sigh of "hmm". Yue Wen was startled by her voice and quickly retracted her hand. As a result, Mrs. Gui shrugged her shoulders, moved her head towards the car door, and completely retracted her feet to the seat. She was really a bad sleeper. Her right leg was flat, and her left foot was shaken, and it was spread wide and leaned against the back of the seat. Yue Wen saw it and stepped on the brake again. The surroundings were still dark and quiet, with the chirping of insects. The car was parked motionless in the middle of the asphalt road. Not far away was a signboard of Taiwan Bus, with a dim light bulb hanging on the top, shining into the car. Yue Wen stupidly tilted her head to the side and stared at the space between Mrs. Gui's legs. Mrs. Gui's natural defenses were lost, and her two white and clean legs were particularly eye-catching under the light. The base of her thighs was full and plump, with bulges and depressions. The bulges felt like fresh hamburger buns, very elastic. The only barrier was the cute flower-dot panties, because the squeeze on the buttocks made the bottom of the panties converge into a small point, so the front was like a sharp heart-shaped thin blade, covering the seam of the buns and piercing Yue Wen's heart at the same time. The depression was hidden at the bottom of the thin blade, so there were some gaps on both sides. To be honest, there were really three or five curly hairs slightly exposed, which was a wonderful sight that could not be contained by the spring scenery in the garden. Yue Wen waited for a while, and made sure that Mrs. Gui had not woken up, then he slowly stepped on the accelerator and let the car crawl forward again. His right hand reached out again, tracing along the inside of Mrs. Gui's left leg. Soon, he brushed to the side of the most fatal tip of the thin blade, stirring her pubic hair. This place was very warm, and his fingers were involuntarily lured into the gap. The thin cotton cloth, with its weak elasticity, could not resist the invasion from the outside. It was pushed and moved silently, and Yue Wen's index finger and middle finger easily invaded her honey slit that was about to get wet. The crime caused Yue Wen's fingertips to tremble in panic. What he touched were two pieces of indescribably soft jellies, which gave off a faint warmth. The long line formed by them in the middle was abnormally hot. This feeling disturbed Yue Wen's self-control. Although he knew he had to be careful not to wake up Mrs. Gui, he couldn't help but dig his fingertips into the interlayer, and was immediately mired in a sticky mess.
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