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"Oh...oh...good brother...I can't stand it...Oh my god...Oh my god...I...I'm coming again...Oh...Oh...I'm really going to die...Ah...such a cruel brother...Fuck my little sister to death...Uh...Uh...Oh...I'm...coming...Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...I'm coming...I'm coming to death...Ah...Ah...I'm coming to death...Ah...Ah..." The woman came as soon as she said she would, and several puddles of warm water splashed onto Yang Jingsheng's pubic hair, soaking half of his body. She raised her head in joy, and after the moment of bliss was over, she finally couldn't support it anymore, her mind was dazed and scattered, and she wanted to lie down on the chair to catch her breath, but she fell to the ground with a bang, lying on her front, her breasts swaying in all directions, and her legs were white and hairless. What a beautiful whore like a wolf and tiger, it seemed that she had lost consciousness. The woman fell off the bench and naturally separated from Yang Jingsheng. His swollen penis stood upright in the air, showing that he was in the most excited state. Xu Yuan pinched the top of the condom and pulled it out, then lay down to the woman's original position. Yang Jingsheng held his penis in his hand and aimed it at Xu Yuan's little world, and quickly got intimate with her. Without the thin condom, and Xu Yuan was so tight and dense, Yang Jingsheng went crazy. He pumped vigorously. Xu Yuan had just watched the battle for a long time, and his emotions were catalyzed to be very excited. She hummed softly while pulling Yang Jingsheng down on her, hugging his thick chest with both hands, and whispering to him in Yang Jingsheng's ear, telling him not to be patient, she was already very high, and wanted him to completely inject into her body. Yang Jingsheng let go of his emotions and enjoyed each other happily. Yang Jingsheng's sensitive glans was wrapped by Xu Yuan's flower heart and was so beautiful. Xu Yuan was also hit by Yang Jingsheng and felt sore all over. Both of them did not suppress the swelling of their **, and let the joy burst out again and again. Finally, the two came to the critical moment together. Xu Yuan's legs were hooked around Yang Jingsheng's waist, and Yang Jingsheng desperately drilled his penis into it. At the same time, his heart was full of a series of urgency, and his physiological reactions were uncontrollable. All the enthusiasm was sprayed out, and the semen and water shot against each other, and the yin and yang were in harmony, composing a beautiful rest. "Jin..." Xu Yuan bit and kissed his ear. Yang Jingsheng and Xu Yuan were affectionate for a while, and helped each other sit up. The woman was also awake, leaning against the short? She dared not move, and waited obediently for her fate. Yang Jingsheng and Xu Yuan hastily put on their clothes, went hand in hand, and returned to Xu Yuan's room, closed the door, and stopped making any noise. The woman was stunned for a few minutes, as if she was a little confused. For a moment, her mind was confused. Why was she fucked by a stranger for no reason and fainted from pleasure? She shook her head vigorously to make sure she was not dreaming, then she propped up her tired body, picked up her bra and panties, turned off the lights and TV, and went back to her room sadly. After a night, the sky in the east was just turning pale. The woman got up and went out of the room, and saw Yang Jingsheng and Xu Yuan in the living room, turning on the TV to watch the morning news. Yang Jingsheng flipped through a few newspapers from one or two days ago and read them. "Morning..." She tried to greet them. Yang Jingsheng nodded to her, and Xu Yuan ignored her. "I... I'll go make breakfast." She said to herself. Twenty minutes later, she brought out a small pot of steaming porridge and some canned vegetables, and rushed to help Yang Jingsheng and Xu Yuan get bowls to serve them. Xu Yuan took them without hesitation, picked up the vegetables and ate slowly, occasionally glancing at her with sword-like eyes. She lowered her head and served herself half a bowl of porridge, sipping it like a little child bride.
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