"Hmm...hmm..."
The soft tongue was entangled by him, her little hand cupped his cheek, and the response was light. The rushing blood was immediately picked up, and the nipple inside the bra was quietly hard. Then, an electric current rushed out of the small hole, which was numb and itchy. She involuntarily contracted the muscles around the small hole, and a transparent thick liquid flowed out.
Not to mention Bo Yun, who was wearing sports cotton pants. His penis stood up vigorously and pushed the thick bristled cotton pants, making a tent. When Qiao Ting's hand fell, she accidentally pressed it, and he felt in pain. Taking a breath, pushed away the pink lips attached to the lips.
"Don't you want 'good sex'?"
Bo Yun squeezed her tender cheeks heavily and pulled the thin white skin outwards. The small face was suddenly turned into a pie face.
"Ah, I didn't mean it." Qiao Ting pouted slightly apologetically.
"Help it."
"Huh...?" Qiao Ting blinked twice quickly.
"It hurts now." Bo Yun exaggerated and emphasized the word ‘it hurts’.
If he had eye drops on hand, he would definitely use two drops to enhance the effect.
"Oh, then I will help it."
Bo Yun put away the wheelchair pedals, and Qiao Ting knelt down between his legs.
The male object created a large tent, and he can’t see how it was crushed by her.
Qiao Ting took off his trousers carefully.
Because his cock was too majestic, it was too difficult for her to pull his pants down, and she couldn't pull it hard (in case of a wound, there would be no "good sex"), so she had to put her hand into his pants. Inside, take out the hot meat stick.
Seeing that it is moving upwards majesticly, there is no sign of injury at all.
However, Qiao Ting still pursed her mouth, and gently blew the heat toward his clone.
"Huh...huh..."
She was blowing little by little along the pillar, and the hot breath was blowing on the top of the stick, like a warm summer breeze, which made Bo Yun very comfortable. He let out a long sigh and leaned against the chair. He sat slantingly with his back, closing his eyes.
Especially when it hit the head, the itchy sensation made him feel numb, and the fluid was secreted from the hole.
Under Bo Yun's guidance, the dull Qiao Ting has become smarter and smarter, knowing how to draw pleasure from one another.
She condensed the transparent liquid like a drop of water in the head, stretched out her small tongue, gently poked into the hole, picked up the dewdrop, and hooked it into her mouth.
"Hmm..." Bo Yun groaned, expressing pleasure.
"Does it still hurt?" Qiao Ting asked.
"Huh huh."
Of course it was not painful but he still has to pretend to drew out ‘pity’ from her.
"Where does it hurt?"
Qiao Ting, who knew what he meant, followed suit.
Bo Yun pointed to a place at random and wanted to see what Qiao Ting would do.
"Here?"
Bo Yun pointed to the valley under the glans just now. That was his sensitive part. Every time Qiao Ting licked it, he would feel comfortable, as if ascending to heaven.
"Then...fly away, pain!" Qiao Ting patted Boyun's glans.
Bo Yun stared in surprise.
"You..."
"Fly away, pain!" Qiao Ting took two more shots, shaking the thick cock from left to right.
"Hey." Bo Yun grabbed the hand and scolded with a smile, "Are you playing the ball?"
"I want the pain to fly away," Qiao Ting stared with her wide eyes and looked innocent. "When I fell, my mother would pat my wound twice and then yelled and pain flew away!"
"Are getting more and more naughty?"
Bo Yun pinched Qiao Ting's cheek with both hands and pulled her up.
"Oh...it hurts...it hurts..."
Bo Yun patted her cheeks in turn, and then shouted, "Fly away, pain."
"You are bad!" Qiao Ting slapped him on the shoulder. "Too much!"
"I’m bad but you still like my body."
"What way, body, I don't understand!"
"I told you not to read." Bo Yun pointed to her small nose. .
"I have read a lot of books lately!" Qiao Ting protested, "It makes my head hurt."
She even memorized English vocabulary after class . She has never worked so hard in her life. Fortunately, it paid off. Her grades are rising steadily, she guessed that this final exam, she should be able to get a good result, maybe she can get into the top ten.
"Where does it hurt?" Bo Yun asked with a look of concern.
"This..." The finger that was about to point to the temple of the forehead quickly retracted and stared at him, "Are you going to slap the painful place, and then say that that the pain will fly away?"
"How can I be willing to hit your head. What if you become stupid and fail to enter my school?"
"That's right." Bo Yun would never take such a risk.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Here."
Qiao Ting pointed her temple.
Bo Yun bowed his head and kissed each of her temples gently.
Qiao Ting was embarrassed by the kiss and couldn't stop laughing.
"Where else?"
"And here." Qiao Ting pointed to the center of her forehead.
Sure enough, there was another soft kiss on her forehead.
"There's still here..."
Where Qiao Ting pointed, Bo Yun kissed wherever it was, almost all her cheeks.
"It hurts here too." Finally, Qiao Ting pointed to her lips.
Bo Yun's head lowered, and Qiao Ting immediately closed her eyes, but when she felt Bo Yun's warm breath, she was cold and slapped her mouth.
She opened her eyes in surprise.
"If you hit here, it won't affect your head." Bo Yun smiled badly.
"Bo..."
"Hush!" Bo Yun stopped her protest with her index finger, "You’re too loud, it will attract the adults."
Qiao Ting pursed her mouth with an aggrieved expression.
"You bully me, hum."
Bo Yun smiled happily.
"I want to continue studying!" Qiao Ting said in a self-deprecating tone.
"You don't want to study," Bo Yun pulled the person into his arms, "You just want to do bad things."
He pressed his fingers on the lips, the clitoris was stimulated, and Qiao Ting couldn't bear it.
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