Ma Tilian interjected: “Sister-in-law, don’t listen to him. Who knows if he’s a fraud? A country lord? He looks more like a loach seller to me.
Old Eleven raised his eyes filled with desire, but her small hand reached into his pants, grasping his manhood… He let out a low “ah” and trembled all over, looking down but seeing her still asleep.
Speaking of Ye Hui in her dream, she saw Huangfu Zeduan and was enjoying intimate moments, endless entanglement, touching that massive member again. Since it was too thick to grip with one hand, she pulled it out of his pants, looking at its enormous size, feeling parched in her throat, burying her head and taking it into her mouth, gently nibbling.
Old Eleven never expected his beloved to do this, whether consciously or unconsciously, he didn’t know, but he was experiencing exquisite torment, the head between his hips refusing to yield, taking it deeper.
That flower-like face, seductive expression, moving kiss, charming softness – simply a heavenly temptress.
Old Eleven couldn’t restrain himself, his right hand reaching into her clothing, grabbing and fondling one full breast, glancing sideways to see another covered by Old Ten’s large hand.
Old Ten, feeling his brother’s gaze, gritted his teeth: “I’m just touching, I won’t do anything inappropriate.”
But Old Eleven could no longer hear his brother, his blood surging, eyes bloodshot, face reddened, suddenly diving down to take a red bud into his mouth, letting out an unclear roar, his body thrusting forward, violently shaking.
Ye Hui seemed uncomfortable, turning her head away, placing her small hand on top, but in that instant, a large amount of hot liquid suddenly shot out like an arrow, covering her small hand.
Old Eleven breathed heavily, the red bud kissed to a tender red, glistening as if about to drip water. He licked it and covered her clothing. But his lower region was still in her small hand, the white fluid needing attention, so he picked her up and placed her in Old Ten’s arms.
