226 Chapter 225 of “Quick Wear: A Delicate Flower Is Hard to Grow (H)”

Drawing and Notes (End)

Zhou Jinyuan spread Song Tingyu’s thighs with his hands and raised his straight hips high.

He slowly wiped his hands with the wet wipes on the table, and touched them while Song Tingyu wasn’t paying attention.

His fingers sensitively touched the small flower bead on the top of her pussy, slowly twisting it gently and rubbing it from side to side.

Song Tingyu tensed up and moaned softly: “Don’t…um…”

Zhou Jinyuan came close to her ear, touched her buttocks with his palms, and kneaded her slowly: “Don’t you want it before I go in? You promised me today that you will draw a good picture for me to see.”

His fingers worked hard for a while, but even though Song Tingyu was so bold, she was still blushing, not because of shame, but because he made it so comfortable that she couldn’t do it at all.

She took a deep breath, picked up the pencil, and sketched the outlines of the two people.

She tried her best to ignore the disturbing big hands behind her and the itchy kisses, but when the big cock was inserted into the passage from behind, she still went limp.

“Yeah…” Putting her hands on the table, Song Tingyu frowned slightly, her eyes blurred, her white teeth biting her red lips, a suppressed moan escaped from her throat, and she was panting.

Zhou Jinyuan suddenly raised his lips and smiled. In a flash, he moved his hands and pressed her down. He placed his two hands on her breasts, holding her earlobes in his mouth and licking them silently.

“Ugh…ahhh…” Song Tingyu gasped, and it was too late to stop her. The big cock locked Song Tingyu’s pussy tightly and hit it to the deepest point.

She was held in Zhou Jinyuan’s arms, and her ears, chest, and pussy were stimulated by three things, and she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Song Tingyu’s hand was holding the edge of the table, holding a pencil between her fingers. The draft paper in front of her was crumpled, and the outline that had just begun was now dirty.

Zhou Jinyuan’s thrusts became more and more violent, and he pressed her down and ejaculated once. Song Tingyu was as soft as spring water, and she was completely soft.

The two of them no longer cared about the painting. Zhou Jinyuan turned her over and sat on the desk, licking her red lips. With one hand, he grabbed the small white breasts on her chest and teased the small red fruit on the snow peak.The other hand lifted her butt and moved her up and down to meet the desire.

“Are you comfortable? Baby.” Zhou Jinyuan’s back was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he did not forget to ask her how she felt.

Song Tingyu swung her waist to send herself there, squeezing Zhou Jinyuan’s hand, hanging her legs on his waist, and was pressed deep by him. She was sobbing and pleading, but Zhou Jinyuan did not come out.

Song Tingyu exclaimed as her thighs were lifted up by both hands. Half of her body was lifted up, her body was suspended in the air, and her two hands were tremblingly supported on the table.

She was nervous that she would fall and was afraid, and her pussy tightened suddenly.

The tight pussy clamped suddenly, as if sucking the entire cock, making Zhou Jinyuan’s whole body numb. He wanted to push harder and deeper, so that it could wrap the desire more tightly, and even the big balls wanted to be stuffed into it.

The illusion that she was about to be penetrated made Song Tingyu no longer able to remain calm. She began to struggle, her delicate calves kicking weakly in the air, and her slender waist tightened and arched again and again, “No more…ah…ah…ah…it’s too deep…”

The woman begged for mercy softly, her white buttocks flushed with the man’s impact, the white breasts on her chest kept swaying, and the skin of her vagina was stretched to the extreme, shrinking and expanding with the thrusting of the cock.

At the entrance of the hole, the crystal clear flower liquid was pounded into white foam and wetted on the table. Seeing this, Zhou Jinyuan turned the draft paper over and placed it at the intersection under the two bodies.

This shameful and lustful scene amplified Song Tingyu’s pleasure. Indescribable numbness exploded from her body, and her pussy was violently twisted, which seemed to be a climax of pain and pleasure.

Zhou Jinyuan took a deep breath, quickly inserted dozens of times into the wet passage, and ejaculated hard into the tender flesh that was still spasming.

The two hugged each other quietly, feeling so comfortable that they didn’t want to move.Zhou Jinyuan pressed on her and gasped for a while, then pulled out Microsoft’s cock.

The draft paper where the two of them had sex was extremely wet. The semen and vaginal fluid were mixed together, and the smell was salty and fishy.

“Baby, where is the painting you promised? Why did you paint it like this?”

“Zhou Jinyuan! You bastard!” Song Tingyu looked at the wet paper, bit her lip, grabbed it, and threw it in the trash can.What kind of ghost paintings are these? They are more erotic than hers.

Zhou Jinyuan smiled lowly and chuckled: “Don’t you think this one is much prettier than the previous one? The two of us painted it together, and I have credit as well as you.”

Song Tingyu rolled her eyes and decided not to talk about this with this man anymore. This man was simply…

She put on a fake smile: “If that’s the case, then you should keep it good! Goodbye!”

After saying that, she pushed Zhou Jinyuan away, got off the table and walked quickly towards the door.

She believed that if he stayed any longer, he might come up with another bad idea!