471 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 470

027 New Top Scholar (H)

Zhu Wanyi turned a deaf ear to her seductive moans, and casually took off her white panties, and hung her two thin, straight legs on the armrests on both sides of the chair. Ning Wan could not help but lean back and cling to the back of the chair, her whole body was forced to open wide, and the center of her body was facing the man’s gaze.

There was a fever in her head, and Ning Wan was breathing unevenly. She thought to herself, maybe he wanted to dip the brush in his own juices and then write a love letter.

“Using the water in my pussy to make ink makes this love letter seem sincere.” Zhu Wanyi seemed to be explaining to her with good intentions. Then he held on to the brush and applied a slight force on his wrist. The tip of the brush brushed into the wet lips.

A strong itch rushed straight to her head. Ning Wan bit her lip and shivered. The hole the size of a soybean kept trembling, and a small stream of wetness flowed out.Langhao is taken from the tail of a weasel. The hair is fine and flexible, standing boneless, lubricated and elastic. It is brushed on the most sensitive and delicate parts of the body. The feeling that makes people feel itchy is really unbearable. Ning Wan raised her neck and exhaled, secretly wondering where this nerd learned these tormenting methods.

As everyone knows, Zhu Wanyi, who loves books as much as his life, gradually studied the Yellow Emperor’s Internal Classics thoroughly after he gradually became interested in sexual intercourse.

“My wife is really full of juice. Just a pen tip can make the water flow out.”

Zhu Wanyi stared at the pen in his hand, which was bent and then bounced up. The delicate flower was pink in color, like a flower that had been soaked in the rain. It was as beautiful and attractive as a flower in the rain. One more glance and he felt aroused. But today he made up his mind to teach Ning Wan a lesson, so he restrained his impulse and penned on the paper with his wrist hanging down: “Let’s write a song “Shang Xie”. There are not many words, but it can just show my wife’s never-ending state of mind towards me.”

How could Ning Wan dare to say no? He said intermittently: “Okay…just write evil, woo hoo…”

Following the movements of Zhu Wanyi’s wrist, just after he finished writing the word “upper”, the juice soaked in the tip of the pen slowly soaked into the rice paper, leaving a water mark.

Next, the scholar controlled the tip of the pen and brushed around her hole. Under the strong stimulation, the small nugget that had been hidden had quietly poked its head out, and he used the brush to outline it. Suddenly Ning Wan straightened her toes, and her inner thighs kept trembling. A creepy tingling spread throughout her body, making her feel that every inch of her bones were itching, her lower abdomen contracted, and another large stream of semen came out.

“Ah…it’s so itchy, sir…I can’t stand it anymore.”

“This is how I wrote that I will live forever.”

When the penholder was pushed into the squirming hole under the control of skill, the brush of the pen tip scratched the sensitive inner wall. The stimulation was really life-threatening. She tried hard to shrink the vagina, but could not bite the lubricated pen tip. She could only let the scholar rotate the penholder and trace the twists and turns of the inner wall.

I really can’t stand it anymore, the itching feeling, as shown in the picture, every drop of blood is being eaten by insects and ants, but I still can’t reach out to scratch it.After being filled with juice, she even pulled out the brush, and suddenly the depths of the corridor screamed with emptiness and intolerance. Her brows were springy, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she twisted her body slightly, hoping to get more comfort…

But Zhu Wanyi, who had finished writing half a sentence, turned his pen against the pen and punitively hit the fleshy petals: “Why are you shouting so loudly?”

The hook made his blood boil all over, and his crotch had long been raised high, using his long cloth to hold up an abrupt tent. He didn’t even try to cover it up. He had already written a love poem about winter thunder shaking the summer rain and snow, and after the water stains in front dried up, they also left traces on the rice paper.

A penholder continued to stroke the moist and tight water hole. She was obedient and stopped screaming. Then her teeth sank into her red lips, and a sweet gasp escaped from the end of her nose. It was like feathers scratching deep in her heart, and like a gust of hot wind blowing through her internal organs, making his blood rush and roar, screaming with strong desire.