[R18] Looking for her in the crowd – “Looking for her in the crowd” Chapter 42 [English]

Chapter 41

After a long time, Rong Chen finally suppressed the desire, but never let go of the woman in his arms. The two of them sat on a high branch. Jiang Rongrong listened to Rong Chen mention the interesting stories of his childhood travels, and would add a few words if he was interested. After going back and forth, a long time passed unknowingly.

It wasn’t until the sun set and the moon rose, stars filled the sky, and the cool night wind blew the leaves beside her spinning around, falling to the ground, and playfully blowing up Jiang Rongrong’s black hair and moon-white skirt, that she had the idea of ​​returning home.

Tayue has been obediently waiting for the two masters. He also likes the scenery here. Just now, a little butterfly flew over and played with it for a while. When he saw Rong Chen and Jiang Rongrong approaching, he immediately ran over and surrounded the gentle mistress and murmured happily.

“I have trained it for three months, but it can’t be compared to riding it for an hour?” Fortunately, this horse is a female, otherwise he should seriously consider whether to get a new one.

Jiang Rongrong laughed at the prince for being so small-minded. The man grabbed him and tickled her for a long time, making her cry and beg for mercy before she gave up.

Immediately, Rong Chen hugged him onto the horse without any refusal, and he quickly climbed onto the horse. In the dim moonlight, the two of them rode a horse together and rode back on the moon.

“Ah…”

In the Tai Chi Palace, the sweet cries that echoed every night sounded again, and the breeze blew through the curtains embroidered with golden phoenixes, blowing all over the place.

The huge penis penetrated the wet and muddy flower grotto, causing Jiang Rongrong’s delicate body to tremble slightly and her last voice to rise.

Rong Chen pressed her in the most traditional posture, clasping her waist with one hand to stabilize her and preventing her from escaping at all. The other hand skillfully rubbed the soft breasts on her chest and played with the dogwood at the top, so that she could quickly stand upright into his favorite look.

Between going in and out, you can see that the originally clean and pink meat rod has lost its greenness due to the recent many times of love and has become a ferocious black and purple color. In contrast to the narrow spring hole and the delicate flower lips, it looks even more thick and terrifying.

Jiang Rongrong was pushed into the womb again by he, and the small cervix was rushed in by the arrogant glans. She lingered for a moment as if enjoying it, then pulled out and thrust in again, as if a red-hot iron was inserted straight in, forcing her to imprint he’s figure into her body and her empty heart.

“Nongnong, who am I?”

Rong Chen, who moved his lower body quickly, stared at Jiang Rongrong with burning eyes and suddenly asked.

Jiang Rongrong was in the mist of being fucked, and her juices were splashing everywhere. How could she think of the meaning behind the man’s words?

I wanted to ignore he, but he seemed to want to hear his answer. He leaned close to her ear and asked again bewitchingly:

“Say, who am I?”

Jiang Rongrong had no choice but to endure the strong pounding on her lower body. She opened her little cherry mouth with difficulty and pieced together two words from the broken moan. Although it was very quiet, Rong Chen heard it clearly: “…Rong… Chen…”

He seemed to be very satisfied with the answer he heard. When his thin lips covered her, it was no longer the attack of the storm, but the gentleness of the spring rain in March.

Lifting her uvula and lingering with it, every inch of the tender wall in her mouth was licked by him meticulously, and her teeth gently bit her plump lower lip, as if she had eaten the sweetest snack. She wanted to swallow it in one bite, but was reluctant to let it go, so she chewed slowly and tasted it carefully. Soon, Jiang Rongrong’s lower lip was bitten by he until it was red and swollen, making her delicate and delicate.

Rong Chen finally let go of her red lips, and his fingers lingered on her red cheeks.

“Thick,” the affectionate gaze was undisguised, clinging to her eyes.

“It will only be my Nongneng forever, right?” It forced her to look at her, unable to escape.

Jiang Rongrong looked at the he above and remained silent for a long time. Finally, she said in a low voice, “I’m already married to you.”

Rong Chen held the small face that always captured He’s heart and soul, and put it against her forehead: “Yes, you are already married to me.” After saying that, as if to prove himself, he repeated: “You are already married to me.”