[R18] Looking for her in the crowd – “Looking for her in the crowd” Chapter 9 [English]

Chapter 8

Rong Chen was the flower thief. He reached out with his slender fingers. The place he touched was soft and slippery, soft and boneless, as light and fragile as a flower. However, how could a delicate flower compare to the jade dew of spring love?

The thing under the crotch has already held up the brocade robe with dark patterns of clouds and dragons. The battle cannot be ignored. He holds his head high and screams for release. Rong Chen grits his silver teeth, lifts the robe, and takes off the silk panties. Jiang Rongrong closed her eyes tightly the moment she saw he lift the robe, not daring to look at the bad woman’s innocent thing between the man’s legs.

Rong Chen smiled faintly, like a banished immortal in the ninth heaven. The next moment, he opened the beauty’s mouth and stuffed the underpants with a strong masculine smell into her slightly open mouth!

When he did this, he was also very elegant, as if he was playing the harp to the moon by the mountain stream, or leaning on the smoke cage and reading ancient books. Who would have thought that Mr. Rong, in the clear moonlight, was stuffing his underpants into the mouth of the beauty?

Jiang Rongrong was filled to the brim with the man’s masculine scent. She couldn’t help but couldn’t get away. Her little mouth had been kissed, and now she was being humiliated like this again. Her soft breasts had just been rubbed and played with by Rong Chen. There were still red traces in the ravine in the middle. The upright dogwood was swollen by Rong Chen’s pinching and sucking. It bloomed in the warm spring room.

Looking at Jiang Rongrong’s peach-shaped mouth and cheeks bulging out from the obscene trousers filled with her own scent, she wanted to resist but couldn’t. It was so cute. Rong Chen couldn’t help but feel affection in his heart. He leaned down and kissed her small nose, then turned to look for her in the Taoyuan Valley.

Looking from Jiang Rongrong’s point of view, all she could see was her black hair hanging loosely, and her smooth side face touching her most embarrassing part from time to time…

Rong Chen stretched out his hand to explore, but he didn’t know that the Jiaojiao beneath him was already in love. He had just kissed her fiercely, and the flower dew quietly flowed out. He peeled open the tight jade door, and wrapped the flower beads on it with the closed shell flesh.Rong Chen pinched the small clitoris and rolled it between his fingers and petted it. After a while, he played with the flower bead and shyly raised his head. The man bowed his head and took it in his mouth. The flower bead was soft and yet hard, delicate and small, which attracted the man to suck and rub it carefully. His big tongue gradually explored and searched for it. He dived into the spring pool, stirred the spring water in the river, and sucked it hard, like fine wine dew into his throat.

Rong Chen sighed happily, stretched out his hand and patted his naked buttocks gently, and ordered vaguely:

“Please write more if you like.”

He is used to being in high positions, and his indifferent voice actually carries a hint of the coercion of a prince.

The body reacted before the heart, and Jiang Rongrong was really relieved by this sudden order.A row of shell teeth in the mouth tightly bites the evildoer’s trousers between the legs, as if he wants to eat him alive.She lived to be 15 years old, and she had never been in jail like this before. What did he think of her?A singing girl in a brothel or a fan of Goulan?He said such obscene words so naturally!

After Rong Chen drank all the wetness in his tender pussy, he raised his strong and slender body to cover Jiaojiao, and whispered in Jiang Rongrong’s ear:

“When I was young, I heard Grand Master Qi recite a poem. Do you want to hear it?”

Don’t want to!

The angry eyes are bound to poke a hole in him!

Rong Chen held down her restless and beautiful face, making her eyes full of “he”.

“Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.”

I thought it was some obscene poem, why did this pervert suddenly say this?

Rong Chen patiently answered her questions: “The flowers below are more delicate than the cardamom flowers in February.”

Reminiscent of the blooming cardamom in the back garden of her house, Jiang Rong’s face turned red after she realized what she was doing, and she knew that this man and dog couldn’t spit out ivory from his mouth!