It's the face of my father-in-law,
And now she is sitting in her father-in-law's arms.
The father-in-law's face is so close, lean forward a little more, and you can kiss it directly.
And in Han Qian's plump buttocks, a familiar and unfamiliar thing was squeezed, right under her plump buttocks.
That thing is getting higher and higher, and its presence is getting stronger and stronger.
Han Qian is not a little daughter-in-law anymore, she knows exactly what it is!
Moreover, she was wearing thin and light today, and the back of her pants was still breathable and skin-friendly, and at this moment she was in contact with her father-in-law's legs at zero distance.
Han Qian's face turned red and she didn't know what to do.
She didn't dare to move, but she couldn't continue like this.
The touch under the buttocks clearly told her that her father-in-law's state was very powerful and eager.
The huge hideous, who was pestling his buttocks, was already panicking, which made Han Qian excited and shy.
Han Qian muttered shyly, and the thing that was holding her up also made her wet instantly.
My husband is different from his father's, and when he usually sits on his husband's lap, it is not so thrilling!
Han Qian really didn't dare to think about it anymore this time.
She said cautiously: "Father-in-law, let me go first." ”
This voice was not so much asking Wang Fu to let go, but rather acting coquettishly.
Wang Fu was even more angry at what she said, and his hands involuntarily hugged her tighter.
Han Qian's palms were sweaty.
She felt that her whole body was attached to her father-in-law's back.
The solid arms, the powerful arms, and the strong hugeness below all impacted her senses.
Han Qian couldn't hold on any longer, she softened into a puddle of mud.
Where did Wang Fu suffer this kind of torture, he had long been ready to go, and now that the beauty was in his arms, how could he still bear it?
He lowered his head and blocked his lips that were thinking about each other.
Wang Fu was like a beast that had been thirsty in the desert for a long time, and it was already unbearable to think about it when there was no water on weekdays, and now it was even more so as soon as he touched Han Qian's lips, he tossed and turned.
Wang Fu was anxious at first, using his big mouth to feel her soft lips and sucking frantically.
However, Han Qian seemed to be frightened by his stormy attack, she could only grit her teeth,
The lips were surprisingly soft, Wang Fu tasted it over and over again, a hundred times and a thousand times, and he couldn't love it enough.
He began to try to attack inside.
But Han Qian couldn't let him succeed anymore.
She struggled and began to writhe, her head swinging back and forth, just to stop Wang Fu from succeeding.
Wang Fu was already a great strength, and Han Qian's little strength was simply vulnerable in her opinion!
Han Qian's struggle made her delicate body swing back and forth in her arms, and writhing like this kept rubbing the power of her crotch.
In order to support her, Wang Fu slowly slid down with one hand and came to her thin waist.
Although through the fabric, the slender waist made Wang Fu's hands tighten.
"No! No! Han Qian struggled, blocking the hand on her waist that was causing trouble.
"Just let me touch it, just touch it," coaxing her, leaning his mouth to her ear, and muttering suicidely.
"Dad misses you, don't blame Dad, you are so beautiful, you have such a good figure, Dad can't help it." His hand slowly swept back and forth from Han Qian's waist.
Because of Han Qian's blocking, his hand couldn't go up, so he began to walk slowly down.
