Overturn the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 92

Yin Shuang Shuang bit her lips and frowned. She knew his stamina. He had just orgasmed, and it would be too difficult to let him have a second orgasm so quickly… But it was not a solution to hold on forever, and she couldn't be more patient with him.

She exhaled, took the molded meat stick, and put the meat stick in front of her small hole in the mirror. The glans swirled for a while with the white turbidity at the mouth of the small hole, then moved to one side of her breast and slowly circled the glans. Gradually approaching the nipple.

Her small nipples were stained with semen. With her other hand, Yin Shuang Shuang held up her other tits, looked straight at Du Sheng in the mirror, and then stretched out her tongue and licked her nipples. Sure enough, Du Sheng's breathing became a bit heavier, and the stick pressed against her back quickly became hard again, pressing against her butt.

Du Sheng also put one of his hands on her other breast, his fingers tightly plunged into the milky flesh, and his index finger pressed against her nipple to tease.

Yin Shuang Shuang showed him a wild smile, holding the mold meat stick upside down in both hands and licking the meat stick upside down from the root to the top. The tip of the tongue swirled over the horse's eyes, then closed her lips, gently held the front end of the glans, opened and closed, and finally swallowed half of the mold meat stick.

The two lips were held tight by the size of the mold of the meat stick and became thin. Du Sheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He used to think that this action was difficult to do well, but now she did it. It was unexpectedly provocative and sexy.

Winking like silk, with a provocative look in her eyes, She swallowed the mold meat stick stained with his semen. Du Sheng had been tempted by her, and he knew the taste of her oral skill. Faintly, he began to feel that he had brought it up. This game is not fun at all.

He said dumbly: "I'm talking about masturbation, not just with meat sticks."

Yin Shuang Shuang spit out the meat stick, the part that was swallowed was wet and shiny, and her voice was hoarse with desire. She said, "Eating your mold meat stuck upside down while being watched by you, I feel that my lewd water has been flowing. If you don't believe me, touch it …."

Du Sheng raised his eyebrows. Okay, you even learned teasing words?

"If you let me touch it, I don't know if you can stand it.

Yin Shuang Shuang was a little flustered for a moment, lowered her eyelids, and pretended to contain the mold meat stick. Then she put the mold meat stick back at the mouth of her small hole below, holding the soft, tender meat.

Du Sheng couldn't help laughing out loud and kissed her cheek.

"Shuang Shuang is so cute!"

"Oh, come on!" Yin Shuang Shuang turned away from him in displeasure. The atmosphere was destroyed by him just now. How can she continue now!"

"Go on, you see, my meat stick is so hard."

"Then you quickly insert yours in."

"Isn't it about to be inserted now?" He said that to the molded meat stick.

Just when Yin Shuang Shuang couldn't keep up, Du Sheng held her hand and pushed his molded meat stick into the small hole little by little, looking at the expression on her face for a moment with his eyes.

Yin Shuang Shuang bit her lower lip, and the small hole that was once again opened by Du Sheng mold meat stick became extremely soft. Her pussy had just been inserted by a real thing, but now it was inserted by mold.

She felt that it was different… No matter how similar it was, it was still different… The molded meat stick was made without Du Sheng's body heat and his bright and unabashed desire. Still, she felt extremely excited now because he was raping her with his eyes.

Noticing that Yin Shuang Shuang began to slowly twitch the mold, Du Sheng also let go of his hand, but his hand was reluctant to leave. He gently touched the thin labia that were supported by the insertion of the mold. Yin Shuang Shuang couldn't help trembling and looked at him in the mirror.

A smile broke out at the corner of Du Sheng's mouth, "Go on."

She looked at him in the mirror, and the slow speed of her thrusting matched the speed of his stroking her pussy. The more lewd water flowed, and a small pool of lewd water began to accumulate under her body. She gasped uncontrollably, her breasts were rippling, and the frequency of Du Sheng's cock beating on her back was getting higher and higher.

Yin Shuang Shuang couldn't hold it anymore. She raised her head and fell on his chest, and the speed of thrusting in her hands also accelerated a lot. Du Sheng kissed her fiercely, holding her clitoris in one hand and rubbing her palms with the other. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. He pulled out the fake meat stick in her pussy, hugged her off the sofa table, and let her lie on top, holding his meat stick that just wanted to go on a rampage in her tight pussy pounded it in.

"Ah…ah… it's too fast…the orgasm will be coming soon!"

Du Sheng ignored her, just burying his head and working hard, sweat splattered on his already sweaty back with a strong impact.

"Huh… ahh ahh… you bastard… Slow down, slow down…"

Du Sheng kept pulling out half his meat stick like piling and then plunged deep into the muddy hole.

Yin Shuang Shuang only felt that her little pussy was so hot that it seemed like her whole body was about to melt. Her sanity began to blur, leaving only the most instinctive pleasure, "Ah…ah…ah…ahhhhh."

When she climaxed, Du Sheng stopped his movements, waiting for the supreme pleasure of the meat stick being tightened to pass. He pursed his lips tightly and endured it.

Until her tight body finally relaxed, Du Sheng began to thrust again. The body that had just had an orgasm couldn't help but tighten again, and she pulled Du Sheng's big palm firmly and bit it. This time, Du Sheng finally spilled the hot semen into her body.

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