While Widow Hotan was chatting, the conversation came to the child in her arms.

Moji came closer to Widow Tian, ​​touched the little guy's little head, sighed, and said: "Xiaobao is a lucky person, and he can still nurse in his mother's arms at this time."

Since Widow Tian got married, she has also heard old people talk about Moji's childhood. Thinking that he was more pitiful than her own child, a mother's love welled up in her heart. She held the nursing child in one hand.

, the other hand crossed Moji's shoulder, took his head and leaned into his arms.

Moji fell into Widow Tian's arms and touched her waist with one hand from behind. Smelling the scent of milk in his arms, Moji felt dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

His big mouth was licking her breasts.

Widow Tian also felt sorry for him, so she took Moji into her arms. She planned to comfort this little boy who lacked maternal love. But she knew that Moji suddenly lost his head and lifted her breasts like a vegetable patch.

Back and forth.

It has been a long time since a man came to visit her tender arms. Every night, her heart feels like a cat scratching her, and she feels extremely uncomfortable. This feeling is strange. No one is touching her breasts, and her heart is itching; someone is coming.

Arch, my heart feels more itchy. But these two kinds of itching are completely different feelings. The former kind of itching is uncomfortable, especially uncomfortable; the latter kind of itching is also uncomfortable, but it is comfortable and uncomfortable. Just like some people,

You cry when you are in pain, and you cry when you are happy. Can’t you tell that there is an essential difference between these two types of crying?

Moji arched, Widow Tian's whole body was weak, and Widow Tian's breasts were exposed. Widow Tian could only half-lean on the head of the bed.

This young man who lacked maternal love actually wanted to give her a toothpaste in the arms of Widow Tian to recover some losses. When she saw the huge breasts in front of her eyes, how could she let her waste any more? She opened her mouth and took the pink cherry in her mouth.

, the entrance is gentle, and the mouth is filled with a rich milky flavor.

When the pink cherry was held in Moji's mouth, Widow Tian couldn't help but let out a soft "ah", her eyes were blurred, and her whole body was sore and weak. She held Xiaobao in one hand and placed her hand on Moji.

Ji's head was scratching unconsciously. Her posture was very much like a mother breastfeeding two children. But one of the children was indeed a bit too old.

Moji's vanity was greatly satisfied at this time, and he finally found the long-lost little joy of childhood life in the arms of Widow Tian.

Widow Tian was out of breath and almost collapsed. Moji was only focused on gnawing her breasts and didn't seem to be interested in anything else. Could it be that this little kid really wasn't fully developed?

Having reached such a point, how could Widow Tian care about being ashamed? She reached out and touched Moji's crotch, saying, "My good boy," and she couldn't help but feel lustful in her heart. I thought that little Moji was not sensible enough to prepare for it.

Who would have thought that little Moji was already the pillar of the sky, supporting a Mongolian Obo in a bright and beautiful way, and he was just waiting for his younger brother and younger sister to meet each other.

She grabbed Moji's hand and led her into the dark forest. She needed the bone-eroding feeling so much. She trembled and weakly said to him: "Moji, stop sucking, leave some for the little one."

precious."

Moji seemed to have woken up at this time, and quickly released his tight lips and looked at Widow Tian. At this moment, he was panting heavily. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he guessed that she was shy with a pink face and spring-like eyes. He lowered his voice.

The moaning sound came, and the thief hand that had already touched the black forest penetrated deep into the deep canyon without hesitation.

Widow Tian had a spring look on her face. She originally wanted to comfort Mo Ji, who lacked maternal love, but finally got herself involved. The regret in her heart, forget it, let's not talk about it. Now that she is mobilized, the key is to not talk about it.

Ji is not very proactive and always delays her actions. Is it because she has no charm? The group of old and young men in the village teased and seduced her a lot after Zheng Sanbao's death. She still has a certain degree of confidence in her beauty.

Why is Moji not interested in sex?

Touching the top of his thigh again, the tall yurt was still bulging. Widow Tian deftly unzipped the zipper and reached in. The tentacle was a hot and huge banana stick. She stroked the monk's shaved head. Widow Tian felt

My heart beats like a trembling insect. The big iron pestle that I have been dreaming about is now finally in my hand.

When Widow Tian took hold of his dog thing, Moji's heart couldn't help but beat suddenly, and then he felt the pleasure of being fucked up and down. His soul was about to leave his body, he was so excited, so excited

Comfortable. Moji thought to himself: Widow Tian is such a wonderful thing! Educated women can even do this kind of thing better than others. The figure of Gong Lihong could not help but appear in his eyes. This cute little elf now has

Didn't you miss me?

Seeing that his body was derailed, and now his soul was derailed again. Moji looked down on himself sincerely. Either Widow Hotan should practice hard, or it's not too late to call it quits, how could he caress it with his hands?

What is the beauty of a woman thinking about another woman?

In fact, Moji never thought that he would score a hat trick today. It was not because his body couldn't bear it, but because he had obstacles in his heart. He has always advocated men to be romantic but not obscene. Doing this kind of thing is done voluntarily. Damn it.

What is obtained by force is not what men do.

Just when he was still complacent about his noble moral character, Widow Tian was already burning with desire. She put aside her sleeping child, stood up, took off only one layer of clothes, and lay on Moji's body.

. Holding Fa Hai’s head with both hands, he sat down firmly.

No matter how powerful the White Snake is, and the oceans and seas cover the Jinshan Mountains, she can only hold her breath for a while, and Fahai will eventually need to clean up her affairs.

Moji seemed to have foreseen such an ending and accepted it all silently. Xihua Village, this is a paradise for women and a hell for men!!!

In this kind of thing, others are afraid that it will not be their turn, but Moji has a look of helplessness. He has breakfast, lunch and dinner. I wonder if little Moji is satisfied?

After a long time, the moon has already turned to the west.

Moji woke up on Widow Tian's body with a cherry in his mouth.

Widow Tian said with a mix of anger and joy: "Look at how greedy you are, you drank up all Xiaobao's milk."

Moji also smiled "haha" and said: "Sister-in-law Xiuhua, don't talk about me, you yourself have sucked away all the savings I have treasured for sixteen years."

Hearing this, Widow Tian's shy face suddenly turned cold: "You are so skillful in your movements, I wonder which vixen stole all your sixteen years of savings first?"
Chapter completed!