Director's growth history

151. Drunk, Drunk (6)

Fang Shicheng, who had been lying quietly all this time, suddenly yelled: "I want you now!" As he spoke, he firmly held Dong Mei's arm with one hand, and dragged Dong Mei to his chest. forward. 【*】Dong Mei never expected that Fang Shicheng would pull herself onto the bed, and pull herself and Fang Shicheng chest-to-chest, face-to-face with a lot of strength, and her two breasts were so strong by Fang Shicheng flattened by the pectoral muscles.Dong Mei felt her face heat up and her heart beat fast suddenly, a little ashamed and a little expectant, as if things should happen and progress like this.

Dong Mei's lips were quickly found by Fang Shicheng's lips. Although Dong Mei was passive, she did not refuse.She opened her white teeth, and Fang Shicheng's tongue slipped into Dong Mei's mouth like a snake.Dong Mei suddenly had a convulsion. It turned out that Fang Shicheng's hand had already touched her back. What was worse, she felt that she was suddenly dragged onto the bed completely by two powerful hands, and her whole body was pressed down. Fang Shicheng's body.Fang Shicheng pulled and tugged with one hand, oh my god, the thin quilt that separated the two of them rolled aside, making the two of them almost in direct contact.This "hateful" Fang Shicheng's hand actually lifted the skirt of his clothes and stretched in from the back waist.The moment that "hateful" hand touched her skin, Dong Mei felt her whole body go limp.How many times have I seen this man in my dream, how many times have I been touched by this man in my dream, has it become a reality now?Dong Mei knew that she shouldn't think this way, after all, she was a divorced person, after all, Fang Shicheng was 8 years old, but Fang Shicheng's talent, Fang Shicheng's dedication still made Dong Mei daydream under the lonely lamp and on the empty bed from time to time After each fantasy, Dong Mei was surprised to find that her lower body was wet.

Fang Shicheng's hands kept sliding, from the back of the waist, to the back, to the front abdomen, and then up.Every time she moved, Dong Mei felt warm, comfortable, shy, and looking forward to it.Ah, his hand is still up, does he want to touch my milk?Dong Mei's heart was a little flustered, but it was inexplicably covered up by another thought - hurry up, hurry up and touch my tits.