Get out of hand

27.I am absolutely loyal

Isaac's hip thrusts increased in strength, his c**k thrusting deeper and deeper.

She grabbed his arms, raised her neck, and moaned: "Oh, brother, I can't take it anymore." Soon, Isaac felt a warm current flowing from his body.

She squirted. He had only been thrusting for a short time, and she was so excited.

Her body was soft and her fingers couldn't lift a bit of strength. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her body, which was red from the orgasm, with an ambiguous look.

He pulled out his wet c**k, and her p***y juice flowed out.

He stood up and picked her up. There was still a blur in her eyes when the orgasm was approaching. He lifted her hips, opened her flesh, and squeezed his c**k in again.

She hugged his neck in panic, panting: "Brother, I'm exhausted."

He placed his hands on her buttocks, lifted them up, and dropped them heavily.

The softness deep in her flower heart pressed against the glans, and he groaned in pleasure.

"You're exhausted, but why are you squeezing so tightly?"

Isaac gave her a completely different feeling after making love.

She used to think he was mature, steady, and abstinent. At this moment, she felt that he was both bad and elegant, with strong hormone secretion.

The thick and long p***s went in and out of the wet and soft hole.

The strength of his hands was heavy. The impact of that sense of power made her p***y more and more wet, dripping down the scrotum onto the bathroom floor.

"Brother, I'm so tired, don't do this anymore." The thin white legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

He turned around and opened the door.

With every step he took, the glans hit the center of the hole once, and the numb feeling swept over her. He put her on the desk, and she exclaimed: "Let's go to the bed, the bed." Isaac looked at the dripping water from the junction, and the corners of his lips raised: "It's too late, you've already wet it."

The pleasure of the body has surpassed everything.

She raised her head, her pink lips opened and closed, and she let out intermittent moans, which were bone-melting and soul-stirring.

He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, swinging his hips and thrusting them forward, his thick and long p***s pushed her v****a outward, and his eyes were filled with lust:

"Good girl, look at your p***y being f****d by your brother, your p***y is turning outward, and your p***y juice is flowing on your exercise book"

He rammed her hard and fiercely, but spoke steadily, and she felt good again, and her p***y juice flowed out. "Ah, don't say it, don't say it"

She reached out to cover his mouth, and he licked her palm with the tip of his tongue, and she withdrew her hand in panic.

The huge glans rubbed the sensitive point of her p***y, and he stared at her flushed face and found it funny: "You are so pure and slutty, who taught you that?"

She suddenly saw the overlapping figures on the wall, and the deep and hot p***s was raging in her p***y. She hugged him tightly, and her breasts rubbed his chest muscles.

Her fingers stroked his waist. She was still thinking about his abdominal muscles and his strength yesterday. Today she really felt it.

His waist is really good, and his kidneys are also good. He was so distracted by her that he leaned over to suck her n****e and nibble on it gently: "Hmm? Who taught you to be so seductive?"

She was hit so hard that her heart was shaking and her vaginal wall was spasming: "No one taught me, ah, I want to pee, no more s*x, ah" He tightened her shaking waist and grinded harder.

After a hundred fierce strokes, he felt the wet heat beside her legs.

He still didn't stop. He grabbed her legs and kissed her fiercely on her lips.

His tongue stirred in her mouth. She whimpered and he f****d her. The sperm gate was unbearable and erupted violently. She hugged him, her body trembling violently.

The lewd water from her v****a flowed down the table to her feet.

He eased for a while and pulled out of her soft v****a.

The wet flower hole spit out more lewd water, which was all over the table. She let him carry her to the bathroom to clean her body. He wrapped her in a bath towel and put on his pants.

He carried her to his room. Perhaps he knew her worries, he said: "Go to bed first, I'll clean you up tomorrow." Lucy's face suddenly became hot.

She seemed to have peed just now and couldn't control it at all. Would he dislike it? She lowered her eyes in annoyance. His fingers caressed her delicate skin: "Go to sleep."

She pinched his waist: "Don't you have anything to say to me?" They talked a lot during s*x, but they were silent after getting out of bed. She couldn't get used to it.

He lifted her up: "Do you want me to improvise an 800-word story about my first night experience?" She wrinkled her nose, her eyelashes fluttered, and turned over: "Go to sleep."

He pulled her back into his arms, closed his eyes, and said in a slow voice: "What message did you send me yesterday? I didn't reply, and you were so angry."

"What?" He pinched her fingers: "You have to make it so clear, right?"

Lucy thought that the obscene words he said in bed were not clear enough.

"I miss you if I send it." She said this with her back to him, feeling much more relaxed.

"Really?" He put his hand on her flat belly, his tone rising, "I thought you were heartless and wouldn't think about me at all."

"Oh."

"When will you change your weird habit?"

He kneaded her breasts unhappily,

"You didn't f**k me hard enough."

She grabbed his hand and gestured: "My hands are so small."

He listened to her changing the subject, angry and amused, grabbed her hand, clasped his fingers together: "Go to sleep."

Don't talk to make him angry.

She squeezed his hand: "Will I get pregnant?" "No." He pulled her closer to his arms, "If I get pregnant, tell my mother that she has a grandson."

"Are you going to piss her off to death?"

The conversation after the joy seemed warm and harmonious, she was a little greedy and didn't want to stop the topic. He tightened his hand around her waist: "Are you going to sleep?"

"You're impatient." Isaac was numb. He just didn't want to discuss the result of something that had no conclusion.

"Why don't we continue to make love?"

He turned over and pressed her down, but she was in tears and looked aggrieved.

He sighed softly: "Now is not the time to make it public.

We are both financially broke. Leaving the family will do more harm than good."

Her tears fell silently. He held her in his arms and kissed her eyelashes: "I give you my absolute loyalty.

My d**k and body are yours."

She hugged his waist and held him tightly. He patted her back gently: "Will you sleep here or here?"

She raised her head, her voice still crying: "You have been doing this for so long, how can I have the energy to go to class?"

Isaac looked embarrassed. It's not okay to do it for a long time. Besides, he is not a pile driver, how can he do this every day.

"Sleep here, your room is too pink, I can't sleep."

"You already have ideas, why are you asking me?"

She raised her little face and questioned.

He lowered his head and kissed her little mouth, sucking her little tongue, kneading her breasts with his warm palms until she was out of breath, and then he was willing to let go.

He led her little hand to between her legs, his erect p***s erect, and said in a scorching voice: "Do you want to sleep?" Her v****a ached, and she pulled back her hand that he was holding: "Sleep."

Lucy was woken up by his kiss, and when she was about to be out of breath, she struggled.

She didn't know that she was grumpy when she woke up.

She almost punched and kicked. He pressed her body, his face darkened, his palms caressed her thin waist, wrapped her lips and kissed her more fiercely.

He hooked his soft tongue wantonly, sucking until the root of her tongue was numb, her brain was deprived of oxygen, she opened her eyes, and pushed: "What are you doing?"

"Change your bad habit of being grumpy when you wake up."

He just called her to get up, and she kicked him, and he was annoyed and amused.

She looked at him in confusion: "What time is it?"

"10 o'clock." She woke up instantly: "Why didn't you call me?"

He groped her crotch, his slender fingers going in and out of her hole, stirring the water sound wantonly.

The wrinkles between his eyebrows calmed down a little, and then he spoke: "I started calling you at 7 o'clock." The soft and charming moan stimulated him, he pulled out his fingers, held the hard c**k against the tender red p***y, and thrust it hard. "Ah, what are you doing?"

He thrust it in once when he woke up, but was pushed away by her ruthlessly.

He lowered his head and kissed her, ignoring her struggle and pumping his c**k wantonly. "What am I doing? f**k you, use your exclusive c**k to f**k my exclusive pussy."

The thick and long p***s ravaged the p***y with a sense of punishment, the glans rubbed the center of the flower, and pressed against the sensitive points.

"Ah, ah, don't, Isaac, you are crazy, your mother will come to me."

She was deeply numb from being penetrated, and her breasts swayed as he pumped. His thin lips pressed against her neck, kissing her closely, thrusting hard and furiously, with a strong desire: "Then let my mom hear how I f**k you and see how slutty you are"

"Ahhh" It must be said that his obscene words acted as a catalyst of lust, stimulating her sensitive body. Her mind was groggy, and she moved her waist to cater to his movements.

Feeling her initiative, he grabbed her waist and attacked fiercely. "Baby, you are sucking your brother again, you little darling who likes to hear slutty words"

Her body became softer and softer, her hands clinging to his neck were soft, and she frowned, delicate.

She was delicate and coquettish, and he couldn't f**k her enough. His Adam's apple rolled, controlling her thin waist, thrusting his hips wildly, and inserting his p***s into her deeply.

She whimpered and moaned: "Oh brother, no brother, go slower, it's too deep, it hurts." It was painful and pleasurable, and she couldn't tell whether it was painful or pleasurable.

The soft and wet passage tightly wrapped around the p***s, and her tailbone was numb.

He sucked and bit her pink n*****s, and said hoarsely: "The good little p***y is squirting again."

The sudden climax and the gushing honey made her mind flash with gorgeous fireworks, her body convulsed and twitched, her v****a sucked the p***s tightly, biting him so hard that he couldn't hold back, and he pressed against her flower heart and ejaculated inside.

Her body was trembling. He squinted his eyes comfortably: "Your room has been cleaned up, get up quickly and change your clothes, go out to eat first, and then go to the science and technology exhibition."

He pulled out his p***s, and she moaned.

"Tired?" She was trembling as he wiped her lower body. He smiled mischievously: "Tired? Don't suck me so hard, you won't be tired."

She closed her eyes and ignored his teasing.

She didn't take the initiative to suck him, and she didn't even know she was sucking him. Isaac got up and took her clothes and threw them on the bed.

She still didn't move. Being hugged by him, she said lazily: "I'm really tired, and my lower body is sore."

He put on her bra, underwear, and skirt. It was a bit funny.

This was the first time he helped someone put on clothes since he was a child.

"Let me check if I f****d you to pieces." He was about to take off her panties, but she stopped him, her face flushed, "Can you talk properly?"

"Oh, then let me see if my p***s hurt your v****a?" Lucy blushed even more, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and the more she spoke, the more she became unruly.

But hearing this, she felt something special. Isaac placed his chin on her shoulder, looked at her in the mirror, and murmured, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not really, just a little sore and swollen." She paused in her brushing, stared into his eyes, and their eyes met, with an ambiguous touch.

Two teenagers, in the period of hormones, can produce a signal of estrus when their eyes meet.

She tilted her head slightly, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

The toothpaste foam in their mouths exchanged, and as they kissed, his hands began to rub her breasts.

If it weren't for Phoebe's voice outside the door, they might have gone out later.

There was foam left at the corners of his mouth, and a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face. He took her mouthwash cup and rinsed his mouth.