Chapter 441

Zhang Yaoqiang whispered in her ear: "you don't talk. My brother will have a way. They don't know how to do it."

Yang liu'er was silent.

Zhang Yaoqiang naturally put his hand into her skirt from one side and stroked her across the small inner wall.

Although Yang liu'er was reborn, he had done it before. He felt it for him and was very sensitive. He lowered his head and covered his mouth to prevent himself from calling out.

Sitting on the right side of Zhang Yaoqiang, Dong Yuyao clearly saw that his hand reached into Yang liuer's skirt and kept wriggling in the dark. Yang liuer's face was obviously different.

She looked at them in silence, shaking with the carriage, and thought, "this brother is too exaggerated to want to do that here! I'll see how you take off your clothes He must have really kissed me that night. If it was an illusion, how could he really wet his lips! Annoying guy, I've been attacked for a long time and pretended to be my brother! Even if I can't leave you, so what! I won't let you succeed easily... "

Yang Yuhuan on the left also saw Zhang Yaoqiang's invasion of Yang liuer. She felt very exciting and could not help itching. She had a bold imagination. If six people were in the car, with the swing of the carriage, it would be good to walk and play all the way, so she could not help showing a charming smile on her face.

Zhang Yaoqiang thought the same way in his heart. He felt her thoughts from a close distance, but he was so beautiful in his heart. Taking advantage of the bad road, the carriage was bumpy, and the people were staggering. He quickly untied his belt, covered their bodies with a willow skirt, stepped down her little inner part, and let her tender buttocks directly press on him, rubbing with the bumpy carriage.

Willow son can't help but a Jiao Yin, lowered his head to go, the beauty with his friction, soon wet.

Although Dong Yuyao was sitting beside her, covered by her skirt, she could not see anything, but saw that Yang liuer's face seemed to be redder.

Zhang Yaoqiang kept rubbing the willow, looked at the five beauties' faces in turn, and said, "it's boring to sit like this! Why don't we take turns telling stories! First of all, it happened during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. There was a beautiful woman named Nie Xiaoqian who followed his father on a long journey and unfortunately died in a foreign land. His father buried her bones under a thousand year old tree near an ancient temple called lanruo temple... "

The six little beauties were attracted by his story and looked at him silently. He took advantage of a violent bump in the carriage and the moment when Yang liuer's body left him, he rushed into her small flower bud nimbly and skillfully, and repaired her tears in an instant. She didn't feel pain, and he kept telling exciting stories in his mouth.

Yang liu'er was so fascinated that she didn't feel that he went in. When he magnified, she stretched and swayed her head, she could not help but sing twice, but she quickly covered up and said: "Xiao Qian is so pitiful! Mm-hmm... "

Five beauties all have the same feeling. They look at Zhang Yaoqiang with red eyes and listen to him. They don't know that he has been tossing about in yangliuer's body.

Zhang Yaoqiang felt the comfort Yang liuer had brought him, and he told them stories without changing his face. Nie Xiaoqian told them for nearly an hour, and all the six beauties were moved to cry.

Yang liu'er cried the most fiercely because she wanted to die. At last, she couldn't stand it any more. She grabbed Zhang Yaoqiang's lap and reminded him that he couldn't do it.

Zhang Yaoqiang hasn't released yet, but he still stops, hides his body under his long shirt, looks at Yang Yuhuan and says, "Yuhuan, I'll hold you! You see, Liu Er is tired to hold me. "

Yang Yuhuan really didn't know that Yang liuer was too tired for him, but she was really tired. She didn't understand how they did it, so she got up and changed her position with Yang liuer.

Zhang Yaoqiang hugged Yang Yuhuan. As soon as she sat down, he quickly stepped back from her inner room, lifted her skirt, threw it into her body and said, "it's time for Yuyao to tell a story."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at Dong Yuyao.

Dong Yuyao looked at the crowd and said with a shy smile, "where can I tell a story! Brother, please tell me! I want to hear your story

Murong Qian also said: "yes! Let's talk about it! We don't have any stories! "

Bai ruoping and Zhang Xueqing also agreed.

Zhang Yaoqiang controlled his artifact, continued to toss in Yang Yuhuan's body, and said with a smile, "OK! Brother, I'll tell you a longer story. It's called the legend of archery heroes. It's said that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Niujia village... "

Yang Yuhuan always covered his fragrant lips with one hand to stop him from crying out. He really admired Zhang Yaoqiang for being able to do such a beautiful thing.

In this way, while telling stories, Zhang Yaoqiang did beautiful things. For more than half an hour, he took turns to replace Bai ruoping, Murong Qian and Zhang Xueqing, and finally Dong Yuyao was left.

When Zhang Yaoqiang saw that Zhang Xueqing in his arms was satisfied again, he stopped telling stories, looked at Dong Yuyao and said, "Yuyao, everyone takes turns holding, now it's your turn."

Where does Dong Yuyao know that they are doing it in turn! Seeing that they were all hugged by Zhang Yaoqiang and exhausted, it was hard for them to refuse! Had to get up to replace Zhang Xueqing.Of course, Zhang Yaoqiang can't take off his pants directly for her. He just let her feel that he was rubbing in her beauty through her dress. But he didn't look at her expression at all and told them the story of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

After all, Dong Yuyao was young. She was fascinated by the story. She felt his teasing and didn't care. Unconsciously, she gave him an instinctive response.

Zhang Yaoqiang's hand also slowly intruded into her skirt and stroked her through the little neinei, but all of them were accompanied by the shaking of the carriage and tickled rhythmically.

Dong Yuyao began to feel his hand touching her, but listening to his endless story telling, she didn't seem to pay any attention to her. She didn't feel like touching her on purpose. What's more, she felt very comfortable, so she acquiesced, and her main energy was listening to his story telling.

Zhang Yaoqiang felt her natural needs with his fingers, and kept talking. The wonderful scenes were also when the carriage was bumpy, he quickly stepped down her small inner room, and then quickly achieved his goal, and instantly repaired the damage to her, and then expanded freely.

Dong Yuyao clearly felt that he had been invaded, but he was still telling stories. There was nothing unusual about it. In addition, his artifact could stretch itself and shake its head. It was impossible.

So she couldn't help thinking that it was an illusion. It was all her own imagination. Soon her sober mind became turbid by the lust for immortality and death again and again. She just wanted to get more, and she couldn't help singing it out.

All the five beauties knew that she was enjoying Zhang Yaoqiang's artifact, but they had just enjoyed it. No one moved his voice and color, and they still listened to Zhang Yaoqiang's story with relish.