Finest Servant

At night, the oil lamp was dim, Lin Wanrong felt a fiery ** in her heart, thinking that the beautiful woman sleeping inside was Qiao Qiao's close friend, and this was her boudoir again. He smiled, unconsciously, that The stock ** also reveals some attractive black.

"Try what?" Qiaoqiao asked shyly, her body was sore and weak, and her eldest brother's hands were gently rubbing her body, as if to melt her body.

Lin Wanrong pushed her little jacket away, revealing the fiery red underwear inside, and said softly, "Try to do something interesting—"

"Brother, don't--" Qiaoqiao cried out anxiously, with a sigh of relief, a little trembling in her voice, and some elusive taste that she herself was elusive: "This is Sister Ning's boudoir--"

If it's not her boudoir, I can't do it, we men, don't we all like this? Lin Wanrong felt like a cat scratching in her heart. Damn, cheating is exciting. With a slight push, he took Qiaoqiao Yiyi up, revealing a piece of crystal clear white skin and two trembling pink tender breasts.

Qiaoqiao let out a soft cry, his face was on fire, he buried his head in his elder brother's arms, daring not to look at him. Although it was not the first time that she had been bullied by her eldest brother, it was the first time that she had been exposed naked in front of him like this, not to mention in the embroidery room of her best friend. , dare not raise his head again.

In the dimly lit light, the delicate and delicate skin seemed to be even whiter, the two bright milk beads trembled slightly, and the rosy little mouth was panting slightly open, as if telling something, extremely alluring.

The raging lust in his heart made Lin Wanrong's breathing become more and more rapid. He swallowed hard, my little baby, I was really fascinated. He put more strength on his hands and hugged Qiaoqiao on his knees. Under the shyness of Qiaoqiao, he tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, he didn't dare to open his eyes, and his delicate calves were slightly bent. His knees were in front of Lin Wanrong's crotch, intentionally or unintentionally.

Teasing, this is definitely teasing, Lin Wanrong shouted in his heart, my little baby is teasing me. And it's in another beauty's room. *, the feeling of being a beast is really fucking terrible. Do you want me to be a little more beastly? The idea of ​​eating her in Luo Ning's boudoir is too tempting.

Qiaoqiao's body was hot, her breasts were exposed, and the white skin on her chest was flushed with a faint pink. She had never experienced such a scene before, trembling all over her body and said, "Brother, you are the worst person. Sister Ning woke up and taught her to see, but how to make it?"

Lin Wanrong smiled and said softly, "Little baby, what do you think I want to do? I just have a very pure thought to try something interesting with you."

How could Qiaoqiao dare to answer his words, what he said was pure, in Qiaoqiao's eyes, it was something that a prostitute would not dare to do lightly.

Lin Wanrong gently stroked her chest and said, "Little baby, do you remember the wish you made when I painted the eldest lady last time?"

Qiaoqiao shyly said: "Why don't you remember, I think my elder brother also painted a portrait for Qiaoqiao."

Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously: "Really, big brother?" Under the joy, but he couldn't care to cover the spring light on his chest, the pepper milk trembled slightly, which caused Lin Wanrong to be dry for a while.

He restrained himself with strong stamina and said: "Of course it is true, I want to draw a good painting for my little baby that is timeless and wonderful, and we will never forget it. However, tonight, you can do everything. You have to listen to me."

Qiaoqiao didn't know what the eldest brother had in mind, but she had no intention of resisting in front of him.

Lin Wanrong quickly took out a piece of white paper, then took out the lead and smiled: "Little baby, now I'm going to start, you sit down, don't move."

"Is that so?" Qiaoqiao said in surprise. Her chest is now bare, which is the most shy moment for a woman. How can she be included in the painting.

"That's it." Lin Wanrong kissed her cheek and said, "I want to paint a wonderful painting for my little baby, a good painting that only the two of us can appreciate."

Dong Qiaoqiao is such a well-behaved person, how could he not understand what he meant, his face suddenly became sour, and his whole body became sour. It turned out that the big brother was going to draw what I looked like at this time. Asking me to show my breasts in Sister Ning's room and let him appreciate it is exactly what he said about the ancient times, the splendid and the unforgettable. Only the husband and wife can appreciate this painting.

"Big brother—" Qiaoqiao rushed up in surprise and shyness, she couldn't think of resisting at all, she bit her red lips, and said softly: "Then you move quickly, don't wake up Sister Ning, oops, Shame to death-"

In ancient times, a woman's chastity was as important as her life, but Qiaoqiao did not love him so much that she would never agree to his unreasonable request.

Lin Wanrong's thoughts today were a bit gloomy, but seeing Qiaoqiao being so gentle, she felt grateful. With this painting, he and Qiaoqiao really became one.

Qiaoqiao's chest was bare, her face was shy, and she was worried that Luo Ning would wake up again. Between this shyness and worry, her whole body gradually lost strength, and a charming emotion appeared in her heart, and the spring color gradually reflected on her cheeks.

Lin Wanrong was full of gratitude, full of emotions, and wrote like a fly. After a while, the delicate face of a woman who seemed to be happy and ashamed, and wanted to hide it, was printed on the paper. Luo Yi is half-soaked, hairpins are messy, and the bright milk beads on the chest are just like new cherries, bright and dripping. The whole picture is shy, beautiful, and has a faint taste. It is really a good product to adjust the boudoir taste.

Dong Qiaoqiao is like sitting on pins and needles, but he can't hide his charming mind, his eyes want to look, but he doesn't dare to look, his head is lowered, his face is pale pink, and his bare chest is full of pink, and his slender fingers support him. Her chest is crisp, but her fingers are faintly revealing the creamy fat and Dan Feng's dew.

After Lin Wanrong finished drawing the last stroke, she threw the pen away with a snap, and Qiaoqiao just called out "Big Brother—", but she felt hot all over, and was already embraced by Big Brother into his warm embrace.

Lin Wanrong slowly stroked her back, feeling the smooth feeling of her delicate chest rubbing against her body, lowered her head and kissed her tenderly on her chest, swallowing a mouthful of saliva: "Qiaoqiao, let's go. Let's make a room here-"

Affected by his emotions, Qiaoqiao has long been on the branches in spring, feeling the heat in his body, he has long forgotten where this place is, and Ning made a sound and did not dare to speak.

Lin Wanrong was already on her brain, she touched her pretty butt with both hands, and was about to accomplish something good, but she heard an exclamation from inside: "Brother Lin—"

This cry, like a thunderbolt, suddenly sounded in Lin Wanrong's ear, and he was at the juncture of high interest. This sound almost made him disarm, because he heard that it was Luo Ning's voice. Could it be that Luo Ning woke up? I *, I was so frightened that I almost became impotent, even if it was an affair, I couldn't stand your fright.

Qiaoqiao jumped off him at once, her face flushed red, she hurriedly adjusted her clothes, glanced at him lightly, and said shyly: "Brother, you are dead, Sister Ning saw it, what should I do?"

It doesn't matter if I was seen by Luo Ning, my Qiaoqiao would be at a loss if Luo Ning saw me. Damn, you must find a way to see it back in person. He thought without any consciousness. Turning back and looking behind him, he saw that the door was gently closed, and there was no sign of Luo Ning.

I heard Luo Ning's voice just now, what's going on? Lin Wanrong glanced at Qiaoqiao strangely, and Xiao Nizi's face was red and she said, "It's Sister Ning who is talking in her sleep."

I*, talk in a dream, and call my name too? Also scared Lao Tzu to the point of impotence? Lin Wanrong was secretly ashamed, she wanted to say we should continue, but Qiaoqiao's eyes turned to the painting that was just completed on the table.

Is that the woman who painted her face full of pink and rippling spring love herself? Qiaoqiao lowered her head in shame, but her eyes slid away. The eyes are both shy and happy, such a picture of boudoir will definitely become the sweetest memory of the husband and wife.

In Luo Ning's room, I drew a picture of a spring boudoir for Qiaoqiao, and I will draw another picture for Yushuang in Qiaoqiao's room, and another picture for Qingxuan in Yushuang's room, I *, the blood of the beast is boiling.

The darkness in Lin Wanrong's heart rose, and Qiaoqiao seemed to feel a little bit. She shyly put away the scroll, clutched it tightly in her hand, and entered Lin Wanrong's arms and said: "Brother, Qiaoqiao is yours, You can draw as many pictures as you want."

If I can draw while doing the bridal chamber - just thinking about it, Lin Wanrong feels that she already has a tendency to have nosebleeds. The bridal chamber, the bridal chamber, I want the bridal chamber, he took Qiaoqiao into his arms, and shouted in his heart, I must solve this little girl before going to the capital, not to let my little baby stay in the empty room alone, let alone let the second brother stay in the empty room alone.

Qiaoqiao snuggled in his arms for a while, and said softly, "Brother, let's go in and see Sister Ning. She didn't know what dream she had just now, but she called your name."

"It must be the dream of a prince charming." Lin Wanrong said sternly.

Qiaoqiao covered her little mouth and giggled, and glanced at him, her cheeks that had not yet faded from the spring were stained with a touch of bright red, Lin Wanrong saw her eyes turn green, took her little hand, and said in her ear: "Little baby, Where do you think we are in the bridal chamber?"

Qiao Qiao felt soft all over, and hurriedly ran into the house, Lin Wanrong only heard a coquettish anger in her ear: "Big brother is dead—"

Lin Wanrong laughed and followed her into the house. Luo Ning was lying on the beautiful bed, her eyes were closed, a little bit of sweat was on her forehead, her cheeks were pale with some morbid flushing, and she was extremely weak.

I haven't seen her for a day, how did this girl become like this, Lin Wanrong sighed secretly, and a little pity rose in her heart, even the sin that almost made her impotent, she didn't bother to care about her.