Excellent little farmer

As soon as I followed Kou Ling, whose back was particularly attractive, I walked into the room and closed the door...

When I woke up under the sunshine in the morning, I looked at the graceful body lying on its side in front of me with some fascination. Is this my favorite in high school? It is said that some things are best only when they remain in memory. I wonder if this is a kind of comfort that can only be said to be sour grapes?

I think it is absolutely so. Fortunately, I did not listen to that ridiculous fallacy and leave a regret in my memory.

Kou Ling's figure is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women's bodies I have ever seen. If there must be someone to compare with, perhaps only Cheng Ruolin's body can compare.

Although Zhu Yueyin's body is slender and more muscular, she is still a twenty-three-year-old girl after all, and she lacks some maturity. She may be able to surpass the voluptuous charm of women given time. As for Cheng Ruolin, she is a little shorter than Kou Ling. And Kou Ling lying on her side is like a sleeping Aphrodite, completely in the most perfect golden ratio.

The annoying beep of the mobile phone still interrupted my work of appreciating the art. Kou Ling also woke up from her sleep and saw that I was propping up my body to admire her body. Not only did she not hide it shyly, but Proudly puffing up her breasts and raising her plump buttocks so that her lover can see them more clearly.

I sighed while answering the phone, caressing Kou Ling's erect breasts with my hands, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Dong."

"Oh! Is the discussion over? How's it going?"

There was a hint of nervousness that could not be concealed in my calm voice. Kou Ling realized that her lover might have some important work, so she stopped her visual temptation towards me, and just pressed her body closer to hers, especially her buttocks. It squeezed my lower body even more tightly.

"It's passed, it's confirmed? When will you report it to the department? Why not report it tomorrow? Oh! I'm a little confused. Why did I forget that tomorrow is Saturday?"