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"Is it comfortable?" He Ying asked. "I don't know!" Meng Xin refused to answer, which meant she was very comfortable. He Ying stroked Meng Xin's hair and asked, "Do you miss him during the winter vacation?" Meng Xin nodded, He Ying asked again, "What should we do then?" Meng Xin's face suddenly turned even redder like an apple, and she hesitated for a long time. He Ying knew there must be something strange, so she kept asking repeatedly. If it was Zhou Qiang, he would have probably guessed what she would do, but He Ying naturally didn't know now. Meng Xin was pressed by her, and since she had told He Ying all the things she didn't dare to tell her mother, she just confessed everything. She kept rubbing her fingers together and said, "I... I miss him... and then... I... touch myself..." He Ying laughed dumbly. She had never tried masturbation before, so she couldn't help but look at Meng Xin curiously. Meng Xin knew that He Ying was embarrassing her, so she twisted her body unwillingly. He Ying laughed, and Meng Xin asked her back, "Wouldn't my sister miss my cousin in the south?" He Ying admitted, "Yes!" "Then... then you... you wouldn't... you wouldn't..." She asked hesitantly. "No, I really wouldn't." He Ying said, "Otherwise you can teach me." "You... you are laughing at me again." Meng Xin pouted. "I dare not! I dare not!" He Ying said, "I'm serious." "Really?" Meng Xin was very suspicious. He Ying knelt upright on the bed and bowed deeply: "Teacher Xiao Xin, please accept my student's greetings." Meng Xin felt awkward. How could he teach this... how could he teach this? He Ying sat cross-legged on the left side of Meng Xin. She was already bare-chested, so she took a breath and asked: "Where do you start?" Meng Xin saw that she really wanted to learn, so he thought, "Come on!" He took off his new bra, covered her breasts with both hands, and told He Ying: "It's the same at first, rub around the breasts first." He then began to press and rub gently. He Ying followed suit and rubbed her own breasts. Meng Xin was indeed very experienced, and her stroking movements were skillful and rhythmic. Soon, she squinted her eyes and blushed, and it was obvious that she had begun to react. He Ying couldn't do it anymore, she was out of tune and didn't feel anything. She was helpless, so she asked Meng Xin for advice. Meng Xin's breathing was a little heavy, and she suggested: "You... just think about your cousin in your heart... want your cousin to be intimate with you..." He Ying thought it made sense, so she tried it, but after touching for a long time, she was still indifferent. Strangely enough, He Ying was obviously very easily aroused. When Zhou Qiang teased her a little, she couldn't control herself in a short time. She was full of passion, and it was the same for other men, even when her roommate touched her. After a few touches, she was overwhelmed and unbearable. But she didn't feel the love from him. Then she looked at Meng Xin, who was already unable to hold on. Her waist gradually softened and she lay on her back on the bed. Her two legs were hooked and pressed under her thighs. Of course, her little ** was swollen like a hill, and her thighs could not be close together. He Ying saw that there were some wet stains on the bottom of her white and blue-dotted briefs. He Ying Since it was futile, it seemed that she lacked talent, so it was better not to learn. Meng Xin was just starting to get good results, so he sat a little closer to her to watch. Meng Xin just lifted up her breasts and pinched them with her thumb and index finger. He Ying was naughty and rubbed her left nipple that was pinched with the palm of her hand. How could Meng Xin bear it? He moaned softly, "Hmm... Hmm..."
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