7

"You said, I won't hold it for long?" Ye Qingchen stretched out his hand and screwed on the pretty hole tip. "Ok?"

"Um... lasting, uh... lasting... ah... so tired, enough..."

"That's enough?" Ye Qingchen's voice was low and dumb, and his unspeakable surname was charming, but it fell in Xue Xue's ears as if to urge him. "But I think it's not enough, what should I do?"

Although he said so, he pulled out the surname.

The sound of "pop" was abrupt and erotic.

Suddenly, the empty pussy, because of the lack of softness, caused Ye Qingchen to disregard Xue Xue's protest against insisting on getting in with the static armpit mixed with the obscene armpit, and slowly flowed out.

The white color, the fishy smell, and the red and swollen ones being bullied, almost can't see the original petals, all of them stimulate the man's senses.

"Hmm..." Xue Xue rubbed his legs uncomfortably. "Come in..."

"Come in? Who just said it's enough, tired, no more?" Ye Qingchen teased the woman. "Didn't I follow what you meant?"

"Woo, no, don't..."

The man with evil taste, holding on to his soft clapper, poked the trembling little soft bud.

Xue Xue trembled for a while.

The ridicule that had just been suppressed came back again, anxiously and fiercely, and annihilated the human sense.

With slender legs wrapped around the man's thin waist, Xue Xue rubbed against the fierce giant between the man's crotch like a cat in heat.

"Come in." The voice was soft and waxy. "I want you to come in, uh, uh...want, uh..."

Ye Qingchen had no doubt that the woman lying under him was a demon Jing, and she was willing to dedicate her demon Jing if she had to suck up people's quiet blood.

"Hurry up... um... ah--"

Under the urging of the woman, if Ye Qingchen could bear it, he would not be a man.

The spear was lifted and went into a hole.

The sense of fulfillment that was lost and regained made Xue Xue raise his slender neck, letting a black and bright hair drape down, and the white and tender skin that lined him was more delicate and smooth.

"Uh-ah, it's so full...um..."

Xue Xue Fanglang screamed.

Pussy has just been fucked, and the tunnel is full of mud.

Masses of squishy Meirou scrambled around the thick and long pillars, struggling desperately, like hundreds of small mouths were sipping soft things at the same time.

The extremely intense pleasure sprang up from the tail vertebrae, and rushed straight into the forehead, so that Ye Qingchen was almost about to succeed.

Fortunately, his willpower has always been strong, and he paused for a few seconds, until the impulse to stay quiet faded, and then he flicked again.

"Um... so big, uh... it's full, uh..."

Xue Xue's mouth kept moaning, but there was a triumphant smile between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Ye Qingchen just took a look and understood.

"Little scratch, deliberately?"

"Yeah."

Xue Xue snorted, Pussy tightly and softly.

"Well..."

Ye Qingchen only felt that the string called "Sense" in his head was clipped with a pop.

"You asked for this." He said viciously.

When the words fell, Roubang pulled out, and before Xue Xue's complaint, turned her body upside down, forming a shameful posture with her face down and her hips up.

Xue Xue screamed.

"Ye Qingchen, you--"

"What am I?" The man grabbed the pillow and placed it under his flat stomach. "If I don't call you husband today, I won't call you Ye Qingchen!"

As soon as this swear word fell, the stunned woman came back to her senses, Ye Qingchen had already found a good angle, raised her hips and sprinted.

Roubang submerged with roots.

Pulled out again.

"Ah...Ye Qingchen, you...hmm, there...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Holding the sheet tightly with both hands, the pleasure is like the layers of folds on the cloth, twisting Xue Xue's consciousness into a twist that cannot be unraveled. In a daze, he only knows instinctively to ask for it from a man.

Go deeper.

"Little slut..." The soft buttocks of the white flowers swayed restlessly in front of Ye Qingchen's eyes like two pieces of smooth and tender tofu. His eyes were red when he saw it, and he couldn't help but wave his big hand, crisp. "Pop", it was especially clear amid the lustful soft collision. "Whether you twist your butt so much... why do you like being so much?"

Xue Xueke was wronged.

"You, how can you hit someone, oh oh... don't... uh... too bad, ah..."

Xue Xue twisted her ass and wanted to climb forward. Although the bed was big, she was trapped in the small space surrounded by the bedside table in the front and Ye Qingchen in the back, unable to move.

"Bad? How could it be broken?" Ye Qingchen's speed and intensity of piling is unambiguous, and at the same time stretched his big hand forward, calmly found Natou who was standing upright because of no one's pity, and rubbed it hard. . "I love you, don't you just like it?"

"Or, why would you climb into my bed?"

Xue Xue felt something was wrong.

These words reminded her that Xue Ying would be killed directly if he followed the path of the original world.

And the methods Ye Qingchen used to deal with Lin Tong...

Such a man...

"How can you say that, I, uh...I only like you..."