The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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His breath rushed to the surface, soft like the touch of marshmallow. And soon, this gentle touch turned into a fiery shudder.

He stayed in her ear, sucking hard, like a gesture to swallow her into the belly, gentle and overbearing.

She wants to resist, but her body is soft. It seems that she has just absorbed all the strength from his gentleness. She originally extended it to his chest and wanted to push his hands. It was powerless, not like rejection. It seems like an invitation to refuse to welcome, to attract him to continue to deepen...

The illusion turned into two voices, and the mind was not enough. The previous fears and troubles were all forgotten. He whispered, "Whoever pulls you, I don't have it, um, don't..."

The foot is empty, has been picked up by the end of the ink, striding to the inner hall.

As I walked, all the way was scattered messy clothes.

Not yet in the room, the illusion has been peeled off almost, only the chest coat, and pants.

Jimo's big hand hoops are in her waist, and she is not honestly moving. She is tempted to bite him, and she has a lot of claws in the air. It is all in vain and screams all the way.

"Jimoya, you bastard, you let me down, don't tear clothes, I take off myself..."

In exchange for the low-pitched laughter of Jimo, and the last two small clothes were also unrelentingly torn.

"I still come by myself, save you energy, do it for a long time, don't do it for a while... I thought about you for a few months, you know..."

The illusion of blushing is like burning, "Jimo, you are a big wolf, hehe..."

Soon after I came to the dormitory, the illusion was thrown on the big bed and fell into a softness.

Jimo’s own clothes were too late to take off, and they flew up.

The illusion is shameful and hot, and some expectation, snoring, slippery and greasy, a pair of arms wrapped around the neck of Jimo, sharpening him, at this time, where the ink is still needed, she needs to pick her up and hold the softness of her chest. I will not let go.

The phantom sighed and gasped, the waist bowed up, the mouth twirled, the cheeks were hot, the whole body was hot, and the eyes seemed to be dripping with water, and the body was tightly attached to him. body.

Jimo’s breath is sinking, and the darkness of the gods is dark. “Small things, why are you so fast, is it because of our double repair?”

The illusion of the body is shy and numb, the current is fluctuating, and it is hard to say that it is hard to kill. "No, it is my own diligence..."

The hand that Moya played on her chest, pulled out, "Is it really?"

The illusion can not stand, scorning, but if she is so shameful, she will not say it. She will cover her mouth and let him go and pull it out, that is, she will not open her mouth. sound.

The stimuli that the Moya can no longer hold back, first clean up this little thing and say.

I haven't seen it for a few months. Before I was fascinated by the illusion, I was slightly accustomed to his size. It was close to the beginning. As soon as I entered, the illusion would be painful. "No, drink blood..."

Jimo feeds her, panting, and pouting, "I will be drunk one day sooner or later."

"Can people hurt, people are just stunned..." The illusion is beautiful, and the pink face is a little grievance.

PS: Chen Chen is a pure person ~ ~ The above are written in sleepwalking! cough!