The scorching flame of passion fell with the angry voice of the little goblin, and suddenly burst out from the depths of the body.
His back tightened, and Dongchen felt a pair of soft hands tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and a familiar gasp filled his nose.
The blond hair fell down the undulating chest, and the fiery red lips kissed the neck that was constantly twitching. Although she often joked with Christina, she only paid it lightly, and she couldn't go too far like this.
The sweet, smooth and flexible little tongue slowly swept from the chin to the base of the ear, the teeth gently bit the earlobe, and a breath of hot breath playfully blew into the ear hole. Dongchen trembled all over and his legs became weak.
"Christina, wake up." The remaining trace of reason was replaced by a subconscious call.
"Antique...I..." The confused blue eyes were filled with hope, expectation, love, and a trace of inexplicable lament. Christina struggled to raise her hand, but she couldn't take out the crystal from her chest.
Yuan.
"Help...help me...chest...chest...pocket."
A few simple words exhausted all the energy in her body, and Christina was paralyzed, her whole body pressed on Dongchen's back.
Turning around with difficulty, he hugged the hot and delicate body that was twisting like a snake. His head was slightly tilted forward and he looked at the struggle and desire in Christina's green cat eyes. Dongchen bit off the tip of his tongue hard and slowly stretched out his trembling hand towards her.
Ever-undulating highlands.
A ball of uncontrollable softness entered the palm of his hand, and with a slight flick, Dongchen was so excited that he almost flew out of his soul.
"Campas, why doesn't he fall?" Ai Wei'er, whose whole body was tied tightly with strips of gauze skirt, looked at Dong Chen, who was trembling but not falling down, with a fluttering little heart.
It reached my throat. I don't know whether it was because of fright or excitement, but I shed a fragrant sweat like orchid and musk.
The confused atmosphere in the room became even stronger.
"Antique...Give me..."
The hand that finally exerted some strength was grasped by Christina and guided to move around. Feeling the protrusions on the palm of the hand from time to time, the defense line that Dongchen had finally put up suddenly fell into pieces.
The hidden chain was opened, and two white balls of snow popped out, and the pink cherries swayed in the wind with the trembling of the white rabbit. Christina, who was freed, couldn't help but let out a sigh, like a charming gasp: "Antique... I want...
…”
The beautiful scene that he had fantasized about countless times appeared in front of his eyes, and Dongchen was confused. He had thought that this day would happen, but he never thought that this day would come so suddenly and so strangely.
Christina, who lost consciousness and acted only on primitive instinct, tore at Dongchen's clothes frantically. The two trembling white masses on her chest were like strategic weapons to destroy the world. Her golden hair dripped with fragrant sweat and hung down on her chest, half-covered.
Blocking two protrusions, it adds three points of mysterious temptation out of thin air.
With a cry in his ears, Dongchen took back his scattered soul. He bit his tongue, put the limp Christina on the ground, picked up a scattered crystal and stuffed it into her hand to hold it. Dongchen knew that if he really did this
If anything happens, then he and Christina will be finished.
Turning around suddenly, Dongchen stared at the little goblin dripping with sweat with his eyes boiling with blood, and Dongchen pounced on him ferociously.
"You...what are you going to do?" The watery almond eyes turned in a sultry voice, and the sweet voice refused to stop. The sweat-soaked chest kept rising and falling, exuding endless temptation. The middle of the two snow-white thighs kept rubbing.
, the pink hills and troughs covered by a piece of light gauze are wet and rippled.
"You asked for this." The remaining trace of reason was shattered, and the goblin's frightened cry rang out from the hovering car.
She was terrified!
"Things shouldn't be like this." Ai Wei'er shook her head crazily. According to her assumption, Dongchen should fall down quickly. Humans with energy would simply not be able to touch her. They would touch their own
The only outcome would be violent death.
However, Dongchen obviously broke this common sense.
Feeling the crazy hands tearing at my body, I felt like I was about to leave my clothes completely.
Aiweier cried.
She is the only one who is awake. Although she is also emotionally moved because of Huxiang. But she still has reason, but she would rather faint now.
This is definitely a nightmare for her, a nightmare that she is never willing to face.
"Kara, Kara, help me... help me, hit this bastard to death... hit him to death... Kara..."
The call of Bai Ling's soul usually received no response at all. When the last piece of clothing left her body, Ai Wei'er suddenly remembered the warning from the priest of the tribe: if you cannot guarantee your own safety, do not send yourself out.
.
Ai Wei'er didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now she understands it, but it's too late.
Dongchen quickly took off his own clothes. Compared with the girl's unfamiliar clothes, which could only be pulled forcefully in the end, his own clothes were much easier to take off.
The thick male aura rushed into Qiong's nose. Ai Wei'er looked desperately at the naked man in front of her, looking at his blood-congested human cannon, a pair of apricot tears flowed across her eyes. There was resistance, struggle, and begging in her confused eyes.
, and there was a hint of expectation that she didn't even know she had.
The moon is setting and the crow is crying, a touch of bright red staining the holy white gauze, enough to make any creature cry crazily, as Ai Wei'er's delicate cherry lips open and close.
As a member of the fox tribe, as a product of the creation, it was for the purpose of letting human nobles vent. Regardless of whether Avril is willing or not, her body, her soul, everything about her is blooming at this moment.
Already.
Dongchen was shaking vigorously, just like the ramming car used to hit the city gate in ancient times.
Love the fragrance and cherish the jade? What is that? You don’t need it for this little goblin!
The resentment in her heart that she had been holding back ever since she met this group of orcs was unstoppably unleashed on Ai Wei'er at this moment.
The waving palm made a snapping sound, and the white buttocks were covered with red bloodstains.
Ai Wei'er moaned in pain, her almond-shaped eyes kept turning white, and she felt like her soul was about to be penetrated by the beast in front of her.
"My enemy, if you keep tossing her, she will die."
The flashing silver wristbands surged with light patterns. Christina, who had just regained some sanity, looked at everything in front of her. Her green cat eyes were filled with a layer of complaint, and then she turned into a woman in the midst of Ai Wei'er's life-threatening cry.
For the gentleness of flowing water: "Enemies, come to me."
With a soft murmur, the body of Dongchen, who was moving crazily, tilted, and was pressed down by his plump fair skin.
Christina held his hot chest with both hands, her cat eyes blurred: "Little man, do you know how charming you are?" She looked at the man who was struggling under her and looked at his anxious look, Christina
He smiled with satisfaction: "You belong to me, you know? You are mine, no one is allowed to snatch it from me!"
Plum blossoms bloom, and passion reignites.
It was a crazy night, it was a speechless night, it was a night that many people regretted, and it was also a historic night.
That night, Dongchen felt endless satisfaction and endless madness. He only had a little sense of consciousness, and in the end he only remembered two words: "Brother..."