In his life, he never burst out with such a strong passion, as if he had a crazy end, a degenerate carnival, a destructive self-destruction...
Feng Miaolian was surprised. This was not what he should have. He had just returned. Moreover, she obviously felt that his body was unwell. It was a posture that had been experiencing a long-term illness and had not been completely cured. If he indulged in lust at this time, it would be very
No. She wanted to dissuade him, but there was something in her throat rolling, and she was stammering. She was slightly open and about to roll out, but she had not organized her language yet, and was once again closed by his lips and tongue...
It was a merciless bite, and her whole body was covered with kiss marks... What accompanied it was a stronger attack.
He gasped, as if he had become an indestructible body of Vajra. When she was shocked, she slowly suddenly remembered that she had been separated from him for a long time... From pregnancy to dysfunction, to his expedition...
How many suns and moons have they been? She has almost forgotten the joyful taste.
It would be fine if you don’t know the taste of joy, but how can you allow a young woman in the spring boudoir to suppress her lust by forcibly???
In order to have a spring night, Du Liniang would rather turn into a female ghost than follow her lover every day and let him pick it up every night; let alone a lion after being bloodthirsty.
In her extreme pleasure, she was awakened all the factors of lust that had been hidden for a long time - yes, ****, slut - that was the title they gave her.
Parents, sisters, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, concubines... they all say she is ****.
**** Death deserves death.
However, if there is no **** in this world, how can we show loyal and good wives? If there is no such ****, how can we show their clean and cleanness? Women, not only do we want to thank them
*, instead, they took advantage of the situation in every way. Even if she seduced not their husbands, they still hated the enemy and hated the vixen more than men.
Why is this and why?
Originally, they should have thanked ****, didn’t they?
Feng Miaolian didn't have to think too much, because the wandering hands once again grabbed her firmly, with a violent tendency, and attacked frantically with another side that she had never seen before.