Her slender body was lying horizontally on the desk, and her slender legs were squeezed into by Mo Zhilan, and she could not get together at all.
It is not a forced force, but a true sense of "male~love~female~love". She can accept Zhilan doing whatever she wants to do to her, but...but she can't imagine that he wants to do to her on this table...to her
...
The hot breath was buried between her neck and kissed her sweaty skin carefully.
The clothes that had been torn to the point where he had only left the gauze were suffering for a second time, and under his big palm, they turned into pieces inch by inch.
The belt around her waist was held in his hand.
Feng Xizi, who had just died once, could only lie on the ebony desk, panting heavily, and the dark desk made her delicate body look elegant and pink.
Mo Zhilan's eyes became darker and darker, and the lavender ice yarn tie in his hand was playing with his fingertips.
Suddenly, he bent his lips and smiled—
Feng Xizi looked at the Tsinghua smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Before she could even have time to be fooled, she was grabbed by him. The purple gauze in her hand covered her eyes and tied a knot behind her hair.
"Zhi Lan--" Feng Xizi's eyes were surrounded by purple gauze curtains, hazy, and she could only see Mo Zhilan's silhouette clearly.
Because vision is restricted, the senses become clear in an instant.
He stretched out his long fingers and walked down slightly along her white and tender shoulder lines... until he held her eyes, her body suddenly stiffened.
He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, actually, wants to treat her like this!
"Zhi Lan... Zhi Lan... Don't..." Feng Xizi moaned shyly, unable to imagine what Mo Zhi Lan would do to her next.
Her eyes couldn't see it, but she sensitively noticed Mo Zhilan's burning gaze and fingers, and it fell on the tenderest part between her legs.
Underneath was the cold ebony, and the scorching breath that was getting closer and closer.
The strong stimulation forced her to arch her body, helpless and trembled.
When Feng Xizi thought that there was no more torture in this world than this moment, Mo Zhilan bent down and bit the beautiful flower on her chest.
"Um... no... don't..." She forced herself up and hurriedly tried to take off the purple gauze from her eyes, but was captured by him.
In her senses, his tongue tip was so sensational and stingingly biting her sensitivity.
Evil, shame, and the dying desire to die.
When she trembled and murmured in his arms, he quietly spread her legs. The long and always warm eyes lit up, bursting out flames that could burn everything. It was as wild as a beast that had faded its protective color, urgently
Approaching her legs.
The desire that ignited once again broke into her tenderness when she was intrigued by her feelings!
The strong force made her unable to help but lift her swan-like neck and gasp violently.
The man's roar and the woman's whisper sounded at the same time in this luxurious palace.
The moon rises to the willows, and in the study of Tai Chi Palace, the spring is strong and lasts all night.
The morning light suddenly appears.
The clear sunlight passed through the window frame and slowly shone into the hall.
After the crazy last night, I was in a mess... The knocked inkstones were scattered on the ground, and the memorial books, as well as brushes and rice paper, spread all over the floor.
Satin clothes, silk skirts, yarn pulls, belts, one piece of clothing for men and women, from the bathtub to the desk, and then back to the edge of the bathtub, reflecting the intensity of the "war situation" from the side.
On the huge dragon bed, the silk yarn hung low, covering the room with sunlight.
After a long time, a tender lotus root arm stretched out from inside, brushed the gauze curtain, revealing a beautiful and beautiful face.