Qiucao remained motionless, staring blankly at the dark dungeon, with nothing in her unfocused eyes...
There is only pain.
Mu Zhaozhang did not look at her expression, and stared closely at the unhidden dress outside the aisle, and continued to coax and threaten Qiucao in her ears, "I remember Concubine Lin is more enthusiastic than you.
No matter what request I made, she would do it. It’s a pity that Concubine Lin became pregnant overnight, otherwise I wouldn’t have had to come to you, a woman who was used by King Mu..."
Snap!
A clear voice sounded, and Qiucao used all her strength to slap Mu Zhaochu hard.[
The unprepared Mu Zhaozhen was hit and turned her head away, and five-finger palm prints quickly appeared on her fair face. He slowly turned his head and looked at her face full of tears. He was slightly startled, and pity flashed in his eyes.
And it passed by so fast that no one had time to catch it.
"Mu Zhaozhen! Don't force me to hate you!"
"Hate me?" He glanced out of the prison without leaving any trace. Mu Zhaoxu's handsome face twisted ferociously, his devilish eyes stared at her, and he sneered sarcastically: "The queen thought I would care about you.
Hate?"
As he spoke, he lifted up his robe, pressed down his hard-as-iron body, and pushed his burning desire heavily into her softness...
She cried silently, and her heart ached like a knife.
He turned his eyes away from the tears on her face, swung his waist and urged her arbitrarily.
The two have not been so close for nearly two months. Her tightness and tenderness almost drove Mu Zhaozhen crazy. He didn't care if there was a sly woman outside hiding and eavesdropping, and allowed himself to be immersed in desire, flattering her.
Holding her round buttocks, he thrust rapidly, hitting hard the most sensitive depths of her vagina with every stroke.
Countless sparks exploded in his body, and his mind went blank. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust her waist forward several times, injecting all the burning heat into her depths.
After the passion, he lay on her body and took a breath for a while, then raised his head and kissed her red lips, lingering and kissing her tightly. After tossing and turning for a long time, he reluctantly let go, got up, grabbed the baggage on the ground and threw it to her.
In front of me, I arranged my robes and said, "Put on your clothes. I don't want to hold a woman who is lifeless due to the cold tomorrow."