362. The Seven Lingering Nights of the Scum Girl 5
Therefore, the pushing hands seemed to have become a kind of desire to refuse and welcome...
Unexpectedly, it turns out that the difference between being strong and being strong is so big. [】
It was clearly the coldness of snowflakes flying, but a thin layer of sweat oozed out from her forehead...
The war between the two has just begun...
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The fox fur mixed with messy clothes.
The small dark room has a surprisingly clean and ambiguous feeling. Even the air leaks in the past have been repaired, and a small window is blocked by flying snowflakes...
Because it is cold and the dawn is always late.
In the past, it was already the time for morning court, but this was the long holiday after the great victory. His Majesty announced seven days of holiday, so that everyone could spend a happy Golden Week in the snowy season.
At this time, no one wanted to go out.
On a stormy night, I always roast the fire at home, enjoy the fun, and the beauty is mellow wine...
So, the cabin is half bright and half dark, just like the morning will never come again... This is exactly the desire of the man who is sweating all over...
Long-term depression, like a mountain torrent.
The soft arms in his arms were like the water grass of a banshee, tightly entangling him... In this life, he didn't have many women, especially this year, he had almost never had any other women... in his mind
, In the body and soul... only this unique taste is left...
Darkness is charming, indulgence is fascinating, the fragrance of midnight roses is like an addictive poison... After thousands of sails, the beauty circulates around, the beautiful ones are more beautiful than her, the richer than her, the nobler than her, and the generous ones are more generous than her
, purer, simple and lovely than her, charming, slim and mature than her... But they are not as good as her.
Not as good as this goblin who made him almost crazy in the darkness.
In the sweat of water, he suddenly turned her body hard... That posture was exactly the way she was confused by him - the female devil holding a stick and absent medicine, awkward, I don't know what to do
Good female devil... Such a bad kid, I don't know anything, but I can be so bad...
Her skin was suddenly exposed to the cold air, and she exclaimed, but the next moment she was already hugged in her arms, like a puppet without any control, letting her go up and down, just like a piece of driftwood had been abandoned by
It drifted into the water, and from then on, I came and went, and I could never accept any transfer again, and I would never have a day to dock...