"It turns out it was you just now. Who did I think had such deep hatred for me? We have always been a cooperative relationship?"
Feng Fujiwara suddenly smiled: "It seems that you have no interest in my arrival at all."
"It's not that there are no surprises, but it's not that big of a surprise. I'm very curious and surprised about your appearance. My friend Dibu didn't know that I'm back, but you, an enemy, actually know about it?" Meng Xiaoan knew that she was here to kill him.
But there is also an exciting feeling. Talking like this with the woman who wants to kill him, the two of them seem to be playing a game.
"Meng Xiaoan, you are very powerful and a good opponent!" Fujiwara Shindao, "Why don't you kill that bastard Huang Gong?"
Meng Xiaoan laughed and said, "I can't kill her. It seems that you have a grudge against her. Of course, your skills in bed are also very good. I miss our coquettishness in bed together!"
"Really? I don't miss your coquettishness towards me. I wish I could eat your meat and tear out your muscles!" Fujiwara said in a cold voice.
"Maybe, but women have always been duplicitous. What do you think of my right to remain silent on this point?" Meng Xiaoan said with a faint smile.
Fujiwara said gently and teasingly: "Oh, maybe you want to try it!"
"Now? I'm afraid you'll kill me in bed!" Meng Xiaoan pretended to be scared, "I don't want to die in bed."
"Of course I have to kill you. Meeting a prey like you is exactly what I dream of!" As soon as Feng Fujiwara finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his knife and slashed at Meng Xiaoan. This change happened too fast.
Even martial arts masters can react instantly.
At the moment when the lightning-fast sword struck, Meng Xiaoan's expression did not change. It seemed that everything was as he expected. His hand seemed to be slow and fast, and he directly entered the white blade with his bare hands, and gently clamped the blade.
The two of them jumped up at the same time and flew to the balcony outside the window.
Meng Xiaoan let go and kept a distance from Feng Fujiwara, and then asked in confusion: "It seems wrong for you to do this, shouldn't you do pole dancing?"
"I'm going to jump on your mother!" Feng Fujiwara rebuffed him unceremoniously, holding the knife in his hand in a straight line.
Meng Xiaoan saw the cold light in her eyes, which was really cold. He fought with her for several times with his bare hands. The two of them flew out of the balcony at the same time and disappeared into the night. There were only two invisible black shadows in the sky.
Flash past.
Feng Fujihara's knife flashed with a faint light, turning into countless knife shadows and covering Meng Xiaoan. He had no choice but to move his steps, his hand turned into a palm shadow, and facing the sharp knife, he cut completely with his bare palm.
Feng Fujiharazhen suddenly looked at Meng Xiaoan with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
She found that her body could not move.
Meng Xiaoan's finger suddenly had a flying needle, and her neck seemed to have been bitten by a mosquito, and then she couldn't move and then her whole body became limp.
"You must be fully prepared to fight evil people. Why are you still careless?" Meng Xiaoan unexpectedly reached out and hugged her waist, and with a squeeze, Feng Fujiwara couldn't stand, and his whole body fell to the
In Meng Xiaoan's arms.
As soon as he fell like this, Fujiwara Shina's round and beautiful buttocks, which were only wearing white obscene pants, pressed against Meng Xiaoan's crotch impartially, so tightly that there was no gap between the two bodies.
"Are you angry? You're so angry that you're furious."
"I'm not angry because I don't want you to succeed." Although Feng Fujiwara was so angry that his nose was smoking, he still didn't scold Meng Xiaoan.
"It seems that your self-discipline has improved a bit." Meng Xiaoan hugged her waist tightly and laughed softly: "I like women like this."
As if as a deliberate demonstration, when he finished saying this, a hard object pressed against Fujiwara's buttocks through his thin obscene pants.
Feng Fujiwara came over, twisted her delicate body, and tried to break away from Meng Xiaoan's arms, but he held her tightly. These twists and turns made Meng Xiaoan's penis sink deep into her buttocks, teasing her back and forth.
"Meng Xiaoan, you bastard... you deserve to die."
"I know, so I will drag you to hell with me."
Meng Xiaoan clearly saw two snow-white, tender, round and plump breasts, which almost jumped out. Under the deliberate pushing of her arms, Meng Xiaoan was so excited and eager that she couldn't help herself.
"By the way, don't you like me like this?"
As Meng Xiaoan spoke, his left hand that was wrapped around Fujiwara Makoto's waist moved along the hem of her legs and touched her white and well-proportioned thighs; his restless right hand stretched forward from her bare pink back and went straight.
He got into her skirt, covered the snow ball on her chest, and caressed the heavy, round ball.
"If you want to come, go ahead." Fujiwara Zhen gave up resistance.
Meng Xiaoan kissed Feng Fujiwara's fragrant lips, caressed her inner thigh with one hand, and kneaded and rubbed her round and plump breasts with the other hand. Feng Fujiwara's breasts were so big and elastic, they were really
Meng Xiaoan gently squeezed the gift given to men by God, and in just the blink of an eye, the soft nipples became hard.
"Really? Giving up so quickly."
Meng Xiaoan mocked, but his eyes searched for the target. After finding the appropriate position, he picked up Feng Fujiwara and made her lie on the stone, with her fat, white and round butt raised high.
Feng Fujiwara really wanted to struggle several times, but his waist was tightly tightened by Meng Xiaoan, and in the end he could only lie down. He pulled the floral trousers down to the back of his calves, and Meng Xiaoan began to invade.
Her fleshy black hole loves to be stroked and slightly pinched. It feels bouncy, smooth, tender and plump in the hand.
Under Meng Xiaoan's caress, Feng Tengharazhen hummed a few times, unconsciously moving his fat and white buttocks closer to Meng Xiaoan's palm. In this way, two mature flesh like peaches
The *qiu fell into Meng Xiaoan's palm and was caressed and kneaded by Meng Xiaoan.
"I'll train you, bitch, well."
In a show-off tone, Meng Xiaoan showed her fingers covered in lustful juice to Feng Fujiwara. She did not answer Meng Xiaoan, but lowered her head and opened her plump body to Meng Xiaoan.
.
Viewed from this angle, Feng Fujiwara's figure is really bumpy, which adds to the temptation appropriately; her skin is as exquisite and clear as crystal.
,—the protruding flower room between the pair of plump legs, are all wonderful things that make Meng Xiaoan's desire crazy.
Just when Feng Fujiwara really thought that Meng Xiaoan would toss him so hard and crazy, Meng Xiaoan actually stopped all the ambiguous movements in front of him and used a method that made Feng Fujiwara so angry that his nose started to smoke.
The words: "Excuse me, are you feeling comfortable now? Are you full of pleasure now? If you need me, please tell me loudly. Say loudly to this world, this earth, this people, I need you to whip me hard."
Bar."
Feng Fujiwara turned around and spat out a packet of spit at Meng Xiaoan, then gritted his teeth and said, "Baby, you bastard, you are not a man."
Meng Xiaoan laughed evilly and slapped Feng Fujiwara's upturned and elastic white buttocks. The crisp sound made Feng Fujiwara's yin fire rise, and the raging fire was burning in her heart.
"Fujiwara, don't look at me like that. I'll be very shy. Look at you like this. You look like a slut. But I like sluts very much. To be honest, I want to be honest at night.
I want you to fight for hundreds of rounds, but I think this is not allowed, why? Well, because I have a girl waiting for me at home, I won’t fall in love with you here."
Meng Xiaoan was so awesome that he threw Feng Fujiwara Makoto down and left like crazy. Although the ### down there was so hard that Meng Xiaoan felt the pain, which was even more pleasurable than fucking Feng Fujiwara Makoto. He was now
It must be interesting to think about the expression on Fufujiwara Makoto's face.
