Chapter 363: Love is a light, green to your panic (72)

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"Or next time, I will be mentally prepared next time, hehe..."
Russell huddled in the depths of the big bed, whispering, not feeling like shaking.
Faded. Going to the clothes, the man's figure is unusually tall.
He is like a gusty wind, and she is a thin tree with no sorrow, swaying by the wind, nowhere to rely on, crumbling in the wind and rain.
And this gust of wind is obviously deliberately destroying her.
She saw that his eyes were getting more and more violent, and every inch of his muscles was full of strength. His eyes were still deep and dark, but within the dark, it was burning aggression that had been suppressed for a long time.
He no longer hides his disguise, revealing terrible offensive intentions. He is a hungry beast, lurking in the dark for too long, already eager to try, and finally wait until the prey jumps into his territory, where there is a possibility of letting go.
The man leaned down and she screamed.
The wrist was imprisoned, and the back was against the silky bed. His arms were on either side of her neck. She was confined to a narrow space and could only passively greet his kiss.
She groaned and cheered herself up, biting her teeth and courage: "Lighter..."
"it is good."
His hands are constantly moving, and the clothes that are in the way are removed little by little.
Lips, neck, collarbone, chest.
Drop the blossoming red plum and order the cherry blossoms.
The man has a thin scorpion in his palm, and at this moment, the subtle roughness has brought her endless torture.
The place where his hand fell, like igniting a cluster of Mars, the spread of Mars, burning her whole body hot, from the inside out, she was unbearable.
Just then, the man suddenly raised his head and attached it to his ear.
"Tong."
His movements are brutal, his kiss is forced, his voice is low and dumb.
But at this moment, the tone is gentle to the extreme.
Russell bit his lip.
This kind of gentle, familiar, passing through the memory, let her almost stunned for a moment, he is Huo Xuanzhen, or Shen Shen Xiao Ling or Tian Xuanzi.
What he called is not a yang, not a day, not an atractylodes.
It is a vegetarian.
It is her, just her, who is the body of her body, the soul is her.
Melt warmth into the limbs, filled with strange eight veins, from the bottom of my heart to the throat are hot, from the eyelids to the nose is sour, she saw the feelings in his eyes.
I don’t know when I’m floating on the water, my arms are clinging to his shoulders, and my brows and lips are softly laughing.
This smile is moving, it is acquiescence, it is encouragement, she is about to talk about it - the man has got the notice...
"Well--"
She suddenly clenched her lips and gave a sigh of relief. He was so gentle before that that she was ready, but when she finally arrived, she couldn’t help but cry.
The man gasped and gasped, no rushing action, but he was also uncomfortable, but he still tried to restrain himself. While trying to ease her pain, he bowed his head and kissed the sweat on her forehead.
I don't know how long it took, the pain gradually weakened, and she finally had the strength to look up slightly and kissed his throat.
This kiss, if the tears of the seal are broken, the man’s throat is like a beast.
The flower trail has never been swept away, and Pengmen is now open to the monarch.
Thick and sloppy, seeing jade muscles. The tears are dyed gently, and the leaves are tied with Lang. The night screams for the phoenix, and the dew is moving.
Sweat is like rain, powdery sweat like a pearly makeup, dreams fly on, it is difficult to buy this one, the pillow is full of love, five more bells.
The night is awkward.