Chapter 420: Mouth-naked Demon King 29

The robes are so complicated that the ties are untied and do not reveal the skin.
The devil paused at this moment.
He looked down at the girl underneath: "Lily, you understand what I am doing now, right?"
A Zhao looked at him without speaking.
The color of her sky blue eyes has been darkened, and the spring that is always clear in the end is slowly rising from the wave of desire.
She stretched out her white arms and put on the neck of the devil, and the two men's bodies were closely attached.
"You are so slow, do you want me to take it off?" She bit his ear and ate a smile.
The demon took a force on her waist and suddenly forced it.
Aware of her intentions, Azhao quickly shouted: "You lightly, I like this dress very much..."
"Stab!"
The voice did not fall, and the clear cracking sound rang in the quiet hall, accompanied by the low voice of the devil: "No matter, just do it again."
Azhao: "..."
She can't take care of herself because there are more important things to do at this time.
Her entire front shackles were torn open and the bare skin was exposed to the air.
The temperature of the Magic Palace is always at the most suitable temperature, but at this moment, facing the gaze of the devil, Azhao only feels that the large piece of skin seems to be burned to the general, and the subconscious raises his hand to cover it.
Her hand was held.
"No need to cover."
"It's beautiful."
The demon king leaned over and tasted this delicious body with his lips and ears. From the slender neck to the delicate clavicle, and then down, the secret fruit of the trembling, even the navel was never let go.
Azhao has been made hot by this sweet torture, and she is about to cry.
"Don't... don't..." she murmured.
"What is it?" The man once again held her lips and whispered.
The lower body is cold and the last obstruction has disappeared.
The touch of the skin is too good, A Zhao couldn't help but lift his body, want to be closer to him, and then closer.
Her body glared at him unconsciously, but did not notice that the man's twilight was deeper and darker.
"I... oh, uncomfortable..." Azhao climbed his neck and spoiled his mouth.
"Where is it uncomfortable?" The demon king walked up and down with her hands, and asked with a bad heart.
What does this make her say?
Azhao hated and bite his chest.
It is obvious that his body is already as hard as iron, and he is still deliberately holding it.
Azhao’s eyes turned, and he lifted a leg and hooked his waist...
The devil's face sank.
Forbearance, he is really not a man.
Looking at him like this, A Zhao seems to be a sinister little goblin, eating and laughing.
But soon she could not laugh.
"You, you go out!" She was so white.
How, how can there be such a horrible weapon?
Are the demons all devils?
Please God is easy to send God, the demon king noticed her nervousness, patiently stopped the movement, appease the general kiss a bit, her voice shouting her name.
"A Zhao...A Zhao..."
When she finally became less uncomfortable, and when the fund began to re-emerge, she knew that the girl had accepted herself.
He bowed his head, covered the delicate lips, blocked her broken throat, and took her to sink into the abyss of desire.