The slow footsteps walked step by step closer to the iron gate. The gradually deepened Wang Zhen seemed casual on the surface, but in fact his eyes were keenly scanning the corridor everywhere, not letting go of any clues of anyone entering.
But he found nothing, and there was no trace of the ban on the iron gate being alarmed.
Wang Zhen was relieved, raised his hand to move the mechanism on the iron door, injected spiritual power, opened the heavy door, then turned around and looked at the empty corridor before stepping in.
The inside of the door is much brighter than the outside. After a few dozen steps, there is a very wide room with a low pool in the middle, furniture placed on all four platforms, and a blue lake above the head
The faint lake light shone from above, the light is soft and bright, like a colorful light
The decorations of all sizes are elegant, and all kinds of products are exquisite and complete. At first glance, it looks like you have accidentally entered a woman's boudoir.
But there are also extremely inconsistent points. There are many mirrors placed in the room, which uniformly reflect a slender body with exposed clothes at different angles in the mirror.
As Wang Zhen stepped onto the steps step by step, approaching the woman curled up in the mirror, all the lamps in the room slowly lit up, the dimness in the corners of the wall dispersed, and the whole room was as bright as day.
He sat down by the bed casually, looked down at the person on the bed, stretched out his fingers to lift the black hair covering her face, gently stroked his pale face after the long-term sunlight was gone
Zhuzhu, how are you sleeping well?
Wang Zhen looked like he was only in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight facial features, and a little tenderness on his face, and a bit of elegant and kind man.
The woman couldn't bear his harassment, and opened her eyes impatiently, her voice was a little hoarse, what are you doing
Look at you. Wang Zhen’s face is gentle and he doesn’t care about Wu Wenzhu’s attitude at all. He continues: I’ve been kept here for you all day. I’m afraid you will feel uncomfortable, so I want to come and take it down for you.
A trace of disgust flashed in Wu Wenzhu's eyes, she closed her eyes with a numb expression, and let him do nothing.
The expression on Wang Zhen's face remained unchanged, his eyes moved along Wu Wenzhu's body. After passing through his clothes that had no effect on his body, he finally stopped at the base of his thighs with some traces left.
The palm slid along her flat abdomen into the triangle, touching and pressing the sensitive meat granules intentionally or unintentionally, then pinched the bead chain hanging at the mouth of the hole, and deliberately slowly pulled it out a little bit.
The thing pulled out of the small hole gradually spread open, and the pink flesh color was covered with wet water stains, and slowly spit out a silver bell with complicated patterns.
The numbness on Wu Wenzhu's face faded away, her fingers tightly clutched the bed sheet, gritted her teeth and endured the feeling of the Burmese bell when she went out.
The dripping Myanmar bell was placed in front of someone. Wang Zhen then leaned over and said in a curious tone: I am so wet. When I was away, I was having fun and had I orgasm several times?
Wu Wenzhu didn't want to answer him, which made him a little dissatisfied. She licked the Burmese bell covered with spring water, and then stuffed it into the other party's mouth toughly.
Lick it yourself
Wu Wenzhu glanced at him and licked the surface of the Burmese bell with her tongue silently. After seeing her obediently doing it, the smile on Wang Zhen's face became a little more real.
Then, my palms looked down again, grabbed the jade force exposed outside the posterior acupoint, and inserted it lightly and hardly.
With the other hand, he pinched her chin and said while laughing, "I've been clamping it for a day and biting it so tightly, Zhuzhu, you are so sexy."
Wu Wenzhu still had a Burmese bell in her mouth, so she couldn't speak. At this time, she turned her eyes and looked into the corner, clearly not wanting to deal with Wang Zhen.
She ignored her twice in a row. Wang Zhen was obviously a little unhappy. He pulled out the jade from Wu Wenzhu's back hole, threw it away, grabbed her shoulder and pulled the person out of the bed, and dragged it to the front of the empty wall next to him.
When he came here, Wu Wenzhu's expression changed significantly, with a faint look of fear. He looked at Wang Zhen beside him frequently, as if he wanted to say something
Wang Zhen ignored it and touched the mechanism next to him. The empty wall in front was pushed away at a constant speed, revealing an inner wall filled with strange instruments.
He took out the low wooden donkey below and pressed Wu Wenzhu directly, leaned down and almost touched her face. The heavy and turbid breath sprayed on his pale face.
Zhuzhu is a little more good, so it will be less painful
Wu Wenzhu shook her head in fear, grabbed his sleeve with her fingers, and said vaguely, "No."
Wang Zhen took out the Burmese bell she had in her mouth, leaned over and kissed her on her lips, then stood up and opened the switch of the wooden donkey.
The woman's whimpering and screaming sounded throughout the room. Wang Zhen, who was standing in front of her, looked crazy and ill. It seemed that Wu Wenzhu was tortured like this, could bring him endless pleasure.
He held up a piece of his lower abdomen high, and the blue veins on his excited face burst out. He was extremely emotional. Wang Zhen suddenly pinched her mouth, lifted her clothes, eagerly released her swollen desire, and stabbed her into her mouth and thrust her into her mouth and thrust her into her.
The mirrors in the room are all-round and without dead corners. Yao Xingxing, who is hiding in a remote corner, can see the picture clearly through these mirrors.
I didn't see it completely. For example, just when Wang Zhen lifted the hem of his clothes and exposed that part, there was a curtain in front of him, blocking the entire picture behind him.
Yao Xingxing stared at the shaking curtain in front of her eyes, looked up along the fabric, and then looked at the big hand that was withdrawing after pulling the curtain over.
She looked at the man beside her with a blank expression on her face and pressed down the corners of her lips. Even after watching the passionate picture for a long time, there was no abnormality on her face.
The other party noticed her gaze and glanced at him. Yao Xingxing didn't understand his gaze, but it probably didn't mean it was a bad idea.
She withdrew her gaze and subconsciously looked at the mirror over him, but the field of view was also black, and her tall body firmly blocked the scene outside like a wall.
You can clearly see this angle just now, when did he move his position?
Yao Xingxing couldn't help but look up at Meng Cheng again, but she didn't expect that the other party was staring at her motionlessly at the moment, with her eyes as if she was oppressive and condemned, and she looked at her with guilt and discomfort.
He turned his head and looked at him with calmness, pretending to look at the wooden furniture on the right to relieve the embarrassment
However, the picture can be blocked by the curtains, and the lewd and slutty sounds in the room cannot be isolated. The vulgar words of men when they are passionate, and the soft and sobbing moans of women, but when they are invisible, they seem to be magnified several times, clearly reaching their ears.
Yao Xingxing never felt so clearly what embarrassment is. She felt uncomfortable all over her body.
Just as her painful toes were stumbled on the ground, the temperature next to her suddenly increased a little. The man leaned over and could just feel the warm breath he vomited from not far or near. The tip of his nose was filled with the breath of a male.
Suddenly being approached by the opposite sex in this strange environment will inevitably make people feel a little divergent when they are exposed to their minds
Yao Xingxing's body was a little frozen subconsciously, and her face was still calm and turned to her face. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, she heard the other party say a word in a qiyin.
Walk
But he found nothing, and there was no trace of the ban on the iron gate being alarmed.
Wang Zhen was relieved, raised his hand to move the mechanism on the iron door, injected spiritual power, opened the heavy door, then turned around and looked at the empty corridor before stepping in.
The inside of the door is much brighter than the outside. After a few dozen steps, there is a very wide room with a low pool in the middle, furniture placed on all four platforms, and a blue lake above the head
The faint lake light shone from above, the light is soft and bright, like a colorful light
The decorations of all sizes are elegant, and all kinds of products are exquisite and complete. At first glance, it looks like you have accidentally entered a woman's boudoir.
But there are also extremely inconsistent points. There are many mirrors placed in the room, which uniformly reflect a slender body with exposed clothes at different angles in the mirror.
As Wang Zhen stepped onto the steps step by step, approaching the woman curled up in the mirror, all the lamps in the room slowly lit up, the dimness in the corners of the wall dispersed, and the whole room was as bright as day.
He sat down by the bed casually, looked down at the person on the bed, stretched out his fingers to lift the black hair covering her face, gently stroked his pale face after the long-term sunlight was gone
Zhuzhu, how are you sleeping well?
Wang Zhen looked like he was only in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight facial features, and a little tenderness on his face, and a bit of elegant and kind man.
The woman couldn't bear his harassment, and opened her eyes impatiently, her voice was a little hoarse, what are you doing
Look at you. Wang Zhen’s face is gentle and he doesn’t care about Wu Wenzhu’s attitude at all. He continues: I’ve been kept here for you all day. I’m afraid you will feel uncomfortable, so I want to come and take it down for you.
A trace of disgust flashed in Wu Wenzhu's eyes, she closed her eyes with a numb expression, and let him do nothing.
The expression on Wang Zhen's face remained unchanged, his eyes moved along Wu Wenzhu's body. After passing through his clothes that had no effect on his body, he finally stopped at the base of his thighs with some traces left.
The palm slid along her flat abdomen into the triangle, touching and pressing the sensitive meat granules intentionally or unintentionally, then pinched the bead chain hanging at the mouth of the hole, and deliberately slowly pulled it out a little bit.
The thing pulled out of the small hole gradually spread open, and the pink flesh color was covered with wet water stains, and slowly spit out a silver bell with complicated patterns.
The numbness on Wu Wenzhu's face faded away, her fingers tightly clutched the bed sheet, gritted her teeth and endured the feeling of the Burmese bell when she went out.
The dripping Myanmar bell was placed in front of someone. Wang Zhen then leaned over and said in a curious tone: I am so wet. When I was away, I was having fun and had I orgasm several times?
Wu Wenzhu didn't want to answer him, which made him a little dissatisfied. She licked the Burmese bell covered with spring water, and then stuffed it into the other party's mouth toughly.
Lick it yourself
Wu Wenzhu glanced at him and licked the surface of the Burmese bell with her tongue silently. After seeing her obediently doing it, the smile on Wang Zhen's face became a little more real.
Then, my palms looked down again, grabbed the jade force exposed outside the posterior acupoint, and inserted it lightly and hardly.
With the other hand, he pinched her chin and said while laughing, "I've been clamping it for a day and biting it so tightly, Zhuzhu, you are so sexy."
Wu Wenzhu still had a Burmese bell in her mouth, so she couldn't speak. At this time, she turned her eyes and looked into the corner, clearly not wanting to deal with Wang Zhen.
She ignored her twice in a row. Wang Zhen was obviously a little unhappy. He pulled out the jade from Wu Wenzhu's back hole, threw it away, grabbed her shoulder and pulled the person out of the bed, and dragged it to the front of the empty wall next to him.
When he came here, Wu Wenzhu's expression changed significantly, with a faint look of fear. He looked at Wang Zhen beside him frequently, as if he wanted to say something
Wang Zhen ignored it and touched the mechanism next to him. The empty wall in front was pushed away at a constant speed, revealing an inner wall filled with strange instruments.
He took out the low wooden donkey below and pressed Wu Wenzhu directly, leaned down and almost touched her face. The heavy and turbid breath sprayed on his pale face.
Zhuzhu is a little more good, so it will be less painful
Wu Wenzhu shook her head in fear, grabbed his sleeve with her fingers, and said vaguely, "No."
Wang Zhen took out the Burmese bell she had in her mouth, leaned over and kissed her on her lips, then stood up and opened the switch of the wooden donkey.
The woman's whimpering and screaming sounded throughout the room. Wang Zhen, who was standing in front of her, looked crazy and ill. It seemed that Wu Wenzhu was tortured like this, could bring him endless pleasure.
He held up a piece of his lower abdomen high, and the blue veins on his excited face burst out. He was extremely emotional. Wang Zhen suddenly pinched her mouth, lifted her clothes, eagerly released her swollen desire, and stabbed her into her mouth and thrust her into her mouth and thrust her into her.
The mirrors in the room are all-round and without dead corners. Yao Xingxing, who is hiding in a remote corner, can see the picture clearly through these mirrors.
I didn't see it completely. For example, just when Wang Zhen lifted the hem of his clothes and exposed that part, there was a curtain in front of him, blocking the entire picture behind him.
Yao Xingxing stared at the shaking curtain in front of her eyes, looked up along the fabric, and then looked at the big hand that was withdrawing after pulling the curtain over.
She looked at the man beside her with a blank expression on her face and pressed down the corners of her lips. Even after watching the passionate picture for a long time, there was no abnormality on her face.
The other party noticed her gaze and glanced at him. Yao Xingxing didn't understand his gaze, but it probably didn't mean it was a bad idea.
She withdrew her gaze and subconsciously looked at the mirror over him, but the field of view was also black, and her tall body firmly blocked the scene outside like a wall.
You can clearly see this angle just now, when did he move his position?
Yao Xingxing couldn't help but look up at Meng Cheng again, but she didn't expect that the other party was staring at her motionlessly at the moment, with her eyes as if she was oppressive and condemned, and she looked at her with guilt and discomfort.
He turned his head and looked at him with calmness, pretending to look at the wooden furniture on the right to relieve the embarrassment
However, the picture can be blocked by the curtains, and the lewd and slutty sounds in the room cannot be isolated. The vulgar words of men when they are passionate, and the soft and sobbing moans of women, but when they are invisible, they seem to be magnified several times, clearly reaching their ears.
Yao Xingxing never felt so clearly what embarrassment is. She felt uncomfortable all over her body.
Just as her painful toes were stumbled on the ground, the temperature next to her suddenly increased a little. The man leaned over and could just feel the warm breath he vomited from not far or near. The tip of his nose was filled with the breath of a male.
Suddenly being approached by the opposite sex in this strange environment will inevitably make people feel a little divergent when they are exposed to their minds
Yao Xingxing's body was a little frozen subconsciously, and her face was still calm and turned to her face. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, she heard the other party say a word in a qiyin.
Walk
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