After He Shui helped You Wu arrange a room, he and Xiaorong got into the room where Xiangling was. Looking at the naked Xiangling, her tender and tender flesh was sweating, rolling on the bed, Yiyi erecting her fat and greasy buttocks, revealing her bright red private parts. Her two crisp hands grabbed a handful of nectar from time to time, but she still couldn't relieve the itch and shouted as if her heart was broken.
Ah Woo woo... who are you? Go out, go out, um, Ah, itchy, Xiangling wants her husband, don't you, go away!
The woman's misty lustful eyes have also recovered a little bit of consciousness. She saw that it was a stranger who came in, and seemed to have forgotten He Shui's carnival overnight
Good sister, He Lang will be your husband in the future. If you don’t climb down to greet your husband, you will be happy! Huh!
Xiao Rong took advantage of Meng Ji's absence and waited for an opportunity to take advantage of him. He pulled He Shui, who was on the same height as him, and rubbed his chest straight on his arm. If he hadn't known the palace master, he would have come back, and might have thrown Xiangling aside and tasted this very handsome little lover first.
He is not my husband, he is not...well Ah, not Ah!
Her voice was getting lower and lower, as if she could not resist the appearance of a man. Her eyes were full of tears, and she could only see the blurred outline of the man. But that was definitely not her familiar husband. However, the carnal desire in her heart shattered her moral defense line, and she eroticly raised the wet garden towards him, swinging slowly, as if light and heavy, like a wild beast sending a courtship signal, half looking back, begging
Bang!
He Shui slapped her ass hard and said unhappily, "If it weren't for helping you detoxify, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you. Go and find your husband and let him help you!"
At this moment, he finally understood Meng Ji's mood. It turned out that she was jealous.
He Shui understood this and became happy, not as worried as before. It turned out that he was afraid of Meng Ji, who was both a wife and a mother. Even he himself didn't understand this feeling.
Xiangling moaned loudly, as if she was very comfortable. Not only did she not object, she also sent her pink and tender buttocks to his eyes, slowly swaying, like a mare in heat being begged for a pledge.
Call me and listen!
When He Shui was living in the alley, he had never heard of any hooligan teasing words. This was just to try Xiangling's reaction with the most common words. The magic finger passed by her plump flower man.
Yengníng!
Xiangling whimpered in her mouth, but she didn't call him. Thinking about the lewdness of being so slutty in front of strangers, it made her very ashamed. How could she call others as her husband again?
She remembered that she was a great scholar-in-law and the wife of a senior official in the court. She was now raped by a strange man. She was so embarrassed that she trembled all over. Her gentle finger made her squirt and she was so convulsing that she was soft on the bed.
However, as soon as this momentum stopped, a stronger desire arose again. There seemed to be only one thought in my head, that is, to be happy under the man's crotch, to solve the itchy pain in joy.
Ask him, call him, as long as this is the happiest state...
Well, Xiangling calls you...hunter, good husband, come and help others...
Before the sound was over, He Shui held her body right and picked a few of them in her bushes.
My surname is He, should you know what to call me? Little slut!
He Shui seemed to be in a state, with a domineering aura of life and death on his face, which seemed to manipulate Xiangling's happiness and life and death.
This feeling made him ecstatic, this feeling made him fascinated, the nature of a thief was born at this moment. This coincidence naturally cannot be separated from Meng Ji's loss of composure tonight, which made him feel the contrast between manipulation and being manipulated.
He Shui wants to manipulate others, but he doesn’t want to be manipulated by others!
Xiaorong stared at him, she thought He Shui was young and a big boy. She didn't expect that his technique was so familiar. This kind of training mentality was not much worse than that of a professional slave trainer.
How could she know that He Shui's actions and expressions completely imitate the real slave training master
He Shui was not in vain in the Children's Training Camp
As the saying goes, there is no need to suppress one's body, He Shui has already realized it
He Shui's whole body was already naked, and his slender and strong bronze skin shone with a healthy and charming luster. There was a crescent-shaped scar in the middle of his bulging chest muscles. Although he had healed the next day after the injury, he left permanent crescent-shaped scars.
He Lang, Xiangling wants He Lang to help his slave family...
When he proudly pierced into the muddy flower path, the depths were already hot as fire. This aphrodisiac was too domineering. If he did not follow the normal intercourse, he could really burn a beautiful woman to death.
The Dragon King of Playing in the Water was happily passing by when he saw the familiar nectar. His big head swam around the stream, gazes at the heart of the flower, greedily sucking the woman's best-lived Xuanzhu, fiddling with Xiangling, making her husband scream in a heart-to-heart.
Meng Ji had come back long ago, but she hid in the room alone, neither getting angry nor summoned He Shui.
Instead, Master He Shui touched Meng Ji's room
The big ship has already started to anchor, and several pretty maids who were worried that the palace master would get angry would rather stand at the bow of the boat and blow the cold wind than approach Meng Ji's room.
But a short while, a happy voice came from her room, which made the girls' hanging hearts come true.
He Shui, who just understood the taste of a woman, already understood how to make women happy and surrender. If the Lord of Dragon King Pavilion knows, he must be chosen as the heir to the next Lord.
He Shui has a very handsome appearance and possesses a famous artifact for all ages. He swallows the yang and hot dragon fruit like a strange adventure, and has increased his natural internal strength for decades.
Although it has not been refined yet, it has already existed in his body. It is his sooner or later, and no one can take it away.
If Meng Ji uses a soft tail needle to suck it, it is just one of the hairs of the dragon heart fruit energy, and the more you take it, the less the medicine is, the sooner it dissolves into He Shui's body.
His body seemed to never know how tired he was, and he was guided by Meng Ji to become a practice furnace and cauldron with the strange flower path transformation technique. He was passively running the nine-change flower path exercise route in his body, but he didn't understand martial arts yet.
All these talents and adventures seemed to be to compensate for his misfortune
On the other hand, it is also possible that he was jealous of such excellent qualifications.
No matter what, his long-mature psychology has added some important knowledge, and it is the most important thing in his future life.
It was almost dawn, and He Shui hugged Meng Ji who was sleeping, rubbed her tender body for a few times, and a conspiracy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Meng Ji was sleeping and moaned very lazyly, hugging him tightly with her back hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away secretly.
Ah Woo woo... who are you? Go out, go out, um, Ah, itchy, Xiangling wants her husband, don't you, go away!
The woman's misty lustful eyes have also recovered a little bit of consciousness. She saw that it was a stranger who came in, and seemed to have forgotten He Shui's carnival overnight
Good sister, He Lang will be your husband in the future. If you don’t climb down to greet your husband, you will be happy! Huh!
Xiao Rong took advantage of Meng Ji's absence and waited for an opportunity to take advantage of him. He pulled He Shui, who was on the same height as him, and rubbed his chest straight on his arm. If he hadn't known the palace master, he would have come back, and might have thrown Xiangling aside and tasted this very handsome little lover first.
He is not my husband, he is not...well Ah, not Ah!
Her voice was getting lower and lower, as if she could not resist the appearance of a man. Her eyes were full of tears, and she could only see the blurred outline of the man. But that was definitely not her familiar husband. However, the carnal desire in her heart shattered her moral defense line, and she eroticly raised the wet garden towards him, swinging slowly, as if light and heavy, like a wild beast sending a courtship signal, half looking back, begging
Bang!
He Shui slapped her ass hard and said unhappily, "If it weren't for helping you detoxify, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you. Go and find your husband and let him help you!"
At this moment, he finally understood Meng Ji's mood. It turned out that she was jealous.
He Shui understood this and became happy, not as worried as before. It turned out that he was afraid of Meng Ji, who was both a wife and a mother. Even he himself didn't understand this feeling.
Xiangling moaned loudly, as if she was very comfortable. Not only did she not object, she also sent her pink and tender buttocks to his eyes, slowly swaying, like a mare in heat being begged for a pledge.
Call me and listen!
When He Shui was living in the alley, he had never heard of any hooligan teasing words. This was just to try Xiangling's reaction with the most common words. The magic finger passed by her plump flower man.
Yengníng!
Xiangling whimpered in her mouth, but she didn't call him. Thinking about the lewdness of being so slutty in front of strangers, it made her very ashamed. How could she call others as her husband again?
She remembered that she was a great scholar-in-law and the wife of a senior official in the court. She was now raped by a strange man. She was so embarrassed that she trembled all over. Her gentle finger made her squirt and she was so convulsing that she was soft on the bed.
However, as soon as this momentum stopped, a stronger desire arose again. There seemed to be only one thought in my head, that is, to be happy under the man's crotch, to solve the itchy pain in joy.
Ask him, call him, as long as this is the happiest state...
Well, Xiangling calls you...hunter, good husband, come and help others...
Before the sound was over, He Shui held her body right and picked a few of them in her bushes.
My surname is He, should you know what to call me? Little slut!
He Shui seemed to be in a state, with a domineering aura of life and death on his face, which seemed to manipulate Xiangling's happiness and life and death.
This feeling made him ecstatic, this feeling made him fascinated, the nature of a thief was born at this moment. This coincidence naturally cannot be separated from Meng Ji's loss of composure tonight, which made him feel the contrast between manipulation and being manipulated.
He Shui wants to manipulate others, but he doesn’t want to be manipulated by others!
Xiaorong stared at him, she thought He Shui was young and a big boy. She didn't expect that his technique was so familiar. This kind of training mentality was not much worse than that of a professional slave trainer.
How could she know that He Shui's actions and expressions completely imitate the real slave training master
He Shui was not in vain in the Children's Training Camp
As the saying goes, there is no need to suppress one's body, He Shui has already realized it
He Shui's whole body was already naked, and his slender and strong bronze skin shone with a healthy and charming luster. There was a crescent-shaped scar in the middle of his bulging chest muscles. Although he had healed the next day after the injury, he left permanent crescent-shaped scars.
He Lang, Xiangling wants He Lang to help his slave family...
When he proudly pierced into the muddy flower path, the depths were already hot as fire. This aphrodisiac was too domineering. If he did not follow the normal intercourse, he could really burn a beautiful woman to death.
The Dragon King of Playing in the Water was happily passing by when he saw the familiar nectar. His big head swam around the stream, gazes at the heart of the flower, greedily sucking the woman's best-lived Xuanzhu, fiddling with Xiangling, making her husband scream in a heart-to-heart.
Meng Ji had come back long ago, but she hid in the room alone, neither getting angry nor summoned He Shui.
Instead, Master He Shui touched Meng Ji's room
The big ship has already started to anchor, and several pretty maids who were worried that the palace master would get angry would rather stand at the bow of the boat and blow the cold wind than approach Meng Ji's room.
But a short while, a happy voice came from her room, which made the girls' hanging hearts come true.
He Shui, who just understood the taste of a woman, already understood how to make women happy and surrender. If the Lord of Dragon King Pavilion knows, he must be chosen as the heir to the next Lord.
He Shui has a very handsome appearance and possesses a famous artifact for all ages. He swallows the yang and hot dragon fruit like a strange adventure, and has increased his natural internal strength for decades.
Although it has not been refined yet, it has already existed in his body. It is his sooner or later, and no one can take it away.
If Meng Ji uses a soft tail needle to suck it, it is just one of the hairs of the dragon heart fruit energy, and the more you take it, the less the medicine is, the sooner it dissolves into He Shui's body.
His body seemed to never know how tired he was, and he was guided by Meng Ji to become a practice furnace and cauldron with the strange flower path transformation technique. He was passively running the nine-change flower path exercise route in his body, but he didn't understand martial arts yet.
All these talents and adventures seemed to be to compensate for his misfortune
On the other hand, it is also possible that he was jealous of such excellent qualifications.
No matter what, his long-mature psychology has added some important knowledge, and it is the most important thing in his future life.
It was almost dawn, and He Shui hugged Meng Ji who was sleeping, rubbed her tender body for a few times, and a conspiracy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Meng Ji was sleeping and moaned very lazyly, hugging him tightly with her back hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away secretly.
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