December 12, 2547, 7:30 minna Republic, Mali Township, Mali Township, Haojing City, Haojing Province, Qingchuan Province, woman leisurely raised her slender jade legs. The strange and weird black stockings climbed up from her naked jade feet, surging like waves on the woman's snow-white thighs, constantly changing with strange and sexy delicate hollow patterns, and they only stopped until three inches above her knees. The woman's already extremely beautiful figure is even more charming and evil with the blessing of these sexy black stockings that travel through time and space.
She gently touched her sexy black stockings thighs that were changing transparency due to wriggling, as if she was a little proud. She looked at Xuecun with her eyes half open, and she spit out her tongue and licked her pink lips. She made a soft moan and a slutty chuckling from her mouth. She was full of mediocrity and full of charming charm.
Liao Xuecun is a materialist. He originally did not believe in these superstitions of ghosts and gods, but today's strange things have to change his worldview.
He shook his head and thought to himself that the ancient beauties two thousand years ago could actually survive. This is a fantasy in fantasy novels and cannot be explained by modern knowledge. So were there stockings in ancient times, why did she grow socks out of thin air, and why did she suck blood and take her life?
What's so strange about these bizarre questions?
Is she a human, a ghost, a monster, or a god?
In short, I will die soon, why bother yourself
Death in the hands of gods and ghosts may not be more comfortable than death in humans.
The witch stretched out her slightly fleshy thigh under her stockings and leaned forward, leaning slightly, and leaning her toes against the tomb robber Song Yu, who was under the coffin.
At this time, Lao Song was no longer moving, he must have died.
The translucent black stockings wrapped around the slender legs, which complement the fleshy powder that is exposed. In this dark and stunning ancient tomb, not only makes Xuecun feel very beautiful and seductive, but also looks mysterious and weird.
The witch turned her back to Xuecun and smiled as if she was reciting a few spells, and hooked her fingers towards the darkness.
Liao Xuecun was surprised and saw a huge black shadow appearing in the dark opposite.
The black shadow slowly walked over, like a giant black iron tower
He was shocked when he sat on the ground, thinking that some ghost was summoned by the witch casting spell.
He kicked his feet forward in fear, and took a big step back
The woman looked back and giggled at Xuecun. Her laughter was light and demonic, with a hint of arrogant nobleness, just like a god looking at ordinary people, exuding a strange charm
A tower-like giant man was already trembling in the witch's seductive laughter, with a very ugly long face filled with a foolish smile
An extremely tall and strong body half-arched, as if carrying something heavy, staggeringly walking towards you
The terrified Xuecun only saw clearly that the giant man was not a monster, but Song Yu's scar ghost. He had forgotten his existence just now.
Now, he felt that this terrifying ugly man was his only friend and relative in this world
Scar, don't go over! He shouted to the big man
The woman smiled at the tall and majestic man in the mountain, and then opened her bra and opened her arms, revealing her beautiful white body in her wide robe, waiting for the big man to fall into her gentle trap
The scar ghost was almost pulled into the coffin by this demon girl. The black ancient pine wood coffin seemed to be a big mouth that was wide open, and swallowed the big man in a flash.
The woman happily watched the second portion of food step into the dining table she had arranged, and smiled happily
She leaned down and turned her sleeves out hard. The black robe rose up like a rotating cloud and then retracted it to cover it, covering the entire coffin and the big man.
As long as it is covered by this dark cloud that can eat people, it will be swallowed up quickly, including sperm and blood, and human life.
In the flash, Liao Xuecun only saw the scary ugly face covered with scared ghost. Such a tall and strong giant man was easily pulled into the coffin by a seemingly weak woman, and he was firmly controlled, and there was no room for resistance.
The beauty's light and graceful body seemed to have huge power hidden. She gently spread her beautiful legs in black stockings, and her weak and delicate body pressed the scar under her body.
The warm big fur coat that Scar, which was greedy by Song Yu, was now like a piece of paper, was gently torn apart by a pair of seemingly thin and weak hands of the witch, making a crisp sound like a crack in the silk.
Her dark eyes showed a terrifying desire, which was a combination of appetite and lust.
She sat on the man with a smile, pressed her hand on Scar's chest and stroked her, and played with it carefully
The ghostly black figure was shining on the cemetery tiles by the torch light, and pulled into a long shadow swaying with the fire, sweeping over the surrounding white bones, making it look extremely gloomy and terrifying.
The black stockings on the woman's snow-colored legs, which were like living creatures, began to move strangely, and the black stockings on the thighs changed to the shallow depth due to the squirming, which looked very strange and bizarre
I don't know whether it was from the witch's thigh or from the black stockings, unknown liquid that was sweating but not sweating continued to seep out, emitting a strange fragrance in the air, making people's minds echo.
As the black silk thighs twisted like snakes rubbed against Scar, the strange body fluids were slowly applied to the big man.
The woman was stuck on the scar ghost and clamped the man's thick and huge cock with the bends of her slender legs. The hideous black beast was pinched by the woman and tied with the reins, becoming obedient and gentle, as gentle as a cat. The soft and sexy black silk legs were just stuck in the sensitive area under the dark purple glans. The woman twisted slightly with rhythm and skill, which made Scar's face once again have a strange and silly smile.
Liao Xuecun felt that he could not be so cowardly anymore. Scar was his last friend in this world and could not ignore his safety.
He tried hard to stand up, and walked forward a few steps
The woman lying on Scar used her black stockings to eat the big man's life with her cock-snatched black legs, but turned her face to look at Xuecun as she approached her little by little, with a happy and charming smile on her face, and she let out a delicate and rapid breathing.
Scar, are you okay? Liao Xuecun shouted while walking, although Song Yu's past experience, he didn't have much hope for the response to Scar
This rough giant man answered whether he heard Xuecun's call or because the woman on his body was squeezed to climax and made a sound, he screamed in pain.
Although Scar didn't say anything, at least made a sound. This was the first time Liao Xuecun heard his voice in the past few days. His voice was unexpectedly sharp, like a woman, and it was seriously incompatible with his giant man's rough appearance.
At this time, Scar was not only ejaculating, but also ejaculated vigorously
The thick cannon standing straight and straight looks like a small fountain in the garden. The water spurts straight up from the urethra, drawing parabolas. A large amount of white semen kept falling on the black stockings of the woman's feet, on his own belly, on the woman's big butt and black silk robe
The violent and violent semen ejaculated far exceeds the amount of normal people, and the ejaculation time is much longer
He seemed to be burning his life, and suddenly burst out all the happiness accumulated in his life, and he selflessly dedicated it to this sucking banshee who asked for excessive demands on men's semen.
Feeling the seductive smell of male sperm in the air, the woman accelerated the stroking of her feet, and the two sexy soles wrapped in black stockings grind the thick cock of the Scar Ghost, making the semen spray even more violent and spectacular
Scar has never married a wife in his life. Song Yu had promised to buy him a wife after he made this ticket. Unexpectedly, he enjoyed the beautiful woman he never dared to hope for in this way. This ultimate happiness almost overwhelmed him.
In addition to feeling the wonderful happiness brought by the violent spasm of the lower body, his already insufficient brain was washed away by the unbearable sensory stimulation, and he simply forgot everything.
He used his last strength to try his best to cater to the two superb black stockings that seemed to really hook his soul away. He showed a silly and satisfied smile on his face. He ejaculated. The huge cock under him never softened. The thick white semen was still constantly washing the beauty's feet.
The happy lewd smiles of women and the miserable wails of men kept echoing in the coffin. It was not until a pair of slender jade hands grabbed the edge of the coffin that the stirring sound gradually subsided.
After walking to the snow village under the stone platform, he clearly felt that the woman's arms stretched out from the coffin wall became plump and full again, tender and white as a lotus root, and were so touching.
He knew that the banshee had sucked the man's semen and repaired his body, but he didn't know what the Scar ghost was doing, so he became even more worried.
Scar! Liao Xuecun stepped onto the stone platform and shouted, Scar, how are you doing? Are you okay?
I wonder if Scar had been swallowed up by the witch and couldn't make a sound, or if he was half a mute, in short, Scar did not respond, only the sad shouts of the young teacher echoed in the empty tomb chamber
The woman's body was still twisting and undulating, squeezing the man beneath her, while looking at the anxious and weak teacher in the audience, her face full of delicacy, and her face was full of charm.
She reached out to Liao Xuecun and hooked her slender fingers, then pointed at her under her, as if she was saying to Xuecun, "Your friend is lying here, he is dead or alive, don't you care?"
Come and have a look!
Xuecun understands that this is the witch of the sperm, reminding herself that the situation of Scar is a bit bad
He knew that he was her next target. As long as he walked over now, he would end up like Scar and Song Yu, two tomb robbers.
Liao Xuecun hesitated and shouted again: Scar, what have you done to him?
The answer to Xuecun was a witch with a cold look, as if she was mocking his weakness, with contempt in her eyes
Seeing that the woman was still twisting, the man's moans were heard intermittently under her body, and the voice was filled with pain and weakness. He became more and more worried and walked up the table with his teeth. He just wanted to see if the scar was still breathing. Even if he went up, he just threw himself into the trap, and he couldn't care about it.
The woman stroked her snow-white and slightly bulging belly under her robe, smiled softly at the man who was walking towards her, and said something that Xuecun couldn't understand.
The beautiful and beautiful female voice was like a young rural history teacher panting and moaning in the ears of a young rural history teacher, as if she had the magic that could charm people, which made him confused and walked towards the coffin in the center of the stone platform in a daze.
Xuecun suddenly felt that he was obsessed with the ghost, and was summoned by his brother-in-law to do something dirty like to rob the tomb. He was eventually abandoned by him. It seemed that there was a certainty in the dark, so he couldn't blame his brother-in-law.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his life should be in such a disaster. He was destined to be a tribute to this witch two thousand years ago.
He usually has many books on elephant, number, and numerology. He didn't believe in these mysterious and mysterious fatalisms. There have been so many things happening today that he had to believe them firmly.
She gently touched her sexy black stockings thighs that were changing transparency due to wriggling, as if she was a little proud. She looked at Xuecun with her eyes half open, and she spit out her tongue and licked her pink lips. She made a soft moan and a slutty chuckling from her mouth. She was full of mediocrity and full of charming charm.
Liao Xuecun is a materialist. He originally did not believe in these superstitions of ghosts and gods, but today's strange things have to change his worldview.
He shook his head and thought to himself that the ancient beauties two thousand years ago could actually survive. This is a fantasy in fantasy novels and cannot be explained by modern knowledge. So were there stockings in ancient times, why did she grow socks out of thin air, and why did she suck blood and take her life?
What's so strange about these bizarre questions?
Is she a human, a ghost, a monster, or a god?
In short, I will die soon, why bother yourself
Death in the hands of gods and ghosts may not be more comfortable than death in humans.
The witch stretched out her slightly fleshy thigh under her stockings and leaned forward, leaning slightly, and leaning her toes against the tomb robber Song Yu, who was under the coffin.
At this time, Lao Song was no longer moving, he must have died.
The translucent black stockings wrapped around the slender legs, which complement the fleshy powder that is exposed. In this dark and stunning ancient tomb, not only makes Xuecun feel very beautiful and seductive, but also looks mysterious and weird.
The witch turned her back to Xuecun and smiled as if she was reciting a few spells, and hooked her fingers towards the darkness.
Liao Xuecun was surprised and saw a huge black shadow appearing in the dark opposite.
The black shadow slowly walked over, like a giant black iron tower
He was shocked when he sat on the ground, thinking that some ghost was summoned by the witch casting spell.
He kicked his feet forward in fear, and took a big step back
The woman looked back and giggled at Xuecun. Her laughter was light and demonic, with a hint of arrogant nobleness, just like a god looking at ordinary people, exuding a strange charm
A tower-like giant man was already trembling in the witch's seductive laughter, with a very ugly long face filled with a foolish smile
An extremely tall and strong body half-arched, as if carrying something heavy, staggeringly walking towards you
The terrified Xuecun only saw clearly that the giant man was not a monster, but Song Yu's scar ghost. He had forgotten his existence just now.
Now, he felt that this terrifying ugly man was his only friend and relative in this world
Scar, don't go over! He shouted to the big man
The woman smiled at the tall and majestic man in the mountain, and then opened her bra and opened her arms, revealing her beautiful white body in her wide robe, waiting for the big man to fall into her gentle trap
The scar ghost was almost pulled into the coffin by this demon girl. The black ancient pine wood coffin seemed to be a big mouth that was wide open, and swallowed the big man in a flash.
The woman happily watched the second portion of food step into the dining table she had arranged, and smiled happily
She leaned down and turned her sleeves out hard. The black robe rose up like a rotating cloud and then retracted it to cover it, covering the entire coffin and the big man.
As long as it is covered by this dark cloud that can eat people, it will be swallowed up quickly, including sperm and blood, and human life.
In the flash, Liao Xuecun only saw the scary ugly face covered with scared ghost. Such a tall and strong giant man was easily pulled into the coffin by a seemingly weak woman, and he was firmly controlled, and there was no room for resistance.
The beauty's light and graceful body seemed to have huge power hidden. She gently spread her beautiful legs in black stockings, and her weak and delicate body pressed the scar under her body.
The warm big fur coat that Scar, which was greedy by Song Yu, was now like a piece of paper, was gently torn apart by a pair of seemingly thin and weak hands of the witch, making a crisp sound like a crack in the silk.
Her dark eyes showed a terrifying desire, which was a combination of appetite and lust.
She sat on the man with a smile, pressed her hand on Scar's chest and stroked her, and played with it carefully
The ghostly black figure was shining on the cemetery tiles by the torch light, and pulled into a long shadow swaying with the fire, sweeping over the surrounding white bones, making it look extremely gloomy and terrifying.
The black stockings on the woman's snow-colored legs, which were like living creatures, began to move strangely, and the black stockings on the thighs changed to the shallow depth due to the squirming, which looked very strange and bizarre
I don't know whether it was from the witch's thigh or from the black stockings, unknown liquid that was sweating but not sweating continued to seep out, emitting a strange fragrance in the air, making people's minds echo.
As the black silk thighs twisted like snakes rubbed against Scar, the strange body fluids were slowly applied to the big man.
The woman was stuck on the scar ghost and clamped the man's thick and huge cock with the bends of her slender legs. The hideous black beast was pinched by the woman and tied with the reins, becoming obedient and gentle, as gentle as a cat. The soft and sexy black silk legs were just stuck in the sensitive area under the dark purple glans. The woman twisted slightly with rhythm and skill, which made Scar's face once again have a strange and silly smile.
Liao Xuecun felt that he could not be so cowardly anymore. Scar was his last friend in this world and could not ignore his safety.
He tried hard to stand up, and walked forward a few steps
The woman lying on Scar used her black stockings to eat the big man's life with her cock-snatched black legs, but turned her face to look at Xuecun as she approached her little by little, with a happy and charming smile on her face, and she let out a delicate and rapid breathing.
Scar, are you okay? Liao Xuecun shouted while walking, although Song Yu's past experience, he didn't have much hope for the response to Scar
This rough giant man answered whether he heard Xuecun's call or because the woman on his body was squeezed to climax and made a sound, he screamed in pain.
Although Scar didn't say anything, at least made a sound. This was the first time Liao Xuecun heard his voice in the past few days. His voice was unexpectedly sharp, like a woman, and it was seriously incompatible with his giant man's rough appearance.
At this time, Scar was not only ejaculating, but also ejaculated vigorously
The thick cannon standing straight and straight looks like a small fountain in the garden. The water spurts straight up from the urethra, drawing parabolas. A large amount of white semen kept falling on the black stockings of the woman's feet, on his own belly, on the woman's big butt and black silk robe
The violent and violent semen ejaculated far exceeds the amount of normal people, and the ejaculation time is much longer
He seemed to be burning his life, and suddenly burst out all the happiness accumulated in his life, and he selflessly dedicated it to this sucking banshee who asked for excessive demands on men's semen.
Feeling the seductive smell of male sperm in the air, the woman accelerated the stroking of her feet, and the two sexy soles wrapped in black stockings grind the thick cock of the Scar Ghost, making the semen spray even more violent and spectacular
Scar has never married a wife in his life. Song Yu had promised to buy him a wife after he made this ticket. Unexpectedly, he enjoyed the beautiful woman he never dared to hope for in this way. This ultimate happiness almost overwhelmed him.
In addition to feeling the wonderful happiness brought by the violent spasm of the lower body, his already insufficient brain was washed away by the unbearable sensory stimulation, and he simply forgot everything.
He used his last strength to try his best to cater to the two superb black stockings that seemed to really hook his soul away. He showed a silly and satisfied smile on his face. He ejaculated. The huge cock under him never softened. The thick white semen was still constantly washing the beauty's feet.
The happy lewd smiles of women and the miserable wails of men kept echoing in the coffin. It was not until a pair of slender jade hands grabbed the edge of the coffin that the stirring sound gradually subsided.
After walking to the snow village under the stone platform, he clearly felt that the woman's arms stretched out from the coffin wall became plump and full again, tender and white as a lotus root, and were so touching.
He knew that the banshee had sucked the man's semen and repaired his body, but he didn't know what the Scar ghost was doing, so he became even more worried.
Scar! Liao Xuecun stepped onto the stone platform and shouted, Scar, how are you doing? Are you okay?
I wonder if Scar had been swallowed up by the witch and couldn't make a sound, or if he was half a mute, in short, Scar did not respond, only the sad shouts of the young teacher echoed in the empty tomb chamber
The woman's body was still twisting and undulating, squeezing the man beneath her, while looking at the anxious and weak teacher in the audience, her face full of delicacy, and her face was full of charm.
She reached out to Liao Xuecun and hooked her slender fingers, then pointed at her under her, as if she was saying to Xuecun, "Your friend is lying here, he is dead or alive, don't you care?"
Come and have a look!
Xuecun understands that this is the witch of the sperm, reminding herself that the situation of Scar is a bit bad
He knew that he was her next target. As long as he walked over now, he would end up like Scar and Song Yu, two tomb robbers.
Liao Xuecun hesitated and shouted again: Scar, what have you done to him?
The answer to Xuecun was a witch with a cold look, as if she was mocking his weakness, with contempt in her eyes
Seeing that the woman was still twisting, the man's moans were heard intermittently under her body, and the voice was filled with pain and weakness. He became more and more worried and walked up the table with his teeth. He just wanted to see if the scar was still breathing. Even if he went up, he just threw himself into the trap, and he couldn't care about it.
The woman stroked her snow-white and slightly bulging belly under her robe, smiled softly at the man who was walking towards her, and said something that Xuecun couldn't understand.
The beautiful and beautiful female voice was like a young rural history teacher panting and moaning in the ears of a young rural history teacher, as if she had the magic that could charm people, which made him confused and walked towards the coffin in the center of the stone platform in a daze.
Xuecun suddenly felt that he was obsessed with the ghost, and was summoned by his brother-in-law to do something dirty like to rob the tomb. He was eventually abandoned by him. It seemed that there was a certainty in the dark, so he couldn't blame his brother-in-law.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his life should be in such a disaster. He was destined to be a tribute to this witch two thousand years ago.
He usually has many books on elephant, number, and numerology. He didn't believe in these mysterious and mysterious fatalisms. There have been so many things happening today that he had to believe them firmly.
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