The two breasts were rubbed red and swollen, and the nipple tips were repeatedly clamped and pulled, which was hard and sensitive.
Li Jin gently scratched his breast beads with his fingers, appreciating the pretty face of the quiet and spring-filled love.
It is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that it is charming.
His eyes slid away from her snow-white and pink body. Li Jin held another white hair and swept the jade cup a few times to drain some water.
The hair was soft and delicate. Li Jin put it between Chen Jingshu's legs, separated the vaginal petals with his left hand, and poked the white hair into it.
Ah……
The rabbit hair swept to the tight hole, and Chen Jingshu couldn't help but become excited again, and her slow breathing became worse.
Li Jin smiled secretly, but his movements were still not rushing or slow. He was like dipping ink to draw and write, stretching his pen at the mouth of the hole and tapping wet dew.
The tip of the hair brushed across the hole, and Chen Jingshu felt itchy, her vaginal petals shrank, and her burning little mouth was spitting water, and she was lustful.
Jin'er...
Her body was stirred and hot, and she was burned by fire. Chen Jingshu twisted her waist, intending to escape, but she seemed to cater to her.
The round toes curled up, and Chen Jingshu moaned gently, feeling that the place was both uncomfortable and comfortable, which was extremely contradictory.
Ah Yes...
Her white breasts were trembling and soft, and Chen Jingshu stretched out her spine, and her vagina was wet and soft.
I really want Jin'er to insert it!
Suddenly, such an idea came out as shamelessly, which brought even more desire. Chen Jingshu couldn't help but thrust her waist and hips, and wanted to cater to her.
Li Jin finally dipped the white hair into her vaginal fluid, waved her hand to touch her wrist, tapped Chen Jingshu's collarbone, and wrote it on her body.
The strokes seemed very complicated, with white hair wandering around and turning, sweeping across the nipple several times, and applying a shiny touch to the red and swollen beans.
Um……
Chen Jingshu was so hard that she could not do it. Bai Hao had different priorities with her capacity. She passed by, waves after wave, itch or numb.
The desire has been flirted with to the extreme, and Li Jin just smiled and said: Sister Chen does it?
Um...
How could he say a shameful word? Chen Jingshu blushed and hesitated. Li Jin waved her white hair and swept her lower abdomen, pressing her blood on the congested flower core.
The hair is wrapped in the small core intimately, and the threads are scattered and dancing lightly, stimulating the tender skin with a trembling pleasure.
Ha Ah...
It was itchy, so I wanted to be rubbed roughly to relieve itch, but Li Jin didn't, so he brushed the white hair into the vagina.
He quickly shook his penis and swept his hair into his vagina dozens of strokes. Seeing that his lustful mouth was constantly revealing, Li Jin suddenly split his lip and inserted the white hair into the hole.
Ah……
Chen Jingshu shouted and clamped it tightly below.
Li Jin pushed the white hair upwards and slightly against the inner wall, turned it up first, and then swept the inner wall and hooked it out.
Guzi...
The liquid flowed freely, and Chen Jingshu bit her lips very happily, sobbing and looking at Li Jin in confusion, with infinite intentions.
Li Jin's throat moved, but he forced himself to resist the surging desire.
She untied the red silk, put down Chen Jingshu's legs, and then put the white hair on Bishan as if nothing had happened.
OK, Li Jin blinked at Chen Jingshu in a narrow voice, "Don't Sister Chen punish me?" Have you learned what you just now?
……
Suddenly, Chen Jingshu knew that she was playing with her when she looked at Li Jin's slightly proud corner of her lips!
It is inevitable that she was ashamed and annoyed. Chen Jingshu turned over and sat up with a backbone, glanced at Li Jin hard, and turned her back and ignored her.
Qingqing?
Li Jin was stunned for a moment, hurriedly leaned over, put his chin on Shen Jingshu's shoulder, and started to be fooled.
Why is Sister Chen angry again?
He rubbed her left and right, and Chen Jingshu was so angry that she smiled.
But this time, you must not tolerate the traitor. Taking advantage of Li Jin's coquettishness, Chen Jingshu suddenly turned around and threw her on the brocade quilt.
One hand quickly touched Li Jin's vagina, covered her caress, and clamped the soft and tender stamen beads with two slender fingers and rubbed them in a similar way.
Um?
Li Jin did not expect that Chen Jingshu was so proactive. She was shocked and even more excited. She quickly spread her legs and asked for fun.
Said, Chen Jingshu raised her chin and Jin'er wanted me to get you.
This time, Li Jin smiled and sat up with his arms.
Sister Chen wants to fuck me?
With a habitual eyebrow raised, Li Jin slowly approached Chen Jingshu, whose face was flushed and blew a sigh of relief at her lips.
You, don't... so close.
Exhale like orchid, Chen Jingshu suddenly felt uncomfortable, turned her head to avoid the other party's teasing sight, and said shyly: You, you lie down.
After all, she still likes to be shy. Li Jin chuckled, still supporting her right hand, and stretched her left hand between her legs, touching Chen Jingshu's wrist, and retracting the back of her hand slit by sliver.
Don’t be shy, she rubbed Chen Jingshu’s earlobe and tempted her lowly, word by word: Sister Chen, can you punish Jin'er well?
……
At the third hour of Si, Chang'an, the residence of the right prime minister.
Bai Qiushui carried a candlelight and entered the side courtyard from the side door.
This is the small courtyard, but because it is remote and neglected to take care of it, it is overgrown with weeds, the doors and windows of the small hall are damaged, and the black mold is crawled on the beams, which is very desolate.
Entering in this time even makes people feel a little scared.
But Bai Qiushui was used to it. She wandered around the world and made a living by assassination. She was used to the cold light of swords and swords. She walked with hundreds of ghosts in many dark nights. She trained her early and was extremely courageous, which was absolutely comparable to people.
As the dead leaves were stomping under his feet moaned, the white autumn water surface was as cold as water, passing through the deserted courtyard and climbing two steps.
The room was pitch black, Bai Qiushui slowly opened the door, the old door shaft was like a crack, the sound of the crack was long and harsh, which was particularly strange at night, which was creepy.
Bai Qiushui walked past the threshold, walked to the middle of the house, and put the three hook chains of the candlelight aside.
She sat cross-legged, facing the woman with her hands and feet tied with thick ropes and blindfolded with black cloth.
Three steps away, the candlelight can clearly illuminate the woman's face.
Half-old Xu Niang (ancient woman thirty years old) is a woman who has lost her youth, but her skin is still fair and firm, like a girl with 28 years of age, and there is no trace of being etched by time.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked like spring was rippling.
Whose person are you?
Bai Qiushui covered her hands on her knees, staring at the female assassin with her eyes down and stared coldly at the female assassin.
The female assassin was lit with acupuncture point. After locking in here, Bai Qiushui dipped the silver needle into the cartilage powder and then entered her large acupuncture point.
Even if she didn't use a rope to tie her up, she didn't have the strength to resist and was limp.
Seeing the things in front of him, the female assassin tried his best to move his neck, and wanted to open the black cloth.
Bai Qiushui recognized her twisting weakly, and finally asked: Whose person are you?
The exact same problem is just the sound is even more low.
The coldness was like a poisonous snake that spitted out a letter, as if it was getting into the clothes and climbing along the spine. The female assassin shook inexplicably.
Whose person are you?
Bai Qiushui asked this question for the third time.
The female assassin had sweat on his forehead, but he was still silent.
A gust of wind passed by, and the two men who had been assassins stood silently in this dilapidated house.
The candlelight shivered, the shadows on the ground trembled and flickered, the flames twisted and danced, and finally disappeared with a puff.
Suddenly, the dark and thick fog came over, but Bai Qiushui's eyelids did not blink for a moment, and she remained as motionless as a mountain.
The eyes were as dark as they were.
I heard that people who practice Mèi art have sexual lust and often need male yang liquid to inject into the uterus and nourish the uterus.
The female assassin did not respond, as if an old monk had entered into meditation.
The mèi technique is maintained entirely by the Gu insects raised in the uterus. Now both of your insects are dead, but their lust is still there. What would you do if I found hundreds of men to get along with you in one day?
No matter how lustful the woman's hole is, she can't stand the intercourse with hundreds of men in one day. The lustful insects are long-lasting. The more the escorts are, the more they get, the more they get, but the body cannot bear it, and will eventually be directly inserted and die.
The female assassin finally couldn't help but shivered with a bloody and bleak ending.
Whose person are you?
Yu, Yu King...
Li Jin gently scratched his breast beads with his fingers, appreciating the pretty face of the quiet and spring-filled love.
It is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that it is charming.
His eyes slid away from her snow-white and pink body. Li Jin held another white hair and swept the jade cup a few times to drain some water.
The hair was soft and delicate. Li Jin put it between Chen Jingshu's legs, separated the vaginal petals with his left hand, and poked the white hair into it.
Ah……
The rabbit hair swept to the tight hole, and Chen Jingshu couldn't help but become excited again, and her slow breathing became worse.
Li Jin smiled secretly, but his movements were still not rushing or slow. He was like dipping ink to draw and write, stretching his pen at the mouth of the hole and tapping wet dew.
The tip of the hair brushed across the hole, and Chen Jingshu felt itchy, her vaginal petals shrank, and her burning little mouth was spitting water, and she was lustful.
Jin'er...
Her body was stirred and hot, and she was burned by fire. Chen Jingshu twisted her waist, intending to escape, but she seemed to cater to her.
The round toes curled up, and Chen Jingshu moaned gently, feeling that the place was both uncomfortable and comfortable, which was extremely contradictory.
Ah Yes...
Her white breasts were trembling and soft, and Chen Jingshu stretched out her spine, and her vagina was wet and soft.
I really want Jin'er to insert it!
Suddenly, such an idea came out as shamelessly, which brought even more desire. Chen Jingshu couldn't help but thrust her waist and hips, and wanted to cater to her.
Li Jin finally dipped the white hair into her vaginal fluid, waved her hand to touch her wrist, tapped Chen Jingshu's collarbone, and wrote it on her body.
The strokes seemed very complicated, with white hair wandering around and turning, sweeping across the nipple several times, and applying a shiny touch to the red and swollen beans.
Um……
Chen Jingshu was so hard that she could not do it. Bai Hao had different priorities with her capacity. She passed by, waves after wave, itch or numb.
The desire has been flirted with to the extreme, and Li Jin just smiled and said: Sister Chen does it?
Um...
How could he say a shameful word? Chen Jingshu blushed and hesitated. Li Jin waved her white hair and swept her lower abdomen, pressing her blood on the congested flower core.
The hair is wrapped in the small core intimately, and the threads are scattered and dancing lightly, stimulating the tender skin with a trembling pleasure.
Ha Ah...
It was itchy, so I wanted to be rubbed roughly to relieve itch, but Li Jin didn't, so he brushed the white hair into the vagina.
He quickly shook his penis and swept his hair into his vagina dozens of strokes. Seeing that his lustful mouth was constantly revealing, Li Jin suddenly split his lip and inserted the white hair into the hole.
Ah……
Chen Jingshu shouted and clamped it tightly below.
Li Jin pushed the white hair upwards and slightly against the inner wall, turned it up first, and then swept the inner wall and hooked it out.
Guzi...
The liquid flowed freely, and Chen Jingshu bit her lips very happily, sobbing and looking at Li Jin in confusion, with infinite intentions.
Li Jin's throat moved, but he forced himself to resist the surging desire.
She untied the red silk, put down Chen Jingshu's legs, and then put the white hair on Bishan as if nothing had happened.
OK, Li Jin blinked at Chen Jingshu in a narrow voice, "Don't Sister Chen punish me?" Have you learned what you just now?
……
Suddenly, Chen Jingshu knew that she was playing with her when she looked at Li Jin's slightly proud corner of her lips!
It is inevitable that she was ashamed and annoyed. Chen Jingshu turned over and sat up with a backbone, glanced at Li Jin hard, and turned her back and ignored her.
Qingqing?
Li Jin was stunned for a moment, hurriedly leaned over, put his chin on Shen Jingshu's shoulder, and started to be fooled.
Why is Sister Chen angry again?
He rubbed her left and right, and Chen Jingshu was so angry that she smiled.
But this time, you must not tolerate the traitor. Taking advantage of Li Jin's coquettishness, Chen Jingshu suddenly turned around and threw her on the brocade quilt.
One hand quickly touched Li Jin's vagina, covered her caress, and clamped the soft and tender stamen beads with two slender fingers and rubbed them in a similar way.
Um?
Li Jin did not expect that Chen Jingshu was so proactive. She was shocked and even more excited. She quickly spread her legs and asked for fun.
Said, Chen Jingshu raised her chin and Jin'er wanted me to get you.
This time, Li Jin smiled and sat up with his arms.
Sister Chen wants to fuck me?
With a habitual eyebrow raised, Li Jin slowly approached Chen Jingshu, whose face was flushed and blew a sigh of relief at her lips.
You, don't... so close.
Exhale like orchid, Chen Jingshu suddenly felt uncomfortable, turned her head to avoid the other party's teasing sight, and said shyly: You, you lie down.
After all, she still likes to be shy. Li Jin chuckled, still supporting her right hand, and stretched her left hand between her legs, touching Chen Jingshu's wrist, and retracting the back of her hand slit by sliver.
Don’t be shy, she rubbed Chen Jingshu’s earlobe and tempted her lowly, word by word: Sister Chen, can you punish Jin'er well?
……
At the third hour of Si, Chang'an, the residence of the right prime minister.
Bai Qiushui carried a candlelight and entered the side courtyard from the side door.
This is the small courtyard, but because it is remote and neglected to take care of it, it is overgrown with weeds, the doors and windows of the small hall are damaged, and the black mold is crawled on the beams, which is very desolate.
Entering in this time even makes people feel a little scared.
But Bai Qiushui was used to it. She wandered around the world and made a living by assassination. She was used to the cold light of swords and swords. She walked with hundreds of ghosts in many dark nights. She trained her early and was extremely courageous, which was absolutely comparable to people.
As the dead leaves were stomping under his feet moaned, the white autumn water surface was as cold as water, passing through the deserted courtyard and climbing two steps.
The room was pitch black, Bai Qiushui slowly opened the door, the old door shaft was like a crack, the sound of the crack was long and harsh, which was particularly strange at night, which was creepy.
Bai Qiushui walked past the threshold, walked to the middle of the house, and put the three hook chains of the candlelight aside.
She sat cross-legged, facing the woman with her hands and feet tied with thick ropes and blindfolded with black cloth.
Three steps away, the candlelight can clearly illuminate the woman's face.
Half-old Xu Niang (ancient woman thirty years old) is a woman who has lost her youth, but her skin is still fair and firm, like a girl with 28 years of age, and there is no trace of being etched by time.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked like spring was rippling.
Whose person are you?
Bai Qiushui covered her hands on her knees, staring at the female assassin with her eyes down and stared coldly at the female assassin.
The female assassin was lit with acupuncture point. After locking in here, Bai Qiushui dipped the silver needle into the cartilage powder and then entered her large acupuncture point.
Even if she didn't use a rope to tie her up, she didn't have the strength to resist and was limp.
Seeing the things in front of him, the female assassin tried his best to move his neck, and wanted to open the black cloth.
Bai Qiushui recognized her twisting weakly, and finally asked: Whose person are you?
The exact same problem is just the sound is even more low.
The coldness was like a poisonous snake that spitted out a letter, as if it was getting into the clothes and climbing along the spine. The female assassin shook inexplicably.
Whose person are you?
Bai Qiushui asked this question for the third time.
The female assassin had sweat on his forehead, but he was still silent.
A gust of wind passed by, and the two men who had been assassins stood silently in this dilapidated house.
The candlelight shivered, the shadows on the ground trembled and flickered, the flames twisted and danced, and finally disappeared with a puff.
Suddenly, the dark and thick fog came over, but Bai Qiushui's eyelids did not blink for a moment, and she remained as motionless as a mountain.
The eyes were as dark as they were.
I heard that people who practice Mèi art have sexual lust and often need male yang liquid to inject into the uterus and nourish the uterus.
The female assassin did not respond, as if an old monk had entered into meditation.
The mèi technique is maintained entirely by the Gu insects raised in the uterus. Now both of your insects are dead, but their lust is still there. What would you do if I found hundreds of men to get along with you in one day?
No matter how lustful the woman's hole is, she can't stand the intercourse with hundreds of men in one day. The lustful insects are long-lasting. The more the escorts are, the more they get, the more they get, but the body cannot bear it, and will eventually be directly inserted and die.
The female assassin finally couldn't help but shivered with a bloody and bleak ending.
Whose person are you?
Yu, Yu King...
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