Chapter 11: The Great Monk (H)

Huaian leaned over again, kissing his penis between his legs and said softly: You won’t be too tired in this position, I can keep watching you.

His eyes were bright and his face was so beautiful and handsome. He said he wanted to keep looking at me... Ning Wan's heart was rippling, a heart that was so sad and full. She blinked disguisedly: Then what are you waiting for?

Huaian did not hesitate anymore, and his waist sank, and his huge penis penetrated into the muddy pussy.

Even after doing it for so long, the inside was still as tight as silk. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to disarm under the huge impact, and started thrusting quickly.

Pull out the whole piece again and then sink it into it.

The bulging meat bag slapped her anus, which had been soaked in her early days, making a sound of slap.

He stretched out his hands to hold her body that was swept back, causing the two pubic bones to collide, and they all saw her passionate breast waves and soul-absorbing states.

Ah...Huai'an... Too fast... I don't want...Ah... Ning Wan moaned, her two white and tender hands grabbed the big palm pressing on her waist, maintaining her balance, as fast as a pile driving speed made her suspect that she would be sent to the clouds in the next second.

Qingyi... Huaian leaned over and held the beating and swaying red fruit in his mouth, causing the woman beneath her to hum more gentlely, with a slight nasal sound, and was still spinning. Qingyi, you open your eyes.

Ning Wan twisted her body and opened her eyes obediently. Her flat abdomen was drawn into her eyes. When she penetrated the deepest, she drew the shape of her glans.

The stimulation made her spurts of vaginal fluid. Oh my god... it's too deep... um... I can't stand it...

She reached out to touch the slight bulge, feeling his heat and desire through her skin.

Well... With her gentle press, the sensitive glans was pressed to a point. Huaian, who had been silent and breathing more severely, could not help but hum, and his waist sank violently hit the fragile heart.

Even though the bed was so intense, the bed made of sandalwood under them was still calm and unmoving. After a long time, the two hugged each other again to reach the peak.

The sky outside the window was already pitch black, the night was dark, and there were no stars.

Xiao Shitou squatted silently at the door of the master's Zen Courtyard. He saw the master holding Fu Tanyue into his meditation room. For him, it was normal for the master and Fu Tanyue to get along alone, but today seems...a little different.

He turned his head and couldn't figure it out. When the two uncles took Fu Tanyue away, he felt something was wrong and immediately turned around and reported to the master.

The master, who had always been calm and self-controlled and had no change in his color even if the sky was rolling, suddenly turned pale and followed him hurriedly to the Zen room of the two uncles, kicking over several flower pots rewarded by the emperor along the way.

When he arrived outside a strange house, the master refused to allow him to go in.

Then what exactly happened inside?What caused Mr. Huairen to tie them up and send them away?

Xiao Shitou tilted his head, and Fu Tanyue often brought her Zen food pastries and fresh fruits and vegetables. She was a good person.The master takes in his own teachings and is also a good person.It seems that the bad guy is definitely the two uncles...

He was engrossed in his eyes by counting his fingers. At some point, Master Huairen stood in front of him and put his palms together: Xiao Shitou, where is the abbot?

Meditation in the meditation room.

Oh, why not hold the lights?

Xiao Shitou was a little panicked for no reason. He squinted his head, and his heart cleared his throat and said: Master, his Buddhist teachings have improved recently, and his six consciousnesses are clear. Why do you need to hold a lamp?

Huairen was respectful and admired when he heard this and left alone.