Chapter 29 The Romantic Prince (WeiH)

The next two days, the ecstasy in the meal seemed to have increased the weight. Ning Wan knew that Pu Guzhen gradually lost her patience and was willing to go on a hunger strike. Pu Guzhen stared at her and used it. If she didn't eat it, she would use it as a punishment for rubbing her sensitive parts.

Her body became hotter and hotter, and it seemed that a stream of evil fire burned the bones lightened. Her two nipples had been congested and swollen. After a little movement, she was slightly stinged by the sesame seed, which made her desire burn her body. The spilled liquid from below had already swept the fabric under her buttocks.

Ning Wan felt that she was about to be separated from her spirit and flesh, and her body betrayed her will. When Pu Guzhen came in, the strong man's aura almost made her unable to control her.

Pu Gu Zhen endured it for more than ten days, and her eyes had already been dyed blood red. At this moment, she saw the woman beneath her whispering, her fingers clenched and then loosened, her two straight thighs were tightly tugged together. He, who had always been restrained and never indulged in desire, also breathed rapidly, and a hot hard object in the stall pushed up the high tent.

Ah... Ning Wan's low humming was already filled with tears, and her eyes were covered with thin fog of tears.

Please me, I will satisfy you if you ask me.Pu Guzhen's voice was filled with desire, like a monster from hell, seducing her to fall.

Ning Wan still shook her head, the soft and charming voice was more like a moan, but the words she spoke were not as good as Pu Gu's true meaning: No...no...

My thoughts began to blur. Unexpectedly... since I was captured, I was not executed immediately, interrogated, and tortured, nor was I taken turns to ravage, or even raped. Is it... Is I going to die from the burning fire of desire?

In a daze, he seemed to hear a fight outside the small window. Ning Wanxiao was still dreaming of Her saves beauty before he died.

pityer... Wake up, my good pityer... I feel like I fall into a familiar and anxious embrace. Who is pityer?

Ning Wanqiang opened his eyes and encountered a pair of haggard tearful eyes, dark skin, a bloody wound on his cheeks, and a messy beard around his lips.

Fang... Fang Junchi, it's you.Ning Wan's body was able to recognize the person in front of her faster than her. She turned over and pressed all the weight on the man.

Fang Junchi almost cried bitterly, and there was no such thing as a romantic young man who was so noble and famous in Beijing. His iron arms only tightly clasped the charming man who had lost and recovered from his arms: It's me, I'm late...

Ning Wan did not reminisce about the past with him, but turned her head to bite the man's earlobe and leaned against his ear. Every word had a hot temperature: Fang Junchi, I want you to fuck me hard.

There was no need to say much or tease, and the blood rushed towards his lower body with a bang in his mind.

It was not that he didn't see her abnormality. At first, he only thought it was the high fever caused by the confinement, but now it seems that it is definitely not that simple.

This Pu Guzhen, he will definitely cut him into pieces!

Fang Junchi quickly hugged the woman who was still panting and wriggling in his arms, kicked open the wooden door next to him, and ordered in a deep voice: Look at the door, no one is allowed to come in and disturb him.

He resisted the impulse to find a place and placed her on an abandoned wooden table. A pair of jade arms as soft as snakes had already penetrated between his legs, holding the thick things through the clothes, and murmured: Jun Chi... Give it to me, I want to eat... The little mouth below wants to eat a big cock...

At this moment, all the worries and fears along the way were abandoned. The joy of losing and regaining filled Fang Junchi's empty heart, and all turned into a vast desire, just wanting to rub her body, mind, spirit and flesh into her body, and the two were combined into one.