Chapter 2: The Romantic Prince (WeiH)

All the courtesans have their own independent courtyards, and the Qing Pity is no exception.

It is a very luxurious thing to have a small courtyard with three inches of land in Shangjing, where every inch of land is valuable, but only the poor family sends their unaffordable daughter to this fireworks land.

After all, there are many different religions and prostitutes, and they are even inferior to prostitutes. The women in the building have a short flowering period and are indifferent to the joys. There are countless beauty here, and there are endless tears.

Thinking about the days ahead, Ning Wan, who was wearing the beautiful prostitute, rarely became stunned.

When Fang Junchi picked up the veil-like tent, he saw the stunning woman's expression was empty, and the naturally raised lips also had a hint of innocence that was ignorant of the world.

When I saw the man standing quietly at the corner of my eyes, my dark eyes suddenly became vivid and my bones were born: Prince Yu, I will cherish my family more tonight.

You are the one who doesn’t want to be the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who isPrince Yu is famous for his romantic reputation, his voice is gentle and gentle, and he listens with great affection.

As expected, Qingpity's face turned red, like jade dyed with rouge, which was so beautiful.

The heart moved at will, and King Yu leaned over her delicate chin with one finger: Don’t complain about the pain later.

The woman took apart her eyes, and her slender feather eyelashes left two shadows like a crescent moon, which included the girl's shyness and the boundless charm of a woman. Fang Junchi gently peeled off her wide robe with his big hand, which attracted the woman's exclamation, but the sight of him suffocated him to breathe.

I saw it very clearly in the audience before. Now I got close to it and found that Sai Xue's skin was extremely delicate, white and shiny, thin and not tired, and her bones and flesh were evenly stopped. It could not increase a minute or reduce a cent. It also exuded a faint body fragrance.

The two squid breasts on the chest are developed softly and softly, and the two cherry-pink breast tips on it are exquisitely decorated.

She pulled down into her slender waistline. Because of her shyness, her straight and round legs were tightly closed, revealing only a little light fluff in it, but it made people even more imaginative about the scenery between her legs.

A trace of out-of-control light flashed in Fang Junchi's passionate peach blossom eyes. He adjusted his breathing secretly, lay beside the woman, rubbing the corners of her raised lips with his fingertips. The tentacles were tender and warm. However, she suddenly opened her lips lightly, and she stretched out her wet tongue and licked his fingers.

Fang Junchi felt a numbness coming from his fingertips, and he raised his eyebrows: Little Pity is really a beauty.

The prince made fun of the slave family.The breath she exhaled was fragrant, her eyebrows and eyes were coquettish, and she took the opportunity to hold his slender knuckles in her mouth and licked them eroticly.

Hiss... It turns out that he was a trained person. His tongue was warm, soft, elastic, and slippery. It was wrapped around his fingers and felt delicately touched. Fang Junchi couldn't help but wonder if it was also ecstatic when it licked the cock. Thinking of this, his crotch was already as hard as iron.

When he pulled out his fingers, he made a pop, bringing out some lewd silver threads. Fang Junchi turned over and kissed her lips. His big tongue first licked the corners of his tender lips, and then he pried open the lip line without any worries, tangling with the flexible and soft little tongue, making a sound of stains and stains.

Qing Pity's body was already sensitive. At this moment, his palate was brushed by his big tongue, and his skin trembled all over his body, and he couldn't help but arch his body to wrap around and ask for more touches.

His luxurious clothes rubbed against his naked skin, which was very comfortable and harsh, and his body was itchy.

So when the big hand quietly held one of the full breasts, a tender moan overflowed from the woman's throat that was forced to swallow. The emotional voice was so delicate that it was like a handful of soft and hard flames that burned Fang Junchi's last trace of reason.