I like it very much, so I give you such a birthday gift, so I can't stand it.
Yao Ji has always been very thin, but she is never afraid to express her feelings.
As for you, she really wants to ask this question, is your obsession with me the kind of intention I expected?
But she didn't ask these two words after all. She was as smart as hers, so how could she not see that Liu Chenzhou was stunned for a moment?
A little embarrassed flashed across his face very quickly.The face that was always flawless suddenly broke, but Yao Ji didn't see the expression after the crack, and reached out to cover her eyes.
Well... The thick and hard cock was stabbed in at once, and the force was so strong that she couldn't hold her back and soften her body on the desk.
Only his round little butt was still sticking out high, being grabbed by the man and kneaded and squeezed. With the fucking like a storm, it made a crackling sound with the groin.
Ah, Ah...well Ah...Ah...
The mind was taken away in an instant, and she was already very familiar with her body, so Liu Chenzhou easily found the sensitive soft flesh on the flower wall and grinded it directly to Yao Ji's vaginal fluid flowing, and she had no extra energy to think about anything else.
She suddenly felt a little aggrieved, why didn't he say it, why did she escape?Even if he doesn't like it, even if the answer is not what she wants, she doesn't want to get such a response.
But the pleasure came very fiercely, and soon she became immersed in the climax that surged in waves like waves.
My little mouth was just moaning, and she knelt on the desk and was fucked to death. The vaginal fluid flowed out not only wet her entire thighs, but also dripping from her feet.
That night, she had no idea when she fell asleep.
In the intermittent memory, she was the only one who fainted by the hot semen, and then woke up by the man, leaned against his chest and was held on her thigh and fucked.
The two of them were so wet that the lower body that they had tightly bonded was so wet. I thought that Liu Chenzhou had taught someone to send hot water to help her clean it up, otherwise the white turbid that was slapped and piled together would be so lewd.
Even so, the girl's thighs were still completely wet again soon.
A large amount of vaginal fluid surged out, and a large amount of thick slurry sprayed in again. Her belly became more and more bloated, and the center of her legs was wet and dry, and wet and wet.
At the end of the memory, she was lying naked on the desk, and Liu Chenzhou lifted up his purple hair and wrote on her delicate and smooth body.
The originally mutton fat-like snow skin was green and red, and the stars were covered with kiss marks, which was slightly worse than the mess between the legs.
As for the small flower pussy, there is no need to say. The long-term fucking made the two clam meat petals unable to close. The bright red meat inside was exposed. The man rubbed his fingers for a while, and then the little bitch was cold and shrank and returned to his calmness.
However, the lust in the stamen petals could not be swollen, and it protruded hard from the labia. After half a month, Yao Ji didn't dare to wear underwear. Otherwise, as long as she rubbed her up, even the thin silk material would make the jade beads swollen and itchy, and then the hole was spitting.
When she woke up slowly, it was already dusk the next day.The place she is in is not Liu's mansion, but the Nanyuan she is familiar with.
With her sore body supported, Yao Ji wanted to sit up, but her legs hurt when she moved.She was trying to call people, but she found that her voice was hoarse, which was the sequelae left after a whole night of moaning.
In desperation, she had to grab the bed post and try to get out of bed.During the movement, I accidentally pulled my clothes open and the wide neckline slid down.With a certain vision, Yao Ji found that there seemed to be red marks on her chest.
It was not the kiss mark left by the man, but a few words.
She remembered that when Liu Chenzhou was in a state of confusion, he had brushed his brush on his body, and the brush was dripping with red balm and moved on the snow skin. A purple hair was a light scratch of tens of millions of thick and hard hair.
The excitement made her sobbing and begging for mercy, and she almost couldn't help but become incontinent in shame.
As soon as he thought about this, the girl's face turned red.
She hurriedly covered her clothes. She wanted to quickly wash away all the ridiculous traces with water, but she was curious about what Liu Chenzhou had written.
After thinking about it, she didn't call anyone.He walked to the mirror table and gently took off his clothes and saw two lines of small characters in the mirror.
The handwriting was impartial and fell on her plump breasts.There are red marks on the fresh snow-like milk mound, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, both delicate and gorgeous and very gorgeous.
Red scars are fourteen words
Only when you don’t miss you in your life will you miss you, and it will hurt you.
Empress?
Zhu'er's light voice interrupted Yao Ji's thoughts. She held her cheek with her hands, and then she seemed to have just woken up: Xu En is back?
Waiting outside the door, the empress said she would not disturb her...
Holding up the teacup, she took a sip: Let him come in.
After traveling back and forth between the south garden of Beijing several times a day, Xu En was exhausted and just got off the horse, and was even a little breathless.
As soon as he entered the door, he was not angry and hurriedly presented the things in his sleeve to Yao Ji: Empress, these are collected by me, and there are also handwritten books left by my master in the Nei Shutang.
A thick stack of paper, both new and old, and some of the ink marks are blurred, but the handwriting on it can be seen that it was written by the same person.
The difference is that the more you write it at the end, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be, and the more mature the handwriting will become.
Yao Ji took it and looked carefully from beginning to end. The more she looked, the more confused she felt.These handwritings... are completely different from the two lines of red marks on her chest.
The former is round and atmospheric, and is a standard pavilion.
The latter is quite sensual. Even if it is written with the words "Lovely Love" and the words "It is extremely erotic", you can still see the quilt of the handwriting itself.
When she first saw the two lines of red marks, her face turned red first, and then she was stunned.
What surged in my heart was an uncontrollable surprise, and the tip of my tongue was sweet at first, then astringent.
If this was the response of that person... I noticed the sourness at the tip of my nose, Yao Ji realized that she was not concerned, but she felt wronged.
Dead eunuch... She murmured in a low voice, confessing her love, and likes her as she likes her, and pretending to be facial paralysis, which made me think...
Speaking of this, she hurriedly sniffed, not wanting to lose her composure.Even if you want to cry, you have to cry in front of the arrogant and cry for him!
Thinking of this in her heart, she couldn't help but read the two lines of words in front of the mirror over and over again.The tip of the tongue kept savoring, and the faint astringency turned into sweetness without realizing it.
Just as he looked, Yao Ji felt that the handwriting looked familiar.
It seems that she had only seen Liu Chenzhou's word once, which was the note pressed under the box of ointment that he sent to Zhujing Hall after he first trained Yao Ji.
Yao Ji has always had a good memory. When she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was not the same as these two lines. Instead... She read these two lines again carefully and frowned unknowingly. Why is it quite similar to Mr. Liu Quan's words...
Mr. Liu Quan may be Yongshu, and no one can confirm this matter, but this speculation should not be wrong based on Yongshu's life and where those calligraphy and paintings were discovered.
Why is Liu Chenzhou's handwriting similar to the deposed emperor who died of self-immolation more than ten years ago?
Yao Ji was confused. After sorting out and washing, she called Xu En over: Do you have your master’s handwritten letters?
Xu Endao: I have occasionally sent letters from my servant and my master, but the letters are all left in Beijing and are not carried with me.
She thought about it and ordered Xu En to go back to Beijing to get it.At this time, I took it in my hand and saw that the handwriting was exactly the same as the note under the ointment.
A person has two kinds of handwriting.One is revealed in front of others, and the other is written on her breasts, obviously only for her, and only the two of them can read.
Thinking of the previous doubts and clues connected with each other, Yao Ji couldn't help but have an incredible and reasonable idea in her mind. Could it be that Liu Chenzhou is the descendant of Yongshu...
Yao Ji has always been very thin, but she is never afraid to express her feelings.
As for you, she really wants to ask this question, is your obsession with me the kind of intention I expected?
But she didn't ask these two words after all. She was as smart as hers, so how could she not see that Liu Chenzhou was stunned for a moment?
A little embarrassed flashed across his face very quickly.The face that was always flawless suddenly broke, but Yao Ji didn't see the expression after the crack, and reached out to cover her eyes.
Well... The thick and hard cock was stabbed in at once, and the force was so strong that she couldn't hold her back and soften her body on the desk.
Only his round little butt was still sticking out high, being grabbed by the man and kneaded and squeezed. With the fucking like a storm, it made a crackling sound with the groin.
Ah, Ah...well Ah...Ah...
The mind was taken away in an instant, and she was already very familiar with her body, so Liu Chenzhou easily found the sensitive soft flesh on the flower wall and grinded it directly to Yao Ji's vaginal fluid flowing, and she had no extra energy to think about anything else.
She suddenly felt a little aggrieved, why didn't he say it, why did she escape?Even if he doesn't like it, even if the answer is not what she wants, she doesn't want to get such a response.
But the pleasure came very fiercely, and soon she became immersed in the climax that surged in waves like waves.
My little mouth was just moaning, and she knelt on the desk and was fucked to death. The vaginal fluid flowed out not only wet her entire thighs, but also dripping from her feet.
That night, she had no idea when she fell asleep.
In the intermittent memory, she was the only one who fainted by the hot semen, and then woke up by the man, leaned against his chest and was held on her thigh and fucked.
The two of them were so wet that the lower body that they had tightly bonded was so wet. I thought that Liu Chenzhou had taught someone to send hot water to help her clean it up, otherwise the white turbid that was slapped and piled together would be so lewd.
Even so, the girl's thighs were still completely wet again soon.
A large amount of vaginal fluid surged out, and a large amount of thick slurry sprayed in again. Her belly became more and more bloated, and the center of her legs was wet and dry, and wet and wet.
At the end of the memory, she was lying naked on the desk, and Liu Chenzhou lifted up his purple hair and wrote on her delicate and smooth body.
The originally mutton fat-like snow skin was green and red, and the stars were covered with kiss marks, which was slightly worse than the mess between the legs.
As for the small flower pussy, there is no need to say. The long-term fucking made the two clam meat petals unable to close. The bright red meat inside was exposed. The man rubbed his fingers for a while, and then the little bitch was cold and shrank and returned to his calmness.
However, the lust in the stamen petals could not be swollen, and it protruded hard from the labia. After half a month, Yao Ji didn't dare to wear underwear. Otherwise, as long as she rubbed her up, even the thin silk material would make the jade beads swollen and itchy, and then the hole was spitting.
When she woke up slowly, it was already dusk the next day.The place she is in is not Liu's mansion, but the Nanyuan she is familiar with.
With her sore body supported, Yao Ji wanted to sit up, but her legs hurt when she moved.She was trying to call people, but she found that her voice was hoarse, which was the sequelae left after a whole night of moaning.
In desperation, she had to grab the bed post and try to get out of bed.During the movement, I accidentally pulled my clothes open and the wide neckline slid down.With a certain vision, Yao Ji found that there seemed to be red marks on her chest.
It was not the kiss mark left by the man, but a few words.
She remembered that when Liu Chenzhou was in a state of confusion, he had brushed his brush on his body, and the brush was dripping with red balm and moved on the snow skin. A purple hair was a light scratch of tens of millions of thick and hard hair.
The excitement made her sobbing and begging for mercy, and she almost couldn't help but become incontinent in shame.
As soon as he thought about this, the girl's face turned red.
She hurriedly covered her clothes. She wanted to quickly wash away all the ridiculous traces with water, but she was curious about what Liu Chenzhou had written.
After thinking about it, she didn't call anyone.He walked to the mirror table and gently took off his clothes and saw two lines of small characters in the mirror.
The handwriting was impartial and fell on her plump breasts.There are red marks on the fresh snow-like milk mound, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, both delicate and gorgeous and very gorgeous.
Red scars are fourteen words
Only when you don’t miss you in your life will you miss you, and it will hurt you.
Empress?
Zhu'er's light voice interrupted Yao Ji's thoughts. She held her cheek with her hands, and then she seemed to have just woken up: Xu En is back?
Waiting outside the door, the empress said she would not disturb her...
Holding up the teacup, she took a sip: Let him come in.
After traveling back and forth between the south garden of Beijing several times a day, Xu En was exhausted and just got off the horse, and was even a little breathless.
As soon as he entered the door, he was not angry and hurriedly presented the things in his sleeve to Yao Ji: Empress, these are collected by me, and there are also handwritten books left by my master in the Nei Shutang.
A thick stack of paper, both new and old, and some of the ink marks are blurred, but the handwriting on it can be seen that it was written by the same person.
The difference is that the more you write it at the end, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be, and the more mature the handwriting will become.
Yao Ji took it and looked carefully from beginning to end. The more she looked, the more confused she felt.These handwritings... are completely different from the two lines of red marks on her chest.
The former is round and atmospheric, and is a standard pavilion.
The latter is quite sensual. Even if it is written with the words "Lovely Love" and the words "It is extremely erotic", you can still see the quilt of the handwriting itself.
When she first saw the two lines of red marks, her face turned red first, and then she was stunned.
What surged in my heart was an uncontrollable surprise, and the tip of my tongue was sweet at first, then astringent.
If this was the response of that person... I noticed the sourness at the tip of my nose, Yao Ji realized that she was not concerned, but she felt wronged.
Dead eunuch... She murmured in a low voice, confessing her love, and likes her as she likes her, and pretending to be facial paralysis, which made me think...
Speaking of this, she hurriedly sniffed, not wanting to lose her composure.Even if you want to cry, you have to cry in front of the arrogant and cry for him!
Thinking of this in her heart, she couldn't help but read the two lines of words in front of the mirror over and over again.The tip of the tongue kept savoring, and the faint astringency turned into sweetness without realizing it.
Just as he looked, Yao Ji felt that the handwriting looked familiar.
It seems that she had only seen Liu Chenzhou's word once, which was the note pressed under the box of ointment that he sent to Zhujing Hall after he first trained Yao Ji.
Yao Ji has always had a good memory. When she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was not the same as these two lines. Instead... She read these two lines again carefully and frowned unknowingly. Why is it quite similar to Mr. Liu Quan's words...
Mr. Liu Quan may be Yongshu, and no one can confirm this matter, but this speculation should not be wrong based on Yongshu's life and where those calligraphy and paintings were discovered.
Why is Liu Chenzhou's handwriting similar to the deposed emperor who died of self-immolation more than ten years ago?
Yao Ji was confused. After sorting out and washing, she called Xu En over: Do you have your master’s handwritten letters?
Xu Endao: I have occasionally sent letters from my servant and my master, but the letters are all left in Beijing and are not carried with me.
She thought about it and ordered Xu En to go back to Beijing to get it.At this time, I took it in my hand and saw that the handwriting was exactly the same as the note under the ointment.
A person has two kinds of handwriting.One is revealed in front of others, and the other is written on her breasts, obviously only for her, and only the two of them can read.
Thinking of the previous doubts and clues connected with each other, Yao Ji couldn't help but have an incredible and reasonable idea in her mind. Could it be that Liu Chenzhou is the descendant of Yongshu...
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