The stubble is rubbing against the tender skin and stinging a little, which makes people bite their lips and enjoy this slightly painful pleasure. Twisting their legs and rubbing Ye Feng’s body is like a demon calling people to fall into the abyss of danger.
Cool fingers into his shirt groping sculpture abdominal muscles aroused a manic flame to Ye Feng eyes red tore up * * the last layer of obstacles to release the already furious monster.
"Give me …"
A person shivering out like a drug addict begging for weakness and humility.
The moment is almost lost. Ye Feng is fierce and hard, and suddenly it is filled with the gentle path.
Sweat drops slowly slide down the snow peak, and the skin is like the traces of Yuquan painting dripping out of a deep valley.
The air is full of chaos, breathing and humidity. * * The narrowness of the place is like a small mouth constantly teasing the ominous objects that go deep into it. * * The impact echoes in Ye Feng’s mind, causing waves and letting him send out a low roar.
The body * * keeps twisting, which leads to a pair of towering peaks. It seems that an avalanche will happen, and the limp and numb pleasure stimulates every nerve pore, and every time it closes, it exudes the most original flavor.
The fragile waist arched with incredible radian, shining with silver light, and the nails were deeply immersed in Ye Feng’s rock-hard shoulders, tearing the blood marks of the Tao.
Pain is a sore spot. Venting pain makes him hit harder.
I don’t know how long it took for a word "ah" to sound half-toned and round lips to be occupied by Ye Feng’s overbearing kiss. Breathing full of alcohol, strong chest and wonderful body made the lithe and graceful body tremble in the night and frantically catered to Ye Feng’s rhythmic climbing to the top. At that moment, the path was plundered and suddenly tightened, and it was as if it had just come out of the bath and covered with a layer of powder fog.
Ye Feng is huge, and the crow’s figure is swaying in front of his eyes. Gradually, the people in front of him slowly overlap, and the strong waist will send a hot body forward, adding a touch of bright color.
After the red tide of passion faded, Ye Feng stared at everything around him.
"What the hell is going on?"
Eyes suddenly a lag staring at the physical overdraft beauty looked and looked impressively found the snow mound shallow tooth marks a faint scent wafted.
That smells like crows!
That exclusive desire for her is short-lived, and there was a trace of one night in his life for more than 20 years, but it made him remember it forever!
"It’s her! It’s her! " As resolute as he is, he is about to burst into tears.
Kissing the long eyelashes soaked in sweat and tears and the shallow breathing of delicate nose made little Ye Feng want to climb the snow mound with his head high and his hands to savor the familiar body temperature and greasy skin.
Ye Feng swallowed the mellow ear beads and mumbled vaguely, "You are so beautiful like a lotus …"
Touching her lips gently, Ye Feng’s mind is rippling with ripples. Love is full of his chest, and missing day and night is as thick as Monta’s eyes and his heart.
The body beauty seems to be still immersed in the wild scene just now, frowning slightly as if telling her master that she is unwilling to give up.
Thinking of the past, the lingering body is getting hotter and hotter. Ye Feng gently advanced into the previous Taoyuan, and the delicate moans pounded his soul again and again. Even the full moon outside the window was so ashamed that he couldn’t wait to hide in the clouds as thin as cicada’s wings, but from time to time he showed his shadow and secretly looked at it. The sense of possession and satisfaction was like a clear water moistening Ye Feng’s dry throat. At this moment, he felt that he had done his best, and even his eyes became much clearer.
Stroking his long black hair, absorbing his face, feeling familiar and unfamiliar, feeling wet, his face became a little flushed, and a pair of jade hands covered his strong chest and gently kneaded it as if to resist the huge depth. Ye Feng couldn’t help but send out a "psst …" Who else would you like to gather information except her? A wisp of disobedient long hair with his rhythm in Xuefeng, but he accidentally slipped. The mountain fell in the ravine on her chest, but it provoked * * blushing makeup. The charming corner of her eye overflowed with a breath, which made Ye Feng wish to rub her into her body, straighten her waist, knead her hands, and stare at the stunning scenery.
Climbing at a high speed, people seem to be dripping with water. Ye Feng is constantly rushing into the entrance and exit, and a fine layer of sweat oozes from the shiny wheat-colored skin. Every drop of blood seems to groan comfortably because of this joy
Snow-white figure propped himself up and looked at the entrance and exit, shyly catering to his every impact, but stirred up the snow peak to make waves of halo.
Repressing breath seems to be a painful groan, vague and tactfully charming, like silk, rosy lips flashing halo, breasts without a trace of proud flesh, waist tightening constantly, Taoyuan gurgling out of the deep spring, and everything is panoramic by Ye Feng.
The visual impact bombarded every inch of his skin, and every muscle was so tight that it would tear Ye Feng’s breath was as heavy as a lion’s roar, but his body was so happy that he had to fly a few times as high as Wan Li’s. The huge weapon was met with unprecedented resistance, and the air was so wet that gravity forced him to rush to the end of the tunnel through turbulence.
Suddenly a lag and a warm current dispelled the crazy gushing and sticky Ye Feng also fell softly to hold the snow-white soft yi and gradually fell asleep with a smile.
It’s been a long time since I lost her news. Ye Feng hasn’t slept peacefully like this. He doesn’t know that it’s the beautiful woman around him who sobbed after he went to sleep.
After touching, the night sank like a shadow, and after the curtain was over, the screen that once flashed with Hua Guang was covered.
She knows that the man around her is always as dazzling as the burning sun, so far away, but she belongs to the darkness, and she can imagine that the root can’t see the distant figure at night.
Do you yearn for the warmth of the day? She asked herself again and again, but she couldn’t find a positive answer.
He used to be a beautiful flash when a meteor crossed the night, but it was a few good memories for her.
Several times, she longed to go back to that dream, and the beautiful time treasured in her heart lit up her cold heart like a bonfire.