Chapter 2959
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Feng Jin's chest is slightly undulating, and her beautiful face is in the bright light of the bathroom with distinct anger.
Clearly angry to death, but the body has its own movement, holding the soft and slender waist of a female goblin, reluctant to let go.
"Phoenix brocade..." Huarong twists her waist in his palm and rubs her bare skin against Feng Jin's thin shirt, as if vowing not to transfer her body temperature and breath to his skin. He closed his eyes, padded his feet, and smothered his jaw with soft lips.
Ambiguous breath is like a thin line, easily provoked by her, not giving him any chance to resist, was lured into the whirlpool of love y by the face of flowers.
Fengjin's hand pinched on Huarong's waist did not feel that it was pinched tightly. The delicate and soft touch of Fengjin's palm was frightening. What kind of gentleness is this? It can drown any man on her.
What's more, Huarong also gives face to the low low groan y, her voice itself is charming, snorting out from the nose, is more exciting.
The nerve named "reason" in Fengjin's brain broke with a sound, and his anger turned into y fire. He ran from his abdomen to all parts of the body, drowning him in an instant.
At the moment when Huarong did not respond to her, he pushed her hard, and she was already hanging on him. With this force, her whole body seemed to fly up, and she did not even regain consciousness, and her back stuck to the wall. The man's hot body temperature and the cold tiles behind her, the temperature difference is too clear, her muscles are overloaded with severe contraction, the heart is "bang bang" speed up.
“……” Huarong took his neck and looked down at the thin lips of the man. She breathed a little bit quickly, and she smelled the faint smell of wine and smoke on Fengjin.
This taste to her, a bit like C medicine, do not know why, feel very strong.
She tilted her head to kiss him gently on his lips, and said to Feng Jin in a hoarse voice: " Go to bed. "
Feng Jin's knee is between her legs, and her chest presses on her chest, almost pushing her whole person against the wall.
It seems to be aware of her legs between the heart of the strange, the man thin lips provoked a touch of some bad smile.
"No," he said
He suddenly released his hand, stepped back a step, the face of the flower fluttered to the ground, the center of his foot stepped on the tile.
She slightly tilted her head and looked at Feng Jin's expression for a while. He stood not far from her, gazing at her, with a few separated high facing posture.
A little decadent, and a little bad, this upright and beautiful face, at the moment, looks extremely arrogant and evil.
Alas, Huarong sighed softly in her heart. It seemed that even if it was seduction, she had to go out on her own. It was impossible for her to kiss a few times and then get angry.
After sobbing for a while, Huarong stepped forward, knelt down in front of him, stretched out his hand, and untied his leather belt.
The metal buckle makes a slight noise. In this narrow space in the bathroom, it seems to be a kind of ambiguous signal. Huarong licks his lips and looks up at Fengjin. The man's deep eyes are looking at her now, with some kind of desire to eat people.
Huarong smiles at him, raises her hand, and pinnes her long hair on her cheek behind her ear, revealing a clean and beautiful face. She looks up and bites his pants chain, and pulls it down bit by bit.
"Hiss -"
extremely slow movement, provoking human brain nerve.
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Feng Jin's chest is slightly undulating, and her beautiful face is in the bright light of the bathroom with distinct anger.
Clearly angry to death, but the body has its own movement, holding the soft and slender waist of a female goblin, reluctant to let go.
"Phoenix brocade..." Huarong twists her waist in his palm and rubs her bare skin against Feng Jin's thin shirt, as if vowing not to transfer her body temperature and breath to his skin. He closed his eyes, padded his feet, and smothered his jaw with soft lips.
Ambiguous breath is like a thin line, easily provoked by her, not giving him any chance to resist, was lured into the whirlpool of love y by the face of flowers.
Fengjin's hand pinched on Huarong's waist did not feel that it was pinched tightly. The delicate and soft touch of Fengjin's palm was frightening. What kind of gentleness is this? It can drown any man on her.
What's more, Huarong also gives face to the low low groan y, her voice itself is charming, snorting out from the nose, is more exciting.
The nerve named "reason" in Fengjin's brain broke with a sound, and his anger turned into y fire. He ran from his abdomen to all parts of the body, drowning him in an instant.
At the moment when Huarong did not respond to her, he pushed her hard, and she was already hanging on him. With this force, her whole body seemed to fly up, and she did not even regain consciousness, and her back stuck to the wall. The man's hot body temperature and the cold tiles behind her, the temperature difference is too clear, her muscles are overloaded with severe contraction, the heart is "bang bang" speed up.
“……” Huarong took his neck and looked down at the thin lips of the man. She breathed a little bit quickly, and she smelled the faint smell of wine and smoke on Fengjin.
This taste to her, a bit like C medicine, do not know why, feel very strong.
She tilted her head to kiss him gently on his lips, and said to Feng Jin in a hoarse voice: " Go to bed. "
Feng Jin's knee is between her legs, and her chest presses on her chest, almost pushing her whole person against the wall.
It seems to be aware of her legs between the heart of the strange, the man thin lips provoked a touch of some bad smile.
"No," he said
He suddenly released his hand, stepped back a step, the face of the flower fluttered to the ground, the center of his foot stepped on the tile.
She slightly tilted her head and looked at Feng Jin's expression for a while. He stood not far from her, gazing at her, with a few separated high facing posture.
A little decadent, and a little bad, this upright and beautiful face, at the moment, looks extremely arrogant and evil.
Alas, Huarong sighed softly in her heart. It seemed that even if it was seduction, she had to go out on her own. It was impossible for her to kiss a few times and then get angry.
After sobbing for a while, Huarong stepped forward, knelt down in front of him, stretched out his hand, and untied his leather belt.
The metal buckle makes a slight noise. In this narrow space in the bathroom, it seems to be a kind of ambiguous signal. Huarong licks his lips and looks up at Fengjin. The man's deep eyes are looking at her now, with some kind of desire to eat people.
Huarong smiles at him, raises her hand, and pinnes her long hair on her cheek behind her ear, revealing a clean and beautiful face. She looks up and bites his pants chain, and pulls it down bit by bit.
"Hiss -"
extremely slow movement, provoking human brain nerve.
Feng Jin's chest is slightly undulating, and her beautiful face is in the bright light of the bathroom with distinct anger. Clearly angry to death, but the body has its own movement, holding the soft and slender waist of a female goblin, reluctant to let go. "Phoenix brocade..." Huarong twists her waist in his palm and rubs her bare skin against Feng Jin's thin shirt, as if vowing not to transfer her body temperature and breath to his skin. He closed his eyes, padded his feet, and smothered his jaw with soft lips. Ambiguous breath is like a thin line, easily provoked by her, not giving him any chance to resist, was lured into the whirlpool of love y by the face of flowers. Fengjin's hand pinched on Huarong's waist did not feel that it was pinched tightly. The delicate and soft touch of Fengjin's palm was frightening. What kind of gentleness is this? It can drown any man on her. What's more, Huarong also gives face to the low low groan y, her voice itself is charming, snorting out from the nose, is more exciting. The nerve named "reason" in Fengjin's brain broke with a sound, and his anger turned into y fire. He ran from his abdomen to all parts of the body, drowning him in an instant. At the moment when Huarong did not respond to her, he pushed her hard, and she was already hanging on him. With this force, her whole body seemed to fly up, and she did not even regain consciousness, and her back stuck to the wall. The man's hot body temperature and the cold tiles behind her, the temperature difference is too clear, her muscles are overloaded with severe contraction, the heart is "bang bang" speed up. Huarong took his neck and looked down at the thin lips of the man. She breathed a little bit quickly, and she smelled the faint smell of wine and smoke on Fengjin. This taste to her, a bit like C medicine, do not know why, feel very strong. She tilted her head to kiss him gently on his lips, and said to Feng Jin in a hoarse voice: " Go to bed. " Feng Jin's knee is between her legs, and her chest presses on her chest, almost pushing her whole person against the wall. It seems to be aware of her legs between the heart of the strange, the man thin lips provoked a touch of some bad smile. "No," he said He suddenly released his hand, stepped back a step, the face of the flower fluttered to the ground, the center of his foot stepped on the tile. She slightly tilted her head and looked at Feng Jin's expression for a while. He stood not far from her, gazing at her, with a few separated high facing posture. A little decadent, and a little bad, this upright and beautiful face, at the moment, looks extremely arrogant and evil. Alas, Huarong sighed softly in her heart. It seemed that even if it was seduction, she had to go out on her own. It was impossible for her to kiss a few times and then get angry. After sobbing for a while, Huarong stepped forward, knelt down in front of him, stretched out his hand, and untied his leather belt. The metal buckle makes a slight noise. In this narrow space in the bathroom, it seems to be a kind of ambiguous signal. Huarong licks his lips and looks up at Fengjin. The man's deep eyes are looking at her now, with some kind of desire to eat people. Huarong smiles at him, raises her hand, and pinnes her long hair on her cheek behind her ear, revealing a clean and beautiful face. She looks up and bites his pants chain, and pulls it down bit by bit. "Hiss -" extremely slow movement, provoking human brain nerve.
