Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

21-25

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The shirt was pushed to the sides, and the sleeves hung on the arms, revealing bare shoulders and snow-blue belly. His hand reached in from the side, touched her upper abdomen, and then pushed the lower edge of the breast milk.

The knuckles pushed up the fabric on the chest, and the laces on the back were pulled into the skin. Zi Ning stared at him and kneaded his hands up and down, breathing trembling, and getting hot.

He is different.

His temperature, his smell, everything about him made her dizzy.

Yanji's eyelashes drooped, looking at her flushed cheeks, she lowered her head. He kissed her shoulder and collarbone.

The hot lips wrapped the delicate flesh, as if tasting carefully. His breathing was a little messy, and it became more and more chaotic, and his palms were rubbed more urgently.

The rough cocoon of her index finger pressed against the small raised spot on her chest, and she rubbed it gently.

"Um..." Zi Ning flinched in vain, clamped his legs, and he moved closer, touching his knees between her legs and pressing gently.

Can't tell if it was the pain or something else, her body was already wet, and more fluid was flowing out at this time.

Yan Ji pressed her against the wall of the car, put her hand into her skirt, her palm was slightly concave, and he held her earlobe and muttered vaguely, "Is this... OK?"

Zi Ning opened his legs slightly, hurriedly Breathe.

He stretched his hand in and rubbed her delicate thigh.

She whimpered and almost collapsed.

The touch of his fingers... even better than she thought.

She curled up and shivered, and he tentatively rubbed her there gently, but he lifted her chin, looked at her flushed cheeks, and his apple was rolling.

He said hoarsely: "...Let me look at you."

Zi Ning raised his head and was forced to look at him, his eyes widened, his eyelashes trembling endlessly.

Yanji's hands continued to touch down, touching the softness between her legs.

The hand holding the sword has always been the most stable, but at this time it trembled abruptly. He stared into her eyes, tentatively touching with his fingertips.

Slippery and sticky, his fingertips couldn't help but crooked to one side, except for the delicate touch, he couldn't even figure out the structure. Touching the belly of the finger, grinding it gently, it is still in an ambiguous and greasy warmth.

Yanji heard the faint sound of water, which was plucked at his fingertips, the sound was lingering.

Zi Ning was sobbing and panting, her eyes resembling a high-tide lake, rippling with crystal clear waves.

She raised her head, even her shoulders were faintly pink, and she pressed her hands on his waist and grasped tightly.

She murmured: "...Master..."

His fingers fell into the soft flesh, as if afraid that it would hurt her, hesitated slowly and stirred.

The subtle and restrained pleasure is chaotic and brings a strong sense of suffocation. Zining's legs trembled, soft flesh seemed to have his own consciousness, every time he touched lightly, he twitched and sucked at him.

She looked at his face with wide eyes.

He was groping, fearing that it might be broken, and sliding hesitantly. Inadvertently falling into a structure, the fingertips turned up the tender and soft flesh.