Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

26-30

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Yan Ji took away her hand, but Zi Ning's hand couldn't leave him.

She stared at his face intently, felt his pulsation, and smelled the sweet and bitter alcohol on him.

Yanji panted and put her hands on her back, pressing her palms lightly, and she could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin through her clothes.

He shook the booklet in his other hand, making a sound of paper, and he said hoarsely : "I want to see this" Zining couldn't open his mouth.

The thing under her hand was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't even move, but her palm hurts.

The two stood facing each other closely. Yanji turned a page behind her. In that picture, the woman was standing against the wall, the man entered from behind, and the two were stacked on top of each other.

He whispered over her head: "...This will lacerate." If you do it once, you will know how tender and fragile she is. Such brutality will not work.

Zining looked at his Adam's apple with a dry mouth.

She put one hand under him, and the other hand grabbed his shirt and tugged embarrassingly.

"Master..."

Let's look at the basics.

Yanji's chest rises and falls, and another page is turned over. There is a woman kneeling on it, and a man lying on it. He hesitated and whispered: "...this..."

seems to be easily broken.

Zining didn't know what he saw again, and didn't want to know. She could only tentatively touch his belly in his arms.

The muscles were swimming tight as if they were alive. He panted dullly and looked down at her face: "...there...is it all right?"

Zining nodded gently.

Yanji hugged her waist and hugged her feet off the ground.

Put it on the bed.

Zining fell into the quilt, lying flat and raising her head, watching him leaning down, she remembered how he smeared and fiddled under her, and unconsciously clamped her two legs together.

Yan ji untie her clothes belt.

The erotica picture was thrown on the head of the bed, and the pages were stacked in a mess.

Stripping off her shirt, her snow-white waist twisted slightly in his palm, her legs closed tightly, and then slowly opened for him.

The soft pink gap was tightly closed, it seemed a little moist.

Yan Ji leaned over and leaned closer. It has become a habit to apply medicine these days. He first carefully peeled off the fleshy petals, preparing to check the wounds, but saw that the petals couldn't enclose the honey, and all his movements flowed out.

It was crystal clear and viscous, emerging from the small hole, slowly flowing down, dripping into the hip gap.

Zi Ning could not make a sound.

She had long thought about... the way he was drinking, his lips... and the erotic pictures...

thinking about this, another puff of honey gushed out of her body, and the sheets appeared moist.

Yan Ji's breathing was getting closer, Zi Ning moved his legs and grasped the sheets tightly.

Don't get closer.

Just looking at her, she already...

Yan Ji poked and stroked her acupuncture points, wrapped in juice, and tentatively peeked in.