Desire of Passing Through the Book

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  Chu Ruoting did not dare to open her eyes.
    What does Yan Qianshan mean? Is she to blame for breaking into Kunlun Market?
    Chu Ruoting couldn't help but recall the day when she first met him.
    Yan Qianshan is riding a white deer, with a dashing green shirt, and Fei Fei Xixue falls between his immortal eyebrows, extraordinary and lonely.
    In the beginning, she approached him for another purpose. Over time, she found that although Yan Qianshan was introverted and indifferent, she was still concerned about the common people and compassionate the suffering of the world.
    She respected him, thanked him, and thanked him as a beacon to guide the way when she was lost.
    At this moment, he pressed her against the hard book case and penetrated fiercely.
    "Senior Yan..."
    Chu Ruoting felt that there was a misunderstanding, and she should say something to Yan Qianshan.
    She suppressed the embarrassment and Zhang Huang in her heart, and asked nervously, "Senior Yan, do you want to increase your cultivation base by double cultivation? If it can help you ascend, I...I can."
    Maybe Yan Qianshan feels that the cultivation speed is too slow. , Want to try something else?
    Yan Qianshan stayed still.
    He was stunned for a moment, released the palms covering her eyes, and asked her, "Aren't you complaining about me? I made a mistake." His
    voice was very hoarse, especially erotic.
    He couldn't control himself, knowing that he couldn't do it. Taking advantage of the void, Chu Ruoting hugged Chu Ruoting to the bed in a daze, and really encroached on her body.
    Wan Lai was silent all around.
    Chu Ruoting could clearly feel his stiff penis beating slightly in the flower hole under her body.
    She doesn't hate, she doesn't complain.
    It's just unbelievable.
    It is unbelievable that Yan Qianshan will have close and naked intercourse with her.
    "How can I blame you?"
    Chu Ruoting lowered her thick eyelashes, staring at her full chest that was squeezed by the book case, showing a round outline.
    She said earnestly: "Senior Yan, I said before, your kindness...I have nothing to repay."
    If Shuangxiu can help him soar, she is willing.
    Yan Qianshan's heart is full of bitterness.
    He pinched her as willow slender waist, gently drive the penis quite stiff sent Ruixin, "Chu Ruoting, I do not want you gratitude."
    More affectionate of poetry, nor will his mind Idea expression. His life was cold and calm, and the light was in the same dust. At this time, he lowered his eyes and pitifully said: "I want you to pinch the snowman for me... pinch the snowman for a lifetime."
    Chu Ruoting's pupils shone in shock. What was unclear and gloomy, it suddenly became clear.
    "Do you understand?"
    "Senior Goose..."
    Yan Qianshan's strong arms tightened her waist, bowed her head close to her crimson cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "...Call me Qianshan."
    Don't stop . Called senior.
    He will be her Taoist companion. His death swept it, and the Taoist couple who never abandoned it.
    Chu Ruoting's mind became a mess.
    How dare she call him "Qianshan"?
    She rubbed the Fuxi jade in her palm for a long time, unable to return to her senses.
    The flower hole under his body was thrust deeply and shallowly by him, and bursts of comfort came from him. Yan Qianshan stretched out the index finger of his right hand, followed the wet junction up, found her sensitive little pedicle, rubbed it and pressed it lightly.
    The stimulus surged, Chu Ruoting trembled in her lower abdomen, and the water flow continued.
    Yan Qianshan's hands can draw talisman, cloth xuan formation, calligraphy, poetry, and Yi Canqi... how can she wantonly make chaos on her acupuncture house.
    Just thinking about it in this way, Chu Ruoting felt a sense of lewdness and guilt inexplicably.
    She seemed to have done something wrong unintentionally, dragging the unstained Yan Qianshan into the dirty billowing quagmire abruptly.
    She missed Yan Qianshan, and would not push him away at this time to embarrass him.
    She must try to adapt.
    Chu Ruoting eased her emotions, her palms resting on the edge of the book case, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Senior Goose, I don't feel comfortable lying on my stomach like this." The
    hard wooden board pressed her breasts uncomfortably.
    Yan Qianshan was startled when he heard the words, and the penis withdrew from her narrow flower hole. He dragged her soft buttocks and picked it up.
    Being weightless, Chu Ruoting clung to his neck subconsciously.
    Breathing hot each other, close to each other, the fragrance of magnolia and the bitter bamboo leaves are mixed, as if crocheted into a beautiful phantom.
    Yan Qianshan raised his hand and brushed off the chessboard on the low table, and the black and white chess pieces splashed all over the floor.
    Chu Ruoting was seated on the low table by him, with her back leaning on the soft big pillow.
    Yan Qianshan
    lifted the hair wrapped around her breasts and asked Wen Yan, "Is this better?" Chu Ruoting didn't dare to look at him, turned her head, and gave a soft "um".
    She split her legs apart, and Yan Qianshan stood in front of her, standing up and entering again.
    The slippery heart dripping with love liquid was suddenly filled with him. The fleshy stalk collided again and again in her body, reaching the depths of the stamen, sour and soft.
    Chu Ruoting raised her pointed chin slightly and squinted comfortably.
    Facing each other, Chu Ruoting was embarrassed to stare blankly to look at it, then she raised her eyes and quietly looked at Yan Qianshan's expression.
    He divided her legs with his hands, his handsome face tense. The eyebrows made by the mountains and rivers, at this time, because of the lust, they are stained with the smoke of the autumn, and the sun is falling.
    It's still pretty.
    She took it into her hand like an unreachable moon.
    Chu Ruoting groaned softly, but still didn't understand why Yan Qianshan was interested in her.
    At this time, she didn't want to ask too much, just want him to release soon and end this drunken life and death as soon as possible.
    Chu Ruoting's legs were wrapped around his thin waist, and Yan Qianshan raised her knees and kept standing up. He has always restrained the force of restraint, not chaotically.
    She turned her head and looked at the white snow falling outside the window.
    Xuezhong crushed the bamboo branch, "click" softly, and was immediately covered by the heavy breathing of the man.
    The lower body was heavily tossed by the hot and hard, scraping the inner wall of Wen Ruo, and the spring water flooded, making the junction red and watery. He entered fiercely, and Chu Ruoting only felt happily rising, looking at the roof of the Caolu Qingjian, moaning charmingly.
    Yan Qianshan was flustered when she heard her ecstatic voice, almost unable to hold the fine pass.
    He spread his right palm, sacrificed his life magic weapon judge pen, and stuffed her sandal mouth along the way, "...Ruo Ting, don't call it."
    He couldn't help it anymore.
    "Huh?" Chu Ruoting stared into Shui Yingying's eyes, her teeth holding a cold pen, inexplicably.
    Yan Qianshan held the dangling breast wave in front of her chest with both palms, struggling for her body.
    As he quickly collided, Chu Ruoting gradually climbed up happily. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream with the penholder in her mouth. The crystal saliva flowed along the corners of her mouth to her jaw.
    Yan Qianshan's eyes dimmed, he leaned down, opened her lips and swallowed her body fluid in her mouth.
    Qingqing and sweet, it was exactly the same as he had imagined.
    With the intense pleasure coming from the acupuncture point, Chu Ruoting clasped her hand tightly on the edge of the short, her breathing became more and more rapid, and with the twitching of her calf, she reached the other side of this love.
    She looks too attractive like this. Yan Qianshan only felt that her clone was constricted and clamped by her convulsive flower point, and he pushed forward dozens of times. The bone-eroding pleasure came, and his mind was tense. The string broke suddenly. Yan Qianshan closed his eyes and let out a muffled snort. He leaned on Chu Ruoting's body, the penis embedded in her body, sprayed out thick strands, and it took a long time before he stopped.
    Chu Ruoting's heart was overwhelmed, and she didn't forget to run the exercises to absorb the white turbidity that he shot.
    This is the Yuanyang of Yanqian Mountain, and it must not be wasted.
    After a long and long aftertaste, Yan Qianshan and Chu Ruoting gradually returned to their senses.
    The room is quiet, only the heavy breathing of the two is mixed.
    Chu Ruoting froze and did not dare to move.
    After a while, Yan Qianshan reluctantly withdrew from her body, and the fleshy stems that had not yet softened were stained with the bright body fluids of the two. His face seemed to burn, and he turned his back suddenly, his long green silky hair hanging down, covering his large back muscles and narrow waist.
    Chu Ruoting's legs were slightly sore. She stood up on her feet, picked up the red dress on the ground, hesitating not to say what to say.
    "That, Senior Goose, I...I have recovered from my injury, thank you very much."
    Yan Qianshan quietly clenched his fists, his face dyed scarlet.
    His voice is no longer hoarse, and he has returned to his former coldness.     Pretending to be calm and said: "I have something to tell you."
    "Ha."
Chu Ruoting touched her nose, concealing her embarrassment with a dry smile, "Wait later, let me see what Qingqing is doing. It, it might Looking for me everywhere."
    Without waiting for Yan Qianshan to answer, Chu Ruoting hurriedly pushed open the door, running, wearing clothes, belts, and shoes, rolling all the way, and fled.
    Yan Qianshan sat slumped by the bed, looking at the messy footprints in the snow, quite hurt.
    ...She ran away.
    She just ran away like this.