An Lan turned her face to look at him, her eyebrows and eyes were stained with water, and her eyes were as black as lacquer, clear and bright, reflecting his shadow.

"You. She spoke, her voice deep and soft, as if coming from her body.

He couldn't help but kiss her in the ear and gently bite her ear: "Yes, but ......"

"But what?" she tried to dodge his struggle, but he grabbed her harder.

"It has to be true. He took her earlobe in his mouth, teasing her lightly with his tongue, and said, "It's not okay to look at the mirror, and you can't stop tasting it, this kind of temptation can't withstand so many times." ”

An Lan smiled on her lips, and raised her hand to touch his face: "Can you tell the truth from the fake?"

He asked, "How can it be?" and what can't it be?"

An Lan smiled, her eyes like silk: "If you can, you can do what you want, if you can't, it will naturally be another mirror." ”

He turned his head and bit her finger lightly: "What a bad girl!"

She turned around in his arms and gently pushed him away, and at some point there was already an extra rope in her hand, she glanced at him, then took his hands and trapped them in a circle.

He was at her mercy, the cloak on her body was slightly open, and the spring light inside was faintly visible, the greasy whitening, the soft sweet fragrance, the undulating curve, made him not feel heavy breathing.

She tied a dead knot on his wrist and raised her eyes: "Go and sit on the couch, I'll get dressed." ”

He looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Still need to be dressed?"

She laughed and nudged him again.

He sighed and turned to go out.

Back in the dormitory, he sat down on the soft couch, lowered his eyes, looked at his trapped hands, and couldn't help but smile.

He didn't know what she wanted to play, he didn't know what she had in mind, but he never seemed to have such anticipation and excitement, and the little fox that didn't let go of his hands made him feel like a fool and was willing to be at his mercy.

After a while, she walked out from behind the screen, her dress was neat, but her hair was still loose, and because of the wetness, she looked darker and brighter than usual, and a little more sexy than usual.

He looked at her, but didn't speak.

An Lan walked over: "You are not afraid, I will also cut a knife on your neck." ”

Bai Yan said in a low voice: "Isn't it more convenient for you to bite directly. ”

She looked at him with a slight tilt of face, climbed onto the soft couch, stood in the crook of his arm, sat down slowly, hooked his waist with her legs apart, wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips close to him, her long eyelashes fanning his face, and her breathing lingering.

Neither of them spoke, they looked at each other for a moment, she slowly approached, her waist straightened forward, pressed against his body, she first touched the corner of his mouth, and then her lips opened slightly, kissing his lips.

She didn't close her eyes, he just lowered his eyelids, a pair of deep eyes locked tightly on her.

She stuck out her tongue and gently touched his lower lip, but he suddenly took the tip of her tongue in his mouth, and instantly turned against him.

"Hmm-" she moaned subconsciously, the sound coming from her throat, vague and hoarse, faintly sultry.

His kiss deepened, his trapped hands pressed against her back, arms tightened. The flames in her body were aroused, spreading little by little, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, unconsciously twisting her body, rubbing from bottom to top, rubbing in his arms, shortness of breath, breathing disordered.

After a long time, she threw her head up to end the kiss, opened her mouth to breathe hard, her slender neck pulling out a graceful arc, revealing her delicate collarbone.

He didn't break free of the rope on his wrist, he pressed his trapped hands on her waist, his face drooped slightly, his lips pressed against her white neck and gently gnawed, licking back and forth on her collarbone, making her tremble all over, and the desire in her body seemed to be pulled by his lips and tongue, pulled out inch by inch, turning into a puddle of spring water, whirring and surging with wheezing.

Her body writhed more and more, the place of contact with him became tighter and tighter, and she felt his lower body getting hotter and hotter, hard, full of power, throbbing, shouting.

His hand grabbed the hem of her back, and with a slight effort he heard the cracking of the silk. Her underwear was torn by him from behind, and then piled up, he hunched his back, lowered his head and began to wreak havoc on her chest, sucking lightly, biting ****, loving in every way, so that she couldn't help but hold his shoulders tightly, and then hugged his neck and moaned, the place where his lower body kept rubbing against him was already wet with spring water, and the light and soft silk blocked him, so that he could not enter.

"Take your pants off. He still didn't break free of the rope in his hand, as if enjoying the bondage, his hands went down into her pants, and he held her hips, his voice so hoarse that he could barely hear it.

She sat in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, she couldn't make much movement, just twisted her body, and with his strength, she pulled her dirty pants back to her thighs, and then helped him untie her belt, and slowly stretched her hands along his tight lower abdomen.

"Sit down. He was so hot that his body leaned back slightly, giving her a little more space, and his eyes slowly went down her body, but the obscene pants that had not retreated blocked the most alluring spring light under her, and he couldn't see anything, he could only feel it with his body.

She couldn't see it either, so she simply raised her eyes, looked into his eyes, held his vigorous desire with her hands, pulled it out, and lifted her body slightly with the strength of her thighs and waist, so that he aimed at herself, sat down slowly, and swallowed him little by little.

He frowned, held back and didn't move, carefully feeling her warmth and tightness, controlling the pleasure that was enough to swallow people, feeling her swing her waist, grinding gently, and swallowing up and down slightly.

She clung to his shoulders, bouncing up and down in the crooks of his arms, but she felt like a dying fish, flapping and struggling weakly on the shore, she gasped sharply, and finally pressed limply against his face. He suddenly broke free of the rope on his wrist, wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted it up sharply, and then lowered it violently, and kept repeating it.

Like a raging storm, the fierce weapons rushed in and out of her body, instantly shattering the moans in her mouth.

The sound of water in the room is getting clearer and clearer, mixed with the sound of ** impact, glamorous and dirty, tempting to sink.

After a while, he withdrew from her body, stood up with her in his arms, turned her over to the soft couch, made her kneel on the couch with him on his back, lifted her round buttocks, and slowly stroked her hands along her thighs to the center of her legs, and his slender fingers were dipped in the sweet and sticky nectar.

She knelt on the couch and gasped and moaned, she couldn't see him, she felt like a fierce beast was standing behind her, and it was smashing her body little by little, not letting go of any place.

He leaned down suddenly, and the sudden stimulation and pleasure made her almost distracted. She couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure, her body was already uncontrollable, her limbs trembled, and she couldn't speak. He tasted it carefully before letting go, but before she could come to her senses, he straightened up and rushed in.

The watery narrow passage was suddenly filled, and then suddenly withdrew, and repeated, without pity, fast and fierce, the fiery friction raised the ** in the body, like a turbulent wave, roaring to swallow the two together.

His wide robe was open, revealing a strong chest and a tight waist, the waist and abdomen were tense, as hard as iron and stone, and the muscles floated slightly one by one, outlining an incomparably sexy line under the action of light and shadow. Her dress was torn by him, her white and soft body trembled under him, let him fiddle, ** climbed to the peak, Gao Yu was about to attack, thin sweat broke out on his forehead, slightly messy hair stuck to his sideburns, narrow phoenix eyes, all around his eyes were dyed with brilliant peach, his lips were pursed, his throat rolled up and down, he grabbed her with both hands, his muscles were tense, and his movements were so fast that he almost scattered her whole person!

The moment she was released, her spirit almost dissipated, her moans crushing in her throat, and her mind went blank.

……

After a long silence, he let out a low sigh, turned her around, and held her up, until she slowly opened her eyes, and then he kissed her lightly on the eyelids, as gentle as the two of them.

She was still gasping slightly, not having the strength to speak.

He carried her to the bed, wiped her carefully, lowered the curtain, took off all his clothes, and hugged her from behind.

She was already in her mind at this time, there was a kind of satisfaction and tiredness after gluttony, she was comfortably stroked by him, hummed twice like a cat, and her bare legs unconsciously wrapped around his thighs, rubbing gently.

He held her on with one arm, kneaded her chest with the other, bent his knees, parted her legs from behind, felt her wetness, and grinded into it slowly, little by little. Yu Shuihuan just passed her body was still sensitive, and as soon as he entered, she began to twist her body and rub behind him.

But he was not in a hurry, and did not move immediately after entering, but stopped for a while to feel her warmth and tightness.

Her lower abdomen was tightly retracted, he pinched her, and then moved, but the movement was very slow and the amplitude was very small, as if he was deliberately torturing her, grinding little by little, so that she wanted to but was always out of reach, and the resuscitation ** rolled in her body.

She opened her mouth slightly, the panting sound became more and more obvious, and her body writhed uncomfortably in his arms, but he still grinded very slowly, very slowly, just not giving her pleasure, enjoying her thirst for him.

His hand touched her lower abdomen, and suddenly pressed down, and the internal and external stimulation made her cry out.

After taking a few breaths, she suddenly rolled over, sat down on top of him, lowered her eyes, and looked at him condescendingly.

"You're too much!" she spoke, sounding reproachful, her voice a little cold, but a little hoarse, so that it sounded soft, like a bite, like a coquette.

He laughed silently, the terrible sensuality overflowing the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and after a moment he raised his hand to caress her face, and then moved along her arm over her body, and his deep voice carried a bit of lazy pleasure: "Where did you come from?"

Every inch of this thing, every word and deed is extremely close to his heart, as if it slipped out of his heart.

She straightened her waist, her neck lifted slightly, and her lower abdomen sucked him hard, again and again.

He finally couldn't help but gasp, and his lower body was raised suddenly, this time she smiled, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he lowered his eyes to look at him, and his whole body was not as bewitching and charming as this glance.

He grabbed her and began to work hard again.

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With such a high risk and such a low return, I originally planned to privately swallow this pot of (╯_╰) meat (to be continued. )