Ouyang Qing couldn't wait to kiss Ling Ye, domineeringly entangled with the tip of Ling Ye's tongue.

As if he wanted to melt Ling Ye, Ouyang Qing only felt that the blood in his body was swollen, and the burning desire was about to burst out of his body. He opened his sweat-soaked hands and reached into the blue gauze of the night. Skin-to-skin blind date, he touched Ling Ye's white thighs all the way up. The skin of Ling Ye is as smooth as a baby, drenched in sweat, adding to the taste of wild charm.

Ouyang Qing's hands hugged Ling Ye's back tightly in the gauze, and his thumb deliberately teased Ling Ye's chest, that kind of caress that seemed to be there, which made Ling Ye feel hot and unbearable, and with a crisp moan, the lust in her chest burned fiercely.

She sat on Ouyang Qing's lap, the private parts of the two of them were tightly against each other, although they were separated by clothes, Ouyang Qing had already set up a hard tent, and leaned on it in the middle of the night, as if a big bucket of oil had been poured on her heart! The lust has already burned all over her body, every inch of her skin, every cell of her, and every green silk of her......

She felt like she was about to explode, and her whole body was already starting to disobey.

She wanted more, more, and she began to uncontrollably sway her body up and down, riding on Ouyang Qing's body, twisting like a snake.

Ouyang Qing's body couldn't help Ling Ye's friction and teasing, and his hot hands immediately held the tall peak on Ling Ye's chest. Ling Ye leaned back sharply, his red lips opened slightly, and the warbler sounded again and again. Ouyang Qing simply ripped off Ling Ye's gauze, the plump peach almost trembled and jumped out, he couldn't wait to take the petite pink cherry particle, the tip of his tongue touched softly, Ling Ye's body seemed to be stepping on the clouds.

The female merman's singing is intermittent, becoming more and more ethereal like a fairy spirit shuttling through the clouds. Ouyang Qing got up, Ling Ye gasped and was pressed under Ouyang Qing, and in her ears, she could only hear Ouyang Qing's heavy gasps, as well as the sound of their uncontrollable heartbeat accelerating more and more.

Suddenly, a sea lang hit violently, the shell shook for a while, and the white lang flower pounced on Ouyang Qing and Ling Ye's bodies. The sea water did not extinguish the burning desire in their hearts, but because their clothes were all wet, they were tightly attached to their bodies, but they were looming and sultry.

Ling Ye suddenly remembered the picture of Ouyang Qing fighting with the Wild Boar King with his upper body striped, and his face was flushed.

Ouyang Qing half-squinted as the sea water slowly receded from Ling Ye's body, and the crystal sea beads flowed along the outline of her melon seed face to the fragrant neck, and then little by little towards the depths of the blue gauze that had been torn open.

Ouyang Qing's mind was full of thoughts, and his violently undulating chest could no longer be suppressed. Seeing a seawater bead swirling on the big peach in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but lean over, his hot lips gently pressed against the seawater bead, and when he inhaled, he inhaled the droplets of seawater into his mouth. Ling Ye's chest trembled, crispy and numb, and the peach was immediately sensitively covered with chickskin particles.

Ling Ye put her hands lazily on the side of her ears, enjoying Ouyang Qing kissing her all over her body in this way.

"Even the saltiness of the sea is dispelled by your fragrance......"

Ouyang Qing bit Ling Ye's ear and whispered, his hand, along with his kiss, caressed Ling Ye's whole body. Everywhere she went, she felt like her skin was about to burn. Ling Ye felt more and more dizzy, she closed her eyes, listened to the singing of the female mermaid in the sea breeze, enjoyed the warm temperature of the sea sun, and enjoyed Ouyang Qing's loving kiss.

She never knew that the two of them were blended together on the basis of love, and it was such a joyful thing.

In the past, she was just for venting, just for personal gain, but this time, she finally had an unforgettable feeling.

Ling Ye couldn't stop moaning, Ouyang Qing was already confused, the tip of her wet and hot tongue went along her chest and past her navel, and continued to probe towards the soft and tender hundred gardens. The moist coolness instantly hit Ling Ye's heart, and she was numb and crispy, only to feel that the petals were expanding, and it seemed that a viscous spring had soaked its stamens.

Ouyang Qing's hands caressed her thighs forward, and the budding stamens ushered in the flowering period in his hands. It was the first time for him, and the word green seemed to be engraved on his red cheeks. He kissed Ling Ye's red lips, his lips and teeth leaned together, and he kept repeating the word "Ah Li".

Ling Ye's hands wrapped around Ouyang Qing's solid back, and the sticky sweat and seawater made Ouyang Qing's clothes stick tightly to his body. She thought that her clothes were in the way, so she took Ouyang Qing's clothes off with a move, revealing his sturdy mermaid line. Against the background of golden sunlight, Ouyang Qing is like a hero who has fought three hundred rounds with the Kraken, exuding a male allure that women can't resist.

Ling Ye couldn't be suppressed anymore, she suddenly sat up, and pressed Ouyang Qing under her with a push of her hand.

The glow of the red sun shrouded Ling Ye's body, setting off her skin to become more and more white and attractive. The looming hemispheric ravine dangled in front of Ouyang Qing's eyes, stimulating his blood and blood to flow sideways, and his lower body was swollen and painful. Ling Ye leaned over and took the black pearl on Ouyang Qing's chest, and the tip of his hot tongue swirled around the black pearl, teasing Ouyang Qing's heart, as if a pair of hands were scratching in his heart and going crazy, but he just couldn't catch those hands.

Ouyang Qing took a heavy breath, and his hands couldn't stop reaching for Ling Ye's slender waist.

Their lower bodies touched each other, although they were separated by coarse linen pants, but Ouyang Qing's pipe was already like a pillar of heaven, and Ling Ye could feel a hot and hot feeling burning to his heart. Ling Ye slightly opened her sandalwood lips, licked the root of Ouyang Qing's ear, but her right hand consciously reached into Ouyang Qing's thigh, untied the hemp pants that bound the pipe, and stretched it deeper.

Ouyang Qing's heart trembled, and he kissed Ling Ye more and more frantically, like a rainstorm kissing a pear blossom.

"Ah Li...... Ah Li...... I love you so much......"

"Qing, I love you...... I just want to, want to be your real wife! ”

"Ah Li......"

Ling Ye's hand had already grasped Ouyang Qing's pipe, it was so hard and long that Ling Ye couldn't hold it at all.

Ouyang Qing turned over and pressed Ling Ye under him, he no longer had the slightest hesitation and greenness, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, rushing straight into the delicate flower land. Ling Ye's body trembled, enjoying the moment when Ouyang Qing and her blended together. The sea breeze came with the breath of sunshine, like Ouyang Qing's kiss, making Ling Ye feel as ethereal as the clouds and mist.

At this moment, he finally became Ling Ye's man, the only man Ling Ye loved in this life.

At this moment, she finally became Ouyang Qing's woman, a woman that Ouyang Qing will never abandon in her life.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

"Ah Li......"

"Green ......"

Ling Ye's groaning voice was low and misty, his face was crimson, his teeth bit his red lips lightly, and his body rhymed with Ouyang Qing.

She had just woken up from a deep coma, and her weak body made her think that she was about to be unable to bear Ouyang Qing's love. But this kind of tearing pain with pleasant pleasure made Ling Ye's heart even more excited. Her body was as soft as the sea, and Ouyang Qing was like the lightning in the sky, galloping on the sea. Every blow he struck seemed to go straight to the depths of Ling Ye's body, stirring up the flower liquid to nourish Ling Ye's stamens.

The female merman's singing voice became louder and louder, sentence by sentence, just like the "Ah Li" called by Ouyang Qing at this time, hitting her heart - ruthless is not like affectionate suffering, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness......