PS: (The following chapter has been changed several times, for fear of being eaten by the magical river crab king!) And then I didn't finish this chapter.,The next chapter will continue to eat.,Actually, I want to challenge myself to write three chapters of meat in a row.,But this task is too arduous.。 I really don't know how the people who read ten chapters and eight chapters of meat that Lu Dao used to read wrote it, but now that I think about it, the people who write meat are actually talents, just men and women's sports, so many words, so many tricks, it's really eye-opening. ）

A thick fog suddenly rose in the mountains, and the night had fallen low, and several translucent evening stars in the sky exuded a clear light under the clear night sky like deep blue glass, as if the gems had been perfectly cut by the hands of the best jewelers, exuding a charming light as if it were a child.

On the treetops in the forest, the finches that return late are in flocks, and from time to time they sing clear and clear through the world. The dense fog condenses into tiny droplets of water on the branches and leaves, and falls into a moist with the fragrance of the trees in the song of birds and insects. At this moment, in the eyes of Jing Zhao, the moment many years ago seems to be staged again, and the rain and dew between the eyebrows of Fusu seem to have a sweet fragrance, which makes people unconsciously want to taste whether it is as rich and luscious as imagined.

Jing Zhao stretched out his hand and touched Fu Su's eyebrows lightly, and his fingers were slightly wet, because both of them unconsciously used some spiritual power to resist the cold of the night in the mountains, and the water mist was warm and slippery to the touch, as if they were touching the petals bathed in the sun after the rain. It has been almost twenty years, and it was only at this moment that Jing Zhao discovered that that scene, like the poison that eats away at the soul of the bone, has been deeply rooted in his flesh and bones.

This is the stinger that should be removed, but at this moment, desire has obscured most of his reason, and the remaining few points are not enough for him to start a seal and completely remove this stinger. He just strained his back. Instead, he pressed Fusu under him. The smooth head is buried in the same smooth peaks of the floating soda, licking and sucking repeatedly. I want to suck away all the dew that covers it.

Different from the previous strength, Fusu moaned involuntarily, and stroked Jing Zhao's slightly stinging head with both hands. He pressed his chest and abdomen tightly against her, so that there was no more space between them, exuding a hot body rubbing unobstructedly, just such a simple friction had made Fusu uncontrollably arch his waist, wanting to ask for more.

"Yike...... Lighter ......" to a sharp bite. A slight stinging pain spread from the top of the peak to the surrounding body, and the stinging pain did not subside, and the tongue was heavy and gentle, and it was pressed against the small round bead on the peak, licking it back and forth over and over again. Fusu felt like a block of ice melted in warm water, but she melted between Jing Zhao's lips and tongue, and was lost and sunk.

Following the undulating curves of the peaks, Chi Luo, who was still immortal around the waist of Fusu, was faded one by one by Jing Zhao, and his wet tongue licked her almost every inch of Fusu's skin. Then it falls between the legs. Fusu unconsciously wanted to close his legs, but was held down by Jing Zhao's knees. With a little force, the body of the floating su is completely and completely opened. In the confusion, Fusu seemed to see Jing Zhao smile passionately at her, and then bowed her head, and the damp heat and warmth moved up and down her knees little by little.

Fusu couldn't bear this teasing anymore, and now she just hoped that Jing Zhao would be faster, and not tease her like this again, teasing her to be crazy, but not satisfied with her. He always left again when he approached the delicateness, and when he left, he spewed out his hot breath again, and she straightened her waist uncontrollably, longing for his lips and tongue to patronize.

Just when Fu Su almost couldn't help it, he reached out and pressed the little bald head between her legs, the little bald head looked up from between her legs as if there were peach blossoms blooming between her eyebrows and eyes, and smiled very bewitchingly. Just when Fu Su was hooked by this smile, the softest and hottest part of the cold leg was completely absorbed under the lips and tongue - you dead cleanliness fetish, cast a woolen dust cleansing spell!

As soon as the cool cold wind passed, Fu Su was even more sucked and bitten by the warm lips and tongue and wanted to shout: "Engage in wool, if you want to get a real knife and a real gun, don't do this nothing!" ”

Because this void wants her to be real, the emptiness of the body and the moist desire to be filled, as if the body and soul are shouting for the little bald head to be "ravaged" quickly.

How could Jing Zhao be so easily satisfied with her, his lips and tongue sometimes soft, sometimes vigorously gnawing back and forth between her lush and soft valleys, as if to eat her. As if she were an edible flower, he peeled off the petals one by one and swallowed them in his belly, and then resisted the stamens and refused to go, so that he had to suck up the sweetness in the flower room.

This action, Rao is Fusu has seen and eaten, and she can't help but be dumbfounded, because the accident is even more emotional, and she can't help but moan loudly. Fusu was very happy, but after this pleasure accumulated too much, it made her want to avoid it, and the pleasure came too much and too quickly, so fast that she couldn't bear it. But Jing Zhao reached out and pressed her waist tightly in place, her lips and tongue squirmed slightly, and she held the delicate flower deep and refused to leave.

After teasing it, Fu Su has completely sunk into the tide of moxibustion fever, only to feel that something is squeezing out between his legs, and his whole body is so comfortable that he can't express it in pale words. The pleasure is like a torrent that is about to break the embankment in a storm, and at the moment of breaking through, Fusu's mind is blank, only the pleasure completely submerges her, and the pleasure of the tide cannot be calmed down for a long time.

Jing Zhao still didn't stop, but Fu Su couldn't bear any more, so he had to use one force to snatch it back from Jing Zhao, refusing to let any of his movements stimulate her again. Jing Zhaopu no longer insisted on teasing her, only bit her ear lightly, and spit out a fiery sentence in her ear: "It's so unbearable, how is it good." ”

Fu Su's eyes widened, and her hand was led by Jing Zhao to land on his stiff pillar, and her angry desire could even touch every fold. Only then did she remember that she was happy, but she didn't have a real knife or a gun at all, that wasn't good, the little bald head seemed to refuse to let her go, but she really couldn't bear it: "Let's keep it for next time." ”

For her to think about the next time, Jing Zhao didn't say a word, only reached out to pick up the white flesh ball on her chest, dragged one of them, and gently put her slender and powerful fingers on the top, and playfully said with a smile in her ear: "Like it?" ”

"Ahem, it's fine."

"Just okay?"

Seeing that Jing Zhao was about to turn over and press her again, and bowed his head down, Fu Su hurriedly held down his movements, and hurriedly added: "Don't don't, it's very good, it's very good, I like it very much, okay." ”

Obviously, Fu Su's insincere tone did not perfunctory Jing Zhao: "No, not sincere." ”

……

How sincere is that, Fusu sincerely wanted to give Jing Zhao a sword: "I...... I...... It's so good, I can't bear it that much at a moment, you ...... You've got to give me a breather. ”

"Well, that's sincere." Jing Zhao stopped moving, only hugged her in front of his chest, hugged her tightly in his arms, and the movements of his hands became gentle. The desire is still not gone, but for the sake of Fusu Fangcai's "sincere begging for mercy", Jing Zhao spared her for a moment to let her rest.

Fusu lay on Jing Zhao's chest, and at first she was still immersed in the afterglow after the high tide, but after a while, such a hug couldn't help but remind her of Chenjun, her eyes were slightly sour, and she silently shouted in her heart: "Tianchen." ”

So his eyes were slightly wet, but he refused to cry in the end, Fusu had never thought about a person like this. Even if it is a modern parent, after trying all kinds of methods and not being able to go back, she has learned not to remember, but she will remember Tianchen over and over again, so that she knows that love in the world is indeed the most disturbing existence.

At this moment, Jing Zhao hooked Fusu's chin and asked, "Why is it sentimental?" ”

"There's no reason." Fu Su thought to himself, they are just making furnaces and sleeping furnaces, so don't talk about life ideals, it's boring. However, little bald head, you are actually casually sleeping demon cultivation outside, it seems that you are not a good person!

At this time, there was a moment when his consciousness seemed to be waking up, but the hot and delicate and slippery floating su in his arms moved his body, and the little sobriety that he was about to emerge was pressed down again, the soft fragrance floated, and the skin of the floating su was like smeared rouge all over the body, light powder and thin even, which was the most attractive color and posture.

When Jing Zhao moved his hands on Fu Su's body, Fu Su couldn't help frowning, not for the non-stop hands on his body, but for Jing Zhao's strange state at the moment. Why is it so easy to lose for what Jing Zhao is, and what is so easy to sink into desire and hope, is it just because the sword intent of silence is attracted to Zen cultivation, no, it's not like. What could it be because of what, Fu Su couldn't help but wonder at this time, when Chen Jun was born, whether there was any accident, otherwise how could the power of Zen Buddhism, which is the most difficult to move mortal thoughts, easily fall into the sea of desire.

As she was about to continue her thoughts, Jing Zhao's index and middle fingers gently peeled off the delicate flower between her legs, and then ran through her body through the slippery hole. The feeling of fingers entering the body is very weird, and Fusu doesn't like it very much, but because of the accumulation of water in the body, it is very smooth, which reduces the discomfort of fingers entering, and has a bit of pleasure of rubbing against each other.

Jing Zhao teased Fu Su so much that he almost wanted to face his moxibustion fever and stand up, and he himself was also emotional, and a few drops of dew poured out on the stiffness of Fu Su, which fell on Fu Su's skin in a round way, and then because the bodies of the two rubbing against each other were wiped away, a unique smell diffused. It doesn't smell bad, it doesn't smell good, but it makes both of them understand that they are ready for each other.

But Jing Zhao was not in a hurry, just kept teasing her with his hand, as if he only wanted to make her arch her body more frantically until he was welcomed into the depths of the flower room. Fu Su leaned back her neck, the line of her entire upper body was stretched extremely slender, and after she let out a long groan, she really couldn't wait patiently: "Give it to me, give it to me......"

"What for you?"

……

This is the rhythm of looking for pushes! The little bald head is too bad at learning a lesson, didn't he ask something similar last time, but it turned out to be pushed instead, and he didn't know how to remember it.

Fu Su resolutely wanted to turn over and counterpress, but was held down by the little bald head to prevent her from moving, and continued to ask her in a confusing tone: "What you give you, you say, I will give it." (To be continued......)