As if in order to make the little bald head enjoy the pleasure of eating meat more happily, the moment the little bald head's eyes narrowed, the environment they were in suddenly changed. A few begonia flowers with dense flowers bloom in the mist, and the heavy pink and light red flowers occasionally hang down a few branches to cover the sight of the two, and the begonia flowers also carry dewdrops, sprinkling the two of them clearly.

It is said that begonias have no fragrance, but this begonia clearly has a faint sweet fragrance, not greasy sweetness, but after drinking a good tea, the lingering fragrance between the lips, teeth and mouthpiece, graceful and melodious sweetness. I don't know where a gust of wind blows, blowing off the begonia petals, spreading the flowers between the heaven and the earth, and the fragrance of the flowers lingers in the heart, which makes people drunk and intoxicated.

Fu Su didn't have time to sigh at this beautiful scenery, she just wanted to complain about the treatment, why did she recommend the little bald head when she didn't have such a configuration, the little bald head was really jealous. Seeing that he was about to be eaten, Fu Su tried his divine sense and sword intent and couldn't break the ban, so he calmly looked at the little bald head: "That wisp of divine consciousness in the last world has disappeared, you must remember this time, little bald head, don't smash me with a Zen staff later, blame me for tempting your Zen heart to lose." ”

At this time, she felt how good the divine consciousness of the previous world was, although she was also a little afraid, but more reassured. Looking at Jing Zhao stretching out his hand a little bit, from time to time begonia petals fell from his fingertips, and the white hands of the white monk's robe were so charming. It turns out that the most thrilling thing in this world is just like what is in front of you - God has fallen into the earth, so beautiful as a poppy, knowing that he will fall into the abyss and will never recover, but he is still attracted by this beauty.

Jing Zhao's fingertips fell between Fusu's eyebrows and eyes like petals. Tracing her eyebrows with her index finger, her eyelids fluttered a few times and closed slightly. His fingers brushed his eyes again, then down his nose and down his lips. The soft and moist lips are very satisfying to the touch. Then the fingers slid along the chin to the neck, and at the same time the lips and tongue against the lips and tongue, sucking and licking and biting the soft lip flap, occasionally burrowing into the teeth and retangling it.

Although she had eaten Jing Zhao many times, this time it was so different, just her lips and tongue were against each other, Jing Zhao's hand was still brushing her lap, not deep, but she was already soft. Emotional. Jing Zhao held her head with his right hand, and his left hand quickly slipped back from the placket and squeezed her into his arms, as if he wished there was no space at all.

As soon as his lips and tongue were released, Fu Su gasped and reached out to wrap his arms around Jing Zhao's neck, narrowing his already slender eyes into a slit, and his voice was unconsciously panting and delicate when he spoke: "Little bald head, you seem to be more and more knowledgeable." ”

"Sour?" Jing Zhao groaned softly, his mouth smacking. The taste of Ukisu's mouth echoed between the lips and tongue.

Just finished eating the sour spirit fruit, the mouth must be sour, the spirit fruit has a little cherry aroma, but it is sour and juicy. Seedless and thick. Fu Su was glad that he didn't eat the spirit fruit that tasted similar to garlic, otherwise Jing Zhao would definitely dislike this kiss: "If you don't strangle me, and we have a next time." It must be sweet next time, little bald. Are you going to do this? ”

After that, Fu Su's arm was forced. Turning over the melon, he threw the little bald head under him, and licked and bit the little bald head's ear, panting for warm breath in his ear. The little bald head trembled lightly because of her movements, and the tingling in her ears went straight to her soul like her. Then, she heard the little bald head calling her name: "Fusu, Fusu......"

Jing Zhao, whose eyes were hot and eager, looked for Fusu's eyes with his eyes, and Fusu got up and sat on his stomach, and with a hook of his hand, he was about to untie the knot around his waist. But she stopped her movements inexplicably, and there seemed to be some sourness in her eyes, but she was soon pressed down again, and the tie around her waist was like willow silk. As soon as the blouse was unrestrained, it peeled off like petals, and as soon as the belly pocket lacing was loosened, the snow-white peaks rippled under the gaze of Jing Zhao, and continued with the movements of Fu Su.

I saw Jing Zhao raise his upper body slightly, press Fusu closer to his chest, and then brushed the peaks with his fingertips, stopped at the top for a long time and refused to go, and did not move for a long time. Fusu felt Jing Zhao's breathing stop, as if he had been completely fascinated by the scenery in front of him. When he breathed again, the hot air gushed out, ironed on Fusu's chest at a distance, and it was still hot.

"It's beautiful." After Jing Zhao's words, he lifted the peaks to a high place, and let go of them, and the peaks that had lost their support shook up the white waves. Jing Zhao's eyes became more intense, and the movements of his hands also accelerated, as if he was slapping the waves with his hands, placing his hands under the peaks and gently holding them up.

Fu Su let out a long groan uncontrollably, and just when she couldn't stop, Jing Zhao pressed her under her with a wrong body, and then bowed her head and swallowed the peak that had been slapped out of a piece of light powder into her mouth. His hand continued to beat the waves on the other side, and he didn't stop for a moment, until he was satisfied, and then he turned his hand to slide down the curve of his waist and abdomen little by little.

The head that had been stuck on his chest also kissed little by little, and he didn't stop until he was buried in the lush depths of the gurgling water. The head is slightly raised, and the fingers are picked into it, luring the water out little by little. When Fu Su couldn't help screaming and straightened up his waist to Jing Zhao, he looked at Fu Su's completely red body and smiled, and his voice was as hot as his hand: "Look at you, you are so easy to get emotional, you just get up, you will be out of control, what can you do later." ”

Fu Su was a little confused, such a frivolous but soft and fiery tone had never been heard before, no matter how emotional the little bald head was, he had never said any frivolous words. How could the little bald head actually say this this time, didn't he say "don't" at most before.

At the same time as she was stunned, Jing Zhao picked up the flesh petal wrapped in Ruizhu with his hand, pulled it lightly, and flicked his fingertips, and the tide that had just receded at the beginning of the floating su was provoked by his actions again. Fu Su was teased by him and wanted to tell him to hurry up, stop teasing her like this, let's do it with real knives and real guns, don't fix all this, I didn't see her...... It's all soaking wet.

But Jing Zhao was not as she wished, and she had to grind her a little bit and almost go crazy, until she said: "Little bald head, I want you, I want you...... Stop teasing me, I want you. ”

"What do you want me to do?" Jing Zhao ignored the words "little bald head" and only focused on "I want you".

Fu Su heard that something was wrong, and this dialogue was too familiar, why was it so similar to the bridge in the H book. The answer is generally "I want you X me", "I want you to come in" or something, and then the next thing should be the little bald head pointing at something, and then forcing her to say "I want your XX". Ni Mei, it's not okay to develop like this, we still have to be self-reliant, and we would rather work backwards than open this mouth.

Do whatever you want, Fu Su strained her hands, sat up, looked at Jing Zhao "hey, hey, hey" and laughed three times, and then pounced hard, before Jing Zhao could react, she had deeply incorporated the moxibustion heat of the little bald head into her body. Half-crouched on Jing Zhao's body to sit up and fall again, light or heavy, deep or shallow, this kind of pleasure that can control the rhythm by oneself is much higher than letting the little bald head push her down, because how she can be happy, in terms of physical pleasure, who can know herself better than her.

But Jing Zhao was very dissatisfied with being pushed down, even when he was pumping, he turned over, pressed Fusu under him, and pushed it in heavily, poking Fusu "Ah" and screaming. Only then did he rub a few handfuls of snow-white peaks with satisfaction, and his waist was so heavy that he forgot to fight back, but squinted his eyes, and groaned lightly or heavily, so that the pleasure of his body gradually climbed higher in this moan.

She gushed out of the water again and again, and Jing Zhao went deeper along the water, without the slightest intention of stopping. Although the little bald head used to have a good capital, but the cost is good to this extent, Fusu really hasn't tried it, and she doesn't want to try, she can't stand it anymore. The pleasure on her body was superimposed, and now, she almost entered a void realm, feeling that the entire world world was supported by a soft cloud floating in midair, so much that she almost collapsed.

This kind of prostration is not physical, but spiritual, and it is a trouble for the body to be too strong!

When Jingzhao finally stopped, the begonia flowers of the four fields had wrapped them deeply in them with petals, occasionally revealing a piece of white skin, which was even more shocking like snow. Jing Zhao still stayed in her body and refused to leave, and when she thought he was important and pushed him away, he turned to one side and held her on his body.

The streamer wanted to drill out and take a look, but when he saw this picture, he quickly retracted it. These two immoral guys don't want to think that it is just a newborn sword spirit, like a human child, and they often let it see such a picture of hurting the fragile heart, too ...... It's so immoral.

"Hmph, this time it depends on how the two of you deal with it, the wisp of divine consciousness in the previous life is there, and you can also seal the memory of who eats whom, now it's gone, little bald, you just wait for the Zen heart to be lost, and the demon barrier to breed." There is also a foodie like Fusu, wait for you to die, the meat of the little bald head is not so delicious. The moment you become a demon obstacle in his heart, that is, when you are strangled to death by him, congratulations, you are getting closer and closer to that moment! ”

After the streamer belly was slandered, it took a long time to get out of the Qiankun bracelet, but the two were still hugging each other, Jing Zhao had closed his eyes, and Fu Su was looking around with his eyes. Falling flowers are like quilts, covering the bodies of the two under them, Fusu saw the streamer coming out, sighed and said, "Streamer, what should I do." ”

"I didn't think about what to do after eating, it's too late."

"You also know that I can't resist, willpower is equal to zero, if he doesn't push me, I have to push him, not to mention that he takes the initiative to push me, how can I refuse."

Streamer was about to say two sentences to Fusu, but heard Jing Zhao throw out two words: "Long-winded." ”

As soon as he heard Jing Zhao speak, the streamer immediately obediently got out, the master was on top, and the little bald head had not eaten enough rhythm. (To be continued......)