The sugar demon didn't know whether to be happy or cry.

Is this the price of death?

"Don't you feel pain? Don't you want me to touch it for you? ”

The sugar demon's ruffian voice fell, and her pink tongue swept slightly across her lips.

"Why can't you stand it now? Well? ”

"Wasn't it fun just now?" The sugar demon's eyes narrowed.

Mo Xun: "......"

Now it seems a little bit of fun, this little girl has come to her senses.

And I'm in a bit of an awkward position.

"It doesn't seem to hurt that much."

What are you kidding, if you continue like this, you won't have to explode to death.

"Don't be so anxious, let's continue, I'll definitely help you see if there's anything hurt!"

The sugar demon said lazily, his hand caressing his chest like a feather.

Mo Xun already knew that this girl would not let go of herself.

He smiled awkwardly and took all of her hands in his hands.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked you, don't make trouble, okay."

Mo Xun really couldn't stand the temptation of this little guy's deliberate effort.

Although it's not that I haven't seen a woman, it doesn't matter if I like a woman I am interested in, or how enchanting she is in front of me.

"Don't you feel pain? I'll take a look at it for you. ”

The sugar demon blinked innocently and smiled.

"Don't feel shy."

The corners of Mo Xun's mouth twitched slightly, and his hand was released.

This little guy actually wants to play with himself, so he can accompany him.

"Since you have invited me so warmly, then I will reluctantly agree to you."

The sugar demon got stuck in his throat with a mouthful of old blood, and he couldn't go down.

I originally thought that this demon finally had a great conscience and found that it was impossible to do anything to himself.

Now I know that this TMD is shameless, and men will not know what shyness is at all, and it is impossible to have a conscience.

The sugar demon always felt his nosebleed again.

Mo Xun had a bad smile, and even the two thick eyebrows rippled softly.

It seems to be smiling all the time, crooked, like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky.

Fair skin sets off pale peach-colored lips.

A straight body, a handsome face, and a whole body full of explosive muscles.

The lines of the muscles are close to perfect, and although the skin is fair, it never feels like a mother.

No matter how you look at it, I feel that this man is seducing himself, why is this man so demonic.

"Stay here." The sugar demon is full of black lines.

Forget it, it's an insult to say these things to this man.

The sugar demon puffed out his faces on both sides.

Originally, I wanted to arouse his desire, but after thinking about it for a while, it seemed that he couldn't take responsibility for the consequences, so he gave up this idea again.

"Your wound can't be healed overnight."

"So you know, why don't you compensate me?"

Mo Xun leaned lazily on the head of the bed, three thousand ink hair gently fell on Jinzi's face, across his chest, and the appearance of abstinence and enthusiasm was unbearable.

The sugar demon always felt that his heart was constantly beating.

This demon is really a demon.

It's just that you want to eat yourself to death.

"In compensating you for a slap in the face, sending you down and King Yama?"

"Your heart is really good." Mo Xun sighed deeply and mourned in silence.

This little guy is different from the others, but it's different, a little too much.