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Di Xinyao's active action looked particularly tempting in Shang Wuxie's eyes, and the peripheral eye of her eyes could just catch a glimpse of the snowball exposed at the collar of her coat.

The two snowballs were squeezed and deformed under the ups and downs of Di Xin Yao's body back and forth, and the slight redness on them made its color look extremely bright.

At the same time, Shang Wuxian's hands did not stop, and he kept stroking back and forth on Di Xinyao's back, and then slowly moved down and touched the two ****.

Shang Wuxian kept rubbing the two rounds in his hands, and the plump touch made his body burn hot, and the wooden stick under him was also held high.

It wasn't until the wooden stick under him could no longer let Di Xin Yao lie on his body smoothly that he hugged Di Xin Yao's waist tightly, and then pressed her on the bed.

Her two round snowballs have been half-hidden like this, teasing her innocent heart so that he can't hold back the desire at this moment, and tears off her robe.

After the sound of tearing, Di Xinyao's white skin from his chest to the root of his thighs was exposed to Shang Wuxi's eyes, like a fuse, completely igniting the flames in his body.

Shang Wuxian lowered his head, sucked her pink cherry into his mouth in one bite, and then kept **** with the tip of his tongue, and then scraped it with his lips.

His actions undoubtedly made Di Xin Yao's torrent even more flooding, until the dress under her was completely soaked, and Shang Wuxian reached into the bottom of the skirt with one hand, and the other hand tentatively reached into Di Xin Yao's mouth.

At this moment, Di Xin Yao had completely lost his mind, no matter what was in front of him, he just swallowed it in his mouth as much as he could, sucking his innocent index finger back and forth, stained with transparent saliva.

Shang Wuxian felt the faint suction on his hand, and then the other side had already reached under the soaked skirt and slowly touched Di Xin Yao's smooth thighs.

The inner thighs were already wet, and the innocent hands were also stained with her fresh liquid, and then he reached up and touched the tender peach hole.

When touching this sensitive area, Di Xinyao couldn't help but raise her head and let out a suffocating gasp from her throat.

Shang Wuxian gently dug a finger into the tight hole, and in an instant, pressure surged in all directions, pressing his fingers.

Even shuttling back and forth in it was a bit laborious, and the innocent wooden stick on it seemed to empathize, and it grew bigger and bigger until it couldn't help itself.

The current Di Xin Yao was lying on the bed with a crimson face, and there was a drop of crystal saliva at the corner of his mouth, and Shang Wuxian took off the robe on his body, and the wooden stick immediately popped out.

Shang Wuxian grabbed Di Xinyao's hand and let her play with her wooden stick back and forth, as if to penetrate her little hand.

The raised green tendons on the wooden stick stimulated Di Xinyao's nerves all the time, and just when she was delirious, she sat up while fiddling with the wooden stick.

Next, Di Xinyao stuffed the wooden stick into his mouth in one bite, but the wooden stick was too thick and could only be stuffed with the front end.

The moment he stuffed it in, Shang Wuxian felt that the soul of his whole body was concentrated on the wooden stick, and Di Xin Yao's warm and humid little mouth opened and closed, swallowing the wooden stick even thicker, so that Shang Wuxian couldn't resist this temptation.