In the dark dormitory, the fire was extinguished.

In the corner of the room, I don't know when a rich fragrance was burned.

The aroma is strong, not at all the usual dose of pleasure, it is to make people dizzy, and only the most primitive instinct remains.

The resonant sound reverberates in the temple.

The woman's suppressed sobs, the man's muffled snort.

There was also the sound of the fabric rubbing, and the almost inaudible sound of slippery water.

There were no more figures on the table of the Eight Immortals, only messy and tattered clothes, and wrinkled wedding dresses.

And in the inner bedroom, in front of the bed of the red sandalwood thousand workers, it was also messy.

The man's middle coat, delicate jade pillow, and gold brocade bedding were all thrown under the bed.

In the half-hidden and half-falling soft smoke tent, in the dim light, it is not difficult to see the embarrassing picture.

Su Shengsheng was lying on top of the two soft pillows, exhausted.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her eyes were watery, and her expression was dazed, like joy and pain.

A low, nasal voice overflowed, and her red, swollen lips moved, half loud but only a hoarse whimper.

The almost inaudible sound was weaker than the meow of a kitten, and it was not enough to express even the slightest resistance.

At this moment, someone scooped away her long hair, revealing her flushed cheeks.

Then, the slender fingers pinched her chin and turned back—

Then she was kissed fiercely.

Suddenly, the exhalation and inhalation in the snort were gone.

All that remained of the familiar smell on the tip of her nose was the reassuring and pleasant breath that had made her feel reassured and happy.

Su Shengsheng's mind was dazed, knowing that everything at this moment was deviant and absurd.

But her body is not controlled by herself at all, as if she has left her soul, longing and disgusting, catering and alienating.

But in the end, it was as soft as mud, and in that person's arms, it became all kinds of looks that the other party wanted.

Pleasure flooded deep in her body, wave after wave, like an endless wave, sometimes pushing her to the top of the wave, sometimes driving her mercilessly into the abyss.

At the end of the abyss is the extreme depression of all five senses, just to tear the last string in her mind and throw her to the top.

She used all her strength to dodge his kiss, but she couldn't avoid the unbridled slash.

Suddenly, she was picked up and snuggled into his arms.

Wei Huaijin hugged Su Shengsheng in his arms, and his palm supported her back.

In the dark tent of the bed, they were lips to lips, face to face, chests against belly, bellies to belly.

Such a sticky obsession is familiar to her, and it is also completely unfamiliar to her.

Once she thought that what she experienced was all, even if she was not extreme, what she got and felt should be the end of the world, the bliss of the world.

But she never thought that she never knew what kind of ancient music this yin and yang harmony and water and milk 1 blended together.

What kind of extreme possession and giving, so that her three souls and six spirits were all withdrawn, and he easily dragged them in the palm of his hand.

For a moment, she thought.

It's better to leave it at that, forget about everything.

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape the net he had spread.

Pestering her, locking her, would rather suffocate her than let her go.

Whether she bleeds or sheds tears, she will eventually be crushed with her and ashes will be destroyed with her.

The night has been upside down, and when the cold night is deepening, it is still not over.

The incense has long been turned to ashes, and the remaining room has a strong fragrance.

Kick off a quilt and leave a slightly thinner one on the bed.

Wei Huaijin hugged Su Shengsheng on the thin quilt on the bed, and loved him very much.