The robes are so complicated that the ties are untied so that the skin is not exposed.

The Demon King paused at this moment.

He looked down at the girl below him, "Lily, you understand what I'm doing now, don't you?" ”

Ah Zhao looked at him and didn't speak.

The color of her sky-blue eyes had darkened, and the tide of desire slowly swelled up in the spring water that was forever clear to the end.

She stretched out her white arm and put it on the neck of the demon king, and with a slight force, the bodies of the two people were tightly pressed together.

"Are you trying to let me take it off by myself?" She bit his ear and laughed.

The Demon King pressed the arm around her waist and suddenly exerted force.

Sensing her intentions, Ah Zhao hurriedly shouted: "You light, I like this dress very much......"

"Sting!"

Before the words fell, a clear cracking sound sounded in the quiet hall, accompanied by the deep voice of the demon king: "It's okay, just do it again." ”

Zhao: "......"

She didn't care about getting angry, because there was something more important to do.

Her entire front was torn open, exposing her bare skin to the air.

The temperature of the Demon Palace is always kept at the most suitable temperature, but at this moment, facing the scorching gaze of the Demon King, Ah Zhao only felt that the large area of skin seemed to be burned by fire, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Her hand was gripped in her hand.

"No cover-up."

"It's beautiful."

The Demon King leaned down and tasted this delicious body inch by inch with his lips and tongue, from the slender neck, to the delicate collarbone, and then down, the trembling secret fruit, even the navel was not spared.

Ah Zhao was already so hot by this sweet torture that he was about to cry.

"Don't ...... No......" she muttered.

"What's not to do?" The man took her lips in his mouth again and chuckled under his breath.

The lower body was cold, and the last shelter was gone.

The skin-to-skin touch was so beautiful that Ah Zhao couldn't help but lift his body, wanting to get closer to him, a little closer.

Her body rubbed against him unconsciously, but she didn't notice that the man's eyes were darkening and darkening.

"I ...... Woo, it's uncomfortable......" Ah Zhao climbed his neck and muttered coquettishly.

"What's the discomfort?" The Demon King's hands roamed over her unhurriedly, and asked with a wicked look.

What does this make her say?

Ah Zhao bit his chest hatefully.

Obviously, his body was as hard as iron, but he was still holding it deliberately.

Ah Zhao rolled his eyes, quietly lifted a leg, and hooked his waist......

The Demon King's face sank.

Bear with me, he's really not a man anymore.

Looking at him like this, Ah Zhao laughed like a goblin who had succeeded in his treacherous scheme.

But soon she couldn't laugh anymore.

"You, you get out!" Her face turned white with pain.

How, how could there be such a terrible murder weapon?

Are all demons demons?

It's easy to ask the gods, the demon king noticed her nervousness, patiently stopped the movements, kissed her lips comfortingly, and shouted her name one by one.

"Ah Zhao...... Ah Zhao ......"

When she finally stopped being so uncomfortable and her eyes began to shine again, he knew that this girl had accepted herself.

He lowered his head, took the delicate lip flap in his mouth, blocked the broken and delicate moans in her throat, and sank with her into the abyss of desire.