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86_86090Zhou Yang felt a hot and hot liquid in his body, like magma, and wanted to erupt from the holes around his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and all the experience was almost a kick in the door, and he had to shoot this kick to calm the heat in his heart.

At this moment, he felt a delicate cranberry between his lips sliding, and he woke up slightly, and when he regained consciousness, his consciousness was still in the illusion, and he couldn't tell that this was Ishihara's seductive ruddy, clove tongue sticking to the crystal liquid.

Sensing the swimming cranfish, Zhou Yang's chapped lips opened slightly, like a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time and traveled the desert for a long time, he stretched out his tongue and licked the cranfish with plenty of moisture.

"Oh......"

Under this stimulus, Ishihara let out a sound that was extremely comfortable, and a stream of heat erupted from a certain part of her body, sending out a strange fragrance, with an indescribable aura, making the entire cave permeated with a mesmerizing smell.

Zhou Yang, who tasted the sweetness, seemed to be searching for a treasure, and her tongue kept stirring in Ishihara's mouth, making her fragrant and flowing to the thirsty man below.

At this time, the clones that were closely integrated and oppressed even more hideously were even more steaming and murderous.

In a daze, Ishihara touched the giant stick that burned her with pain, and the strong touch made her calves tremble, and this stimulation made her feel the urge to see what kind of treasure it was.

The mouth kept stopping, and the tip of the tongue was sticking to a trace of the crystal liquid mixed in the mouths of the two, Ishihara was like a rough man at this moment, freeing up one hand and brutally tearing off Zhou Yang's shirt......

At this time, Zhou Yang was trapped in the internal and external difficulties, affected by the mark of the evil moon, and his heart was like a blazing fire cooking oil, like the scorching sun scorching the earth, and flames erupted from top to bottom of his body.

At this time, Ishihara was water, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, his eyes were filled with mist, and his mouth was still sticking to the crystal liquid mixed by the two of them, and what was even more embarrassing was that in her most mysterious place, there was a clear spring with a strange fragrance.

Zhou Yang sensed this Wang Qingquan, although his body was sleepy and did not have half of his strength, but there was one place where it seemed that he could not exhaust his strength, he only moved his waist slightly, and the dragon head that looked up and bloomed was low in the mountain stream of a forest.

"Ah......h

Ishihara let go of his little hand, and in this induction of water and fire, he let out a soft cry that seemed to be crying but not crying. However, Zhou Yang's hideous dragon head only turned around on the edge of the mountain stream, but there was no door to enter, and this kind of tingling and itching made Ishihara even more uncomfortable.

She just wanted to engulf this mischievous creature so that it could itch itself to the point of crushing the creek.

Without a teacher, Ishihara gently moved the blooming dragon head and jade hand to his bubbling stream......

"Poof......

Fiery, hot, painful, and itchy, multiple feelings made Ishihara's pretty face mutate.

Just as she was about to take out this annoying giant stick, a refreshing feeling of relief hit her, and she never had the courage to take it out again.

At the same time, Zhou Yang's waist and abdomen writhed slightly, and Ishihara's petite body sitting on it began to rise and fall rhythmically.

Lips facing each other, the tip of the tongue touching lightly......

With his hands around his waist, the jade rabbit trembled lightly......

When the door opened, the dragon head was angry......

A place of spring, full of flowers.

The milk waves are churning, and the fragrance is drenched in sweat.

The water and milk are blended, and the buttocks shake the shame.

Under the dual medicinal effects of the crescent moon mark and the scorching sun grass, Zhou Yang and Ishihara just wanted to integrate each other into their bodies, deep, deep, and deep......

The two of them are like the most primitive human beings constantly biting, carrying the most primitive but most beautiful music of human beings.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack......"

The beating of flesh and flesh, the blending of heart and heart, the two in this battle, hand-to-hand, neither of them obeys the other, and there is only conquest, conquest, and conquest of the other in their hearts......

Jiao's panting, rolling sweat, and the unique taste of copulation stimulated the two of them to fall into this infinite * endlessly.

"Ah, it's so hot, it's so numb, it's deeper......"

"I'm coming, quick, quick, quick......"

Mixed with vague, dream-like moanings, mixed with rhythmic snapping sounds, this charming scene makes two young men and women, wave after wave, seek the pinnacle of another life.

From pain to comfort, from impersonal to intimate, not separated.

From sadly complaining about each other's shortcomings, to closely measuring each other's depths.

The two fought from the stage to the stage, like two hungry wolves, devouring each other's breath and tasting each other's body fluids......

Deep, deeper......

Impact, or impact......

The voice ranged from depressed to high, from soft to passionate.

Ishihara's hair was like a waterfall, winding around Zhou Yang's body, with an alluring fragrance, which stimulated Zhou Yang to be more excited and fierce.

The two jade rabbits that jumped off on their chests rose and fell with unbearable swelling, pushing the two of them to the peak one after another.

Two simultaneous and incoherent calls, two twisted bodies, two opposite "enemies", constantly scuffled, biting, constantly slamming, hoarse and incoherent calls.

Calling for the union of spirit and flesh, calling for the outbreak of demons buried in the heart......

"Ahh

With a violent impact, Zhou Yang let out a loud roar and desperately worked in the Black Forest, cultivating a land that had never been cultivated.

Finally, he felt a cool tide gushing out like a tide.

With the gushing of this tide, the entire cave emitted an indescribable fragrance, which made people smell intoxicated.

Smelling this smell, Zhou Yang shuddered, hugged Ishihara's plump and seductive body tightly, and radiated all the essence in his body.

......

The tide receded, and the blush on the faces of the two of them was slowly fading, and the excessive fatigue, the release after a heavy peak, made the two fall asleep.

Under the double pressure of the alien aura emitted by the crescent moon mark and the hallucinogenic effect of the scorching sun grass, Ishihara and Zhou Yang naturally hugged each other as if they were in a dream, not remembering that they were still called senior brothers and sisters not long ago, and the other was even more entangled in the desire to avenge blood hatred.

The breath was still there, and the air was filled with that breath that made people unbearably restless, with a peculiar fragrance unique to Ishihara's body, as well as the messy clothes on the ground, and the newly added claw marks on Zhou Yang's body, all of which showed the fierceness of the battle just now.

Now, the two sides of the battle are recuperating their energy in a drumming breath, and I don't know what kind of expressions will happen when they find out all this when they wake up.

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