Although it was planned early in the morning, and she took the initiative to seduce and light Tongchen, but when he burned his lip prints on her one after another, she still panicked unconsciously.

So nervous that he forgot to respond to him.

It seems that he has to use all his strength to suppress the inexplicable guilt in his heart.

Feeling her stiffness, He Guang Tongchen gasped and raised his head, and the fine moonlight spilled in, reflecting his bright face, radiant.

His hand rested on the crimson belly pocket of her chest, and he looked at her, his gaze still clear as water, light and warm.

"Xin'er" he called in a low voice, and suddenly hesitated as he ripped off the last layer of her belly pocket.

This immaculate body is pure and dustless, if he really uses this body to ask for her, he really has no way out!

His hardness against her, but he couldn't go any further.

Subconsciously, he felt that it was not his body, and by doing so, he had defiled both her and the pure dust.

But at this point, he felt that the delicate body under him was so beautiful that as soon as he was contaminated, he could no longer move his body.

He wants her!

Hit her hard!

He wanted to penetrate her, he wanted to be flesh and blood with her, he wanted to be inseparable from her again.

As soon as his desire moved, his aura immediately became disordered, and Qingming's eyes became more and more cloudy.

He kissed her. Bite her, devour her

Under his delicate and dense gnawing, the painting heart whimpered and moaned

The last trace of guilt and struggle was also swallowed up in the extreme sinking he gave her.

She closed her eyes, didn't care about anything, didn't care about anything, and gave herself to him with confidence.

But the heat under him never pierced her, and his violation of her always stopped at a superficial level.

Even if his low breath turned into an irrepressible low roar, even if the sword waiting to be sheathed under him was as hard and hot as fresh iron.

This lingering lasted for more than half an hour, and she twisted her waist to feel the beads of sweat rolling down his face.

She gasped for air, as if she would be suffocating in the next second.

But no matter how confused she was, she also felt the hesitation of the same dust with light.

At this point, what else did he hesitate about?

After thinking about it for a while, her heart ached faintly, hooked his neck and asked, gasped twice, and asked him intermittently, "Do you think I'm dirty?"

Her dim eyes were like a sharp sword piercing straight into his heart.

How could he think she was dirty?

Who does he have to think she's dirty!

Seeing that she was sad, his heart ached inch by inch, kissed her on the lips, gasped and coaxed her, "When have you ever seen such an emotional dislike as me?"

"Then why don't you want me?"

He Guang Tongchen looked at her, laughed softly, did not answer her, but held her soft waist with both hands, and pressed her lower body against her, grinding gently.

No words speak louder than deeds.

He doesn't care what rules and precepts he has, what he cares about being clean and dustless, and what books he has, he wants to be one with her, he wants to tell her that he loves her to the point of madness, and he is crazy about her!

The painting heart was burned by him and spasmed, and his fingertips dug into his flesh fiercely.

Shuyi has always directly picked up the gun and mounted the horse, drawing the sword and returning it to the sheath, so even if she has experienced Wushan many times, she never knew that the careful grinding and long waiting before the long drive are the most eroded bones and the most provocative grinding

I wish he were faster

A little faster

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