Alan looked thoughtfully at Penelope in front of her, watching her swaying up the steps.

His gaze could not just follow Penelope, just as his heart was beating violently when he realized Penelo's decision.

Penelope expertly led Eren into the Room of Requirement, which still retained the appearance of Eren studying Animagus.

No, it's still slightly different.

The light seemed to be even more dim, so dark that Penelope's face was beating warmly, and she bit her lip, and her moist, crystalline eyes met Ellen's slightly, and then immediately moved away.

"Alan, why don't you measure it for me. Penelope spoke quickly and softly, and if it weren't for the silence in the room at this time, it would have been hard to hear.

Then she seemed to have found a reason, and became confident, "No one knows the specific requirements for data, after all, this is the equipment you designed by yourself." ”

Although Alan was still hesitating, when he saw Penelope like this, his throat rolled slightly, and he only spit out a "good" word.

In Penelope's eyes, the silhouette of the young man in front of him was facing the dim light, looking down, and his eyelashes rested on his handsome face like light golden moth wings.

"Penelope, open arms. Alan said softly, his voice dry.

But in Penello's ears, it was a tone of gentle pity.

Penelope took off his wide magical robe and threw it into the air, then stretched out his slender arms and looked at Alan.

Alan grabbed Penelope's robe and hung it on the inner doorknob of the Room of Requirement.

At this time, the room is responsive, and of course outsiders cannot enter. Penelope watched Allen's movements, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

A long tape measure with silver scales appeared out of thin air in Alan's hand.

It was identical to the magic tape measure that Ollivander used to measure the young wizards.

Penelope's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't stop Alan.

Allen, with his head down, unable to see clearly, stepped forward, he almost hugged Penelope in his arms.

With a light sniff on the tip of his nose, he smelled a short wisp of gardenia behind Penelope's earlobe.

Seeing Allen's movements, the stunned Penelope was empty, and at the same time, Penelope felt that Alan's lips gently rubbed his ears and was slightly cold.

Alan wrapped the tape measure around Penelope's back and stepped back slightly, trying to see the numbers in front of him.

On Penello's chest, his fingertips pressed the end of the tape measure, his eyes remembering the numbers on the tape measure, but his fingers felt the surprising softness of the lower end of the tape measure.

Alan's soft breath almost pierced the thin summer coat on Penelope's chest, and Penelope could feel the temperature of the breath, just like Alan's eyes, very hot.

Penelope tacitly remained silent about Alan's behavior as a Muggle tailor with a magic tape measure in his hand.

Alan grabbed Penelo's forearm, stretched the tape measure, and between measurements, one elbow happened to be on the outer edge of Penelope's fullest southern hemisphere.

Penelope forced himself to compose, but secretly he couldn't help but lose his soul, and bursts of numbness surged up.

Alan's gaze slid to Penelope's waist.

Removing the robe, Penelope, who was only wearing a close-fitting undershirt, showed a slender body curve.

Her waist is surprisingly thin, and Allen's gaze follows the waistline downward, and the two rounded arcs are quietly indicating what sexy and charming it is.

Alan wanted to throw away the tape measure in his hand and hold the slender piece with his own hands to feel her temperature.

And he did, and when his warm hand touched Penelo's waist, Penelope shuddered slightly.

Allen's palm rubbed against Penelo's most private and soft position, as if with magical power, and the skin on Penelo's waist became hot.

Allen's hand gradually went downstream, and Penelope could no longer hold on, soft as a light cloud, and was held in Allen's arms.

The magic tape measure had been forgotten by the two of them, innocently witnessing the sudden pink scene.

Allen's hand lingered in the surprisingly elastic arc for a long time before continuing downstream.

Alan could feel that the skin under his hands was extremely delicate and cold.

Suddenly, Penelope's slender legs lifted slightly, and Allen's hand couldn't help but slide inward, getting a more delicate and soft touch.

Penelope was weak, her cheeks were crimson, and her glossy eyes looked at Alan affectionately.

She lifted her hand and stroked it towards Alan's chest.

Allen's breathing became heavy in response, and he couldn't help but grab Penelope's hand and drop an extremely hot kiss on her palm.

And in return for Allen, Penelope's more fiery kiss.

Penelope raised his arms, inserted his two hands into Alan's hair, pressed his head against him, and between his lips and teeth, the passion of the two was ignited.

Penelope felt Ellen's kisses rain down her cheeks and neck.

No, it's not enough, it's not enough!

Penelope felt her body burning, and she craved more, more intense touches.

Without warning, Penelope's nails pierced Ellen's shoulder, and she jerked over, crushing Alan underneath her.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Alan felt the passion of the prairie fire.

Penelope's nature seemed to be liberated, with a beastly hunger, her lips found Alan's, and her slender white thighs wrapped around Alan's waist.

With a sudden and just right action. Black lace slipped from Penelope's shoulders.

At the same moment, the obstacle on Allen's body was also deftly lifted by Penelope.

Penelope's hand caressed Alan's chest, her feet sliding down his legs, her long hair falling down, and she lowered her head to kiss Alan's neck.

Penelope grabbed the wand with his backhand, and the decorations and pen and ink on the long table were pushed away by the invisible force, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

She violently shoved Alan onto the long table, only to hit Allen's head on the bench.

Penelope stretched out in front of Alan, and in an instant, Eren felt that he saw a perfect body, a goddess who showed the dark side of love and beauty.

After a brief obstacle, a warm sensation entangled Allen's body with her, all reason melted into the torrent of senses, and Allen's breathing became even harsher.

When Eren entered the dark goddess in front of him, Penelope's eyes were wide open, and her slightly reddened pupils flickered.

The long table creaked uncontrollably beneath Allen, but was overshadowed by Penelope's high-pitched moans of pleasure until they echoed across the walls of the room.

Her nails slid down Alan's spine again, more and more urgently, until her face pressed against Alan's, and her soft, warm breath sprayed onto Alan's ears.

Allen's movements are getting faster and faster. Penelope cried out, as if she had completely forgotten herself, and Alan felt that she was about to reach her peak.

Penelope called Alan's name almost lovingly. Her gaze was on Alan's neck, then into his eyes, and Eren suddenly realized what she wanted to do.

Alan approached her and let her lips touch her neck.

Penelope's lips opened, revealing sharp, white teeth. As she strained between her lips and teeth, Alan was keenly aware of what seemed to be blood oozing from her neck.

But Penelope didn't care, instead licked it gently, and the itch and tingling instantly occupied all of Alan's senses.

Alan couldn't help but bend her mouth and attack her frantically.

Her body responded to Eren with the same violent rhythm, and finally he merged sweetly with hers.

By the time Eren soared at the top, it was hard to tell where she ended up and where he began.

Penelope's last kiss was a little salty and smelled of blood, but at this moment, nothing in the world could separate them.

Finally, their lips parted, and Penelope looked at Alan meaningfully with evaluative eyes.

She had a few drops of blood on her chest and neck, and her body was perfect.

Alan could clearly see an alluring flame burning in the depths of his slanted eyes.