100 Ways to Get the Male God

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If you are touching your wings...

This thing is really fun.

The boy's eyes slid over the person in front of him.

Her bathrobe fell to the ground, her skin in the night was breathtakingly beautiful, her fingers stroked his wings, and slowly stroked along the lines of the feathers, causing the boy to gasp slightly. He narrowed his ice-blue eyes and his voice was dark. Dumb, softly muttered: "I just came back..."

Do you want to touch your wings as soon as you get back?

He just wanted to hug her silently for a while.

But...that's fine too.

...he liked it a lot too.

There was a little helplessness in the boy's eyes, but in the end he still lay down obediently with the doting, silver long pouring on the bed.

He raised his hand to cover his pure ice blue eyes, and tried to spread his curled wings, cooperating with each other in pleasure and shyness. The feathers seemed to tremble shyly, with a holy halo on them, pure and flawless.

"Is it very comfortable?" The girl leaned on him gently, her fingertips slowly grasped each feather, and pinched the feather tip neither lightly nor heavy, the little angel's eyes gradually became a little lost, and the white cheeks were stained with shades of light. Light crimson, staring at her pitifully.

"It's not comfortable." The cold and soft voice was slightly hoarse because of lust, and the angel said aggrieved, "It's uncomfortable."

The princess smiled slightly.

"It won't be too bad soon."

She leaned over, untied the other person's clothes with her fingertips, and her fingers reached down all the way under the dazed eyes of the young man, biting her lips on the slender neck of the angel, then kissed the fair chin, and then kissed the other side again. Thin lips.

The blushing slender lips were blocked, and this time there was no breath. The young man stared at the ice blue eyes, and this time it was really as if he had suffered some tragic ravages, and the light in his eyes trembled slightly.

"Hmm..." He wanted to turn his face away to stop the frustrating action, but his wings were held by the other party, his body was soft, and the angel blinked Bingyin's eyelashes helplessly, enduring everything that was born. .

Yu Chu saw that the tip of the boy's fair ears was crimson, hidden in the beautiful silver length like moonlight.

She slightly moved away from the other's thin lips, and the angel looked at her silently with nostalgic eyes.

After all this flirting, Yu Chu was already a little tired. She was silent and admitted weakly: "I have no strength... Why don't you come?"

Just now, the little angel seemed to have been trying to push her away.

Yu Chu originally thought that if he said that he had no strength now, the other party might refuse to proceed.

However, the young man blinked his eyes, his ears were red, but he raised his white fingers, held the girl's waist, and hugged her again with his snow-white wings, his voice was hoarse and soft: "...what should I do?"

"..."

In the moonlight, under the huge lattice window of the castle, the angel's white wings surrounded the two, the girl was clinging to the angel's neck feebly, the golden length rippling slightly with the movement, like water waves gently dispersing, and the broken sound gradually suppressed. Can't stop, she bites each other's wings.

The young man said softly: "Well...don't bite."

The princess looked at him tearfully.

The angel looked back quietly, and suddenly tilted his head. In his icy blue eyes, his lust was slightly suppressed by the purity of the angel. He said softly, "Are you tired?"

Yu Chu nodded immediately.

The boy's fair-skinned fingertips wrapped around her waist, his voice low and cold, "...But I have two forms."

The princess opened her eyes instantly.

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