The Poisonous Concubine Playing the Evil King: Miss Beast Control

Feng Shitian supported this wretched middle-aged man and walked towards the forest without any explanation.

The wretched middle-aged man only felt that Feng Shitian's hand holding his arm was very soft, soft, and small. Although it was separated by clothes, the feeling was enough to allow him to indulge in all kinds of lust. The ground is crooked.

So for a while, the wretched middle-aged man threw all the inappropriate feelings he had before into the distance.

Looking at the girl's smooth side face, her jade-white skin showed no flaws at all.

The wretched middle-aged man secretly praised in his heart that such a top-notch girl is enough to be called perfect. Even though he has always claimed to be a person who has been among flowers and read thousands of flowers, she is such a top-notch girl. This is the only girl he has ever seen in his life.

The lower fifth limb is already tight at this time, and the stomach is also tight.

This feeling, to use a word, is called arousal.

The wretched middle-aged man couldn't help but lick his dry lips, then turned his head and looked back. No, he could still see that road and the people on that road.

This is definitely not the best place to do it.

Middle-aged people make judgments in their hearts.

Naturally, every move of this wretched middle-aged man could not escape Feng Shitian's eyes. Feng Shitian naturally understood what the middle-aged man was thinking, but now she just supported the middle-aged man and kept looking into the forest. Walk.

The current distance is not the best distance for middle-aged people to do things, and similarly, it is not the best distance for people to do it themselves.

But Xiaodong, at this time, was lying on Feng Shitian's shoulder, blinking his watery eyes at Feng Shitian for a while, blinking his big eyes again, looking at the wretched middle-aged man with sympathy, alas. , this old boy, why hasn’t he found out yet how his master wants to deal with him?

Alas, I really don’t know whether I should say he is too confident or too miserable.

However, since he dared to be evil to his master, no matter what his master did to him, he would applaud him.

Xiaodong thought and looked at the wretched middle-aged man with sympathy.

You can think about it, if a person is being beaten up here, and there is another person cheering for him, tell me, is this person very unlucky?

"Oh, oh, oh!" Not to mention, the wretched middle-aged man was quite good at acting, and his moans have not stopped until now.

Feng Shitian also advised: "Uncle, if you keep patiently, you should soon hear the sound of the river!"

"Oh, thank you. It's great. I met a kind-hearted person like you on the road. Thank you so much. I don't even know how to thank you!" said the wretched middle-aged man. The man actually grabbed Feng Shitian's little hand.

The little hands were slightly cool, and the skin was smooth and moist. When you touched it, you felt your heart melting.

"Ah!" The wretched middle-aged man felt that at this moment, not only his heart, but also all the bones in his body had gone numb. Oh my god, this girl is simply a beauty in the world.

But Feng Shitian lowered his head and looked at the tent that was propped up high on the lower body of the wretched middle-aged man, and then smiled: "Uncle, do you not want your fifth limb anymore?"

"..." The wretched middle-aged man was startled. What is the fifth limb? I have never heard of it.