Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Jianshuo's waist squeezed strongly between her legs, the big palm clasped her back, and he kissed her forcefully.

The long tongue swept through her sweet belly. He took every soft fragrance of her, and caught her tongue like something delicious and delicious. He kissed wildly.

Well!

Feng Lingxue felt out of breath, and his ferocious kiss was about to devour her.

Isn't he disgusted with her lips?

Why are you kissing so hard now?

When he was about to suffocate, Feng Lingxue raised his two small hands to his healthy chest and pushed him away.

She buried her little head in his arms, and her two small hands slid down, hugging his waist.

Xuan Ying's eyes were red, her breathing was unstable, and her thin lips fell on her hair. He was almost out of control with a kiss from her.

Want her.

Every cell in the whole body was shouting --- to her.

Although he resented her and hated her, his body was extremely honest and easily yielded to her.

He has never been a woman.

She is his first woman.

The time in Gillian's room was his adolescence. When other boys set their eyes on girls, he was no exception.

She opened a little bit longer, more and more exquisite.

He would have a spring-dream, it was her in the dream, it was all her.

In these three years, he will still have such dreams, and she still appears in his dreams again and again.

His age was just when he was young, and he had so many physical desires twice a week. He was distressed in the army. Although a stunning demon was washed and packed into his tent, he didn't touch it.

It wasn't for her to defend herself like a jade, how she deserves it, but his vision was cultivated. Those stunning enchantresses or the beautiful ladies in Hanshan Garden, he always felt worse than her.

Don't want to sleep.

Just want to sleep with her.

Xuan Ying came to her ear and muttered with satin-like hair, "Your little stone is in my trouser pocket, you take it yourself."

Feng Lingxue quickly stretched out her small hand and drew it into his pants pocket.

Her soft little hands ran across a thin layer of fabric and bumped against his sturdy thigh.

But she touched it and didn't feel it.

Raising her head, her hooked eyes fell on his handsome face, "There is no little stone of mine."

Xuan Ying stared at her sullenly, and raised her small face with a big palm, "You wait and I'll give you."

Feng Lingxue's eyes slowly bloomed in a soft style, she went down from the dressing table and crouched slowly in front of him.

She reached out her hand to untie his black belt ...

Xuan Ying stretched out her palm, picked up her squat, and put it back on the dressing table. "No, I want ... you."

Then, he pushed her skirt up.

Feng Lingxue's body gradually became stiff, she reached out her small hand and held his big palm, she looked at him carefully, "Master, can I ... in another way ..."

Xuan Ying lifted her eyes, and she looked at him pale, even the body under her palm was stiff like a stone.

She called him "Master".

The "master" seemed to pour cold water on her. If it was not for the broken stone, she would never call him, would not come, would not hug him and kiss him, and would not Be good.

Xuan Ying retracted his hand, and he gave her a cold and alarming look. "Don't come, just laugh at others, and show me a strong face all day long for me?" "