Chapter 3 Relief

Even if the master's wife asks you, let the master's wife help you

Shen Qinglan was originally a sword cultivator. His five fingers were slender, his joints were as cold as jade, and he was cool and refreshing. The hand used to hold the sword in the past, when he held the object slightly through his clothes, a radiance of color suddenly emerged.

The object in his hand was extremely warm and held in his hand loosely. It was quite considerable in size. It felt roughly eighteen or nineteen centimeters long. When Shen Qinglan thought of the delicate thing under his crotch, he felt a little frustrated.

And the moment Shen Qinglan covered his hands and held them, the person with his eyes closed in his arms sighed heavily, as if he had a hint of pleasure.

But the next moment, Qin Zilin, who was unconscious, raised his hand and clumsyly tried to push away the hand holding the crotch, muttering something: Master, Master's wife, don't... This is inconsistent with reason...

After being taken care of by Qin Zilin for several years, Shen Qinglan naturally knew what the character of the closed disciple left by his deceased husband.

He is restrained and gentle, sensible and polite, and is a very conservative person at heart. No matter how urgent and special the situation is, he will never accept his master's wife doing this for him, even if he is about to die.

But Shen Qinglan would not care about these things. Although he had the memory of the Qinglan Immortal Lord, he was still different from the taciturn and cold immortal king in his bones.

In addition, Qin Zilin is his partner and must not die. Shen Qinglan made this clear early.

It's okay, don't worry too much. Since you call me Master's wife, I will have the obligation to help my disciples. Besides, all this is willing by Master's wife.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Qin Zilin's face, but he immediately spoke hard: No, the disciple still feels...

Seeing that he had said all his good things, Qin Zilin still looked unwilling to surrender, and he felt a little angry.

I don’t care about my face anymore, and I still want him to refuse?

Shen Qinglan was angry and didn't think much about it. He stretched his hand into his clothes and pants, and wanted to get the thing directly from it.

Although he had made basic mental preparations, he had not felt anything clearly before, but now he went to touch it directly, and Shen Qinglan realized how hot this thing was.

But it is difficult to get rid of the tiger, so how could Shen Qinglan let go?

But Shen Qinglan always had a barrier in his heart, and he had never masturbated someone else before. He held the object and didn't know how to start first.

Finally, he could only rub it hard without any rules, but immediately he heard Qin Zilin, whose head was resting in his arms, groaning, as if he was a little painful.

Uh, hiss

Shen Qinglan quickly woke up by the stimulation. When the hot object in his hand was burned, he immediately let go of his hand: Sorry!Zi Lin, did the master’s wife exert too much force just now?

Nothing, nothing happens, no disciple, no matter what, no matter what, the master’s wife, don’t blame yourself.Qin Zilin opened her eyes slightly and glanced lightly, but the scene in front of her was as blurry as a dream. Only the person in front of her had a particularly clear face, and the beautiful and stunning face was filled with a little regret and guilt. When she thought that it was the master's wife who was worried about him, even though she knew that all this was her own fantasy, Qin Zilin was still secretly moved by it.

Perhaps, only in the dream can the master's wife show this kind of concern to him... Qin Zilin thought bitterly.

Shen Qinglan didn't notice the bitter smile on the corner of Qin Zilin's mouth. When he thought of his little apprentice so understanding, he regretted it and thought that he had to do his best to make Qin Zilin who was suffering a little more comfortable.

Even if the master's wife begs you, let her help you.While coaxing softly, Shen Qinglan tried to soothe the evil root in his hand, rubbing the pillar as gently as possible. After a while, he heard Qin Zilin's comfortable gasp.

Seeing that this finally had some effect, Shen Qinglan was in a better mood. He accelerated the speed of stroking the column and then buckled the urethra with his fingernails green. The transparent liquid flowing out quickly wet his hands, and the breathing sound of the person in his arms became heavier.

Shen Qinglan thought Qin Zilin would be able to vent her body soon, but she didn't expect that for a quarter of an hour, Qin Zilin finally vented her. The sticky and hot semen ejaculated Shen Qinglan's hands, and even the collar of her chest was wet.

But just when Shen Qinglan thought Qin Zilin had already detoxified and could finally relax her hands for a while, the flesh pillar in her hand was not weak at all and became hard again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Why are you still so hard?

Shen Qinglan blurted out, but did not notice the simple six words he had. He was full of lust and directly asked Qin Zilin to stimulate his head.

Shen Qinglan could clearly feel that the flesh column in his hand had grown a little bigger, which was a degree that he could hardly hold it with one hand. The temperature of the column body was much higher than before, and the mouth of the bell could not stop secreting a clear liquid, which did not seem to have ejaculated once at all.

Shen Qinglan's hand was already sore, but seeing Qin Zilin still looked painful. Although he didn't say a word and his stomach was tortured, he hesitated once and still held it up again, because he had just helped someone ejaculate, and he had accumulated a lot of experience and quickly started to operate.

But this time it took a lot longer than the previous time. When Qin Zilin was panting and ejaculated, it was difficult for Shen Qinglan to even bend his fingers.

Shen Qinglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but was shocked to see that the evil root was hardened again!