Chapter 10 Crying

You just hate your master's wife so much?

Speaking this sentence under Qin Zilin's gaze seemed to have exhausted all Shen Qinglan's strength.

Now Shen Qinglan is like a mature poppy flower. The originally cold cedar scent is dyed with tempting lust, which is enough for people to be willing to follow and fall out of control after just smelling it.

Although Qin Zilin is accustomed to ethics, he is not so old-fashioned that he cannot tell the difference between priorities.

Although I don’t know how the master’s wife’s lewd poison is involved, it is certain that it must be related to saving him.

The most urgent task is to quickly alleviate the pain of the master's wife's lust.

When Shen Qinglan was unconscious, he actually inserted his finger into his already flooded pussy, thrusting back and forth, simulating sexual intercourse, and his pussy made a lewd sound when it was inserted.

But he could not satisfy his desire to boil in his hole with just one hand.

The helpless Shen Qinglan's eyes were tortured by desire and her eyes were red, and the mist in her eyes was misty, and the breath of dissatisfaction with desire became more and more bewitching.

Master, I will help you.

A rough finger was gently inserted into the warm and humid vagina like a savior. The depth of the insertion was far beyond Shen Qinglan's own hands.

The warm and slutty water brought out by each thrust quickly drenched Qin Zilin's entire hand.

First, he added one finger, and then he put three fingers in and dug it out, but Shen Qinglan's frown did not have any frown.

Master, I want to come in.Qin Zilin asked, his voice tempted and tempted.

He will do it firmly after he makes up his mind.

Shen Qinglan had been tortured by lust and almost collapsed, and nodded randomly: You are just here...

He buried his head in Qin Zilin's chest and breathed in the man's breath as if it could relieve his pain.

But immediately, the man in his arms gently pressed against Qin Zilin's chest, without showing his face, but his voice was like a cat, with a hint of shyness:

Go to the temple...

Qin Zilin was as good as a stream of good deeds, easily picked up Shen Qinglan and walked towards the ruined temple. The person in his arms was holding his collar tightly with one hand, as if he was pulling his life-saving straw.

Hurry up, it’s so uncomfortable inside the master’s wife...

Shen Qinglan murmured in a nonsense, her slender and white legs swaying under her clothes, her legs were sore and itchy, as if ten thousand ants were biting his pussy.

Walking back to the ruined temple, Qin Zilin was about to put Shen Qinglan on the floor with mattresses, but the man in his arms shook his head as childishly and begged in a crying voice: I don't want to do it here...

Qin Zilin's master's wife felt so distressed that she could not disagree. She immediately hugged her master's wife, swept away the incense candlestick that had accumulated dust on the incense table, spread the mattress, and then gently put the person in her arms like a treasure.

As soon as Shen Qinglan was put down, she became as soft as a pool of water. Her half-clothed chest rose and fell on the incense table, and she was like a delicate bud in bud.

Master, open your legs.Qin Zilin pinched the slender waist of the man under her body and heard a more delicate breathing sound. The soft touch on her waist made people reluctant to let go.

Shen Qinglan felt that he was a prey that was roasted on the grill, and he couldn't use any strength on his body, let alone open his legs on his own initiative, and could only let his clothes put on his legs, forcibly opened and lifted by two powerful arms, shamelessly revealing the beautiful and charming scenery of the center of his legs to others.

The pink flower hole exposed to the air seemed to know that it was being watched, and trembled timidly. A large stream of sweet vaginal fluid flowed out of the hole, and mixed with a few strands of milky white semen that were invaded when they were invaded last night. This erotic scene was very sensory.

Even Qin Zilin himself didn't know how many times he ejaculated in the tender vagina of the master's wife last night. In the end, the master's wife's stomach was slightly bulging with semen. Nothing was blocked, and big swells were flowing out.

When he thought of the gentle look of his master's wife being beneath him last night, his evil root, which had already been hard, instantly increased a little more, and Lingkou secreted a moist water liquid.

In fact, Qin Zilin had already guessed why he was obviously infected with the illusion snake toad poison, but in the end he did not die in the lewd dream as recorded in ancient books, it must be because of the petite and abnormal female hole under his master's wife Qinglan Xianjun.

Suddenly, Qin Zilin's heart moved. Is the master's wife's current attitude of being in heat for no reason also related to this?

Qin Zilin didn't think about it further. He looked at his labia that was swollen because of the intense sexual intercourse last night. At this moment, he was so merrily closed, as if silently invited him to vent all his desires.

Master’s wife, the disciple is coming in.

As he said that, Qin Zilin aimed his evil root, which had been as hard as an iron rod, at the mouth of the hole and slowly pushed it in, because he had expanded with his fingers before, and he had already tasted love last night, and the vagina was directly supported by an incredibly tight circle of flesh, and the flesh at the edge of the hole was even stretched a little transparent.

But Qin Zilin was still very careful. He was worried that his master's wife would not be able to bear such a fierce love in this short period of time.

He didn't want to hurt his master's wife.

He just wanted his master's wife to be happy in this ridiculous sexual matter.

Therefore, he entered three times, gradually progressing, and finally successfully reached the deepest part of his master's wife's body.

And then there were moans that were so comfortable that the person beneath him heard.

But even though Qin Zilin was so careful, Shen Qinglan's slender and soft waist was still a hot and thick foreign object inserted into his body, pushing upwards a very erotic arc. This silent action was easier to arouse the perpetrator's desire to conquer than anything else.

Since Qin Zilin has successfully entered Shen Qinglan's body, there is no need to worry too much about the next move.

The disciple began to straighten his hips and hit the weak master's wife under him, directly causing the beauty's body to tilt, showing a distracted seductive attitude.

It's really a fuck.

The old and broken incense table was squeaked by violent movements, making people worried that they would fall apart immediately.

Shen Qinglan's body was pushed up and shook it away a few times, and finally he was pulled back by his disciples and pushed hard again, and his whole body seemed to be nailed to the evil root.

Every time he penetrated, he was extremely fast and had extremely strong strength. Shen Qinglan's legs could not even clamp Qin Zilin's waist. He could only pinch Qin Zilin's fingers into his thighs like a worn-out doll, allowing Qin Zilin's fingers to pinch green and purple finger marks on his thighs.

If you look at it from the perspective of the bystander, you can only see the complex expressions of the invader's helplessness, confusion and shame in the wave of lust, and the cold and atrocities condescending by the invader.

But what is ridiculous is that, not long ago, outside the temple, he unilaterally crushed the other party, whether in terms of cultivation or strength, but now he looked out of control and was lying on his face, allowing the other party to invade him.

The huge change in the identities of the two people brought a stronger spiritual impact to this picture.

But in fact, these hundred fierce impacts comforted Shen Qinglan's lewd and empty body very well, giving him an almost devastating pleasure, leaving him with no time to have any other unnecessary thoughts, and could only listen to his more delicate moans.

Shen Qinglan felt that he was about to lose weight, and at this time the evil root Qin Zilin inserted into his body also widened a little, and it seemed that he couldn't help but be about to ejaculate.

Shen Qinglan suddenly screamed in pain and pleasure. It turned out that Qin Zilin had chiseled heavily into his body a few times, and easily chiseled open the cervix and inserted it in.

But just as Shen Qinglan was vaguely looking forward to his body and was about to be filled with hot semen, the evil root inserted into his body not only stopped, but even tried to pull it out with difficulty.

He didn't want to cum inside him.

This idea suddenly popped up in Shen Qinglan's mind, his heart was blocked for no reason, his nose was sore, and his throat made a crying whine.

Qin Zilin, who was pressing him in a false sense, thought that some action had hurt his master's wife, but before he could make a sound, he heard a crying voice beneath him:

You, you hate your master's wife so much?

Qin Zilin's broad waist and back froze instantly, and he continued to hear the crying sounds as thin as mosquitoes and flies under him:

You...you don't even want to ejaculate into your master's wife...

Qin Zilin suddenly lost his mind.