Chapter 59 Uncle's Wrath-3 (H)

Seeing the woman's look so happy, Mo Qingzi was full of confidence and satisfaction

When did you start to have such a strong desire for her?

In fact, it is hard to clarify. Maybe it is from Nanfeng's joking look, or maybe it is from when she seems to have seen her for the first time and she calls herself Taoist?

Maybe she was hiding in the bushes and peeping at someone else’s confession to him, maybe, there is no need to ask.

When he looked at her from afar in the attic of the Deacon Hall in Nanfeng, his eyes began to look for her figure in the crowd. He thought he was just a momentary interest and regarded her as a boring toy to pass the time, but unexpectedly, his heart was out of his control and ran towards her

He realized that although he was a Nascent Soul monk, he was also a man. He thought that he had nothing to do with his life except practice. Unexpectedly, after a look, he was destined to be worried now.

He has always been a decisive person. Since he knew his feelings for Cen Zhu, he had no reason to let go. Now, at this moment, he wanted to possess the woman under him. He wanted to imprint himself forever in her heart and let her whisper under him forever.

Uncle Master went in... Mo Qingzi could no longer bear it. Junya's face was slightly red. He couldn't wait to take off his Taoist robe, so he tore it apart, took off his underwear, lifted Cen Zhu's leg up and put it on his elbow. He stood up and squeezed the whole red that could no longer be held in.

Ah!

Very cool!

It's so cool!

The penis that Mo Qingzi had just entered was about to erupt. The layers of pussy were constantly wrapped around was so wonderful. He was suddenly filled with his heart and couldn't comfort himself. He didn't expect that the feeling of love between men and women was so ecstatic.

He smiled slightly with satisfaction, his handsome face was like the warm wind in March, which was dazzling. Unfortunately, Cen Zhu had no intention of appreciating her, and she was about to be hit by a strong man.

She accidentally saw the image in the bronze mirror. A woman was held by a man with one foot, her slender waist was firmly held by the man's hands, and her Taoist robe was still half-hanged. The two of them had not yet taken off their clothes. The man's back still looked neatly dressed, but the woman was half naked and was hit by the man. The woman's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were as thin as silk, and her mouth was slightly opened and she was still panting and moaning. This lewd picture made Cen Zhu's pussy twitch, and the vaginal fluid became more abundant.

Ah...No... The obscene joy forms a strong contrast with the rejection of the soul. Cen Zhu hates her heart as much as she is, her body is as happy as she is. Her flower holes are constantly shrinking, and the gurgling flower liquid is constantly flowing. She closed her eyes and didn't want to see how she was possessed by her uncle, but the invasion of her lower body has never stopped. The strong pleasure comes in waves.

My little bamboo... Mo Qingzi's voice was hoarse, and his face, which had always been graceful and graceful, was full of lust. The thrusting of his lower body was fierce and fierce. He wished he could always be buried in her wet and tight vagina. He let go of the cloth strip on her wrist, pulled the heat out of her vagina, pushed her to the bed, making her lie down in the bronze mirror, licked her lips and said: Let's see how Uncle Master loves you from behind you...

Cen Zhu was flushed and had already lost half of her strength. She could only let the man play herself in the position he wanted. She lowered her head and was unwilling to face the lustfulness in the bronze mirror. The man behind her pulled her long hair and forced her to face the scene of the two having sex in the mirror. The nipples of the woman in the mirror were played with by the man behind her. The man's ruthless force thrust her breasts even more rippled into a slimmer wave, which was so lewd and dazzling.

Mo Qingzi couldn't help but feel a swaying in her heart when she looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror. The penis buried in her body instantly became thicker. While he looked at the bronze mirror, he wanted to fuck her hard, and he wanted to be heavier and harder, so that the woman beneath her would scream even more miserably.

Uncle Master... Be gentle... Don't exert so hard... The fragmented voice was full of prayers, and Cen Zhu felt that she was about to be pushed to the sky and was about to be pushed to death on this bed

The stupid little Zhu said something wrong, he clearly wanted to be more fierce, he clearly wanted to be harder, he clearly wanted to be fucked to death... Mo Qingzi reached his bad hand towards the flower stem above Cen Zhu's vagina. The more he stroked the vagina, the more he felt the vagina contracted. He stroked the bulge with one hand and teased her delicate nipples with the other hand, and felt that the vagina contracted even more severely, so tight that he was about to disarm.

No... Cen Zhu felt like she was electrocuted while screaming. She reached another climax in the man's up and down attack. Her vagina contracted so tightly, and her whole body kept twitching and trembling...

Does Ben Xiaozhu want to kill his uncle?

Mo Qingzi was so stolen that she was reluctant to endure it anymore. Her narrow buttocks hit violently, attacking her flower hole wildly, and the pleasure accumulated wildly. The thick clone was inserted into the uterus and used all her strength to push the clone to the deepest part. Finally, the semen loosened, and the white semen was shot into the deepest part of her body...