You don’t believe it, but after just a while, all the vaginal fluid fell to the ground.
Jiang Lan touched the vaginal fluid on Fu Chanyao's lips and smeared it on Fu Chanyao's lips.
It is simply that Fu Chanyao can use her true energy to resist her bound body, so that she will not collapse because of being tortured by the sea cicada in her vagina, but this is gradually destroying her willpower.
Jiang Lan was already sharpening her knife at this moment, waiting for Fu Chanyao to unable to withstand the active fucking, and admired the trembling of her snow-white body when she was tied up.
At the same time, Fu Wānjun's body was already hot and the perspiration was soaked in the lining and bellyband. As time passed by, Old Taoist Jiang couldn't help but become anxious. This failed to make Fu Wānjun beg for mercy and surrender, and his heart became more and more extreme.
This plump and honey buttock with a wider buttock than the shoulders, Old Dao Jiang had a great time playing with it. It was tight and moist and yet beautiful, and the buttocks that were intertwined with white and red were even more dazzling.
Fu Wānjun cannot cover up the fact that her delicate body is in full bloom, but she is eager to cut the old Taoist behind her into pieces. She is worried about the fact that Old Taoist Jiang defiled her beloved disciple Liang Bingyan, but she has no choice but to be controlled by others and can only be weak and defecate.
Old Dao Jiang was fucking the sect leader's buttocks with his thick and hard cock. Although he did not enter the anus, the sound of the interweaving body also made a sound of sex. Fortunately, the sect leader's buttocks were particularly large, and the deeper the buttocks, and the penis was quite comfortable to squeeze in.
The hair was torn on the lips, and the buttocks were hit by Jiang Laodao's cock again. The intimate touch of the body, Fu Wu's heart was moved, remembering Zhou Qiyu, the king of Anyang who almost became a couple sixteen years ago.
When I think of the person I once liked, my body couldn't help but become hot. My heart was rippling, and the more warm juice it secreted from my vagina.
As for why the body and mind have always been determined, why the heart suddenly became moved, we should start with the whip that Lao Dao found. Lao Dao Jiang is an old man in the lewd flower cluster and the palace master of the Six Desire Palace. How could he have no means? Before entering the house, he had already applied a unique aphrodisiac to the hair at the top of the whip.
Originally, when she reached the level of the immortal zhen magic skill, she would immediately notice it whenever there was something strange, but she had agreed before that she could not activate her true energy within half a quarter of an hour, and she would not be prepared without food, but she did not expect that Old Dao Jiang would use a leather whip.
As a result, Fu Wānjun felt that the jade hole was extremely itchy, all because his buttocks were suffering from flesh and blood. He was moved by the thought of the Anyang King whom he once loved.
Just when Fu Wānjun was itchy because of the itching of her vagina and the heat flow in her abdomen actively spreading the nerves throughout her body, she was completely unaware that when Lao Dao used his penis to push the buttocks, his hands were quietly groping towards his chest.
Even the sect leader with strong willpower was also a little disordered because of his lust. His red lips, which had never been kissed, were breathing with heat.
At this moment, Old Dao Jiang had already lying on the back of the sect leader, blowing heat to her ears with his mouth, and licking her small and cute earlobes from time to time with the tip of his tongue.
The long-awaited moan came to an abrupt end as the sect leader painted his violet lips made his forehead.
The reason why she made this forehead sound was because Old Dao Jiang was pushing her buttocks, and while her mouth was sizzling and kissing her earlobes, Old Dao Jiang's hand also slipped into the center of the table and the sect leader's chest, grabbing her huge and soft breasts.
Fu Wān Jun also knew that time had arrived, but now he was already limp and even more sensitive nipple that was touched by Old Dao Jiang at the critical moment. If Fu Wān Jun was shocked, he had not had time to stop him, and the heat flow in his vagina had already rushed to the gate.
All kinds of strange things made Fu Wānjun unable to speak out, and the heat rushing in her abdomen made her mind feel dizzy and white.
The King of Anyang, whom he once liked, seemed to be right in front of him.
Seeing that the plan was done, Old Dao Jiang became more and more confident when he rubbed the sect leader's breasts on his hand. Although he was separated by his clothes, his softness and fullness were also known through the caress of his palms.
For Old Dao Jiang, he couldn't be too hasty, and he didn't relax for a moment when he licked and kissed the sect leader's slender and fair swan neck.
Fu Wānjun, who was attacked in many sensitive areas, and had a unique medicine for her vagina. At this time, her vagina was itchy and she was so hot that she was flowing with vaginal fluid. She was eager to reach in and dig.
When he heard the moaning sound of the sect leader's mouth getting louder and louder, he used flagellum hair to rub her sensitive lips underneath, and felt that it was almost time. He put down the whip and found that the sect leader's waist, and began to tiptoe to untie the purple jade waist bun that she was holding her whole body.
Without the teasing of flagellum, Fu Wānjun felt more and more itchy in the flower path, and his hand actually touched down with shame.
Fu Wānjun, who is very familiar with his body, touched his fingers and made the most sensitive wavy clitoris in his daughter's private parts. After teasing the thin layer of flesh, his fingers rubbed and pressed the soft and tender clitoris.
Compared to the hair, what Fu Wānjun wanted at this time was pleasure, so the rubbing speed was much faster and she was eager to vent her ventilation, as if she was the only one left in the room, and her low-pitched and soft-singing sounds were getting more relaxed.
After a while, Old Taoist Jiang had untied the difficult Yu Luo waist of the sect leader. With the underwear that had already been taken off, it was so easy to strip her naked.
Hearing that the sect leader who was usually lonely, arrogant and arrogant, was now lying on his own with his fingers, and the tempting sound from the corners of his lips, Old Dao Jiang's penis was already a circle bigger than his usual swollen penis.
Fu Wānjun's hand touching the flower hole was also wet with the heated juice, and his palms were all wet, and the figure in his heart became closer and closer.
It was like when he first met, the King of Anyang was tall and gentle and handsome under the willow tree. His speech and deeds were full of Confucianism, and he had the spirit of perseverance to defend the country and protect the people.
At that time, the King of Anyang in his mind was gentle and gentle, and was walking towards him, touching his pretty face...
Old Dao Jiang also went very smoothly. Even through two or three layers of clothes, you could feel that the strawberries on the sect leader's huge breasts had already stood up.
I peeked at the cold and stunning side face of the sect leader with a little glance, and it turned out to be blushed as expected. When I saw her humming lips, there was a smile that I had never seen before.
The time for Mr. Jiang to wait was not here. The dosage of this aphrodisiac secret potion was so heavy. The ordinary female hero, Sanzhen and Jiuli, was probably kneeling down like a little bitch in heat, and asked for fucking, but now the sect leader did not.
Since Fu Wānjun was lying on the table, it was extremely difficult for Jiang Laodao to act, so after hesitating for a while, he decided to take the risk of carrying her to the bed.
Just as Old Dao Jiang picked up and collapsed on the table, the clothes on Fu Wān Jun were not bound, and the cross-clothing layers suddenly scattered, and even her purple silk satin bellyband appeared in Old Dao Jiang's eyes.
What surprised him even more was that the place where the yin and shade of the hut was actually bare without a trace of hair. Could this be the legendary white tiger den?
I have heard of it for a long time, but I have never seen it with my own eyes for decades.
This made Old Dao Jiang suddenly excited. The fragrance emitted from the main body of the sect leader was thrust into his nose, just like aphrodisiac, urging Old Dao Jiang's animal intention, and his penis was almost bursting.
Seeing the situation, Old Dao Jiang couldn't help but touch the White Tiger's den of the sect leader. With a hooked hand, he accurately touched the flesh of her clitoris.
Oh Wave Oh Wave
With this hook, Fu Wān-Tan exhaled like orchids, let out two tender moans, and leaned her head against Jiang Laodao's shoulder.
Good wet waves
Mr. Jiang, who had just touched the flower lips of the sect leader, felt the first feeling.
In this way, Old Daoheng Jiang picked up the sect leader who was half a head taller than him and walked towards her boudoir bed with lust.
In this way, the woman who was like a beauty and a wild beast arrived at the bedside.
Old Taoist Jiang placed the jade body of the sect leader with most of the snow-white jade skin exposed on the boudoir bed. He took off his clothes, but his eyes could see the rare national beauty of the sect leader without blinking for a moment.
Jiang Lan touched the vaginal fluid on Fu Chanyao's lips and smeared it on Fu Chanyao's lips.
It is simply that Fu Chanyao can use her true energy to resist her bound body, so that she will not collapse because of being tortured by the sea cicada in her vagina, but this is gradually destroying her willpower.
Jiang Lan was already sharpening her knife at this moment, waiting for Fu Chanyao to unable to withstand the active fucking, and admired the trembling of her snow-white body when she was tied up.
At the same time, Fu Wānjun's body was already hot and the perspiration was soaked in the lining and bellyband. As time passed by, Old Taoist Jiang couldn't help but become anxious. This failed to make Fu Wānjun beg for mercy and surrender, and his heart became more and more extreme.
This plump and honey buttock with a wider buttock than the shoulders, Old Dao Jiang had a great time playing with it. It was tight and moist and yet beautiful, and the buttocks that were intertwined with white and red were even more dazzling.
Fu Wānjun cannot cover up the fact that her delicate body is in full bloom, but she is eager to cut the old Taoist behind her into pieces. She is worried about the fact that Old Taoist Jiang defiled her beloved disciple Liang Bingyan, but she has no choice but to be controlled by others and can only be weak and defecate.
Old Dao Jiang was fucking the sect leader's buttocks with his thick and hard cock. Although he did not enter the anus, the sound of the interweaving body also made a sound of sex. Fortunately, the sect leader's buttocks were particularly large, and the deeper the buttocks, and the penis was quite comfortable to squeeze in.
The hair was torn on the lips, and the buttocks were hit by Jiang Laodao's cock again. The intimate touch of the body, Fu Wu's heart was moved, remembering Zhou Qiyu, the king of Anyang who almost became a couple sixteen years ago.
When I think of the person I once liked, my body couldn't help but become hot. My heart was rippling, and the more warm juice it secreted from my vagina.
As for why the body and mind have always been determined, why the heart suddenly became moved, we should start with the whip that Lao Dao found. Lao Dao Jiang is an old man in the lewd flower cluster and the palace master of the Six Desire Palace. How could he have no means? Before entering the house, he had already applied a unique aphrodisiac to the hair at the top of the whip.
Originally, when she reached the level of the immortal zhen magic skill, she would immediately notice it whenever there was something strange, but she had agreed before that she could not activate her true energy within half a quarter of an hour, and she would not be prepared without food, but she did not expect that Old Dao Jiang would use a leather whip.
As a result, Fu Wānjun felt that the jade hole was extremely itchy, all because his buttocks were suffering from flesh and blood. He was moved by the thought of the Anyang King whom he once loved.
Just when Fu Wānjun was itchy because of the itching of her vagina and the heat flow in her abdomen actively spreading the nerves throughout her body, she was completely unaware that when Lao Dao used his penis to push the buttocks, his hands were quietly groping towards his chest.
Even the sect leader with strong willpower was also a little disordered because of his lust. His red lips, which had never been kissed, were breathing with heat.
At this moment, Old Dao Jiang had already lying on the back of the sect leader, blowing heat to her ears with his mouth, and licking her small and cute earlobes from time to time with the tip of his tongue.
The long-awaited moan came to an abrupt end as the sect leader painted his violet lips made his forehead.
The reason why she made this forehead sound was because Old Dao Jiang was pushing her buttocks, and while her mouth was sizzling and kissing her earlobes, Old Dao Jiang's hand also slipped into the center of the table and the sect leader's chest, grabbing her huge and soft breasts.
Fu Wān Jun also knew that time had arrived, but now he was already limp and even more sensitive nipple that was touched by Old Dao Jiang at the critical moment. If Fu Wān Jun was shocked, he had not had time to stop him, and the heat flow in his vagina had already rushed to the gate.
All kinds of strange things made Fu Wānjun unable to speak out, and the heat rushing in her abdomen made her mind feel dizzy and white.
The King of Anyang, whom he once liked, seemed to be right in front of him.
Seeing that the plan was done, Old Dao Jiang became more and more confident when he rubbed the sect leader's breasts on his hand. Although he was separated by his clothes, his softness and fullness were also known through the caress of his palms.
For Old Dao Jiang, he couldn't be too hasty, and he didn't relax for a moment when he licked and kissed the sect leader's slender and fair swan neck.
Fu Wānjun, who was attacked in many sensitive areas, and had a unique medicine for her vagina. At this time, her vagina was itchy and she was so hot that she was flowing with vaginal fluid. She was eager to reach in and dig.
When he heard the moaning sound of the sect leader's mouth getting louder and louder, he used flagellum hair to rub her sensitive lips underneath, and felt that it was almost time. He put down the whip and found that the sect leader's waist, and began to tiptoe to untie the purple jade waist bun that she was holding her whole body.
Without the teasing of flagellum, Fu Wānjun felt more and more itchy in the flower path, and his hand actually touched down with shame.
Fu Wānjun, who is very familiar with his body, touched his fingers and made the most sensitive wavy clitoris in his daughter's private parts. After teasing the thin layer of flesh, his fingers rubbed and pressed the soft and tender clitoris.
Compared to the hair, what Fu Wānjun wanted at this time was pleasure, so the rubbing speed was much faster and she was eager to vent her ventilation, as if she was the only one left in the room, and her low-pitched and soft-singing sounds were getting more relaxed.
After a while, Old Taoist Jiang had untied the difficult Yu Luo waist of the sect leader. With the underwear that had already been taken off, it was so easy to strip her naked.
Hearing that the sect leader who was usually lonely, arrogant and arrogant, was now lying on his own with his fingers, and the tempting sound from the corners of his lips, Old Dao Jiang's penis was already a circle bigger than his usual swollen penis.
Fu Wānjun's hand touching the flower hole was also wet with the heated juice, and his palms were all wet, and the figure in his heart became closer and closer.
It was like when he first met, the King of Anyang was tall and gentle and handsome under the willow tree. His speech and deeds were full of Confucianism, and he had the spirit of perseverance to defend the country and protect the people.
At that time, the King of Anyang in his mind was gentle and gentle, and was walking towards him, touching his pretty face...
Old Dao Jiang also went very smoothly. Even through two or three layers of clothes, you could feel that the strawberries on the sect leader's huge breasts had already stood up.
I peeked at the cold and stunning side face of the sect leader with a little glance, and it turned out to be blushed as expected. When I saw her humming lips, there was a smile that I had never seen before.
The time for Mr. Jiang to wait was not here. The dosage of this aphrodisiac secret potion was so heavy. The ordinary female hero, Sanzhen and Jiuli, was probably kneeling down like a little bitch in heat, and asked for fucking, but now the sect leader did not.
Since Fu Wānjun was lying on the table, it was extremely difficult for Jiang Laodao to act, so after hesitating for a while, he decided to take the risk of carrying her to the bed.
Just as Old Dao Jiang picked up and collapsed on the table, the clothes on Fu Wān Jun were not bound, and the cross-clothing layers suddenly scattered, and even her purple silk satin bellyband appeared in Old Dao Jiang's eyes.
What surprised him even more was that the place where the yin and shade of the hut was actually bare without a trace of hair. Could this be the legendary white tiger den?
I have heard of it for a long time, but I have never seen it with my own eyes for decades.
This made Old Dao Jiang suddenly excited. The fragrance emitted from the main body of the sect leader was thrust into his nose, just like aphrodisiac, urging Old Dao Jiang's animal intention, and his penis was almost bursting.
Seeing the situation, Old Dao Jiang couldn't help but touch the White Tiger's den of the sect leader. With a hooked hand, he accurately touched the flesh of her clitoris.
Oh Wave Oh Wave
With this hook, Fu Wān-Tan exhaled like orchids, let out two tender moans, and leaned her head against Jiang Laodao's shoulder.
Good wet waves
Mr. Jiang, who had just touched the flower lips of the sect leader, felt the first feeling.
In this way, Old Daoheng Jiang picked up the sect leader who was half a head taller than him and walked towards her boudoir bed with lust.
In this way, the woman who was like a beauty and a wild beast arrived at the bedside.
Old Taoist Jiang placed the jade body of the sect leader with most of the snow-white jade skin exposed on the boudoir bed. He took off his clothes, but his eyes could see the rare national beauty of the sect leader without blinking for a moment.
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