The moonlight is like a waterfall, pouring into the world.
After a lot of imagination, Zhou Qiyu, the king of Anyang, couldn't help but want to go to Fu Wānjun to ask clearly, so he left the courtyard and wanted to find some disciples of Qionghua Sect and ask where the sect leader's boudoir was.
Along the way, he asked the disciples wearing Qionghua Sect's robe and then found out where her palace bedroom was located, so he asked one of them to take them. The disciples were unwilling to tell them, but after learning about the unique secret number, he was willing to take him there.
After arriving at the courtyard of Fu Wānjun's palace, the disciple left, leaving only one voice: The sect leader has never allowed others to come here without the publicity. You can do it yourself.
Seeing the magnificent courtyard of Fu Wānjun, there were not only apricot trees, but also pavilions and stone tables. Two stone lamps were competing with the bright moon, Zhou Qiyu couldn't help but appreciate the layout of the courtyard.
But when she saw that there were no lights in her palace, she thought to herself that she had not come yet, so she sat down on the table at the pavilion and waited for Fu Wānjun to return from work.
During this period, I couldn't stop thinking about going in to see how her boudoir was, but I still didn't take action.
He also began to make plans and forge handwriting. In any case, he would get rid of old Taoist Jiang. Whether it was because he defiled his beloved man, or because he was afraid that he would expose the collusion with the barbarians, he would not be able to keep him.
…………
Just as Zhou Qiyu was waiting for Fu Wānjun to return.
Inside the upper level of the underground palace.
Old Dao Jiang was not satisfied with whipping Fu Wān Jun's fat buttocks through his underwear, so he began to unbutton his skirt. After a while, Old Dao Jiang took off his underwear.
What reflected in his eyes was four or five crisscrossing red marks appeared on his snow-white fat buttocks, which were obviously left by the whip in Jiang Laodao's hand.
Old Taoist Jiang used his hand to spread the tightly closed round legs of Fu Wān Jun, and suddenly saw the tight chrysanthemum buds between the two snow buttocks of Fu Wān Jun.
Old Taoist Jiang inertially touched the whip's head against the sensitive anus of Fu Wānjun and said: Madam, you probably have never been deflowered here.
Old Dao Jiang just inertially wanted to humiliate Fu Wānjun. In his heart, no one had touched her skin with a cold and arrogant temperament, of course, except himself.
But Fu Wānjun kept silent because the anus bud was enjoyed by his own son Jiang Lan like his mouth. Now he is likely to be slandered by Mr. Jiang again. How can such a fact be expressed?
Old Dao Jiang pinched Fu Wānjun's throat and said: I just like your cold face and arrogant look. I keep it like this, so that I can maintain my desire to conquer.
The more fierce the Fu Wānjun was, the more high-pitched the nature of Old Taoist Jiang was. In a blink of an eye, he waved the whip in his hand and whipped hard on Fu Wānjun's fat buttocks.
Bang...
In an instant, Fu Wānjun's fat buttocks rose and moved. The next moment, another mark was added to the crisscrossing whip marks.
And this whip also hit Wānjun's body and mind, causing her to scream again: Ah…
The craze in the abdomen swept over, giving birth to an indescribable pleasure.
This shame made Fu Wānjun look back on the past: Since he was born in Fuxi Valley, he has been selected as one of the few people who practiced the Xianzhen magic skills with his elder sister Fu Junyao and his younger sister Fu Chanyao: After escaping from Fuxi Valley with his sister, he happened to encounter an annual martial arts conference. As a result, the three sisters became famous in one battle and were in the top three lists of the Jianghu, becoming one of the three great masters: Then, it was a national disaster again, and the martial arts people from the King of Anyang went deep into the main camp of the Barbarians to kill the head coach, saving the country in times of crisis: In the end, the dynasty was named the first sect to govern the martial arts world. Although no one dared to invade, he always took the initiative to capture the rebels and the devil who harmed the Jianghu and was imprisoned in the dark underground palace: a few years ago, he defeated Chu Qingyan, who was recognized as the first sword leader in the world and known as the Sword Immortal:
But now, he is suffering from the humiliation of the vulgar old Taoist who is far below his strength and can take away his life in the blink of an eye. With such a gap, the arrogant Fu Wānjun is even more uncomfortable than death.
The hot pain and the tightness of the beautiful breasts in the hands and feet made me feel inexplicable pleasure, and I was even a little immersed at one time...
Sect Master, do you like your husband’s training?
Old Dao Jiang stretched his palm between her legs and stroked it. As expected, after whipping her buttocks, Fu Wānjun's flowery lips became even more moist.
Fu Wānjun didn't know how to respond to such shameful words, so he kept silent.
Old Dao Jiang was even more excited to scratch her slippery lip, and occasionally rolled up the grass in her shade, which was full of nature.
Fu Wānjun's plump jade body shook violently. It turned out that the fingertips of Jiang Laodao touched the hymen layer inside the flower hole. A sensation of pain swept across her body, and the pain also magnified her senses several times.
Very flexible, so responsive.After Jiang Laodao touched Fu Wānjun's hymen, under the violent shaking of her body, he not only did not move it away, but instead scratched her membrane layer again.
Although it was not as strong as the first time I encountered it, the touching of the membrane layer made Fu Wānjun feel a sense of floating in his heart, fearing that his fingers would suddenly pierce the hymen.
Seeing Fu Wānjun's cold face that had been rigid and cold, Jiang Laodao understood that this was the look he wanted, which was so exciting.
Fu Wānjun still spoke again: Don’t torture me like this, please help me deflower?Please.
Fu Wānjun didn't expect that the first time she asked someone to help her deflower her. Although she was not as vain as the world's pursuing appearance and figure, she was definitely confident that there were few people in the world. If she spoke and wanted to have sex with her, she would definitely be able to come from Kyoto to Qionghua Sect, but now, even deflowering is begging others.
After a lot of imagination, Zhou Qiyu, the king of Anyang, couldn't help but want to go to Fu Wānjun to ask clearly, so he left the courtyard and wanted to find some disciples of Qionghua Sect and ask where the sect leader's boudoir was.
Along the way, he asked the disciples wearing Qionghua Sect's robe and then found out where her palace bedroom was located, so he asked one of them to take them. The disciples were unwilling to tell them, but after learning about the unique secret number, he was willing to take him there.
After arriving at the courtyard of Fu Wānjun's palace, the disciple left, leaving only one voice: The sect leader has never allowed others to come here without the publicity. You can do it yourself.
Seeing the magnificent courtyard of Fu Wānjun, there were not only apricot trees, but also pavilions and stone tables. Two stone lamps were competing with the bright moon, Zhou Qiyu couldn't help but appreciate the layout of the courtyard.
But when she saw that there were no lights in her palace, she thought to herself that she had not come yet, so she sat down on the table at the pavilion and waited for Fu Wānjun to return from work.
During this period, I couldn't stop thinking about going in to see how her boudoir was, but I still didn't take action.
He also began to make plans and forge handwriting. In any case, he would get rid of old Taoist Jiang. Whether it was because he defiled his beloved man, or because he was afraid that he would expose the collusion with the barbarians, he would not be able to keep him.
…………
Just as Zhou Qiyu was waiting for Fu Wānjun to return.
Inside the upper level of the underground palace.
Old Dao Jiang was not satisfied with whipping Fu Wān Jun's fat buttocks through his underwear, so he began to unbutton his skirt. After a while, Old Dao Jiang took off his underwear.
What reflected in his eyes was four or five crisscrossing red marks appeared on his snow-white fat buttocks, which were obviously left by the whip in Jiang Laodao's hand.
Old Taoist Jiang used his hand to spread the tightly closed round legs of Fu Wān Jun, and suddenly saw the tight chrysanthemum buds between the two snow buttocks of Fu Wān Jun.
Old Taoist Jiang inertially touched the whip's head against the sensitive anus of Fu Wānjun and said: Madam, you probably have never been deflowered here.
Old Dao Jiang just inertially wanted to humiliate Fu Wānjun. In his heart, no one had touched her skin with a cold and arrogant temperament, of course, except himself.
But Fu Wānjun kept silent because the anus bud was enjoyed by his own son Jiang Lan like his mouth. Now he is likely to be slandered by Mr. Jiang again. How can such a fact be expressed?
Old Dao Jiang pinched Fu Wānjun's throat and said: I just like your cold face and arrogant look. I keep it like this, so that I can maintain my desire to conquer.
The more fierce the Fu Wānjun was, the more high-pitched the nature of Old Taoist Jiang was. In a blink of an eye, he waved the whip in his hand and whipped hard on Fu Wānjun's fat buttocks.
Bang...
In an instant, Fu Wānjun's fat buttocks rose and moved. The next moment, another mark was added to the crisscrossing whip marks.
And this whip also hit Wānjun's body and mind, causing her to scream again: Ah…
The craze in the abdomen swept over, giving birth to an indescribable pleasure.
This shame made Fu Wānjun look back on the past: Since he was born in Fuxi Valley, he has been selected as one of the few people who practiced the Xianzhen magic skills with his elder sister Fu Junyao and his younger sister Fu Chanyao: After escaping from Fuxi Valley with his sister, he happened to encounter an annual martial arts conference. As a result, the three sisters became famous in one battle and were in the top three lists of the Jianghu, becoming one of the three great masters: Then, it was a national disaster again, and the martial arts people from the King of Anyang went deep into the main camp of the Barbarians to kill the head coach, saving the country in times of crisis: In the end, the dynasty was named the first sect to govern the martial arts world. Although no one dared to invade, he always took the initiative to capture the rebels and the devil who harmed the Jianghu and was imprisoned in the dark underground palace: a few years ago, he defeated Chu Qingyan, who was recognized as the first sword leader in the world and known as the Sword Immortal:
But now, he is suffering from the humiliation of the vulgar old Taoist who is far below his strength and can take away his life in the blink of an eye. With such a gap, the arrogant Fu Wānjun is even more uncomfortable than death.
The hot pain and the tightness of the beautiful breasts in the hands and feet made me feel inexplicable pleasure, and I was even a little immersed at one time...
Sect Master, do you like your husband’s training?
Old Dao Jiang stretched his palm between her legs and stroked it. As expected, after whipping her buttocks, Fu Wānjun's flowery lips became even more moist.
Fu Wānjun didn't know how to respond to such shameful words, so he kept silent.
Old Dao Jiang was even more excited to scratch her slippery lip, and occasionally rolled up the grass in her shade, which was full of nature.
Fu Wānjun's plump jade body shook violently. It turned out that the fingertips of Jiang Laodao touched the hymen layer inside the flower hole. A sensation of pain swept across her body, and the pain also magnified her senses several times.
Very flexible, so responsive.After Jiang Laodao touched Fu Wānjun's hymen, under the violent shaking of her body, he not only did not move it away, but instead scratched her membrane layer again.
Although it was not as strong as the first time I encountered it, the touching of the membrane layer made Fu Wānjun feel a sense of floating in his heart, fearing that his fingers would suddenly pierce the hymen.
Seeing Fu Wānjun's cold face that had been rigid and cold, Jiang Laodao understood that this was the look he wanted, which was so exciting.
Fu Wānjun still spoke again: Don’t torture me like this, please help me deflower?Please.
Fu Wānjun didn't expect that the first time she asked someone to help her deflower her. Although she was not as vain as the world's pursuing appearance and figure, she was definitely confident that there were few people in the world. If she spoke and wanted to have sex with her, she would definitely be able to come from Kyoto to Qionghua Sect, but now, even deflowering is begging others.
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