Chapter 3 Romantic Prince (H)

Under the ambiguous light of the red candle, the woman under her body was bright and her buttocks and breasts were waves when she was moved.

Fang Junchi grabbed her two slender wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head. The two round snow breasts became more perky and trembled and seductive.

He lowered his head and took one of the red plums that had quietly raised his head. He gently poked the tip of his tongue into the depression on the top, and drew a circle to suck and kissed it. The little fruit immediately stood up.

The numb touch instantly spread throughout the body, as if even the tiny hairs stood up. Qingpity was like a boneless fish, swaying her waist lightly, chasing the source of happiness

Ah... The prince... is so comfortable... The man's lips and tongue are as gentle as him, and they also seem patient. Even if the hard objects poked on his thighs through clothes were ready to go, his nipples were swollen quickly. Qingpity suddenly remembered something shameful, and hurriedly thrust his body, and shouted, "Young master... I want to do it here too~ well~

Little pityer was anxious.Fang Junchi raised his head, the corners of his lips were crystal clear, and he grabbed and rubbed the erect breasts on the other side with his big hands, and kept scratching and rubbing the sensitive nipples with his thumb. He used his hands and mouths at the same time. Soon, he had eaten the two snow milks until they were so pink.

The surging pleasure is completely different from the stimulation of daily teaching. It is strange and violent, which has already made Qing Pity's eyes wet and his whole body hot.

That day, the private parts of the secret medicine in the daily building were washed and maintained by secret medicine, but only a few drops overflowed due to the tight hole. Qing Pity trembled gently, and his confined legs quietly opened at some point, clamping the hard object that the man was holding in it, rubbing invisibly.

Fang Junchi was shocked immediately. He felt the dampness and heat there through the silk material. His heart felt the panic and excitement of his first nocturnal emission when he was a teenager. He let go of his warm and soft breasts and his boneless wrists, and firmly separated her two white legs downwards.

Well... the prince doesn't look... The man's eyes were fierce and restrained. Qing Pity was unable to close his legs together, so he could only subconsciously shrink the slightly opened mouth of the hole.

So what Fang Junchi saw was the thin and shallow hair, the two pink and white shell meat, fat but not greasy, full and tender, a deep thin line in it was pulled away from it, revealing the dark red hole that was only as big as a grain of rice. A drop of crystal liquid hanging on it and will not fall.

Tsk tsk: The place under Xiaopity's body is exquisite, but I don't know if I can hold my king's things.

No matter how shy you are, you still smile, charming and innocent: Just try it out...

Fang Junchi asked her to flirt with blood, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were deep. He reached out to take off his clothes. Even if his desire attacked his heart, his movements exuded a sense of elegance and pride, which was a unique romantic feeling.

When his body, which was vigorous and thin, covered with thin muscles, delicate textures and smooth lines were completely exposed to Qing Pity, he couldn't help but praise perfection. In the black jungle under his crotch, there was a beautiful and straight flesh-colored giant object, and the top was spitting out the bell liquid. Qing Pity licked his slightly dry lips: The prince's things are just as handsome as they are.

Not only handsome, but also useful.Fang Junchi raised his eyebrows and teased, his slender body returned to the girl's delicate body. He pushed away the thin slit that was closed with one hand, allowing the two petals of shellfish to wrap the tender glans with difficulty and slide up and down.