Beauty Ecstasy: Love the slave is too ferocious

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The ambiguous voices coming from the house are intermittent and not very clear. In addition, the room is somewhat soundproof. If it is not just passing by when the voice is high, it is actually not very clear...

But Qing is different, he is a martial arts practitioner, and his hearing is much sharper than ordinary people, plus it is early in the morning, and the palace is still quiet everywhere——

The voice he heard became even clearer.

With a blushing face, he stood there as stiff as a stone, neither advancing nor retreating. [

After hesitating and pacing on the spot for a while, Qing decided to go back to the study first, and come back in half an hour to report the news she just received.

The people inside the house don't know what's going on outside at all, they are falling into the monstrous lust, lingering crazily...

After the passion...

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Jiang Nanyan lay softly on the pillow, her long eyelashes half closed, trembling slightly because of the aftertaste of passion...

Her mind went blank, and she couldn't tell where she was for a while, only feeling the heavy Xiahou wind on her back...

"You are so heavy... Get down quickly..." Jiang Nanyan said in a daze.

Xiahou Fengli lowered his head, looked at the person below him, turned his head, moved his lips down, and bit her cherry lips lightly in punishment.

Jiang Nanyan felt a little pain, and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were still dazzled by the passion just now, with a psychedelic beauty...

Xiahou Fengli felt that he became hard again at that moment.

He slid off Jiang Nanyan's body, turned her over, and pressed her up again. His long legs moved between her white and weak legs, pushed away again, and the throbbing man pressed against her tightly.

The scorching heat from the center of the legs shocked Jiang Nanyan's misty eyes, and she woke up instantly!

"No... I'm out of strength... and you haven't answered my question yet..." Jiang Nanyan's slender catkin weakly pushed Xiahou Fengli, while dodging his lingering kiss.

"What's the question?" Xiahou Fengli asked in a hoarse voice, already throwing her previous words out of the cloud.