Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Chi You's dark green eyes became darker and darker, he stretched out a hand, held the fire stick on Qianlong's lower body, and comforted him gently and hastily.

An abnormal blush appeared on Jianlong's face, his red-black eyes narrowed in pleasure, and an intermittent charming tone escaped from the corners of his lips.

He has lost himself, and his body has been firmly controlled by the other party.

The effect of the Mohuan Mist was too strong, and after a quarter of an hour, Jianlong released it for the first time in Chi You's hands, and the extremely strong musky smell filled the room.

The cheap dragon was satisfied for the first time, but soon became empty again, and his lower body stood up again.At this moment, his sanity was almost blurred by the drugs.

Chi You, stained with the mucus on his hands, began to expand the back-court for the people on his body.

Jianlong didn't reject it, let Chi You sit like this, he felt very comfortable, very comfortable, and...not satisfied.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers, when Qianlong's back-court has softened a little, Chi You's eyes dimmed, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips, it was about time.

"Didn't you say...the Emperor is on top?"

Qianlong, who was about to be completely swallowed by light (love) words (desire), regained a trace of sanity, and looked at Chi You with some displeasure.

"That's right, it's you on top!" Chi You's eyes flashed an extremely cunning arc.

In the next moment, he straightened Jianlong's body, opened Jianlong's legs, and then pointed his back at his scorching heat, and slowly pressed down...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pain and discomfort are only momentary, because of the effect of magic mist, happiness follows, far surpassing pain.

Chi You kept approaching, attacking Jianlong's body recklessly, and his lover's tight wrapping made him gradually reach a state of madness.

The screams changed, and turned into whimpers of joy.

The cheap dragon gave up his shame, exiled himself, and was completely controlled by the strange feeling of his body. This kind of happiness was something he had never enjoyed before.

Once the spirit slackens, depravity follows.

The night had just begun, and the two men were dancing wildly in the room. In the whole world, it seemed that only each other and the instinct to chase after pleasure were left.

From dark to dawn, the two of them still did not stop.

Chi You is a demon god, he is powerful, he will never get tired, and he is tireless, the enthusiasm accumulated for tens of thousands of years was released on this night.

As for the cheap dragon, his voice has long been hoarse.

After this night, the poison of Mohuan Mist on his body was almost detoxified, and his sanity basically recovered a little, but no matter how much he begged and howled, the man on his body just refused to stop.

Yes, body.

Chi You was next to him, only the first round with real guns and real guns, and every time after that, without exception, it was the cheap dragon lying down.

"Enough, enough, ah, ha, let me go... let me go!"

The cheap dragon will only forget to call himself the emperor when he is extremely excited and can't help himself.

"Let go? Didn't you say that I'm going to throw me away after I'm done sleeping? Do you want to throw me away?" Chi You's body jerked violently for a while, and the "slap" sound of physical body collision made people blush, "Do you want to throw it away?" Throw it? Huh? Do you still throw it at me?!"

"No—no...don't throw it away! Don't throw it away!"

The voice of the cheap dragon screaming has completely changed its tone. Hou-Ting Gudao couldn't bear such a fierce treatment from him, the inner wall convulsed wildly, and even his whole body trembled.