The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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"Small things, are you ready?" vague.

Asked if you are not ashamed, how can you answer the illusion? Her body was soft and muddy, and her small hand climbed his strong shoulders. Hey, "...you...go...open!"

Jimo’s low laugh, full of boundless pleasure and hot emotions.

The next moment, the illusion of feelings and legs felt strongly opened, not waiting for her to struggle again, that is, Moya has already entered her with hegemony, at the same time, a tearing pain, all over her body!

The pain made her wake up a lot, and the affection and the previous wine were faded clean, and there was only pain under the body...

The tears rushed down, she didn't come.

"Oh, it hurts, I don't want it, the son of the world, you go out..."

The first few times were joking, half-and-a-half, this time I really didn't want to come, climbing the hands of Jimo's neck, pushing him hard and beating him.

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The illusion is sore and sobbing, as if the whole person has to be torn, not to follow, crying and crying, "You are not talking about the son, ah, I am going to die, I don't want, oh, you are a bad guy... ..."

I don't want to cooperate anymore.

She kept hitting his hands and catching them. She pressed high above her head and pressed it down. She was not allowed to move. She cried and clashed for her resistance...

After a while, the senses were pleasing to the extreme, and there was no description. Only then was the person under the body crying so much that he had to go back and sigh, and the snoring was so pitiful and soft.

One bite, bite the palm of his hand and stuff it into her mouth.