Legend of the Asura

(Suddenly, this chapter is a bit dark... pure children’s shoes, please skip it.)

Without seeing the expression he wanted to see from his face, the proud moon Yi people turned and snorted: "It is a real powerhouse, a person you can never surpass this devil!"

“Oh?” The wind moved back and looked at her with interest: “Do you adore this person?”

The proud moon Yi people sneered, looking at his eyes full of disdain.

The audience completely understood her meaning and smiled coldly: "How do I say that you are also your first man? It is not right to say another man in front of your man."

Add another sentence in my heart: Although the man is still me.

The answer of the proud moon Iraqi is only one word: "Roll!"

The sly look of the wind squinted, her eyes swept across her body from head to toe, and the corner of her mouth was a weird smile: "You forced me. It seems that I need to teach you how to be a qualified woman."

The devil's smile surprised her, and the subconscious stepped back. Suddenly her hand was light and the weapon had disappeared.

The wind slammed his right hand backwards, throwing the golden short knife far away, while the left hand quickly handed it out, grabbed her wrist and did not give her a chance to change her weapon.

Did not give her panic and escape time, the windy right hand has been recovered, the evil sneer hangs on the face, the right hand swiftly swayed the illusory shadow, with a late scream, the two long The shackled giant ball bounced out in the moment when the blouse was completely stripped, and the swaying swaying waves in the gentle wind, the two pink tempting buds slowly stand in the wind Start.

"To tell the truth, your ** is very good!" The windy hands grabbed a jade ** that was piled up like ice and snow, and kneaded arbitrarily, and the white meat spilled from the fingers. The whole upper body was twisted with the movement of his hand.

The proud moon Yiren is struck by lightning!

"Let me go! You devil! Let me go..." The innocent ** was held tightly by the chilly hands, so that she could not escape, facing this irresistible, not afraid of punishment, she only Can struggle with weakness, shouting. Panic, fear, shadows come together...

"I like your present expression very much." The wind smashed his right hand, and the **** pulled with a pink bead: "Speak the answer I want, maybe I will let you go."

"You... you never think about it."

Looking at her reluctant tears, the wind did not have the slightest apology, loosened her right hand: "To tell the truth, I like your answer, then don't blame me."

It is also the two "Flying Dragons Clouds", and the clothes left by the proud moons are stripped clean. She closed her eyes desperately, waiting for the nightmare to come again. The perfect legs of the jade like jade are tight and together, slightly shivering, and the faint fluff between the legs is light with the wind, adding a mysterious beauty.

Feng* convex body was flipped over by him, and his hands stretched out from behind her, grasping the two masters and playing with joy. "Let's talk, what position do you like!"

"Let me..." The closed beauty was in tears, her strength was defeated again, and her body trembled slightly. There was a cry in the voice.

"Okay! I will choose for you!"

Without much effort, the body of the proud moon Iraqi has been shackled on the ground by his oppression, knees and hips, double ** sinking, completely deformed by the hard ground, but revealing the enchanting red color, beautiful .

The eyes stunned and looked at the lively fragrance at the moment. Her hip shape is extremely round and full, without cover, the mysterious look of the groove, buttocks and legs is clear, reflecting the crispy flesh. A pair of Feng Wei's slender legs are forced to bend, the legs are slippery, the curve is perfect, the skin is smooth, and Jane is in an incredible situation.

The ultimate beauty evokes the fire that he is about to erupt. He grabbed the two groups of snow-covered hills in his hand and said while holding it: "Remember this position? Our first time, you are like this. I am accepting my favor!"

The proud moon Yi people did not answer, nor did they struggle. They were stunned by the fate, and they let their tears fall to the ground.

"Tell me, how old are you this year!" Pressing the boiling blood of the beast, the windy hands stroking her round hips, her eyes greedily glanced at the beautiful curve of her knees and hips, slightly bloody. Feeling angry.

Answering him is still a sobbing without sound.

"Answer me!" The windy voice was a little cold, and the right hand holding her buttocks was also tight.

Her body trembled a little and still didn't answer.

The wind smiled awkwardly, and the look turned extremely calm. The right hand lifted up and returned with a clear wind.

"Hey!" Snow white as jade's hips printed a bright red palm print, the wind is very heavy, enough to make this spoiled, noble and incomparable family size.

"Oh!" This slap in exchange for her depressing pain, the burning pain caused her to breathe cold, and the body trembled fiercely.

"Hey!" It was also a slap in the face, and the red mark on the left hip was also printed.

"...do not...**!" The pain of the bones that I had never felt made her collapse, and finally it was difficult to tear up the remnant self-esteem and make a whimpering for mercy.

"I asked you once, how old is this year?" The wind whispered and the voice became soft.

"Ten...19!" The proud Iraqi screamed and replied, and the whole body could not tremble. At this point his smile was exactly the same as the devil's smile in her eyes.

"Oh……"

The evil spirits in the eyes of the wind are getting more and more prosperous, and the revenge of the rush has passed. His hands slammed into her body, grabbing the two soft, straight, sturdy flesh, and kneading hard.

"It’s just 19 years old, it seems that you don’t have much time to play. Is it true that Duanmu’s women are born?”

The proud moon Iraqi did not understand what he was saying. She only knew that her ** was pinched. It seemed to be exploding. The tears in the corner of the eyes kept falling like pearls: "**... lighter! ”

"Afraid of pain? Want to be comfortable?" The windy hands grabbed their hands on the amazing chest, and then suddenly loosened their hands and let her body back to the ground, the pink cherry that stood up Wiping with the ground, with a sting in her sting.

"Tell me your name!" The left hand still rubbed her fragrant buttocks, her right hand was hooked between her legs and felt the outflow of synovial fluid.

"End... Duanmu Yiren!" The proud moon is full of fear, almost involuntarily answering.

"Oh, it really is this name!" The wind stunned and continued to ask: "Have you ever liked a man?"

This is a very important issue. A woman who has moved by herself must not be moved by other men. otherwise……

The Turkic question left the Ao Yue Yi people there, and I didn’t know what to answer.

The wind brows an eyebrow, and the **** covered with black armor slammed forward, slid into her body by the slippery body fluid, disappearing into her leg, "Answer me!"

Sudden tingling and strange ** slammed her waist, but it was quickly pressed back by a big hand. Her lower body squirmed violently, trying to pull out his cold into his body. Hard fingers, lips trembled and opened: "No...no!"

I got a satisfactory answer. The wind sighed with a long sigh of relief. When I lowered my head, my face floated again and laughed: "Where is the Dumu family hiding?"

"...!"

"You bastard! Beast! Devil! Let me go! I will one day be smashing you... ah!!" The problem of touching her bottom line made her suddenly wake up, she screamed wildly. Struggling to get out of his restraint, but soon, with her screaming screaming, an incomparable pain drowned her just sober rationality and defeated her rebellious heart.

The popular left hand was pinched on her left hip like a vise, deforming the eyes of the rounded buttocks, and the five pointed thorns seemed to be deeply penetrated, giving her unspeakable pain.

"answer me!"

"Oh... don't... **, **... I can't say, can't say... stop... ask... please..." The tears of the proud moon erupted,

The wind blew his eyes, and he sighed in his heart and took back his left hand. From her eyes, he saw pain and pleading, and saw the determination. The Duanmu family must have something that she can't give up, and she has no reason to compromise in any case.

"Why... why are you doing this to me!" The pain finally dissipated, and she tried to dry the tears in her eyes. She wants to know the answer to this question, she wants to know what she is doing wrong.

"Because..." The wind slammed her eyes and said with a blank expression: "You were born in a family of Duanmu!"

"You... you roll!" The proud moon Yiren struggling to twist his hips, licking his fingers in his body, the inexplicable emptiness made her heart seem to be blocked. She turned and looked at her eyes with tears and deep resentment in her fear.

"I will hate you forever!" she said with a blank face.

The wind was so low that he suddenly smiled: "You won't!"

"Iy! Are you there?"

The arrogant Iraqi's communicator suddenly sounded, and she was shocked by the nerves. At the same time, her voice was heard like a commanding voice.

"Receive!"

"……you!"

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