Supreme Satyr

The moon was dark and the wind was high that night. It is said that the moon is dark and the wind is high, but yunmenglong didn't kill. He doesn't like killing. He was looking at the out of print spring palace map stolen by the old beggar from the palace. He studied it very carefully. He felt like a diligent and eager young man. After reading the spring palace picture given to him by the old beggar, he couldn't sleep for a long time. The same thing that couldn't sleep for a long time was apricot blue. Apricot blue is more and more afraid of the darkness and depth of the night. She wants a man to hold her to sleep. A weak woman needs a warm and broad chest. He thought of yunmenglong's handsome side face cut like a knife and his bright eyes like cold stars.

"If only Menglong could hold me." the idea came out. Apricot blue was ashamed of her idea. Yunmenglong's evil and charming smile suddenly came to her mind, and her body became hot with her heart, "Menglong..."

Yunmenglong was tossing and turning at this time. The beautiful apricot blue swayed in front of him. The snow-white skin was still young, and the protruding buds on the pink on his chest stirred yunmenglong's nerves again and again. Yunmenglong was stiff, but the hardest place was there... But he was hesitating. The reason for his hesitation is not that he is afraid of the consequences of doing so. He is not afraid. He hesitated whether it was better to * * or rape stick. Of course, the best was adultery, followed by seduction.

Finally, when his brother blushed and struggled to protest, yunmenglong no longer cared so much. He thought, "no matter how raped, we'll talk about it again."

So apricot Blue's dream came true. Because yunmenglong really held her in her arms, Xinglan thought to herself whether it was a dream. Thank God for letting me have such a dream.

But the muscles of yunmenglong touched in his hand were really so strong and hot. His chest was like a stove, melting the whole apricot blue.

When he found that all this was true, apricot blue gave a low cry of "ah" and hung his head.

The delicate body of apricot blue trembled in yunmenglong's arms, but it became softer and hotter. The east wind is powerless and a hundred flowers are disabled. At the sight of beauty, there is no match. Apricot Blue's pretty face was burning red like maple in autumn night by the smell of yunmenglong's special man, and the red spread to the roots of ears. Apricot blue and snow-white neck is slender like a swan.