Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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"Master." Zining's voice still has the aftertaste of climax, and the faint flattery makes people feel fragile. She compares the sword to his throat, and it seems that a tremor can cut his throat.

She sent the sword forward, forcing him to retreat, but he didn't retreat, even willing to be touched by the sword's edge, and a little red blood appeared.

Zi Ning's heart trembled, but his hands became more stable, his eyes still filled with emotion, but his eyes did not flicker. She only said: "Master...please lie down."

Yan Ji's eyes were bright like a fire.

Following the guidance of her sword, he stepped back, one step, two steps, slowly lowering his body, and leaning back. He was lying halfway on the ground, his long legs stretched out, his wet robe sleeves soaked in the dust on the ground.

The air in the small pavilion surrounded by the rain curtain was thin and hot. He gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling.

Zi Ning's clothes were torn by him, and she barely draped her breasts over her body. From her collarbone to her belly button, and her lower body, a strip of naked and white skin was exposed. She leaned down, her clothes swayed slightly, and the soft flesh on the edge of the snow milk trembled.

She knelt beside him, the wound on her lips oozing with blood. Hot emotions surged in Yanji's chest.

The black scabbard sword blew the hair and broke his hair, and cut his waistband with a touch. She peeled off his scattered clothes, then lifted the tie with the blade of the sword, and took off his pants.

The sharp iron tool moved around under him. Yanji's instinct made him feel dangerous, but he could only see Zining's face.

She touched the upright and hard flesh lightly with the body of the scab sword, and it shook when it was so painful that she couldn't help it.

Yan Ji whispered and called her: "Zining."

She moved the Jianfeng away suddenly, almost in a cold sweat-he ignored the threat of a sharp weapon and just got up to meet her.

The scab sword almost broke him.

Such a crazy person who was resisted by her sword and did not want to fall into the wind.

...She just wanted him to taste...the powerless taste of being manipulated.

The sex organs throbbed hungrily, and the small holes on the top had opened and spit out prefluid. He panted and lay under her, covered in dust.

Zi Ning swallowed, lifted his clothes and unbuttoned the gauze trousers, stepped over his lower abdomen, and put the scabbard sword across his neck again.

She said: "Master, don't move..."

She threatened him with a sharp sharp weapon, but the desire for eroticism on her face made him crazy.

The acupuncture point he had just played with his fingers for a long time was still ajar, moist and soft enough to hold the head of the sexual organ. She panted and sat down slowly, with the aid of her weight, she sat down the beating hot giant to the bottom and ate it all into the acupuncture.

The soft flesh between her legs touched his egg sack, and the two balls of flesh were painted with bright water.

She sat on his genitals and twisted her waist slightly, shaking his genitals back and forth.

The small wound on Yanji's neck that was punctured by the sword was condensed with a drop of blood like a cinnabar mole, and as his throat rolled and panting quickly, it flowed down like a red thread wrapped around his neck.