Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

32. The tongue is soft and slippery, licking under the small.

Ziwei was lying on his back on the small couch behind the screen, his clothes were spread out, his eyes were closed, his head was tilted back, and the slightly closed candles shattered on his chest. His neck was long and elegant.

It's just that the eyebrows are lightly frowned, and it seems that he is not in a good mood.

Chu Fan was not in a good mood.

She didn't know how to get this thing. The previous few times, it hardened in no time, but now she has touched the stem several times back and forth, and it is still half hard...

She cuddled on Ziwei's waist and leaned obediently on his lap, her eyes so close to this thing for the first time.

Immortals who are like ice and snow, this thing is actually not very good-looking.

The slightly congested column body, the dark red sac skin wraps the tortoise edge, carefully pull it off a little, revealing a small hole on the round head, as if it is still steaming.

Chu Fan quietly raised his head and glanced at Daochang, only to see a straight nose and thin, slightly pursed lips.

In fact, in her heart, she still felt that it was a transaction, such as donating blood, or doing such a thing. At first, Chu Fan only thought it was mutual benefit.

But after so long, she didn't see what benefits the Taoist had gained... On the contrary, she seemed to benefit more.

Don't want to get anything from her? how can that be possible. It makes her feel insecure.

Greasy white fingers clumsily twisted around the stem body, the soft flesh in the palm wrapped around the green veined column body, slid over the knuckles, up and down, there was really no trick.

But the fleshy stem was still in her small hands, and it slowly stood up with blood, and it swelled into a giant that was hard to grasp.

Chu Fan felt that the Taoist priest's waist and abdomen were tightening, and there was a groan in her throat. She was not so inhumane, and she became more courageous, and asked inexplicably, "What do you want, Taoist priest? I already have He Yuanyin, could it be the mandarin duck in my body..."

She pushed down with her hands, and the flesh beside the turtle edge was peeled off, revealing a plump and bulging head, round and smooth, like an umbrella-like edge that opened directly in front of her.

Chu Fan jumped in shock.

She wanted to lift her body up and sit down again, but as soon as she lifted her shoulders, she was pressed down by a big hand. She didn't hold back her strength, and her side face accidentally rubbed against the wet and hard penis... This thing was beaten slightly.

Ziwei's voice came from above, still cold, "Continue."

Chu Fan seemed to know what he was going to do.

She lowered her head slightly, straightened her upright penis a little bit, approached the persimmon red's lustful glans, licked it a little, and put it in her mouth.

The hand on her shoulder tightened even more.

Her lips are small and soft, her tongue is soft and slippery, and the inside of her mouth is also hot and warm.

Ziwei raised his head, his neck elongated, his Adam's apple rolled around extremely violently, and almost all the touches rushed down his body, overwhelming the sky.

The tail was irresistibly exposed again, wrapped around her waist, gradually tightened, and slid into the clothes from the side, against the skin.

Like a secret urging.