Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

33. Insert into the uterine cavity and ejaculate

Chu Fan knew that she and her brother were entangled and clinging on vines that were unclear. After so many years, it is not clear who is born around whom.

It's like the vines that grow together and grow together, even the skin and flesh are sticking together, can you completely peel off the other one?

How bloody it was.

"Your brother." Ziwei's eyes darkened, slender fingers rubbed her lips, sketching, "What did he do to you..."

The fingertips were slightly cold, and the sword cocoon roughly rubbed the skin, and there was a slight pain. For no reason, Chu Fan felt that the feeling of the Taoist priest now was somewhat indescribable.

a bit dangerious.

Chu Fan swallowed his throat dryly, and continued, "Brother doesn't allow me to talk to others, doesn't like me to feed animals, and doesn't allow me to learn techniques..."

Ziwei slid her hand down and pulled her clothes off. A light red pocket rope hung from the light and greasy collarbone. He slowly pulled the rope down, revealing the bulging, white and tender breast meat.

He touched the tip of the nipple lightly with the pulp of his finger, covered it, and rubbed the small soft granules slightly. Creamy and soft.

Ziwei remained calm and lowered his voice: "Do you think this is right?"

Chu Fan actually felt that something was not right. 

But they share life and death, with the same blood flowing, and have experienced countless despair and tragedies. She can understand her brother's vulnerability and anxiety.

Chu Fan hesitated and nodded.

She felt right.

Ziwei immediately pushed her against the wall, sniffed from her neck to her breasts, bit her way along the collarbone socket, and sucked out a large red mark.

"Then I'll tell you." Zi Wei's voice was hoarse, "This is not right at all."

"Daoist..." Chu Fan put his little hand on his shoulder lightly.

The white milk flesh is bulging like the bud of a lotus flower, decorated with a red fruit, slightly damp and standing. Ziwei pressed her down and licked her, pursing her lips and sucking, each time a dark red flower was branded.

Chu Fan felt hot all over, his warm tongue pressed tightly against his nipples, and that large area was covered with wet mucus.

Her face was flushed from being sucked, her long hair was scattered, and it fell on top of Ziwei's hair, black and silver hair intertwined, inseparable.

Ziwei pressed her waist, opened her legs with a little force, squeezed her sturdy waist in, and slowly moved her hips, lifting her up easily.

Now the man is in his arms.

Ziwei lifted her back, put her on the couch, and then moved down, tore off the dress, and the soft white and delicate flesh fell into his hands.

Ziwei continued to suck down, from the chest to the waist and abdomen, licking along the thin crotch line, the warm breath hit it, and the excited Chu Fan kept shaking up, shouting inarticulately. "Daoist, Taoist..."

The numbness spread from the place where the kiss fell to her whole body in an instant. Her forehead was sweaty, her breathing was a mess, and she didn't know whether she wanted to hide or continue, her waist was swaying, and her tone was broken.

Ziwei held her legs together and broke them apart.

He kissed down again.

With his head in the center, the tip of his nose slid across the soft flesh at the base of his thigh, then he found the petal in the center of the trousers, and licked it through a thin cloth.