Lost Jungle

5

    The splashing water column carried the icy low temperature, and Wen Feng, who was standing under the water, wrapped his arms around his thin chest and shivered.

    The snow layer on the high mountain, the snow water from the melting ice and snow, gurgling down, hit the warm skin, and tiny hairs stood up.

    The icy water flowed down from the shiny black hair on the top of his head, bringing out gray sewage, Wen Feng's eyes were tightly closed, and he made a hissing sound of gasping.

    Raising his hands, inserting them into the dark hair, scrubbing them quickly, Wen Feng gradually got used to the coldness of the snow water.

    The drooping head was lifted up suddenly, the raised chin had a smooth arc, and crystal water droplets splashed out of the wet hair.

    With fair and slender fingers, he brushed the soft black hair to the back of his head, exposing his smooth forehead. Wen Feng turned his head and looked hesitantly at the strange beast standing aside who had no intention of leaving.

    "I don't even know how to avoid it." Wen Feng muttered in a low voice, and slowly took off his shirt, feeling awkward for a while.

    The strange beast standing on the edge of the stone face, with a thick long tail and a sharp tail tip, rests on the boulder behind it, its thick arms resting leisurely in front of its chest, golden beast eyes glowing with cold luster, silent Looking intently at Wen Feng who was performing a strip show.

    The trousers that were taken off were soaked with clear water, and the heavy pair was thrown at the feet of the strange beast together with the jacket.

    Wen Feng took the soles of his feet out of the shoes, stepped on the icy and slippery stone carefully with his bare feet, and let out a comfortable sigh deep in his throat.

    The white jets of water hit the bare chest, two pink spots quietly stood up in the cool running water, Wen Feng began to wash his body seriously.

    The palms spread out and the fingers closed together rubbed out waves of dirt on the sticky shoulders. His hands slid all the way and stopped on the sunken lower back. Wet panties stuck to the buttocks.

    A bunch of black velvet grass was exposed to the air, and Wen Feng stretched his hands between his legs, facing the water flow, Wen Feng washed his lower body with some embarrassment.

    The strange beast standing behind Wen Feng had a silver tail resting on the stone, the tip of the tail drew deep dents on the hard stone, there was a rustle of white powder shaking off, the animal's eyes narrowed slightly, The gaze moved down, watching Wen Feng's two tender white puffs.

    The pure black underwear was scrubbed hastily in running water twice, wrung out vigorously, and Wen Feng quickly put it on.

    She bent down to pick up the clothes at the feet of the beast, and washed them one by one. The little briefs were wet and stuck to her body, clearly outlining her sexy curves.

    The strange beast standing quietly, with a tall figure, slightly squinted eyes, and a golden streamer, is full of interest.

    The clear water flow, the snow-white water column, fell on the smooth stone slab, bringing out a trace of blackness, and trickled into the invisible stone crevices.

    The sun hangs high, the blush is gorgeous, and the dazzling light shines down.

    Drenched clothes were laid on the broad stones, and the cool moisture evaporated quickly in the high temperature air.