The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

6.1

The passing wind gradually slowed down, and the moonlight scattered from the fragmented sky of the mountain forest. Shen Zhaodu wore a little bright color and accepted all the hatred magnanimously.

"I don't mind playing cat and mouse with you." He spurred his horse hard, his wolfish ambition appearing in his dark pupils, "As long as you can bear the consequences of being caught."

The riding whip was ruthlessly thrown away. Shen Zhaodu clamped his legs around the horse's belly and straightened his back. The hunting wind blew up his untied official robe, and the crimson hem drew elegant arcs.

"Shen Ni," he looked down at her arrogantly. No anger could be seen, but the veins in the hand holding the reins were exposed and even the wind could not smooth them. "I will let you know that you can only survive if you rely on me."

There were dead trees lying across the road ahead, and the horse jumped across them. Shen Ni was so frightened that she hurriedly grabbed the official robes of her subordinates.

But Shen Zhaodu changed his gentle attitude, grabbed her arm and pulled it away, forced her onto the hard horse's back, loosened his grip on the reins, and pulled away the cloak that was flying in the wind.

Her naked lower body was exposed in the night, and her vagina was still pressed against by a strong penis. Shen Ni raised her hand to resist.

"Shen Zhaodu, you are crazy..."

"Your Majesty, you can push me away." Shen Zhaodu was so proud that he regarded the bumps as flat ground and held her waist with only one hand. "There are sharp rocks and dead branches everywhere here. If you fall, you will probably die." A mountain god."

Shen Ni gritted his teeth.

She had long heard that this man was vengeful and cruel, but when she thought of Shen Zhaodu's overly young face at the palace banquet, she thought it was an exaggeration.

Now it seems that these words are most suitable for him.

The hot hard iron was pushed forward little by little, and Shen Ni pinched the hand on her waist: "Shen Zhaodu, you will die in my hands sooner or later."

Being threatened by this, Shen Zhaodu only smiled sarcastically, leaned over and walked in slowly: "I would rather die on you, under your skirt."

After crossing the last tree trunk, the horse landed heavily. Shen Ni was thrown up and fell hard again. The vicious beast that originally only opened the hole took the opportunity to enter and penetrate to the end.

This time she came down quickly and fiercely, going deeper than any other time in the temple. The veined stem filled the tight corridor, seeming to stretch her in half.

"Your Majesty, you are even wetter than before." Shen Zhaodu opened the clothes covering her body and pushed his palms up from the lower abdomen to make the round swaying. When his fingers were closed, the soft white jade overflowed from the gaps between his fingers. "Don't be afraid, what's wrong with me?" Are you willing to lose your life here?"

The tight flesh was still contracting, making his throat tight and unable to move.

"Relax, doesn't it hurt if you bite so hard?"

Although Shen Zhaodu did not move, the horse ran faster and faster as if it had been stimulated. Even though the gravel under its hooves was rugged, it continued to accelerate, causing the two people on the horse to move up and down, and the places where they met collided and were worn. It makes people unable to control themselves.

The huge stigma kept rubbing against the sensitive area, and Shen Ni's exposed calves were trembling helplessly. She tried to squeeze the horse's belly but was pushed away three or four times, so she could only hold tightly to Shen Zhaodu's sleeves.

"Fear?"

Moans and sobs blew into his ears. Shen Zhaodu kneaded the swaying snow ball, watching Shen Ni sink into his constructed sea of ​​desire little by little, gently pulling herself out, and moving softly with the bumps.

"Well, don't move..."

Shen Ni grabbed his wrist to stop him, but Shen Zhaodu showed no mercy at all. He sat up in the stirrups, grabbed Shen Ni's waist on both sides with his hands, and thrust hard.

"Shen Zhaodu, don't—" The narrow corridor was scratched by his bulging outline. Shen Ni groaned in pain. There was no sound of wind in her ears, only his heavy breathing.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." He smiled freely and without fear, "If I want to support you, I must not hold the reins. Once we get out of this mountain, where do you think the horse that has lost its owner's control will go?"

The horse seemed to be trained to be extremely brave by the collision on its back, and it broke through the wind.

The bumps became more and more violent, and Shen Zhaodu was also fired up by desire. He straightened his back and watched Shen Ni being fucked by him so that he was in a state of confusion and infatuation. He was confident of winning.

"Your Majesty, you should know what to do now, right?"

The harsh thrusting was not over yet. Shen Ni clenched the sleeves in her hands, bit her lip and said, "Shameless..."

The charming moans were blown away, and Shen Zhaodu sat back on the horse, waiting for Shen Ni leisurely.

"We're almost at the fork."