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

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In the mirror, Shen Ni broke away from the hand on her thigh and stepped tremblingly on the soft carpet.

She leaned back against Shen Zhaodu's chest and turned her head to his earlobe to blow softly: "Of course he has penetrated me like this. There are many secret play pictures collected from all over the palace."

The arm around her shoulders and chest suddenly tightened. Shen Ni was not in a hurry, raised her jade arm and stroked the sweat on his temples: "Xiao Ling is also a man. What you want to do to me, he will also think about it, and even better do it. .”

Seeing that his jaw was clenching tighter and tighter, Shen Ni withdrew her hand and looked at the mirror. The plump and round breasts on her chest were grasped until they were shapeless, making her narrow waist become even more slender, and even the small navel on her lower abdomen. The son is also particularly pitiful.

"Shen Zhaodu..." She crossed her slender legs, clamped the cock that was still in her hole, and slightly swung her plump buttocks to lure him closer to the trap, "Do you want to see those secret pictures with me? ?」

A low gasp swept across her collarbone, and Shen Zhaodu bit her shoulder again, like a wild beast breaking out of its cage, hitting her heart savagely and quickly.

The discipline of Prince Jing's army was strict. Not to mention the military prostitutes, they were not allowed to step into the fireworks alley as long as they were wearing armor. Usually when necessary, they secretly took out a few erotic pictures and passed them around.

Shen Zhaodu didn't know these things existed at first, but he got up at night and broke through a group of people gathered together. He quietly poked his head over and took a look. He was so embarrassed that even his dark arms turned a bright color.

Others immediately made fun of him, saying that he was worthy of being a monk. Even looking at erotic pictures, he could turn red as red as salted egg yolk. utāxs.o (futaxs)

He came from a lower class background and had a high self-esteem. He couldn't bear to be laughed at by others. He immediately used brute force to snatch the picture away and angrily ran outside the tent to tear it up.

On a moonlit night, the bright moonlight shone on the tattered paper. The portrait was so rough that the face could not be seen. A man in shorts lay on top of a naked woman, holding the thing between his legs and inserting it. Udo.

He was so ashamed that he tore up the picture and hurriedly went to the latrine and went back to the tent to lie down.

That night he dreamed of Shen Ni.

In the dream, she gently untied Luo Shang, took his hand and fell on the soft bed.

He imitated that picture and pressed Shen Ni under him, grabbed her waist and attacked her violently. He was reckless and young, but luckily it was in a dream, otherwise how could Shen Ni bear it.

The moment the turbid liquid ejaculated, he suddenly woke up, his crotch was wet.

Instead of Shen Ni's wheezing and moaning, what was heard in his ears was the earth-shattering sound of snoring.

He was sixteen that year and had not yet met Shen Ni again. He only regarded her as a playmate who had betrayed him. Those possessive feelings were only for revenge, not for love.

But starting from that dream, he realized that he was wrong.

It turned out that he had long had the intention of defilement and the intention of plundering in his heart.

The huge thing under his crotch was sucked and rubbed until it was ready to move. Shen Zhaodu took a deep breath to calm down, bent down and directly picked up Shen Ni horizontally, and walked directly to the Qiangong bed outside.