The Eldest Princess

Chapter 82

Xuan Fusang never thought that he specially chose the bed to lie down and read in his spare time, which would be used on it one day.

As soon as Yun Cen put the girl on the bed, her hand around his neck loosened and realized that she wanted to sit up. He then pressed the weight of his body to stop her intention.

He locked her waist this time, changed to the other side, and kneaded his hand again.

Xuan Fusang subconsciously adjusted his breathing to resist the instinct that he couldn't help gasping.

It's too close.

The rhythm of her heartbeat and the rising temperature of her body were exposed under Yuncen.

She is a little rejected by the feeling that every change is controlled by others.

He stretched out his hand to Yuncen's shoulder, which was so sweaty that he couldn't push it at all.

However, under her firm refusal, he finally raised his head from her chest, but his eyes were still on the tip of the breast that was licked by him.

Caressed by him without skill, two breasts ‍ head ‍ were stimulated a little hard.

It tastes different from two balls of soft milk meat.

Yun Cen's eyes were a little dark and deep.

At this moment, Asang is no longer dressed, dignified and elegant. Her skirt was so open that she could hang on her half-exposed shoulders, and her little clothes had already fallen to her waist and lower abdomen.

The eldest princess lying in bed in this way is a beautiful scenery that he enjoys alone.

Her eyes reluctantly moved to the girl's face, and Yun Cen's hot brain was cooled by Qingming in her eyes.

But the lust under me is even more burning.

The palm of his hand was on the side of her face. He stood up slightly forward and pinched her chin with the other hand.

The sun shone in, and Xuan Fusang's whole body was almost shrouded in his shadow.

His expression was a little unclear, and only the wolf-like eyes were shining.

As he leaned over, Xuan Fusang heard the young man's ethereal voice, which was thicker than the syrup melted on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm about to, cool ‍ ejaculate ‍."

The center of the leg was slammed by the meat ‍ stick, as if it was going to be fucked through the light clothes.

Xuan Fusang's body trembled in shock, and his shaking breasts brushed Yun Cen's chest, which made both of them feel numb.

He simply glued directly, and the flexible chest and abdominal muscles constantly rubbed her soft skin. The four hard ‍ breasts ‍ heads ‍ rubbed and collided from time to time, and the comfortable feeling spread all over their bodies from the fit.

As he licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, he groaned and asked Tiantian, "Well... Asang, I think... I feel it too, right?"

Is his voice too nice, or is his posture too ambiguous? There was really a fever in her lower abdomen.

Yun Cen's hand tentatively penetrated into her lower skirt, touched her thighs, and went all the way up, clearly wanting to get close to her private part.

"What did you just say?"

Even if the tone is soft and calm, even a complete word can't be said in one breath, which still exposes Xuan Fusang's unstable breathing.

Yun Cen stopped and stared straight into her eyes.

The more gentle and indifferent she was, the more he wanted to fuck her with a real knife and gun, which made her moan and scream.

‍ desire ‍ fire ‍ The more prosperous he is, the more unwilling he is.

They all acquiesced in me being so close to you. You clearly like me, but why am I the only one who is confused?

Noting the doubts in his eyes, Xuan Fusang raised his chin, kissed him, and said with a gentle smile, "I only take off the top, but you can take off your bottom."

"Ah?" The peach blossom eyes are slightly wide open.

A slender and dexterous hand touched his waist, and Yun Cen suddenly grasped it tightly.

His restrained action was firm, but his eyes flashed with excitement. "Asang, aren't you afraid?"

The girl smiled softer and her eyes were as soft as a cloud in the sky. "I believe in Yun Cen. You said you wouldn't come in."

But aren't you really seducing me to fuck you with such a completely trustworthy and clever look?

Yun Cen's throat knot rolled, swallowed his saliva, and quickly pulled away the bondage of his waist. As soon as he was released, the thick sex organ spitting and couldn't wait to break into Xuan Fusang's vision.

A trace of surprise flashed in her heart, and it turned thicker again. She could barely hold it with one hand just now, and I guess it won't work at this moment.

He is not yet an adult. To this extent, if he really does it, in fact, Xuan Fusang is likely to be injured.

But so far, she has obviously not considered this problem.

She only noticed that Yun Cen's genitals were thick and straight, and the stick with blue veins was slightly pink, while the turtle ‍ head ‍ was bright red and attractive, and she felt mature and green.

She had the intention of testing his bottom line, and at this moment, she suddenly had a little idea of playing.

"Uh-huh - when did you take it... Ah! It's so cold!"

"This is revenge from the chess pieces."

Yun Cen was electrocuted by the flashing laughter in Xuan Fusang's eyes, and the meat ‍ stick trembled violently.

The chess pieces are cold and hard, her hands are warm and soft, and his meat is hot and hard.

The touch of the three is mixed together, constantly stimulating his reason on the verge of collapse.

"Asan! Asang--"

The more he moaned, the more she played with her hands. Rub the stick for a while, slide up and down for a while, and rub the sensitive turtle ‍ head ‍ testicles.

His hands were so abominable, but his face was still quiet and innocent.

Yun Cen couldn't stand it anymore. He gasped heavily in her ear, grabbed her thigh tightly, and his genitals hit and rubbed the center of her legs randomly.

In the closed peach blossom eyes, lust is surging, sweeping the world like a storm.

The person under him is Asang!

I really want to! I really want to tear up the clothes that get in the way and go straight in!

But...

Damn it! He can't!