(Quick Wear) The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrown The Male Protagonist

Chapter 91 - 95

My love is more real than the country (91) Micro H

"Your Majesty, do you know that every time I hear you call me like this, I feel..." At a loss

Thinking of the identity and blood relationship between herself and Zhou Min, Yan Sui's mood towards Zhou Min became more and more complicated, but the actions in her hands became more and more unrupulous.

Zhou Min was puzzled by Yan Sui's unfinished words, but Yan Sui suddenly gnawed on the side of her neck and the action of her hand into her underwear interrupted her thinking.

Yan Sui kneaded the two plumps in her belly pocket fiercely, and from time to time pressed the top of the red plums with her thumb through her belly pocket.

"Well..." The out-of-control power made Zhou Min keenly aware of the depression in his mood at this time, but Zhou Min's physical sensitivity seemed to be on fire in his deliberate and powerful teasing.

Yan Sui pulled away Zhou Min's robe and let her hang it loosely on her body. She sat up from the side and sat on his  lap. His  whole face was buried in the red belly pocket, feeling the smoothness of the silk and the bulge on the belly pocket. The tall nose arched in the belly pocket, sucking deeply the faint body fragrance of Zhou Min's body.

The tip of the nose occasionally rubbed the red plum under the belly pocket, causing the soft and delicate body to tremble slightly.

"Hehe..." Yan Sui smiled, opened his mouth and held the raised red plum with her belly pocket. The tip of his tongue swirled around it on her belly pocket and gnawed it with his teeth. The other slender finger got into the belly pocket from the waist, pinched the other one without hindrance, and twisted it lightly.

"Well..." Zhou Min's body was soft and weak under the teasing of Yan Sui, and she could only let the pleasure come one after another. The hot and stiff thing under her buttocks made her heart tremble even more.

"Do you want it?" Yan Sui opened her legs slightly, and even Zhou Min's legs were also slightly open.

"It's wet, Your Majesty!" Yan Sui whispered in Zhou Min's ear and put her hand into Zhou Min's trousers.

The middle finger hooked the smooth and tender slit and inserted her tight flower path along the flowing flower juice.

"Well!" The sudden entry made her slightly stiff. The little hole that had just been treated fiercely last night was still a little painful, but at this time, she was excited again because the invading fingers were tightly attached to the hole again.

"I worked so hard last night. Why is it still so tight!" Yan Sui began to slowly pump hrilh sfingers. His thin lips contained the red plums under the belly pocket, and the tip of her tongue flexibly licked on the raised dots on the belly pocket. The belly pocket held by Yan Sui was already wet, but it could not stop him from sucking Zhu Guo through the belly pocket.

Under the gentle teasing of Yan Sui, Zhou Min's reason became more and more drifting. While her body gradually relaxed, the flower juice gurged out, wet his hands, and made his trousers wet.

"Um... Well... Asui... Don't... Don't be here..." The lower abdomen is like a fire, and the pleasure is rampant.

Yan Sui made her really comfortable and sad. She couldn't help but yearn for stronger satisfaction, but sporadic reason reminded her that they were in the refugee camp at this time, a tent that could be rushed into at any time.

Pleasure and rational tug-of-war, and Zhou Min's heart is full of water and fire. Every time Yan Sui's fingers simulate a meat stick is quickly inserted, Zhou Min has a stronger need, and Yan Sui needs to be more powerful or even savagely occupied. But reason is pulling her again.