Chapter 22:

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After Xu Zizhen felt the moist, he slowly put his finger into her body, and was immediately hugged by her flesh, so tight that he could not help but drew a breath. She do it so many times, but it always feel like a first time.

In her cave, his fingers were quickly plucked and inserted, and she was afraid of making a sound. So she opened her mouths to bite her index fingers, but she could not bear to hum. Her apricot eyes were mistily stained with a light spring color.

Xu Zizhen tied her waist firmly with his left hand, and his right hand fingers twitched in her flower hole. From time to time, he pressed the hard little core and rubbed it. He felt the trembling and moaning of the people in his arms.

When he pulled out his fingers, his three fingers slowly opened, and An Ran watched with her own eyes the stretch and disconnection of silver wire. His beautiful hand was covered with her crystal clear flower liquid, she feel so embarrased.

However, when she saw him holding his fingers to his lips and stretching out his tongue to lick it, it was clear that she should feel dirty, but the flower liquid under her was gushing and overflowing.

"Your Majesty, do you want to taste yourself?" Xu Zizhen's eyes narrowed slightly and he was extremely charming.

She quickly shook her head like a rattle: "No." Her face was buried on his shoulder again.

Xu Zizhen chuckled, propped up her body and separated her tiny legs. Then he left the dress aside, pulled down his pants, raised her waist against manhood, and pressed it with a little effort.

With a bared voice, the buried dragon quickly drilled into the path and continued to explore to the deepest point. The familiar tight package, like the second layer of skin, made his jaw tighten and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

This posture goes deep, An Ran have some discomfort.

Knowing that she was not as unbearable as before, Xu Zizhen didn't care and begin to pumping her. The girl was tossed up and down, and his right hand went into her lap and kneaded her two buns.

"Hum ...Ah... " An Ran's legs are shaking. She don't know if she should wrap them around him or not.She still hang them. She try not to make a sound with her small hand over her mouth, but she still can't control them.

Hum. Her softest place was pulled and inserted by the thick and stiff manhood. It was swollen and painful, but it was so crispy and numb that it almost made her soft into a pool of water.

His manhood are ferociously bulging up. As the man, he constantly sends it to her flower wall, it makes her tremble and her flower hole tighten.

Xu Zizhen was almost shot out in advance by her, holding a small nipple in his big hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "relax, or you will only feel worse later."

An Ran didn't know how hard he said it. Now she was very sad, and she whimpered for mercy: "Zizhen, don't do this."

The man picked up his eyebrow and squeezed his hand hard: "why not, so you can swallow all my manhoods and fill your hungry mouth."

Her nipple was pinched so much that it hurt. She took a breath and her flower hole were even tighter.

Xu Zizhen was caught by her, and quickly ran from the tailbone to the scalp: "Your Majesty asked for it now. Don't ask for mercy later."

The girl hears the words, in her heart, she hurriedly tries to relax, but the man don't easily let her go.

He directly hugged her and walked away. Under the cover of his clothes, no one could see the huge hot sexual organ twitching slowly in the small tender hole, along with the man's walking or drawing out, or in-depth.

An Ran is very uncomfortable, such a pumping is very slow, but very provocative, while walking, her flower liquid flows happily, and the desire of body and mind is seduced to the extreme.

It was not until she was placed on the table that Xu Zizhen began to show off his ferocity. He began to move his waist so forcefully that he could not hang his pants and fall down.

Fast and powerful rhythm, again and again, into a safe sob, his hand explore her some messy lapel, rubbing it, that has been ignored for a long time.

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