Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Yanji has a particularly good smell on her body.

It is his unique taste to remove the "expensive" scent of submerged water that is hard to buy, remove the scent of soap beans, and remove the moist and fresh water vapor.

Emanating from the skin, it was hot, as if it was still throbbing with blood...

his indescribable taste.

Zi Ning leaned over, his half-dry hair fell and swept over him. The muscles in his lower abdomen twitched, and his gasping was quicker.

She was a little dizzy, pressing her hand on the spot where his hair was wet, but she didn't feel the coldness.

The raindrops hit the window, like a drum that kept beating.

Zi Ning's movements were very slow, contrary to the frequency of the drum beat.

Yanji held his breath.

She was smelling him, breathing between his chest and abdomen, getting hot near him, cold far away, from bottom to top, and now to his neck.

Her hair fell on his face, he opened his mouth to hold a strand and sucked, and tasted the residual water stains in the half-dry strands, cold and moist.

Quench your thirst slightly.

She got closer and dropped a kiss on the side of his neck.

Soft, warm, incinerate him.

She grabbed the side of his neck and sucked, and her wet tongue came out to lick, her body lowered and lower, her breasts pressed against him. The nipple that stood up automatically was a little stiff, and was pressed into the soft breast by his muscles.

Yan Ji moved, his sexual organs swelled and pained, he bent a leg and clenched his hands into fists.

Want to press down to kiss her mouth, kiss her breast milk, suck those two pink nipples.

Just imagine that she was taking the initiative, not being forced to play with him... What she would do next made him crazy with curiosity.

Zi Ning raised his legs across his waist, spread his knees and knelt on both sides of his waist, supporting him above him.

With long hair falling down, Yan Ji looked up and saw her face. Her face was flushed, the water in her eyes almost flowed out, and her eyelashes kept trembling.

She seemed a little shy, and she never clung to him directly. Yanji could feel her temperature close at hand, her erect sexual organs were too high, and her glans could almost imagine the touch of her skin, so she bounced eagerly.

He couldn't help whispering: "Lower..."

Zi Ning looked down at him, she was licking her lips unconsciously, as if she was looking at where she continued to taste.

Yan Ji gasped and asked: "...close to me."

She moved, bit her lip, and gently sat on his lower abdomen.

The tender part fell on his abdominal muscles, his abdominal muscles became hard, his hips were very excited, and he almost groaned.

Her petals were squashed by her weight, and both of them clung to his belly, as if the small mouth below gave him an obscene kiss. More importantly, it was wet and slippery, covered with honey.

She is already wet.

Zi Ning was too ashamed to speak, but his abdominal muscles moved, sliding with petals and nuclei, and the strange pleasure made her pant quickly and flushed with blood.