Chapter 302 (1/2)

He was just wondering where to start.

Well, please don't get me wrong. This is definitely not what you think.

But wasted in thinking about how to ask the whereabouts of the Buddha wooden fish without trace.

It is the Yanhong girl who doesn't know the Buddha wooden fish, but she should also know the specific location and strength of Hehuan valley.

With such an idea, idleness is naturally the upper and lower hands. Using the magic hand recorded in the happy heart magic Zen Sutra, he stroked the bright red, full and elastic body.

Stimulation, of course, is to pick those parts that are easy to confuse purples. It's not easy for children here, so I won't elaborate. If you have to imagine, well, it's more provocative than drinking flower wine.

Well, the plot here can be mended through the island's love action film.

Generally speaking, after a moment, Yanhong had breathed heavily, her body was suffused with an attractive blush, and her chest fluctuated violently.

A pair of eyes, charming as water, hands and legs, more like octopus, are wrapped around the wasted body.

This scene is really too ambiguous. It's so ambiguous that it's a little bleeding.

As a disciple of Hehuan Valley, Yanhong is proficient in seduction and bewitchment. She is quite familiar with things between beds.

Moreover, because of the cultivation of skills, it is quite love and obsession.

It can be said that except for the days of a month, she is happy with all men.

And for a long time under such a romantic occasion, so it has been soaked for a long time.

Most importantly, this time, she was really infatuated and captured by waste.

Originally, idleness was not to tease her. She was going to push back.

At the moment, the magic hand was unreal. Under some teasing, she had long been blurred.

There is only one thought in my mind, that is to push down the waste and make a cloud and rain.

So she twisted her waist, turned directly, and pushed back the waste.

Such as the soft and arrogant body of a snake, with the hot heat, dawdling on the wasted body.

Although it is a waste of time, with the help of happy heart demon Zen Sutra, the reaction is particularly intense at the moment.

A soft boneless hand, I don't know when, has touched that place.

”Hiss...”

It was Yanhong who had been on the battlefield for a long time. At this touch, she couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning, but in the twinkling of an eye, she smiled happily and excitedly, and said with a bewitching sigh: ”how big!”

”Cough...”

In this case, it's really an unspeakable temptation to be caught in that place with one hand and say it in such a hot tone.

More mixed with a touch of unspeakable impulse, let the wasted body suddenly heat up.

It seems to be reflected with Yanhong's hot body, like dry firewood and fire.

And the spark, obviously between the two, has made a sound.

Be a beast?

Or animals?

This is a dilemma.

However, in the end, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. The feeling of sharp pain cleared his mind a lot.

Cold sweat ran out of his back in an instant.

He suddenly woke up. It turned out that inadvertently, the passionate purples had expedited his art of seduction to the peak.

Of course, the birth of this time was not intentional, but unconscious.

Therefore, such urging is the most natural and terrible.

So that let the waste also unconsciously, the Tao.