Descent of the Phoenix

The low and hoarseness of the silk makes people feel trembled.

Stepping out, Xuanyuan Che walked toward Haoyue.

He was not naked for the first time in front of her.

I remember a few years ago, he caught his little king while he was bathing.

"I like it quite a bit." The eyebrows are rising, and the moon is not shy, so quite a simple smile on Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan Che heard the smile of the mouth more and more deep.

He just likes his little Wang Hao so direct, likes to like it, does not like it or not like it, twisting and pinching is not his little king style.

Stepping through the river, stepping forward, the body of the water-covered body is more and more exposed to the eyes of Haoyue.

Eyes, deep squatting, the body is jumping.

When she faced Xuanyuan Chess a few years ago, she still had no feeling at all, not a physical problem, but a heart problem.

Today, today, there is a bit of a temptation to stand up.

The eyebrows are deep, and the moon is not welcome. Xuanyuan Che is only close, and when he reaches out, he kisses Yin Hong and brings in the lips of endless charm.

The low smile came out from the sticky lips, and Xuanyuan was bent.

Reaching out, Xuanyuan Che buckled the back of Haoyue and deepened this kiss.

The breeze blew, bringing a little bit of water vapor from the river, and the fog was flying. Under the silver moonlight, the beauty was like a dream.

The lips and teeth meet, the fire is dry, and the taste gradually changes.

The repressed breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and the whole body is tight.

One leaned over and pressed the moon on the big stone, and Xuanyuan pulled away the open placket and kissed it.

Deeply, branding a love is branded on the body of Haoyue.