The last afterglow of the setting sun is like burning up the last trace of heat. It is astonishingly beautiful in the dim night, making the turquoise water surface of the small lake burning up, and the silk ripples blown by the wind also carry fine pieces. The flames, shattered a little bit, so that the tightly blended reflections also shone brightly. The temperature gradually decreased, but the flame of the body was burning sharply, as if it was lit by the flames of the setting sun and sprayed out like boiling oil, making the kiss as intense as a volcanic eruption.

The body seemed to be rubbed into the broad chest, all the feelings were gone, only the intense stirring like the tongue that wanted to **** everything and the passion brought by the thick, warm and tight lips made Ling Qingyu She couldn't think anymore, and she seemed to have forgotten that her original purpose was just to let him go and wash. It was as if the kiss was so old that there was not even a scum left in the pancakes. Ye Po loosened her a little, and entangled a little between whether to continue or let her eat first, just as her silky eyes turned. Next, I couldn't remember anything. I pulled my shirt and threw it aside, took her hand to untie her trousers, and whispered in her mouth, "Master, everything belongs to you..."

The place he touched has expanded to the extreme, and the zippers of his trousers were faintly cracked. Ling Qingyu unknowingly retracted the dim sum, carefully suppressed the hardness a little, and released it in the oppressive groan of Ye Pao. Opened the trousers button and opened the zipper carefully.

The thick and strong purple-black friend jumped out alive.

Standing up from Ye Po, Ling Qingyu chuckled lightly under his eager but forcibly suppressed look in his eyes, and pulled him to his feet, holding his waist with one hand, and pulling his pants together with his underwear with the other. He went down, then took his hand and walked to the spring.

The spring water is not big, just a small stream of water. The spring water is surrounded by stones to form a circle, forming a small pool, and then a small opening is opened so that the water can flow into the small lake.

Although the spring water is not big, it is living water, so the small lake is also fresh water.

Carefully holding a handful of spring water from the pool, Ling Qingyu raised it in front of Ye Po. As soon as she was about to stand on tiptoe, Ye Po had already bowed her head, took a sip with her hand, and licked her gentle tongue in her palm. Once, and as his tongue licked the water clean, the little guy underneath had stood upright and stood upright underneath.

Bend down again and touched a handful of water. This time, the water was gently sprinkled on the little guy who was already struggling, and then both hands took the remaining water in his heart and held the blood. The little guy Ben Zhang, gently rubbed from top to bottom to the root.

"Master..." Ye Pao's body was tight, and the hands on her shoulders trembled slightly, and a soft voice overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Ling Qingyu tilted his head, rubbing his hands underneath, holding the two eggs that were fulfilled because they hadn't vented for a while, rubbing them and said: "Huh~?"

Knowing that she was teasing him, Ye Po still couldn't help blushing, blinked his eyes slightly, and turned back reluctantly, his eyes were like fire, and his voice trembled because of the uncontrollable excitement. He whispered softly: "Master... take the soul..."

"Well, don't have something to eat first?" Ling Qingyu said with a chuckle, pinching the root with his hand slightly, scratching his most sensitive area with his finger.

"Master..." Ye Po looked down at her, the sun had completely sunk, and a round of bright moon was imprinted in her eyes, as if she had infinite magic power.

Let him sink into this, for thousands of years, want to indulge in it...

"Master..." In the sensitive place where she was scratching the roots lightly again, Ye Po picked her up and walked quickly to the tent, pulled out a blanket from it and threw it on the ground, carefully putting her down. Kneeling on the blanket and kneeling between her legs, thick and **** lips covered the delicate cornel, and a trembling voice overflowed from the corner of her mouth and said: "Master... eat the soul... The flesh and blood... nothing left..."

With his legs wrapped around his waist, Ling Qingyu slightly forced him to turn over and waited for his obedient self to lie on the ground and let her go on top. After he ran his fingers across his lips, he smiled: "Well, If you want me to eat it, then, you have to be honest with the meat on the cutting board~"

The body was already on fire, and the bottom was already hard and painful, but Ye Pao obediently let go of her hands and propped up her legs, so that her body can rely on her own legs, and said with a small smile: "Okay. !"

Seeing him so obediently, Ling Qingyu felt a slight pain in his heart. When he ran his fingers across his broad chest and lowered his head to bite his already firm dogwood, he lifted up and did nothing foreplay. , Swallowed the thick and hard little guy directly.

"Master..." Suddenly entering the warm and tight place, Ye Po's body directly tightened, and after a cry, he held her waist to prevent her from sitting down.

"Po'er?" Ling Qingyu looked at him puzzled, his body was replaced by surprise because of the sudden pain.

Holding her and turning over again, he placed her on the blanket, Ye Po pulled out his fellow, spread her legs, buried her head, and kissed her warm and thick lips on the little mouth, and then the gentle tongue followed that slightly. The opened little mouth poked in, comforting and warming the aggrieved tunnel that had been brutally treated just now.

Two big, gentle hands covered the two meat balls, kneading them with just the right amount of strength, and underneath, that soft and gentle tongue had reached the extreme point, and gently opened up there, letting it in because of force. But the stiff land was cultivated soft and warm, and the warm spring water rippled up, and made an alluring sound of water following the sound of his affection.

"Poer..." Ling Qingyu's call was long and trembling, and his body tightened because of the stimulus. As he licked and stirred, a stronger than a burst of stimuli rushed straight into the brain reflex along the sympathetic nerves. In the district, her toes were shaking.

"Po'er...Ah...Po'er..." The body stood up at the sensitive point with the tip of the tongue, holding his head, Ling Qingyu called out.

Feeling that her body was already soft as water, and the bottom was like an open flower bud, she was fully prepared. Ye Po raised her head, hugged her waist, and slammed, making the front end of the water drop into a river. The little guy who was so hard that he could not bear it sent in.

It's like the most convoluted bumps in the world, with no gaps at all. The softness covers the hardness, and the hardness fills the softness.

Enriched to the point that there is no more emptiness.

The galaxy was shining, and the moonlight was like washing, shining on the two bodies, one white and one brown, entangled and rolled on the sandy ground, and uttered the most natural cry.