Descent of the Phoenix

Deeply sucking, gently biting, and the wet tongue tipped through the sensitive ear, immediately ushered in Xuanyuan's shudder.

The white hand slid down the clothes of Xuanyuan Che, and went deep inside, touching the thick and hard chest.

Immediately exchanged for Xuanyuan Che to breathe a cold air.

"Month, don't get angry." The whole body is tight, Xuanyuan is tightly clinging to Haoyue, and his voice is hoarse and deep and full of passion.

He wants his lunar month and wants it long ago.

However, this is an open-air venue, there is nothing hidden here, and there are people like the autumn mark, which is not good for the moon, not good.

In response to him, the gentle tongue of the moon slid down and attacked his collarbone.

A deep suck, a deep red mark was immediately printed on Xuanyuan's body, accompanying the bronze skin.

Gorgeous is unimaginable.

"Damn." Xuanyuan Che took a deep breath.

The woman in her arms is the one he loves most in his life, his unmarried wife, and the person he has poured into his life.

At this time, this peerless woman is so passionate about it.

Moreover, he was able to feel her feelings very clearly, feeling her fierceness and feeling her restlessness.

He can still bear this kind of situation, he is not a person.

"Month, I love you." The four words of low husky but firmness rang in the ear, Xuanyuan Che directly turned over and pressed down the moon.

The fingers passed, the clothes were broken and flew with the wind.

The white skin immediately blooms, in the enchanting sunset orange.

Was rendered a mysterious color.

Beautiful dreams, beautiful and sobbing.

Leaning over, lips touch, skin attached.