The night was quiet, the moonlight was bright, and the soft big bed was deep in it. The slender body of the young man leaned against the bed, and a petite body sat across in front of him.

    Crestel raised his head, and the girl sitting on him held his shoulder and buried it in his neck, eager and eager to ask him for it.

    The same pleasure flowing like a crisp and torrent made Krister''s ears red. His hands hung weakly on the bed, and he didn''t even have the strength to push and fight.

    Halfway through the meal, Shen Wanqing was almost full. She began to inhale gently and slowly.

    But for crestel, it''s more grinding. Just like a kitten, if there is no light tickling, it will tickle people''s hearts.

    Crestel couldn''t help but raise his hand and push Shen Wanqing''s shoulder, with a low voice, "enough... Enough..."

    "It''s not enough. Take a few more breaths. I''ll kiss you later. It doesn''t hurt ~" Shen Wanqing hugged Krister''s shoulder. She licked her tusks and coaxed them gently.

    Then Shen Wanqing stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the two small holes in each other''s neck, licking away the residual blood around him.

    Crestel''s body trembled, his holy and calm face flushed, his eyebrows frowned gently, and his petal like lips opened and gasped low.

    Just when corester thought it was over, the tip of the girl''s tongue suddenly slipped over her shoulder line and slowly crossed his clavicle.

    The action is casual, as if it is unconscious.

    Crestel''s body stiffened, and the shoulder line seemed to connect to the root of his ear, causing a burst of numbness.

    He nibbled on Fei''s thin and moist crimson lips, his light eyes half narrowed and dense, pure and provocative, his open snow-white collar was extremely sexy, and people couldn''t help thinking evil, trying to pull the gods of the altar down to the world, and the world of mortals rolled.

    With the tip of her tongue, she looked at the silent and obedient Pope and took an inch on each other''s exquisite clavicle.

    Looking at the healed wound, Shen Wanqing licked his lips and released him with satisfaction.

    She sat on corester''s waist, close and dutiful. After eating, she pulled up the collar for each other and covered the snow white.

    Crestel calmed down slowly. He looked at the girl quietly with low eyes and pulled the collar for her.

    When the other party pulled up his collar, Krister slightly sipped his pale lips and was about to open his lips, but the girl in front of him was suddenly surprised, frowned and said, "did I just drink too much? Look at you, my lips are white. Let Werner get you some blood tonic dishes to eat and make a good tonic tomorrow."

    She frowned at him, Fei Mou was distressed and blamed herself.

    Crestel pursed his lips slightly, and his voice remained dumb. "... I''m fine. Just slow down."

    Interrupted by Shen Wanqing, Krister almost forgot that the girl just hugged him on the shoulder and licked his collarbone.

    The clavicle was vaguely moist and warm, and Krister gently sipped his lip, "why did you just..."

    "Oh... So sleepy, crown, are you still sleeping?" before Krister finished his words, the girl in front of him suddenly stretched out and asked him lazily.

    Hearing the speech, Krister was stunned.

    The girl who had been sitting on his waist turned over and lay beside him, whizzing like a flexible salted fish into the soft quilt.