Full of honey

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date="2020-10-16"

title="Full of honey"

weight="96702"

series = ["Full of Nectar"]

mode = "manual"

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Full of honey: milk small sugar

Yao Yao glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Regardless of whether he has the certificate or not, as long as I can be with him, I feel

Have a great time. "

Of course, she will be happier if she can successfully obtain the certificate and make her become a fairy.

After listening to her, Ruan Qing lowered her head and closed her eyes, and fell into deep thought.

According to her, the two of them should have not received the certificate.

According to Yao Yao's original shape, she is indeed a little demon.

And the time she appeared was a coincidence. It happened in the heavenly realm that "one person (demon) gains the Tao, the whole family

The new rules of "Ascension to heaven" are about to expire.

She was ninety percent sure that she was looking for Fu Yuan just to become an immortal.

"It seems that you really like the professor. How about the professor? He should like you too?"

"Of course!" Speaking of this, Yao Yao was quite proud.

In any case, Fu Yuan is the most beautiful man in the Six Realms, even if the person who chased him, from the heavens

It has been lined up to the underworld, but in the end it was not just taken by her.

Ruan Qing smiled deeper when she heard Yao Yao's vowed tone.

I don’t know if it’s Yao Yao’s illusion. She always thinks that her smile is rather sly, like ridicule and disdain.

It's the secret joy of the trick.

"Then Professor Fu has to hurry up and marry you in, otherwise, a cute girl like you

It's easy to be snatched away by others. Ruan Qing said something unclear.

Just in time, the waiter brought the coffee and milk ordered by the two to the table.

Yao Yao took a sip of milk and said slowly: "That's natural. In any case, he will marry me."

Yao Yao told Fu Yuan about the fact that he had met Ruan Qing.

Fu Yuan heard it, but he nodded slightly, showing nothing.

At night, Fu Yuan returned to the master bedroom after finishing the courseware in the study.

Yao Yao seemed to be asleep, leaving only a dim bedside lamp, still faintly lit.

3w points point us

He tiptoed to the bed, before lying down, a pair of lotus arms wrapped around his waist.

He looked down at her with the dim light cord.

She slept soundly, her cheeks fainted with unnatural redness.

She seems to be very hot, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, the beads of sweat condensed, flowing down her neck into the narrow cleavage

in.

"Meow" she uttered an uncomfortable mutter, "It's hot"

In her dream, she was in the midst of continuous fire and was besieged by the raging fire.

A big cool palm suddenly covered her forehead.

She rubbed it affectionately, and yelled softly, especially cute and lovely.

"It's the estrus period?"

Drowsy, she heard someone talking.

The person's voice is deep and mellow, and her voice is soft and indulgent, which makes her listen very much.

Unfortunately, her brain couldn't tell what the man said.

All she knows is that it's so hot, hot, tender body, and can't help but stick to his cool body.

She hugged him tightly, her full and soft breast, pressed against his chest, until it was deformed.

Fu Yuan took a deep breath and set up a small tent next to the bottom of her thigh.

Yao Yao opened his eyes in a daze, and the dim and unknown light outlined his beautiful silhouette.

She rolled over and pressed against him, spread her legs apart, and rode on his lean belly.

"Husband" she acted coquettishly at him, her voice was soft and sweet, "want"

As she said, her little butt twirled familiarly, rubbing the big pillar of meat in his crotch through his pajamas.

"Yeah" he let out a rough gasp uncontrollably, and his fleshy stalk swelled even more.

She only wore a thin silk suspender nightdress, and the burgundy short nightdress could only cover her tender buttocks.

At this time, the skirt was rolled up to the position of the pelvis due to her movements, revealing a pair of long white and greasy legs.

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ps: The last meal before the abuse? (?^o^?)?