C63 sword finger throat

It was as if Xie Rushuang was a completely different person. She was infatuated with him and kept rubbing against her body, her face completely red.

Following the entanglement of the two tongues once again, waves after wave of pleasure continued to corrode Jian Dong's young soul. His arms also began to exert force, as if he wanted to merge the woman in his arms into his body