Doomsday Ecstasy Cave - Chapter 256
[167 Something (2 / 2)]
No matter how frightened Chu Youning was, she couldn’t control the pleasure in her T. With the passing of a strong electric current, Chu Youning knew that she was going to ga0cHa0, but just as she was about to reach the peak, the coffin under her body suddenly There was a noise.
Chu Youning suddenly opened his eyes, “There’s… there’s something in here!”
Shen Haonan didn’t hear her at all, and he was coming too. He was moving desperately with his eyes closed. The coffin, which was shaking regularly, suddenly became irregular. The place swayed.
A burst of extreme pleasure surged from xia0x, Chu Youning froze suddenly, and at this moment she couldn’t care about the strange voices under her body.
It’s pitch black here, and you can’t feel the passage of time at all. Chu Youning doesn’t know how long Shen Haonan has been gagging. Anyway, time and time again, young people always have the power to vent.
Chu Youning thought her T strength was good, after all, she could fight three hundred rounds with various men, but in the end she couldn’t even lift her arms.
At this moment, she was absolutely sure that there was something in the coffin, it was still moving, Chu Youning heard the sound of wood shattering, but maybe the stone coffin outside was too thick, or the iron chain was too tight, no matter what was inside anyway The tossing did not shake the coffin in the slightest.
But no matter what, listening to the voice inside the coffin, Chu Youning’s fear was always high, but she was T-sensitive, and Shen Haonan was endless. When q1NgyU came up, she became immersed in x1nyU without caring about anything. , When q1NgyU retreated a little and returned to her senses, she became afraid again, and even thought about what kind of self-protection she would become if this thing came out.
She should have wrapped herself around the top of the chain, lest the coffin fall into the cliff and she would follow.
What’s the matter…
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