Doomsday Ecstasy Cave - Chapter 670
[412 Juice Y (Bai Luo) (1 / 2)]
Chu Youxian, who had tried his best to touch the two, suddenly stopped. He stood in front of Chu Youning in a daze, watching her being held by the vines from a close distance.
This is… his sister, the one he has thought about for so many years… Chu Youxian’s eyes are getting redder and his hands are shaking.
Unlike the last time I watched Gu Nan play with Chu Youning in the live broadcast room, this time…it was too close, as if he could touch her SHIlInlIN’s xia0x as long as he stretched out his hand, as if he could get out that Si’s xia0x if he wanted to. Vine, put his ROuBanG into his sister’s body.
Bai Luo sneered and glanced at Chu Youxian, then lowered his head and put his head in Chu Youning’s ear and panted, “Look… your brother is y… He looks at you being slapped by vines’ Y1NgdAng…”
Originally The body T, which was getting softer and softer by the vines, froze again after hearing Bailuo’s words, and it became difficult for the tight vines to enter and exit. The scalp of x1’s white network is numb.
Unlike the soothing Bailuo, Chu Youning seems to be in between heaven and hell. No matter how strong the excitement between the chrysanthemums can’t satisfy the neglected xia0x, she really wants to have something to fill it…
“Well .
“…” Chu Youning grunted unbearably, there was a hint of grievance in her voice, a little longing, and Bai Luo naturally heard it, but…he doesn’t want to satisfy her now.
As the vines between the chrysanthemums became harder and faster, Bailuo snorted, “Ugh…”
Then Chu Youning clearly felt a cool YeTsHEj1N in her intestines Deep down…
As the YeTS of the vines came out one after another, Bailuo’s arms holding Chu Youning became tighter and tighter.
Is this… the end?
Chu Youning was a little stunned, but just when she didn’t know why, Bailuo turned over and pressed her down. Because Chu Youning was half-sitting on the rattan chair, Juxu and the vines were pressed down. Under the body.
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