Forgive me, Your Majesty

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She was on the tip of that wave when suddenly, the person on top of her body pressed down and didn’t move.
Hua Yi’s face was mesmerized by the red tide, pounding the bed and saying, “Don’t! You bad man!”
Early not fainted, late not fainted, but she is soulful when fainted, fire like passion so that Hua Yi can not extricate themselves, she effortlessly pushed away from him, see that thing is still standing, as if obsessed with the same, actually forget the business, and cross sit up, alone to enjoy the joy.
But Teng Feng Yuan fainted, that thing not much will also soft down, Hua Yi is not yet satisfied, love this thing is like a kind of poison, slowly make her addicted, her eyes confused lying on her side beside him comfortably rubbing, caressing his body, firm chest muscles, tight abs, recalling the feelings he brought her, between the legs and a burst of contraction, is still wet, she closed her eyes, gently caressing her own body, she can’t help but moan lowly. She couldn’t help but moan lowly, and her fingers couldn’t help but reach between her legs.
Hey, in the end, it is still not as comfortable as Teng Feng Yuan gave her.
When the passion passes, Hua Yi is no longer greedy, crosses into the water basin to clean her body, puts on her clothes and touches Teng Fengyuan’s firm waist and abdominal muscles, “Your Holiness, you’ve done a really good job in this area, however, I have to go.”
That day when she met Qiu Xinghe, Hua Yi asked him for some more medicine and applied it to her chest after bathing, successfully putting Teng Feng Yuan down. She put on her clothes, collected her money bag and silver tickets worth of jewelry, and packed a few clothes, Hua Yi hugged her small bag and quietly left the inn, disappearing into the night.

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