Come on! "I said in unison.

Rachel paused above me for a moment, unsure if she was disappointed with my unconventional response.

In fact, when he used to say similar things to those adventurers, experimental materials, and those who were on the brink of death, I thought to myself, if those people didn't choose one of the three actions of crying for mercy, cursing angrily, or bargaining calmly like countless predecessors, what would Rachel react to? Unfortunately, his reputation is too well-known, and almost everyone is afraid of death - the death of those they care about, their own death, or a bad death - no one has dared to brush the tiger's beard yet. I didn't have to worry about the above situation for the time being, so I decided to break the jar and throw myself to death.

Anyway, I'm not afraid of being raped by him. He can't rape me because I will be very cooperative.

That's called rape.

I bravely lay on the ceramic tiles and looked straight at Rachel, exuding a sense of righteousness as if I were a wandering poet afraid of grass. The warmth spell used in the bathroom before has not yet reached its time, but now it seems to have foresight. Rachel's cold and indulgent expression just now became dull, as if the torture expert had confessed all the answers to the prisoner as soon as he entered the door. Although he had achieved his goal, there was an indescribable sense of disappointment.

I was a little tempted to laugh again, and I did laugh out loud. Immediately, I felt a warmth in my crotch, and Xiao Haiman stood up with a carp.

When Rachel says he can do something, you'd better believe him.

My leisurely thinking froze for a moment, and a large amount of hot blood rushed towards another head under the spell effect, turning it into a hot iron rod with exposed veins. I glanced down and saw that this thing had fully entered its state, maybe I was exaggerating a bit when I was at its peak.

The key to succubus eating is fluid intake, mucosal contact, and energy flow brought by orgasm, and the effectiveness of the three increases step by step - so most of the energy I deducted yesterday was not because I didn't leave semen in Rachel, but because I didn't maintain mucosal contact to enter orgasm. Therefore, although he speaks so harshly, in the end, it cannot be accomplished with just a squeezing spell.

At least when doing so, he has to 'hold' me.

Rachel stared between my legs for a brief moment, as if lost in thought, wondering if that ferocious thing was the old buddy I had seen yesterday - you know, if a soft and lifeless piece of flesh were to switch to combat mode within a second, the contrast would be very vivid, as if the main material plane creature had been infected by otherworldly transformation.

Not good, teacher! "I shouted in pain, as if it were real." Is your spell really okay? I feel like there's something inside! If it hatches something later

My spells are nothing, nothing, questions, questions! "Rachel gritted her teeth and said, like a rational but afraid of the dark child, knowing that there are no monsters in the darkness, but still wanting to beat up the ghost storyteller. He withdrew the foot that was only on my chest, took a step back, and attempted to cross over my crotch.

Wait! "I really panicked now," Are you just sitting down like this? You can't get in

I've prepared it, isn't it greasiness? "Rachel impatiently said, lifting her robe.

There's nothing under his robe.

When my mentor was flying around in that suspended chair, I pondered whether flying so high in a robe would leave me naked. I can fill a small notebook with my thoughts on 'What's Under the Robe' (not that I dare to write it down), even though my reason knows that there may only be very boring boxer shorts there, I still enjoy it endlessly. In some dreams, I have vaguely seen something from the corners of the robe that flew up, but the wildest dreams are not as stunning as reality.

Under Rachel's black robe, there was nothing on, hollow and visible from her thighs all the way to her nipples. He lifted his robe at me, just like a queen lifting her skirt at her subjects. The effect of the greasiness technique is like the love fluid secreted after sexual activity, blending Rachel's legs with a shiny and smooth oil.

His skirt, ahh, robe, his robe quickly fell back, but the scene pierced my head like lightning, echoing in my mind like a photographic technique. I was tongue tied, my eyes straight, and I looked like a seductive courtier. Rachel knelt with her legs apart at my waist, supporting the ground with one hand and grabbing my penis with the other. He poked the thing into his hole, and I felt the soft touch, realizing that he was really prepared.

Not just the greasiness technique, Rachel has used her fingers to dilate herself in order to reduce the required time. When I was soaking in the bathtub, he was spreading his legs apart in the bedroom or even the living room, burying his fingers between his legs - I could even imagine his expression, tired, tense, and patient. It was unbelievable that it made what he was doing even more erotic. How long I washed it, he waited for me with the smoothness in his body.

I feel that my thinking ability has also been greatly affected, and I deeply agree with the term 'inability to concentrate' that Rachel previously complained about. He quickly found his position and angle, and slowly rode onto me.

This position can penetrate very deeply, but his patience in preparation is probably far from enough. It's still too tight there, so he has to go in slowly. Rachel sank down as if facing a great enemy, her Adam's apple twitched as if she had swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I really want to pull his foot and make him slip on me all at once.

He didn't slip on his feet, but it's almost there. My mentor bit his lip and pressed down, attempting to quickly eliminate any sensation. I wouldn't be so rough with him, he would be. Rachel trembled and let out a sigh. Under the physiological mechanism of the succubus, his skin quickly turned red and his gaze relaxed for a moment.

I held his waist right now.

My spell breaking attempt started preparing shortly after falling to the ground, and despite being greatly disrupted, it was at least completed at this moment, before Rachel could directly use the next spell on me. He furrowed his brow, wanting to speak or recite a spell, while I started pushing up.

I grabbed his hips with both hands, lifted him up, and then put him down. Like shaking an unfolded piece of clothing, I quickly adjusted Rachel's awkward posture before, and her genitals smoothly penetrated through the area that brought pleasure. Rachel's tight thighs suddenly softened. Just now, he was stretching his muscles and bones, but now his bones have been pulled out, and his body hasn't knelt down yet, falling forward on me.

His hands were resting on my chest, his head and small horns were pressed against my neck, and with that soft hair, he looked like a lamb throwing himself into my arms. His lips opened, but only made a "ah ah" sound, as if the shaking of his body cavity caused by the sound was unbearable for him. When I started shaking him like a horse, Rachel's fingers angrily grabbed my chest, but the mage's nails were cut round and neat, and he didn't feel any pain when picking up the person.

I feel like a cat is slapping me with a meat pad, and I really wish I could get my face closer and let him hit me a few more times.

His soft body cavity enveloped me, as if accustomed to my presence, and this time it was quickly awakened. The hot mucous membrane is like melted sugar, and thrusting into it brings huge ecstasy time and time again. I think he feels the same way. Rachel tried to fix herself on me, with a broken nasal sound overflowing with every thrust I made. He no longer intends to speak up and tacitly approves of what I am doing at this moment.

But I am not willing to be lonely, and I tried my best to tease him to talk. I like the way he tries to break free from the fog of pleasure and hear me clearly. I like the way he has to look at me and realize that what is happening now is not a meal that one person can complete, but a duet dance that requires my participation. Do I make you feel comfortable? "I repeated the old tune, exhaling heat into his ear." Do you like it

I don't like it, "Rachel gritted her teeth and shook her head vigorously, emphasizing," this strange feeling of both mental and physical tension becoming uncontrollable doesn't fit the definition of comfort at all

What do you feel? "I said," Tell me

Even though he sensed the fanaticism in my tone, he didn't react much. Rachel struggled to prop up her body in pleasure, blinking incessantly in an attempt to gather her mind that had been messed up by the roof.

"Pain, numbness..." He tried hard to think, like recording the storm data in the storm, "it seems, like falling, my whole body's senses, temperature, perception... have all fallen to the place you meet, but..."

Rachel's tongue knotted for a moment, her brow furrowed deeper, and she tried her best to speak clearly, "But it feels like... floating? It's like weightlessness, feather drop technique

I have never heard such bland and simple yet provocative vulgar language since I was so old.

I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp because of Rachel's innocent and lascivious words, his confused expression, and his damp and hot body cavity. I said firmly, 'This is comfort.'

I'm not feeling well. "He looked up at me, his tongue trembling and he could only jump out word by word." It's uncomfortable

But that is a face of longing and dissatisfaction.

I once again felt the thread in my head being tightly stretched, and Rachel's fingers were still moving back and forth, as if she was dissatisfied without breaking my rationality. I suddenly turned over, placed my palm behind his head, threw him to the ground, and suddenly accelerated my speed.

Rachel's neck involuntarily tilted back, and I tasted his exposed throat without hesitation. He sobbed and wanted to curl up, so I went to kiss his horns and ears. This is comfort, "I said to him word by word, my voice unusually gentle amidst the immense excitement, as if he had taught me in the past.

This is' pleasure ', "I patiently repeated, time and time again," and you like it