Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The robe is complicated and the laces are untied without revealing the skin.

The Demon King paused at this moment.

And he looked down at the girl, and he said, "Lily, you know what I'm doing now, right? ”

A Zhaowang watched him not speak.

Her sky blue eyes have darkened, and the wave of emotions slowly rises in the fountain of eternal clarity.

She stretched out her fair arms and put them on the neck of the Demon King, pressing slightly, and the bodies of the two joined together tightly.

“Do you want me to do this by myself?” She bit him in the ear and laughed.

The Demon King suddenly pressed his arms against her waist.

Aware of her intentions, A Zhaolian shouted: "Be gentle, I love this dress...”

“Spike! ”

The voice was not set, and the clear crackling sounded in the quiet hall, accompanied by the low voice of the Demon King: “No problem, just do it again. ”

Zhao: “...”

She couldn't help but be angry because there was something more important to be done.

Her entire front was torn open and her fair skin was exposed to the air.

The temperatures of the Demon Palace are always kept at the most suitable temperature, but at this moment, in the face of the demon king's scorching stare, Azhao only felt that the large part of his skin seemed to be burned to the brink of fire, and his subconscious hands raised to cover up.

Her hand was held.

“Don't cover it. ”

“Beautiful. ”

The Demon King bows down and tastes this delicious body every inch of the way, from the long neck to the fine clavicle, and down, the trembling secret fruit that never lets go of its belly button.

Zhao has been burned by this sweet torture and is about to cry.

“Don't... don't...” she muttered.

“What don't you want?” The man once again covered her lips, laughing low.

With a cool lower body, the last occlusion has disappeared.

The touch on the skin was too beautiful. Zhao couldn't help lifting his body, trying to get closer to him and closer.

Her body rubbed him unconsciously, but she didn't notice that the man's eyes grew darker and darker.

“I... ooh, it hurts...” Zhao climbed his neck and mumbled like a jerk.

“Where's the pain?” The Demon King's hands swimmed over her not slowly, and the evil eye asked.

What does that tell her?

Ah Zhao bite him with hatred.

Clearly his body was already as hard as iron, and he was still deliberately holding on.

Zhao's eyeballs turned and he quietly lifted a leg and rubbed it...

The Demon King's face is heavy.

And he's not really a man anymore.

Looking at him, Azhao looked like a leprechaun who had succeeded in his trick. The food made him laugh.

But soon she couldn't laugh.

“You, get out!” She hurts so white.

What, how could there be such a horrible weapon?

Are all demons demons?

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“A Zhao... A Zhao...”

By the time she was finally not so upset and began to reappear, he knew that the girl had accepted herself.

He bowed his head, covered the warm lips, blocked her throat-breaking shouts, and sank with her into the abyss of Yuwang.