Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The coffin was filled with a gloomy aura, men's pale, long hands swimming on young girls.

Unlike those burgeoning, full, yet soft and greasy, rubbing them in his palms, Auguste's nose grew thicker and his thin, slightly cooler lips gasped for kisses.

The white cheeks of the shrub showed faint redness and there was no room for resistance in the face of a request that a man could not refuse.

When vampires are in this position, they are accustomed to sucking blood on one side in order to reach their peak mass extinction.

But the body of a human teenager was weak, with a white neck under her eyes, and Auguste even remembered the irresistible taste of sweetness.

But he just thought for a second and looked away.

Auguste didn't want the teenage girl to suddenly faint halfway through this.

His lips went all the way down, leaving an obscure mark everywhere. As if it were marking something, a thick gesture of possession.

The white breath of the shenzhen tree fluttered, realizing that I could not escape, and I was too lazy to struggle, so I lay there sipping and breathing.

Seeing that the girl's tight body relaxed, Auguste stopped restraining herself and kissed her cheeks, her eyebrows, with a low and dull voice, "You are sweeter than your blood. ”

Cheap and good, Shen Woo rolled his eyes and gasped slightly, "Not in the coffin, okay? ”

It's fine if you sleep, it's still in the fucking coffin.

Augustus smiled slightly, “Okay. ”

Hold the girl to the bed and the man's graceful eyebrows slightly drop, stretching out his long, pale fingers to remove the last obstacle to her body.

This is when Shen Wood White Rolls up the sheets and intends to sneak out.

Just kidding. That thing, she's not running, she's waiting to die.

As if it had been anticipated that the young girl would do so, Augustus did not reveal any other divine colour on his face, and the movement on his hands was still not slow.

I didn't hear the movement behind me, Shen Mu was delighted, but the hand that was just about to open the door didn't have time to move, and the whole person was pressed on top.

The open point gap was quickly closed, making a slightly less severe noise.

Slightly cold lips covered her soft earlobes and Auguste's two pale slender hands strapped her in place.

His ears were bitten lightly, and his body trembled when Shim Wood White Deng.

The man did not intend to let her go, spreading all the way down, lowering his head slightly as he attacked behind him, kissing her neck.

Violent with unspeakable Y wang.

Shenmu White's elbows were stuck on the door, and he felt his legs lifted slightly. He couldn't help but whisper a prayer, "Auguste, don't do this. ”

“Tell me, what are you looking for?” Men don't slow down, they used to have an elegant voice that smelled like love y.

At the same time, he stood up slightly and buried his whole exaltation.

His response was the teenage girl's finely shattered grunt and her body about to slide off.

The scarlet under Auguste's eyes grew thicker and thicker, reaching out a hand to hold each other steadily, the noble and elegant man moved, not slowly, but more fierce and direct than once.

Then repeat the previous sentence with great patience.

The white eyes of the sunken wood were wet, the corners of the eyes could not suppress the tears, and the difficult reply was, “Find... painting..."