The scumbag punisher

Li Mingming woke up and found that he had become a male favorite.

After all kinds of uneasiness and vague excitement (?), finally ushered in the visit of the leader.

So Li Mingming didn't know what he was expecting.

Does he really want to have sex with others so much?

of course.

Alluring night.

Li Mingming was lying on his side on the bed, squinting lazily.

It doesn't look like being caught, he is clearly an uncle.

The candlelight was dim.

The jade-colored skin can be seen faintly on the crimson thin shirt, and the beauty's fair fingertips are picking at the candlelight.

The ferocious Rakshasa looked at him silently.

The masked man had complex eyes, stood by the bed, and stretched out his hands to caress his body as if bewitched.

Li Mingming grabbed the callused hand from practicing martial arts, and blew at him like a fairy.

The eyes are full of spring water.

Rakshasa was gently pulled by him, and fell into the boundless beauty.

With a smile on his lips, Li Mingming turned over and pulled him under him, then rolled into his arms, lying softly on his chest.

Luo Sha seemed to be fascinated, only the spring in the corners of the beauty's eyes and brows remained in his eyes.

Li Mingming reached out to caress his mask, trying to take it off, but Luo Sha suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The man below him had gloomy eyes, and his voice was filled with endless coldness: "Who sent you?"

Li Mingming just laughed.

Luo Sha grabbed that wrist, it was very thin, and it was cool to hold in his hand.

"You hurt me." The beauty said softly, and moved her hands to break away, but Luo Sha let go.

The veil floated, and Rakshasa sniffed the faint scent of medicine.

Li Mingming asked him softly: "Go get a whip, okay?"

This calls for capriciousness.

Luo Sha was silent for a while, then pulled out a small snake from his sleeve and hung it by the bed, turning into a soft whip.

Li Mingming was a little surprised, covered his hand holding the soft whip, and dropped a kiss on his cheek like a charity.

Rakshasa didn't even move.

Li Mingming got up, took the soft whip, and played with it.

Raksha laughed.

Who would have known that the leader of the Demon Cult was actually a perverted masochist?