Daoist is beautiful and delicious

Another whip hit Song Yu, interrupting Song Yu's memory.

Mo Qingfeng said: "Young Master Song is not serious." He raised two fingers to point at Song Yu, and swiped a few times in the air. Song Yu's clothes were all broken in an instant, except the ropes on his body were intact.

Mo Qingfeng brushed the whip lightly over Song Yu's exposed skin, causing Song Yu to sway left and right, saying: "Don't make trouble, itchy."

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, and a few more whips left red marks on the skin, Song Yu bit her lip and endured it.

"It seems that you are not going to be honest?"

"Hmph." It takes ambition to be a man.

Mo Qingfeng walked to the cabinet next to the bed, opened a drawer, and took out an exquisite small box with unsightly pictures painted on it.

Song Yu said with a surprised face: "Why do you have this?"

"This?" Mo Qingfeng put it in front of Song Yu for him to see clearly, and said, "Of course it was taken out of your room."

"I clearly..."

"I also discovered this by accident. If I hadn't accidentally bumped into that empty brick that day, I wouldn't have known that Young Master Song still had such a place to hide treasures."

Mo Qingfeng continued: "It's quite new, I wonder who Young Master Song bought it for?"

Of course it was used on you, Song Yu didn't dare to say it out, this stinky Taoist priest is very smart, he can guess everything, Song Yu has experience, he said many mistakes, so he just kept silent.

"The mouth is really hard." Mo Qingfeng said hehe, gently kissing Song Yu's lips, Song Yu's lips were soft and sweet, Mo Qingfeng almost couldn't hold it back.

When Song Yu wanted to continue asking, Mo Qingfeng left, and Song Yu pouted dissatisfiedly.

Mo Qingfeng closed his eyes and hinted to himself, Mo Qingfeng, Mo Qingfeng, wake up, he can't be seduced by Song Yu anymore.Every time Song Yu does something wrong, he will play and roll around to show off his cuteness, not to mention that ordinary people can't stand it, even Mo Qingfeng can't stand it, otherwise how could Song Yu have been happy in Yizhou City for so many years, Master Song and Mrs. Song also treated him With such excessive doting, maybe only the young master of the Song family in the Song and Ming Dynasties has the ability to govern him.

Mo Qingfeng turned Song Yu around, with his front facing the wall and his back facing Mo Qingfeng. He opened the box, and there was a fragrance of yao ointment inside.

Song Yu quickly tightened his grip, and said in a panic, "Too many will kill you."

"It's okay, I'm here." Mo Qingfeng said.

Song Yu defended his lower body tightly, preventing Mo Qingfeng from having any chance to attack. Mo Qingfeng sighed helplessly and whistled. The rope under Song Yu's body swung as if he had a soul, and pulled Song Yu's feet apart, allowing Song Yu Turning towards Mo Qingfeng in a kneeling posture, Mo Qingfeng opened Song Yu's white buttocks, and poked all the ointment in without any hindrance, causing Song Yu to groan and warm his intestines The yao ointment was melted away, and the whole intestine was smooth and unobstructed. Mo Qingfeng spun around a few times, and Song Yu was blushing and panting again and again, seeing that Mo Qingfeng's lower body became hot.

Mo Qingfeng took a few more deep breaths to calm himself down, whistled and dropped Song Yu again, turned Song Yu around and asked, "Where did you go tonight?"

"Go to a restaurant to have dinner with friends." Song Yu gasped.

"Not honest." Mo Qingfeng said helplessly.

Picking up the whip and hitting Song Yu's sensitive parts, Song Yu murmured, and another whip, Song Yu began to gasp for breath, his face was flushed, sweat flowed over the red mole between his eyebrows, he looked very attractive, Mo Qingfeng almost took it Unsteady whip.

It seems that the yao ointment has worked, so what is the yao ointment?Of course, Song Yuqian bought the bed from Yihonglou to add to the fun, and it was the fiercest kind. After one and one failures to defeat Mr. Mo, he gritted his teeth and threw all his private money into this special medicine. On the plaster, there is a small hole in the wall of his room for hiding money.

You ask the second young master of the Song family who spends money like water on weekdays to secretly hide his private money?That should be attributed to Mo Daochang. Ever since Song Yu decided to be with Mo Qingfeng, Mo Qingfeng has put Song Yu to death, not allowed to go whoring or gambling, and reduced the pocket money to one tenth. Yu wants to cry but has no tears. The Song family respects Mo Qingfeng and Daoist Mo and dares not disobey him.

Daoist Mo is not only jealous but also vengeful. Whenever he gets angry, he turns over all kinds of bad debts of Song Yu and tortures Song Yu like this.

"I said, I said, I went to Yihonglou to celebrate my friend's birthday. I had to go. I swear I didn't touch any of the girls inside." Song Yu was tortured by the passion in her body and almost collapsed, her tone was crying .

"Lie, you still smell of that powder called Xiaomi."

"You know who it is?" Song Yu asked in surprise.

"People who practice Taoism are inherently sensitive to smells, not to mention that everyone in Yihonglou has its own unique fragrance." Mo Qingfeng touched the two grapes in front of Song Yu, teasing gently.

Song Yu moved her body uncomfortably, trying to get rid of that messy hand, but the hand was nimbly provoking him, but he couldn't get rid of it anyway, Song Yu broke down and shook her head and shouted: "I just drank too much, I didn't stand still and was caught by her." Helped, we didn't do anything!"

"Really?"

"Exactly!"

Mo Qingfeng couldn't bear it anymore, with a wave of his finger, the hemp rope on Song Yu's body was cut instantly, and his fair skin was covered with red marks from the rope and marks from the whip. Seeing this, Mo Qingfeng Even more violently, he pressed Song Yu under him, and he penetrated deeply, and the two of them shenyin at the same time.

Song Yu, who was manipulated by yao, tightly hooked Mo Qingfeng with his feet, was taken down by Mo Qingfeng, and pressed in front of him in a folded way, fully exposing the bottom to Mo Qingfeng's eyes, followed by a stormy attack, Song Yu Yu raised his head impatiently, holding the head of the bed tightly with both hands, and Mo Qingfeng left scars on Song Yu's neck.

The curtains of the bed shook, and the figures overlapped.

It was already noon when Song Yu woke up. He felt relaxed and felt no pain at all, but his legs were shaking. Mo Qingfeng must have cast a spell on him to heal him.

Suddenly remembered that the first time they met, Mo Qingfeng also secretly cast spells on him to heal him, but he was reluctant at that time.