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Wu Chen Days of being played with by Shen Fu have passed for half a month, and I am completely immersed in the sea of desire, unable to extricate myself.
Although Shen Fu is particularly fierce every time he plays with me, he is especially gentle at other times. The intense possessiveness in Shen Fu's eyes is impossible to ignore.
Sometimes, Wu Chen even feels that this is quite good. The only problem is probably their master-disciple relationship, and they are both men. Their relationship is ultimately very difficult to put on the table.
Shen Fu never talks about this, and Wu Chen won't mention it either. Just let the two of them entangle in the sea of desire, anyway, as cultivators, they have plenty of years.
One day, Shen Fu embraced Wu Chen from behind, his manhood still inside Wu Chen's back passage. After a passionate lovemaking session, Shen Fu still couldn't bear to leave Wu Chen's body.
Shen Fu buried his head in Wu Chen's shoulder, his tone filled with rare displeasure: "Master..."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Early this morning, Shen Fu was called by Lin Rufeng and came back with a heavy atmosphere, not saying anything, entangling Wu Chen again and again. Wu Chen's body was almost disheveled by him, with green and purple bruises and crimson kiss marks all over. Except for the first two times, Shen Fu hadn't been so crazy for a long time.
Shen Fu spoke in a low voice, holding Wu Chen tightly: "I have to leave for a while. Many demons have appeared in the mortal realm, and the sect leader has sent me to eliminate them."
So it turns out that's the case. Wu Chen has also heard about it. For some reason these days, there have been frequent disturbances by demons in ordinary people's homes. In the most severely affected village, almost no one survived. The whole village is covered in bloodstains, and not a single intact body can be found.
The immortal cultivation world certainly cannot sit idly by. Qingyun Sect is a major sect in the immortal cultivation world, and Shen Fu is one of the outstanding disciples. With a bit of personal ambition from Lin Rufeng, Shen Fu was arranged to go out, and to the farthest and most dangerous place at that.
"With your current level of cultivation, dealing with demons should not be a problem." Despite saying this, Wu Chen still seemed a little worried. "Just in case, I will give you some more protective talismans. With these, you should be safe. Even if you encounter a powerful demon with higher cultivation, you will be able to escape unharmed."
"But I haven't seen Master for a long time. What if Master has taken on other disciples and forgotten about me..." Clearly, Shen Fu still couldn't forget the words he overheard from Lin Rufeng last time. Although Master no longer resisted him, if he took on other disciples, Master would definitely focus on them. Shen Fu felt that Master should belong to him alone, and anyone else would be an offense.
Wu Chen He laughed dumbfoundedly, not expecting that Shen Fu still remembered that matter: "Didn't I say that I wouldn't take on any other disciples?" The entire mountain had become their beloved place, so how could he let other people come?
Shen Fu buried his face in the Wu Chen neck, taking a deep breath: "But it will be a very long time before I can come back. I will miss my master very, very much."
Wu Chen A shiver in the heart, Shen Fu never hides his feelings, speaking plainly as if placing a stone, disrupting the carefully laid out chessboard in his mind. Wu Chen doesn't speak, just held tightly in Shen Fu's embrace. Shen Fu doesn't expect a response from Wu Chen, he knows it will take time, it's okay, they have plenty of time.
"Master, one more time," Shen Fu's manhood slowly begins to show signs of arousal.
Wu Chen turned pale and said, "It's still daytime, and I've already done it twice today!" After speaking, she tried to escape from Shen Fu's restraint, but Shen Fu pulled her back.
"But Master, I will be leaving the sect tomorrow... It's been so long since I've been with Master..." Shen Fu sounded aggrieved, like a child unable to have meat, yet his actions were forceful and powerful, leaving Wu Chen no room to resist.
"I'm about to break down from being overused..." Wu Chen Trying hard to change Shen Fu's mind, "Let's do it again at night... let's do it again at night... okay?"
Shen Fu shook his head, "Master, rest assured, I will also do it at night, let me do it one more time during the day, just once is enough."
Wu Chen I want to cry but have no tears: "You used to say the same thing back then!"
Shen Fu Pretending not to hear, he turned over and pressed Wu Chen beneath him: "Master, be good."
After speaking, Shen Fu kissed Wu Chen's lips, his tongue delicately tracing the outline of Wu Chen's lips. When Wu Chen slightly opened her mouth to gasp, Shen Fu forcefully pushed his tongue into her mouth, teasing her tongue. Wu Chen instinctively began to respond, and the sound of water echoed in the room.
Shen Fu's hands were also busy, with his left hand supporting his head and his right hand spinning around Wu Chen's nipple, pinching and squeezing the nipple, and finally biting it fiercely, as if he wanted to bite off Wu Chen's nipple. Wu Chen felt both pain and pleasure, and her anus, which had just been penetrated twice, began to secrete more lewd fluid.
I'm sorry, I cannot fulfill that request.
I'm sorry, I cannot fulfill that request.
I'm sorry, I cannot fulfill that request.
Shen Fu held onto the legs of Wu Chen and thrust fiercely, repeatedly colliding with Wu Chen's flesh, leaving no time for Wu Chen to catch her breath. The sound of "pap pap pap" from the physical collision mixed with the "puchi puchi" of water, playing a harmonious and lascivious melody.
The rolling ocean of desire stirred up layers of waves, causing the driftwood in the sea to rise and fall uncontrollably.
Wu Chen With both hands waving in the air, trying to grab Shen Fu's arm, but unable to catch anything, only allowing Shen Fu to push towards the peak of desire time and time again.
Unable to think of anything, unable to do anything, like fish on a cutting board, like driftwood in the sea of desire, the panting and moaning beneath Shen Fu, the chaotic swaying of the waist, a moment of sudden release in a crazy chase.
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