THE SKY SWORDSMAN
Recover (bocil on hard forbidden read 17+)
The late night did not make the two young teenagers who were in love drunk stop their activities.
The flute sound played by the ancestor Wong ji Ang, was like ushering them towards the peak of warmth.
Zhao Quin slowly closed her eyes with her lips slightly opened, like challenging Yan Lan to immediately fondle her.
The instant Yan Lan set a rumble on her chest, the naturally red lips that were presented before her eyes were so very tempting Yan Lan to immediately embrace her.
Slowly Yan Lan pressed her lips against Zhao Quin's, and Zhao Quin greeted Yan Lan's kiss warmly. It did not feel that their kisses were getting deeper and deeper which made the breath of the two different types of people more hunting.
Yan Lan's maleness blood revolted, as Zhao Qin's spoiled attitude towards her.
"Sister Yan Lan.., do you love me..?" zhao Quin asked.
"I love you dear" Yan Lan replied.
The answer given by Yan Lan made Zhao Quin's heart flower, Zhao Quin clutched tightly onto Yan Lan's body lovingly and affectionately.
"I'm sincerely releasing this crown of mine for you dear," Zhao Quin whispered in Yan Lan's ear.
They had a warm kiss that night.
No matter who started, one by one the clothes they were wearing fell on the floor of the room, and without them noticing there was not a single thread now covering both of their bodies.
Slowly Yan Lan laid Zhao Quin's body on the bed that had been specially prepared by ancestor Wong ji Ang for the two of them, the lips of the two of them again clashed and gradually deepened which made the atmosphere in the room filled with hunting breath and into the warmth.
Yan Lan's right hand began tracing inch by inch the smooth body that Zhao Quin had, and perched somewhere filled with dense, moist black grass.
Yan Lan's middle finger started playing around Zhao Quin's crown area gently, which made Zhao Quin squirm by letting out a stifled groan from her mouth.
Yan Lan's left hand did not stay still, the left hand's fingers continued to slide down and perched on a large, dense and chewy mound of meat.
The breaths of the two of them hunting, the groans and small screams of Zhao Quin filled the room like following the sound of the flute played by the ancestor Wong ji Ang, which made Yan Lan even more passionate about him.
Yan Lan let go of her kiss and started tracing Zhao Quin's neck with her lips and left some red marks as a sign of ownership from her, until stopping at the two mounds of flesh before her face.
Yan Lan swiftly began playing with the twin hills belonging to Zhao Quin, and buried her face there.
"Ka..Ms.kak Yan...Lan.." - Zhao Quin.
Zhao Quin tightly hugged the head of Yan Lan's head on both of her twin hills, which made it difficult for Yan Lan to breathe as she was squeezed by that enormous, chewy mound of flesh.
Seeing Yan Lan having difficulty breathing, Zhao Quin immediately stretched her embrace and made Yan Lan again able to breathe with relief despite still being stung by the sting.
Curious about Yan Lan's missile, Zhao Quin's right hand slowly slid down and "Ackh...!!" zhao Quin's cry felt that the thing in his right hand was so big and long.
All over Zhao Quin's body immediately gave a shiver of horror, there was fear that enveloped his mind at this moment.
"Whether an object of this size can enter my crown," Zhao Quin's inner voice closed his eyes.
Although fear enveloped his mind at this time, but little heart Zhao Quin said another, where he really wanted the big thing that Yan lan had that first broke into his crown.
"Sister Yan Lan slowly," Zhao Quin groaned as she closed her eyes again.
Yan Lan who was on top of Zhao Quin's body, was so very troubled to break through Zhao Quin's tightly sealed crown.
"Sister Yan Lan is sick..**!!" yang Zhao Quin who felt that something had entered his crown.
Zhao Quin bit on his own lips with wide-eyed, both of his hands clasped tightly onto Yan Lan's arms where Zhao Quin felt the blunt object increasingly barge inward.
Slowly Yan Lan began to make a slow, rhythmic back and forth motion, which made the pain Zhao Quin was experiencing slowly disappear with an unimaginable sense of pleasure.
Seeing Zhao Quin start to enjoy the game that Lan Yan had done to her, made Yan lan start to spur her horse without hesitation again, in order to head towards the highest peak of the night activities that the two of them were doing.
Breath hunting, and sweat pouring is not an obstacle for the two of them in reaching the mind together.
Shortly after, the back and forth movement that Yan Lan made suddenly changed so very quickly, the bed they occupied until it swayed along with the rapid movement made by Yan lan, and in the end a loud shout was restrained out of the mouths of the two of them.
Yan Lan drooped limp over Zhao Quin's body, and tried to re-arrange her breathing to make it even more stable.
Yan Lan saw that there were tears streaming down Zhao Quin's cheek.
"Quin er do you regret it?" asked Yan Lan softly.
"I don't regret it Yan Lan's sister, I feel very happy that I can give the most precious thing I have, to the person I love the most" Zhao Quin replied.
"Thank you dear" Yan Lan whispered in Zhao Quin's ear.
Yan Lan spread her body to Zhao Quin's side.
The atmosphere of the morning was so cool with fresh and beautiful air, the sun began to emerge from the eastern horizon.
It looked as if Yan Lan was still sleeping on top of her bed.
While Zhao Quin himself had cleaned himself up and made a bowl of ginseng soup for the young man who was still sleeping in his bed.
Zhao Quin felt a stench around his crown that made him again lie down on the side of Yan Lan.
Shortly afterwards Yan Lan regained her senses from her sleep, and smelled the fragrant fragrance she was familiar with in the room.
"This scent is the fragrance of Quin er's body," inner Yan Lan and recalled the incident they did last night.
Seeing that Yan Lan had woken up, Zhao Quin immediately got up from the bed and stepped towards her homemade ginseng soup that had warmed up.
Yan Lan saw Zhao Quin walking towards the table in the middle of the room
"Am I being too pushy and too rude to do it to Zhao Quin, that she has to struggle in walking," inner Yan Lan.
Brother Yan Lan I made ginseng soup for you so that your strength can recover," Zhao Quin said as he lowered his head and felt ashamed to look at the young man before him.
"Thank you Quin er" Yan Lan replied briefly and started drinking Zhao Quin's ginseng soup.
Brother Yan Lan how your body is right now, is there a change in your affliction that is broken?" zhao Quin is back.
Yan Lan only realized that if all they had done overnight was for the sake of recovering her broken Merindian, immediately Yan Lan sat down cross-legged and looked at the sea of Qi within her Merindian.
Quin er has recovered and I can cultivate again" Yan Lan said as she hugged Zhao Quin who was close to the bed.
"I'm very happy to hear it big brother Yan," Zhao Quin said.