Enchanting Fox Spirit

Being squeezed hurts

Yesterday, Wu Wei suddenly appeared and disrupted Dong Er's mind, leaving her listless all day.

Zhou Lao saw that she was silent all day, with a gloomy expression. He thought she had been scared by those local ruffians yesterday, and the lingering palpitations still lingered. He supported her sore waist and stumbled over to help her tidy up the table.

She remained silent, as if she had not seen Zhou Lao pass by. After thinking for a moment, Zhou Lao said, "I think we should take a few days off. My old bone is useless. Yesterday's fall was likely to flash, and it still hurts." Hearing Zhou Lao speak, Dong'er regained her composure and panicked, "Let me see, I didn't hit anything." She quickly put down the bowl and went to Zhou Lao, lifting his shirt to see if he was injured.

Zhou quickly pulled off the clothes that Dong'er had opened and said, "It's okay, just take a two-day break." He was covered in old bones and didn't care. Dong'er has been here for several months. She helps him to cook Congee and wash clothes all day long, but she hasn't had a day off. I'm really sorry.

"Tomorrow I will come by myself, and my father will rest at home. These days, Dong'er Congee has been cooked, and the guests also said that Dong'er Congee won't lose to my father." Old Zhou could not help blinking when he heard that Yan's eyes were burning hot. He quickly turned around and kept busy cleaning up. "What if you go to the street to set up a stall by yourself to meet those villains again?" He was determined to burn good food in his last life, and God gave her such a good daughter.

"Don't worry, I'm strong enough to carry a large pot of Congee, and I'm not afraid of several men." Dong'er suddenly raised his arm to tease Old Zhou.

Zhou Lao chuckled and said, "Miss, be more delicate and let others know that no one dares to come and propose a marriage." The two of them chuckled for a while, and when the guests arrived, they became busy again.

Dong'er is indeed not afraid of those local ruffians. If it weren't for the large crowd of onlookers yesterday, she wouldn't have dared to cast spells. Otherwise, she could easily make those people urinate with a flick of her sleeve.

"Whew, isn't this Dong'er who sells Congee?"

Just as he sat down downstairs, the alcoholic with a smirk on his face said this. Ling Er was shocked upon hearing this and snorted in secret. Dong'er also came to Fuyang County? The man in front of me clearly knew earlier, so he must have intentionally asked her to accompany him and teased her? That's really bad!

The guest asked for another pot of wine and looked at her. "Dare you come to the brothel without Zhou Lao's knowledge to make money?" The man chuckled several times, "He's so old, of course he can't satisfy you..." The man raised an eyebrow and spoke lightly. Ling Er's mind turned around and said, "Who Zhou Lao is? I don't know!" "Oh?" The man chuckled and didn't care.

This dead winter girl always likes to be a follower, it's really not easy to get rid of her. Ling Er feels angry in her stomach. She hates Dong'er when she sees her, especially when she looks the same as herself, but likes to pretend to be a good person.

"Don't say anything, I'm sure you'll be happy today," Ling Er glanced at the man. Her skin is crystal clear under the nourishment of blood essence, and can be easily broken by blowing. Dong'er, does she have this ability? At most, the two of them look very similar, but when it comes to looks, she definitely has a slight advantage.

The man's lower abdomen spasmed upon hearing this, and the soft flesh in his pants suddenly swelled and hardened. "Let's go upstairs!" Ling Er threw it with a seductive glance and got up to walk up the stairs. She went upstairs and closed the door. As usual, she gently untied her clothes, untied her straps, and the snowy double peaks seemed to emerge like broken bamboo. The man widened his eyes, his heart was hot and restless, and his desire to stand straight became even harder.

Limbs intertwined and got into bed. Ling Er sat down on the man, burying the pillar under his body into his body. The man immediately felt the blood vessels in the woman's body as hard as an iron pestle, and began to twist his body to insert the woman's small, narrow, and damp warm acupoints.

The man moaned in a crisp and low voice, "You're so twisted, you're really creepy... hey... yo..." The whole thing was taken in.

Ling Er's internal strength was squeezed, and the man suddenly screamed and gasped, his feet tingling and blood flowing. He stared with pleasure at the huge pestle under his body, which was exposed and inserted from the woman's body, back and forth. He grabbed the woman's slender waist and lay down, swinging her hips up and down, faster and faster. "Papa pa pa pa pa..." Ling Er's movements were fast, and the man felt the pain of his flesh roots being squeezed and bleeding from the narrow hole, which was tingling and painful before finally ejaculating.

The man wanted to pull out his body but couldn't pull it out. "Me, me, I shot..." Ling Er smiled silently.

The man smiled at her evil charm and was startled. He forcefully pulled it out, causing severe pain and blood to flow in his lower body. Upon seeing it, his genitals were bleeding profusely on the bed. "Ah..." At five o'clock, it was the first lunar month of the lunar new year, and it was also a cloudy day. Dong'er felt a chill in her body, and her fur seemed to be about to show its original shape, exhausting her essence. She probed, and on the other side of the curtain, Zhou Lao was already asleep. She tiptoed open the door and ran out of the yard, opening the door on the bamboo fence.

Zhou woke up and followed out, but Dong'er had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Where is she going so late?" Zhou Lao was puzzled.

Dong'er drifted her spell into the streets of Fuyang. Today, during the day, she learned that Wu Wei lived on East China Street. When she arrived at the door, she waved her hand and the door opened. She walked in and Wu Wei fell asleep. She stood in front of the bed and cast an illusion on him. Without any resistance, she entered his dream.

In the dream, Dong'er sat by the edge of the bed, and Wu Wei woke up in shock. She said, "En Gong, I am Dong'er. Do you remember the white fox you saved two years ago?" Wu Wei frowned and looked at her. "White fox? Of course I remember, but you are human?" "I searched for you and wanted to be a better person. That day when the market saw Fang Zhi'en Gong here, Dong'er did not forget En Gong's feelings for two years and came to make a promise with her body." Wu Wei was shocked and his sleep dissipated. "Promise with your body!"

She stood tall and graceful, her Luo shirt slipping down from her shoulders and neck, her snow-white skin shining with a pearl like luster under the dark moon. Wu Wei was stunned and clueless, a fox? But before his eyes was a gentle fairy, was it a dream?

Dong'er leaned up her lips and kissed the skeptical Wuwei.

Wu Wei was startled and dared not close his eyes. With his lips overlapping, he was enchanted.

Is it a dream? He thought that he must have been too concerned about the safety of the fox, and in the age of strong blood, he imagined the fox as a fairy.

The provocation of the fairy's lips and tongue made him restless all over, and his desire spread from the bottom of his heart. He picked up the fairy and licked it on his fragrant shoulder.

She pondered and passionately licked and kissed.

He stared at her and said, "Are you really a fox?"

Dong'er felt a little guilty at this moment... She was using him, but knew he existed and asked her how to combine with others to improve... "I am, my lord!"

Wu Wei thought to himself, did he save it? It had a dream to dispel his lonely night? As it was a dream, Wu Wei let go of his restraint and ignited his desire. He kissed Judy on the snow-white peaks all the way under the fragrant shoulder, gently pinching and slowly rubbing. Dong'er was deep and lost, murmuring.

"You said your name is Dong'er?" Wu Wei asked. In my dream, it's also good.

"Engong, just call me Dong'er."

"Do you often dream in my dreams?"

Dong'er was overjoyed and said, "Engong hopes for it from now on?"

"Dong'er is as beautiful as a fairy, making people infatuated."

The four lips were intertwined with hunger and thirst, as the man's warm lips slid over the woman's cheeks, and the fragrant soft jade drifted away.

"Dong'er..." He called out softly, and Dong'er fell onto the soft bed. He bent down and walked away, his hot and swollen body thrusting straight into the damp and warm acupoints. In an instant, it tightly combined and filled Dong'er's body.