Without the cover of the shirt, the bare skin suddenly felt a little cool.

The skin of the elves tends to be a snow-colored white, holy and crystal clear, which is unbearable to blasphemy.

However, the long, blood-bright burgundy hair slipped down on it, destroying the holiness and adding a bit of messy and decadent beauty.

The lips of the young rose's dripping lips overflowed slightly, and she gasped slightly.

Gently and thinly.

Rejoicing and tormenting.

"Bethel." Suddenly, she called out his name, and her long silky hair swayed slowly, and she left the boy's body and stood up lazily.

Lying on his back on the snow-white fluffy carpet, his clothes were untidy and messy, and two beautiful ice silver wings stretched out from the butterfly bones behind his back, trembling sensitively unconsciously.

The pitch-black curly eyelashes were raised, and the ice blue and dark red eyes filled with light mist blinked, looking at the woman.

Fenghua's slender white fingers moved slightly on his extremely slender waist.

The skirt that was tied to her waist was easily removed by her, and the pure black court skirt slid from the woman's slender body to the ground without the support of the whalebone skirt.

Two handfuls of crystal like snow, like a lotus in full bloom, and the bright red stamen in the center of the snow-colored petals give the young man's eyes a strong visual impact.

Step by step, she walked towards her.

For some reason, the boy felt a trace of indescribable heat in his body, and his red lips licked it gently, pulling out a touch of desire.

The woman stood at the young man's feet, her beautiful and charming eyebrows and eyes condescendingly looking at the elf who had fallen into desire, and the red lips that were as bright as blood were the complete opposite of the snow-white and delicate face, and spat out a command:

"Bethel, get up."

“……”

The elf-like and beautiful boy paused, suppressed the surging desire in his body, took a deep breath, and then stood up.

Can't be more well-behaved.

"Bethel, I just taught you a waltz at the banquet, and now I'll teach you a new dance"

She approached gently, raised her slender hand, and placed it on the young man's snow-white shoulder, enough to make his blood rush and the delicate white body pressed against his body.

Tightly seamless, airtight.

Bethel could clearly feel that a mermaid was close to his woman, her skin delicate and soft, like a shy flower trembling on a branch.

Contains buds, to be released.

The inadvertent fluttering and gentle rubbing is a tremor that goes deep into the soul.

The tips of the young man's crystal ears were red, and his cold body was hot little by little, "What? ”

Fenghua stood on tiptoe slightly, her extremely slender waist was dazzlingly white, and her red lips gently breathed hot air in the young man's ear, and said, "Flamingo." ”

“……”

Compared with the elegance of the waltz, flamenco is more bold and unrestrained, like a couple in love, passionate and inseparable.

In the true sense of the word, it interprets what it is: intimate dance.

The dance steps under your feet slow down.

The slender hand attached to the woman's slender waist was burning in the palm of her hand.

The delicate and smooth snow skin under the palm of the palm made Bethel's heart sway.

The silk white shirt fits in a messy and irregular way, with fine sweat and a looming graceful line......

The beautiful young man's lips were like roses, panting slightly, and the fine ice silver hair on his forehead could not hide the broken light called lust that appeared in his pupils.

There was ambiguity in the air.

In the next second, the young man was pressed against his chest by a pair of soft and delicate white hands, and he was pushed down on the ancient Western court-style bed behind him.