Chapter 1052: Alex, you have changed!
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Camilla’s brain was blank, and the wonderful and shameful feeling was still passing through the body, making her want to stop.
"I actually yelled! Shame! But this feeling... why is it so comfortable..."
Camilla’s face was red as if it were bleeding, the slightly squinting eyes were silky, the chest was undulating, and the man standing in front of the whip stood in confusion.
"How is it possible?! Why can't I control my body! And... Why do I still like this feeling... Is it really a shake m? No... It can't be like this..."
Camilla’s psychological defense began to collapse and the worldview became less stable.
"too heavy?"
McGon looked at Camilla, who had some exaggeration, and some of them were stunned.
He is not a pervert, just want to punish Camilla for a small punishment, save the countess from scolding him every day, hitting a sap and dragging a small black house.
After all, the other side is a nine-level vampire, and he is now only seven peaks, how can not beat each other.
As for killing her, he also thought about it.
However, she still has a black cat servant who is missing, and most of them know about it.
In the identity of Camilla, it is obviously impossible to die silently.
Moreover, the other party did not show his killings from beginning to end. What surprised him even more was that she actually came up with the strange tricks that made him understand that he was a metamorphosis and then sweared in front of Miss Coralia. The operation is stupid.
"It seems that the whip is too abnormal, not in line with my gentle temperament."
Meg looked at the exhalation, and there was a glimpse of Camilla in his mouth. He suddenly felt guilty, put down his whip and picked up the candle.
Dropping wax is an art.
McGonagall ignited the candle and walked toward Camilla.
Camilla looked at Meg, who was coming to her, and her heart was resisting. The body shook slightly uncontrollably, and couldn’t help but start to imagine the feeling of the red hot wax dripping on the body.
"It's shameful! But why is my heart a little excited?!"
Camilla’s gaze left only a little candlelight and swallowed.
Camilla, tied by a red rope, held a light red candle toward Camilla, and in the dark black house, everything looked very embarrassing.
"boom!"
At this moment, the door of the small black house exploded, turned into countless debris, and was blown into the room with a strong wind.
McGonagall blocked it with a hand, and the candle in his hand was not blown out. Looking at the swaying flame, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hey? The current focus seems to be not this!"
What McGonagall suddenly remembered, a coolness swept from behind.
As soon as he turned around, his eyes were rounded.
At the door of the room, a woman wearing a white long skirt and wearing a white gauze hat slowly pulled back her legs. It seemed that the thick door was smashed into a shard of wood.
Of course, this is not the point.
The point is that McGonagall has recognized who the coming person is!
Even wearing a white gauze hat, but the white dress with golden embroidery, slender and **** body, all show the identity of the coming.
A woman who could not have been here.
The first woman of the Nolan continent, the former Princess of the Elves, is also his nominal wife, Amy's mother, Irina.
A dimly lit room, a woman **** with a red rope in a shameful manner, a man with a disheveled man, a whip that was randomly discarded on the ground, and a lighted candle guarded by Meg, Irina’s face was frosty. The frost began to spread from the doorway toward the little black house, carrying a deep chill.
Irina glanced at Camilla, her eyes slightly picked up, this Mimi big bat, was also riding by her, did not expect to dare to steal her man now.
McGonagall's mouth moved and squeezed out a reluctant smile. "You may not believe it, we are just rehearsing the script."
"Oh, man."
Irina looked at him and the candlelight turned bright.
A drop of red candle fell to his hand along the red candle. He gave an exclamation and shook his hand and threw the red candle out.
Through the veil, McGonagall can feel the cold face of Irina.
But for this reason... even he himself can't believe it.
Suddenly broke into a person, which also made Camilla startled.
Now, this appearance seems to let others see it. If it is passed out, her first name will be destroyed!
"If she is known by Miss Coralia," Camilla has already dared not think about it. She was already ashamed of knowing that she was shaking. If she was known by Rodrija, she could not lift her in front of her. Start up.
"Hey, that woman, I told you, I am just giving him a demonstration of the action, he is my plaything, you should not misunderstand anything." Camilla cocked his chin and said with pride.
The Lingling rope binds all her magic, and at the same time makes it impossible for her to detect who the person is, but she is vaguely familiar.
"Shut up, stupid bat."
Irina pulled out a folding wooden chair and slammed it. A chair patted the open-mouthed Camilla and set it on the wall, so she turned her eyes and stunned.
"My man, are you also playing?"
Irina is cold and cold.
McGonagall looked at the only remaining leg of the stool in Irina's hand, and Camilla, who couldn't buckle on the wall, and the throat moved, and the woman who was worried was terrible!
"But! Is this a **** scene?!" McGonagall was a little panicked, and inexplicably had a sense of shame that he was caught on the spot.
"and many more!"
"Is not the victim who was dragged here by a sap?"
McGonagall suddenly felt that something was not quite right, although it was like a s.m scene, but... at first he was really a weak and innocent victim.
"How come you?" McGonagall naturally shook the wood chips on his hair and looked at Irina.
"Alex, you have changed!" Irina took off her silk hat and looked at McGonagall's eyes.
There was no heartbreaking, but the disappointing gaze made Meg's shame more intense.
"Things are not what you think..." McGonagall wants to explain.
"Hello, sigh."
Irina frowned slightly, her fingers hooked, and the black whip on the ground fell to her hand.
McGonagall wants to run a bit, but when he thinks about the strength gap with Irina, the footsteps are still moving in the slightest, and they are not on the spot, mainly because the legs are stiff.
"Snapped!"
The sound of the whip falling on the body echoed crisply in the little black house.
"what"
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Camilla’s brain was blank, and the wonderful and shameful feeling was still passing through the body, making her want to stop.
"I actually yelled! Shame! But this feeling... why is it so comfortable..."
Camilla’s face was red as if it were bleeding, the slightly squinting eyes were silky, the chest was undulating, and the man standing in front of the whip stood in confusion.
"How is it possible?! Why can't I control my body! And... Why do I still like this feeling... Is it really a shake m? No... It can't be like this..."
Camilla’s psychological defense began to collapse and the worldview became less stable.
"too heavy?"
McGon looked at Camilla, who had some exaggeration, and some of them were stunned.
He is not a pervert, just want to punish Camilla for a small punishment, save the countess from scolding him every day, hitting a sap and dragging a small black house.
After all, the other side is a nine-level vampire, and he is now only seven peaks, how can not beat each other.
As for killing her, he also thought about it.
However, she still has a black cat servant who is missing, and most of them know about it.
In the identity of Camilla, it is obviously impossible to die silently.
Moreover, the other party did not show his killings from beginning to end. What surprised him even more was that she actually came up with the strange tricks that made him understand that he was a metamorphosis and then sweared in front of Miss Coralia. The operation is stupid.
"It seems that the whip is too abnormal, not in line with my gentle temperament."
Meg looked at the exhalation, and there was a glimpse of Camilla in his mouth. He suddenly felt guilty, put down his whip and picked up the candle.
Dropping wax is an art.
McGonagall ignited the candle and walked toward Camilla.
Camilla looked at Meg, who was coming to her, and her heart was resisting. The body shook slightly uncontrollably, and couldn’t help but start to imagine the feeling of the red hot wax dripping on the body.
"It's shameful! But why is my heart a little excited?!"
Camilla’s gaze left only a little candlelight and swallowed.
Camilla, tied by a red rope, held a light red candle toward Camilla, and in the dark black house, everything looked very embarrassing.
"boom!"
At this moment, the door of the small black house exploded, turned into countless debris, and was blown into the room with a strong wind.
McGonagall blocked it with a hand, and the candle in his hand was not blown out. Looking at the swaying flame, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hey? The current focus seems to be not this!"
What McGonagall suddenly remembered, a coolness swept from behind.
As soon as he turned around, his eyes were rounded.
At the door of the room, a woman wearing a white long skirt and wearing a white gauze hat slowly pulled back her legs. It seemed that the thick door was smashed into a shard of wood.
Of course, this is not the point.
The point is that McGonagall has recognized who the coming person is!
Even wearing a white gauze hat, but the white dress with golden embroidery, slender and **** body, all show the identity of the coming.
A woman who could not have been here.
The first woman of the Nolan continent, the former Princess of the Elves, is also his nominal wife, Amy's mother, Irina.
A dimly lit room, a woman **** with a red rope in a shameful manner, a man with a disheveled man, a whip that was randomly discarded on the ground, and a lighted candle guarded by Meg, Irina’s face was frosty. The frost began to spread from the doorway toward the little black house, carrying a deep chill.
Irina glanced at Camilla, her eyes slightly picked up, this Mimi big bat, was also riding by her, did not expect to dare to steal her man now.
McGonagall's mouth moved and squeezed out a reluctant smile. "You may not believe it, we are just rehearsing the script."
"Oh, man."
Irina looked at him and the candlelight turned bright.
A drop of red candle fell to his hand along the red candle. He gave an exclamation and shook his hand and threw the red candle out.
Through the veil, McGonagall can feel the cold face of Irina.
But for this reason... even he himself can't believe it.
Suddenly broke into a person, which also made Camilla startled.
Now, this appearance seems to let others see it. If it is passed out, her first name will be destroyed!
"If she is known by Miss Coralia," Camilla has already dared not think about it. She was already ashamed of knowing that she was shaking. If she was known by Rodrija, she could not lift her in front of her. Start up.
"Hey, that woman, I told you, I am just giving him a demonstration of the action, he is my plaything, you should not misunderstand anything." Camilla cocked his chin and said with pride.
The Lingling rope binds all her magic, and at the same time makes it impossible for her to detect who the person is, but she is vaguely familiar.
"Shut up, stupid bat."
Irina pulled out a folding wooden chair and slammed it. A chair patted the open-mouthed Camilla and set it on the wall, so she turned her eyes and stunned.
"My man, are you also playing?"
Irina is cold and cold.
McGonagall looked at the only remaining leg of the stool in Irina's hand, and Camilla, who couldn't buckle on the wall, and the throat moved, and the woman who was worried was terrible!
"But! Is this a **** scene?!" McGonagall was a little panicked, and inexplicably had a sense of shame that he was caught on the spot.
"and many more!"
"Is not the victim who was dragged here by a sap?"
McGonagall suddenly felt that something was not quite right, although it was like a s.m scene, but... at first he was really a weak and innocent victim.
"How come you?" McGonagall naturally shook the wood chips on his hair and looked at Irina.
"Alex, you have changed!" Irina took off her silk hat and looked at McGonagall's eyes.
There was no heartbreaking, but the disappointing gaze made Meg's shame more intense.
"Things are not what you think..." McGonagall wants to explain.
"Hello, sigh."
Irina frowned slightly, her fingers hooked, and the black whip on the ground fell to her hand.
McGonagall wants to run a bit, but when he thinks about the strength gap with Irina, the footsteps are still moving in the slightest, and they are not on the spot, mainly because the legs are stiff.
"Snapped!"
The sound of the whip falling on the body echoed crisply in the little black house.
"what"
Camilla's brain was blank, and the wonderful and shameful feeling was still passing through the body, making her want to stop."I actually yelled! Shame! But this feeling... why is it so comfortable..."Camilla's face was red as if it were bleeding, the slightly squinting eyes were silky, the chest was undulating, and the man standing in front of the whip stood in confusion."How is it possible?! Why can't I control my body! And... Why do I still like this feeling... Is it really a shake m? No... It can't be like this..."Camilla's psychological defense began to collapse and the worldview became less stable."too heavy?"McGon looked at Camilla, who had some exaggeration, and some of them were stunned.He is not a pervert, just want to punish Camilla for a small punishment, save the countess from scolding him every day, hitting a sap and dragging a small black house.After all, the other side is a nine-level vampire, and he is now only seven peaks, how can not beat each other.As for killing her, he also thought about it.However, she still has a black cat servant who is missing, and most of them know about it.In the identity of Camilla, it is obviously impossible to die silently.Moreover, the other party did not show his killings from beginning to end. What surprised him even more was that she actually came up with the strange tricks that made him understand that he was a metamorphosis and then sweared in front of Miss Coralia. The operation is stupid."It seems that the whip is too abnormal, not in line with my gentle temperament."Meg looked at the exhalation, and there was a glimpse of Camilla in his mouth. He suddenly felt guilty, put down his whip and picked up the candle.Dropping wax is an art.McGonagall ignited the candle and walked toward Camilla.Camilla looked at Meg, who was coming to her, and her heart was resisting. The body shook slightly uncontrollably, and couldn't help but start to imagine the feeling of the red hot wax dripping on the body."It's shameful! But why is my heart a little excited?!"Camilla's gaze left only a little candlelight and swallowed.Camilla, tied by a red rope, held a light red candle toward Camilla, and in the dark black house, everything looked very embarrassing."boom!"At this moment, the door of the small black house exploded, turned into countless debris, and was blown into the room with a strong wind.McGonagall blocked it with a hand, and the candle in his hand was not blown out. Looking at the swaying flame, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief."Hey? The current focus seems to be not this!"What McGonagall suddenly remembered, a coolness swept from behind.As soon as he turned around, his eyes were rounded.At the door of the room, a woman wearing a white long skirt and wearing a white gauze hat slowly pulled back her legs. It seemed that the thick door was smashed into a shard of wood.Of course, this is not the point.The point is that McGonagall has recognized who the coming person is!Even wearing a white gauze hat, but the white dress with golden embroidery, slender and **** body, all show the identity of the coming.A woman who could not have been here.The first woman of the Nolan continent, the former Princess of the Elves, is also his nominal wife, Amy's mother, Irina.A dimly lit room, a woman **** with a red rope in a shameful manner, a man with a disheveled man, a whip that was randomly discarded on the ground, and a lighted candle guarded by Meg, Irina's face was frosty. The frost began to spread from the doorway toward the little black house, carrying a deep chill.Irina glanced at Camilla, her eyes slightly picked up, this Mimi big bat, was also riding by her, did not expect to dare to steal her man now.McGonagall's mouth moved and squeezed out a reluctant smile. "You may not believe it, we are just rehearsing the script.""Oh, man."Irina looked at him and the candlelight turned bright.A drop of red candle fell to his hand along the red candle. He gave an exclamation and shook his hand and threw the red candle out.Through the veil, McGonagall can feel the cold face of Irina.But for this reason... even he himself can't believe it.Suddenly broke into a person, which also made Camilla startled.Now, this appearance seems to let others see it. If it is passed out, her first name will be destroyed!"If she is known by Miss Coralia," Camilla has already dared not think about it. She was already ashamed of knowing that she was shaking. If she was known by Rodrija, she could not lift her in front of her. Start up."Hey, that woman, I told you, I am just giving him a demonstration of the action, he is my plaything, you should not misunderstand anything." Camilla cocked his chin and said with pride.The Lingling rope binds all her magic, and at the same time makes it impossible for her to detect who the person is, but she is vaguely familiar."Shut up, stupid bat."Irina pulled out a folding wooden chair and slammed it. A chair patted the open-mouthed Camilla and set it on the wall, so she turned her eyes and stunned."My man, are you also playing?"Irina is cold and cold.McGonagall looked at the only remaining leg of the stool in Irina's hand, and Camilla, who couldn't buckle on the wall, and the throat moved, and the woman who was worried was terrible!"But! Is this a **** scene?!" McGonagall was a little panicked, and inexplicably had a sense of shame that he was caught on the spot."and many more!""Is not the victim who was dragged here by a sap?"McGonagall suddenly felt that something was not quite right, although it was like a s.m scene, but... at first he was really a weak and innocent victim."How come you?" McGonagall naturally shook the wood chips on his hair and looked at Irina."Alex, you have changed!" Irina took off her silk hat and looked at McGonagall's eyes.There was no heartbreaking, but the disappointing gaze made Meg's shame more intense."Things are not what you think..." McGonagall wants to explain."Hello, sigh."Irina frowned slightly, her fingers hooked, and the black whip on the ground fell to her hand.McGonagall wants to run a bit, but when he thinks about the strength gap with Irina, the footsteps are still moving in the slightest, and they are not on the spot, mainly because the legs are stiff."Snapped!"The sound of the whip falling on the body echoed crisply in the little black house."what"
