Carl's mouth twitched. He looked at Chris who was forcing an expression, then looked at Hill secretly winking at him. He understood what was going on, and his mouth twitched. These women really have hundreds of tricks up their sleeves. but. . He looked at Chris's jade-like feet under her black stockings. The saint's feet were indeed beautiful. Chapter 122 Time Stops Carl has always felt that he is not a foot fetishist, because the only thing he likes is the slender feet of Saint Chris. Her fair skin looks like it is covered with a thin and lubricating gauze under the transparent black stockings. Whether you touch it with your hands or a small card, you can feel the transparent silk fibers and delicate skin combined together, with a special layered smoothness. "..." Chris had a subtle look on her face. In her understanding, feet are used for walking. Every time this evil dragon was stepped on by her, it would become noticeably more obedient. This made her turn on some strange switches. Chris spread her toes under her black stockings, revealing some space, and rubbed the stockings back and forth while pinching them with her fingertips.
She glanced at Hill from the corner of her eye. She won. Carl felt waves of comfortable rubbing sensations and glanced at Chris. This beautiful and pure saint was becoming more and more skilled with her feet. I can clearly feel that I work harder than usual. Hold up the small card with the toes of one foot, and massage the toes of the other foot separately. When it was just the two of them, she would look at the pervert with disgust and be reluctant. With Carl here today, Chris still looked disgusted, but the difference was that her foot movements were much more vigorous than when the two were together. Karl reached out and touched the black stockings on her calves, feeling the touch from his palm. Could it be that with Hill around, there would be some strange BUFF bonus? You don't need to figure these out, just enjoy the service of the saint. He stroked his hand up along the calf wrapped in black silk stockings. When he reached the saint's long legs at the knees, she closed her thighs to stop his hand from moving. Chris stared at Karl and put her long hair up with one hand. With Hill around, stepping on him was obviously the limit of what she could endure. Hill saw Carl's action, walked up with a smile, held Carl's hand that was clamped by Chris's thigh, took it out, put it to his lips, and kissed Carl's fingers. The crystal saliva and Carl's fingers drew a thread, and then this thread was slid from her chest to her abdomen, across her smooth and delicate dark brown skin, across her belly button and down. She was also wearing transparent black stockings, but unlike Chris's fair skin. The brown-skinned long legs wrapped in black stockings exude a mysterious black temptation. She held Karl's hand and let him stroke it through her black stockings. She glanced at Chris with undisguised provocation in her eyes. "..." Chris narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously annoyed, and stepped a little harder, as if venting her dissatisfaction on Carl. Carl was speechless, watching the dark elf and the saint competing with each other, but Hill was indeed more than that. She also sat on the desk and stretched out one leg.
Chris was stunned. She didn't expect her to come too. While she was distracted, Hill had already stepped on the other side of Xiaoka, trying to squeeze Chris's foot out. At the same time, a smile appeared on Hill's face. In Chris's eyes, this smile was an undisguised provocation. She stepped on Xiao Ka and tried to push Hill's feet away. The soft and smooth white jade feet wrapped in black stockings and the muscular little feet with brown skin also wearing black stockings, use the small card as a battlefield, exerting force on each other, trying to squeeze the other out. Carl looked down at the two feet of different skin colors rubbing against each other, glanced at Hill from the corner of his eye, and met her smiling eyes that were also looking at him. The saint Chris has been tricked again. Dark elves are proficient in assassination and need to walk barefoot. They can use their toes to clamp weapons as a means of assassination. Their feet have smooth lines and a healthy beauty. How could the flexibility be compared to the soft, white and slender feet of the Saint? It seems that the two are competing evenly. It was just a deliberate guidance by Hill, who was more than one level higher than him. Sure enough, it took less than 10 minutes. Under the two feet with completely different touch experiences, Xiao Ka vomited directly. Chris felt a warm and wet feeling on the soles of her feet, and some of it was on the black stockings on her soles, calves and thighs. It seemed to calm her mind for a moment, and her feet stopped moving. Hill smiled, stretched out his other foot, and slowly massaged Carl as if he was comforting a baby. Chris's expression was tense, still holy and untouchable. Karl could see that she was angry and annoyed, but she didn't know how to vent. She felt wronged, but she had to put on a brave face. "Chrissy." Carl found it interesting. Chris has always been a rational and mature woman. After spending a long time together as both an enemy and a friend, he could actually see this feminine side of her. He reached out and slid his hands along the sides of her thighs. Chris was stunned and struggled symbolically twice, but soon gave up resistance and was hugged by him from under her long skirt with both hands. She glanced at Hill standing beside her and felt a subtle mood, a strange sense of victory. Karl rolled down her stockings and asked her to turn around. Chris was not very willing to resist. And this time, it’s also a backdoor. Chris rested her hands on the table, looking painful. Karl was very skilled, and after this period of development, the whole process went exceptionally smoothly. Looking at her painful expression, he just found it funny. No one could have imagined that this respected, sacred and inviolable Saint Lady had a hobby of the back. Hill watched from the side with an equally amused look in her eyes. She waited until the expression of pain on Chris's face was mixed with other expressions. With a nimble figure, he squatted in front of Chris and took the initiative to kiss her.
"Ah?" Chris trembled all over, her expression unable to hold back any longer, and she reached out to push her away. But her slender waist was hugged by Carl from behind, and coupled with the continuous attacks, it was difficult for her to push away. Hill was not someone that a mage like her could easily move, and her tongue was so flexible that even Carl couldn't handle it. Of course, Hill's main goal was not Chris, but to make Carl comfortable. Carl could feel Hill's flexible, wet kisses. In less than six minutes, he vomited. As he vomited, Chris couldn't hold it in any longer, and she felt extremely ashamed. As a result, Hill closed his eyes due to the shock. "?" Hill opened his eyes after a long while. He was wet all over. He stared blankly in front of him for almost a minute before he stopped. She smiled and said, "The Saint drank a lot of water before coming here." Chris's pretty cheeks flushed, and she closed her eyes. All her desire to win disappeared, and all she wanted was to die. Fortunately, Hill had no intention of rescinding the agreement. Actively post it. When the number of people increases from two to three, there are naturally many more ways to play. From office to bedroom. During this time, the two women were stacked on top of each other, either sandwiching Carl in the middle or being sandwiched in the middle. In the evening, night falls. The black stockings had a big hole in them and were thrown on the ground. Chris was lying on the edge of the bed with her long legs spread apart, motionless and extremely tired. Carl sat on the bed, holding Hill's head with one hand. At that moment, a strange, faint sound was heard in the wall. Carl's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Time stops!" Chapter 123 Morality The moment time stopped, Carl rushed from the bed to the wall, and his palm was wrapped with a layer of ribbon armor the moment it fell. The moment before his fist grabbed the wall, time started flowing again. "Bang!" There was a loud sound. Carl easily grabbed the wall with his palm, then frowned. He actually missed it even though he used the time stop technique. The moment the time stop was lifted, Hill jumped down from the bed, opened his legs, and supported the ground firmly with his hands, his whole body in a fighting posture ready to go. Of course, because of the posture at this time, the long legs are spread out.
The liquid also dripped down her smooth skin onto the ground, but Hill didn't care. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surroundings, and he was extremely alert. Chris was also awakened by the sudden noise. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, and her eyes still showed some fatigue. "What...what happened?" "It's okay." Carl retracted his hand that had passed through the wall. The contrast between the two women when facing the emergency was huge. Hill, the dark elf, is always alert and in combat mode. On the contrary, Saint Chris was extremely disgusted with him, but when she was with him, her vigilance towards the outside world was reduced to zero. Carl smiled and said, "It's just a naughty mouse. I have already 'eliminated' it. You can continue to sleep." "Oh." Chris' eyes were blurry as she continued to lie down and fell asleep instantly. Hill also relaxed from his fighting state and sat back on the bed with his long legs folded together. After Carl returned to the bed and sat down, Hill immediately lay down on his side and continued biting. She never asked Carl questions. Carl stroked her smooth brown skin with his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. When he heard that sound just now, he immediately used Time Stop, then rushed to the wall, and released Time Stop at the moment of attack. The fact that there is nothing inside is a problem in itself. It's impossible for a certain creature to be so fast that he can't catch it even with the help of time stop. There is only one possibility. When Carl thought of this, his expression became solemn. There was only one possibility that could do all this, that it was a creation of the evil god that was not affected by his time stop. "interesting." Carl was no longer sleepy instantly, and as long as he was purified, he would gain new abilities. "Master." Hill used his tongue to clean every corner of him, then raised his head with tenderness in his eyes. "Hmm?" Karl saw that she seemed to have something to say. Hill leaned over and touched his skin. Carl could feel her smooth brown skin, body temperature and heartbeat. "Does the master want a child?" She placed one hand on her flat abdomen. "Child?" Carl had an ambiguous expression. He didn't want to raise a child yet, and he didn't know whether he was a dragon or some other species. Hill put his arms around Karl, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear: "I want to give birth to a daughter for you. Master, you can raise her to be the way you like her since she was young, and we, mother and daughter, can be by your side together." She stopped halfway through her speech, and keenly felt that Karl's eyes were strange. "Is this... common for you dark elves?" Carl's expression was subtle. He didn't have much hope for the moral level of the dark elves.
If they had high moral standards, they wouldn't have such a bad reputation in mainland China. But obviously, even if we were prepared, we still overestimated their moral level. "No." Hill smiled. "Only by giving up your identity as a dark elf and leaving your tribe can you give birth to children for other races." "Is that so?" Karl waved his hand: "I have no plans to raise children for the time being." He politely declined, saying that he could accept the idea of playing a game.
