I held a pen in my hand, but my upper body was pressing behind Beatris.(].

Beatrice are you ready? I leaned my body to the right of the desk, and at the same time, the documents to be translated and white paper for me to copy were prepared on the right side of the desk.

Well, it has always been in full swing. Bettesi nodded slightly. In order to avoid interference between the movements on both sides, Bettesi was lying on the left side of the desk.

Since I found that sitting and riding position would interfere with my body bend forward, I would have to change a position that would not interfere with me. After several awkward attempts, Beatrice and I finally remembered to take advantage of the location and start with this desk with two adults with arms wide open arms.

Looking back on the bad movies I have watched in the past, any story that happens in school or office usually has a story about using the desk as a bed or letting the woman lie on the table so that the man can exercise the thrust behind him.

After leaving the modern earth for so long, I never thought that now I could experience what the mood and feelings of the male actors in the film were.

My friend is still in Beatres' body so far, but in the series of violent exercises just now, it seems that it accidentally went deeper. Although there is no cross-sectional diagram to refer to my friend's status at this time, the pain that constantly passes back to my mind from the cross-section makes me deeply understand that sometimes it is a good thing for me without referring to the diagram.

I only listened to part of health education at the beginning, and the plot in the bad book was too detached from reality. Even if I had known that I had rolled off the bed sheets like this, a certain layer of film in Beatreith's body would definitely be broken so much that it could not be broken. But every time I had sex with Beatreith next time, I still felt that my friends seemed to have broken through some level that should not have been broken.

Well, no matter what, my friend is just a regular length and size. No matter how petite Beatrice looks, it is not said that it will penetrate into a small room that gives birth to life.

Expelling the irrelevant random thoughts from my head, I turned the pen in my palm and tried to say to Beatres in a calm manner: The halftime break is over, and we will start again after listening to me count three times.

No problem. I guess because I'm just blocked now, Beatrice didn't keep talking as hard as he was when the piston was moving. But her cheeks were rosier than usual.

One, two, three... construction begins!

Haha? Beatrice did not respond. Instead, she let out a muffled groan, not knowing whether it was comfortable or painful.

Papa is like jogging. You must adjust the appropriate breathing and the frequency of front and back movements to be able to flow continuously. I remember that the reason why the internal strength of internal power in the body of an expert in ancient times was that it was closely related to their breathing style when exercising their exercises.

Front, back, front, back.

After confirming that my lower body had no stagnation, I was finally able to continue the translation work at hand. I believe that even the ex-Demon King, who showed excellent layout ability, had unexpectedly expected that his successor would translate the important documents he left behind while having sex... I'm sorry to say it wrong, it should be a guide.

Burying his head in their respective work, Beatre and I fell into a brief silence for a moment. Apart from Beatre's occasional low breathing that could not be suppressed, the rustling writing and the sound of paper turning on the pages in the entire book were the sound of our skin being compatible.

In order to facilitate writing, my upper body cannot leave the desk for too long, so my lower body naturally cannot make too violent movements. However, this behavior that cannot bring shock to the vision at first glance has the greatest burden on the muscles. In the first hundred movements, I still have the energy to care about the swing frequency. Later, my lower body was simply thought of as a pendulum wall clock, swinging left, swing right... I subconsciously wrote the left swing right swing on the translation paper, and quickly made a double horizontal line to cross out the text written by this error.

The translation is opened again, but because the lower body is in motion, it is really difficult for me to focus on the translation, especially the whine of my friends always echoes in my mind and cannot be removed.

As Beatrice said, the flower elf's ability to think will increase significantly when having close contact with her lover. Even though her lower body is raging back and forth by a weapon of inconsistent size, Beatrice's speed of reading documents is quite fast. She even gasps while she has the energy to pay attention to my working status and cares about it:... Xu Mo... is tired... rest...

Obviously, the language center and thinking are two different fields. Beatrice's mouth is full of words that cut off the head and pinch the tail. However, in order to say these short words, Beatrice's forehead is still sweating.

Work has only started for a few minutes. Even if I want to rest, I have to ejaculate for a round... I was shocked to be bad. My friend did not give me any other feelings except pain and torture. If I were to shake, I might still get pleasure from it, but the problem is that he is a completely normal person in terms of sexual fetishness. If I use the squirting as the standard for rest, I would probably have to play with Beatres all the way until the sun sets.

With the current state where all my friends are strangled to death, it is better to let it spew blood faster than let it spew out the white and turbid life essence.

A slight muffled groan from his throat, and Beatrice gritted his teeth and continued to hold back his words with great difficulty:...Xu Mo...No need...then...ha...

If you want to speak, speak well, don't make it look like you're seriously injured and dying. After complaining about Beatre, I immediately slapped my head. I forgot that I could stop the pendulum movement of my lower body was too smooth, so that Beatre could finish the words normally.

Pull my friend out of Betrex's body. At the moment when I saw the light of day again, I seemed to see my friend showing a cool smile. Of course, all this was just my fantasy. On the contrary, the front part of my friend was almost pinched to the point of being pinched in Betrex's body. If it weren't for the subtle dialogue with my friend, I would have really wanted to comfort it with my heartache at this moment, and it means that it was really difficult for you just now.

After being unconnected, Beatrice leaned on the table and panted for a while before then lifting up, reaching out and pushing away the strands of hair hanging down to his forehead. Her face was rosy and almost hypochondria: When a lover is intercourse, the flower elf will strengthen not only thinking, but in fact, even memory is included in the reinforcement project. Xu Mo actually does not need to completely translate the file. As long as I read the content of the file aloud in the intercourse, I can remember it.

I took a deep breath, and even if I didn't just imagine this behavior, it was shocking: Did you ask me to recite loudly while rolling on the sheets?

No. Beatrice shook her head left and right: there are no bed sheets here, only documents and desks.

Cough, this is a sense of humor! I coughed twice and tried to change the topic: Since there is such a convenient way to say it, why didn’t you say it earlier?

Bi Cuisi lowered her head, and a look of guilt appeared on her little face that had not yet faded: I haven't seen Xu Mo for too long, and I forgot about this for a while. It was not until I saw Xu Mo's hard-working appearance that I remembered again.

Seeing Biqusi's ashamed look, I had no intention of pursuing it. After smearing her face with her palm, I picked up the guidebook written by her ex-Demon King in Traditional Chinese: Okay, let's do it again.

OK. Beatrice nodded and leaned back to the table, then turned around and asked: Do you need my help?

What to help?

Find the position. Beatrice maintained her upper body lying on the table, put her two little hands behind her back and placed her thighs, and separated the two tightly closed gaps in front of me, revealing a touch of pink that was different from her fair skin.

Damn, I don't need you to help me with health education in person. Even if I don't have your guidance, I won't insert the wrong place! I quickly covered my eyes with my hands. I really don't know why anyone could stare at this fleshy part and look at it with relish. Even if Betrite had a criminal record, I was still caught in a bad situation.

Bi Cuisi whispered: Actually, it doesn’t matter if you insert the wrong place. I remember Xu Mo, you seem to have a hobby in this area.

Stop, let's start directly! After forcibly interrupting Beatrice's question speech, I patted my chest with lingering fear: I always feel that something bad will happen if you let it continue, such as harmony or harmony and harmony.

I pressed my friend against the entrance of the cave. Even though the size was a bit inconsistent, I could still stuff it in as long as I tried to push it with all my strength. Moreover, I just expanded not long ago, so this time I entered it was not as difficult as at the beginning.

Seeing my friend sinking into Beculi's body, I opened the document of my ex-demon king and deliberately cleared my throat before reading it: An An, I am the third generation of demon king.

After listening to me read a passage, Beatrice followed behind and said with a very awkward saying: "Ah...ha... I... the third generation... king...

No, it's full of complaints. Even the most weird and dirty movies will not appear in such weird plots, reading aloud, right?!

Thinking that all this is for the convenience of work, I forced myself to resist the urge to turn over the table and read out the second paragraph of the article: My successor, although I don’t know your name and appearance, since I can understand this document...

This time I couldn't finish my words, because after a rotating sound in the study, the door handle was opened unceremoniously by the people outside.

Because Sano and Diana are knights, they pay special attention to etiquette when facing me, and the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers do not have the right to see me directly. After experiencing a series of deletion methods, the true face of the person who pushed open the door was naturally Luvika, the seraphic angel.

Ignoring me and Beatrice who were closely connected, Luweika walked into the study with a cold face and drew a book from the bookshelf. Then she turned around and walked out of the study like nothing happened, leaving only a comment that almost freezes before closing the door.

The desire to reproduce is strong.

No, I am innocent! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Thanks to Shuangcheng Street Cat for the reward and Bai Ya’s two monthly tickets!
Chapter completed!