Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

65. Lick (H)

Chu Fan blushed when he said that, and retorted softly, "I didn't coax you."

"Well, good." Ziwei placed her kiss on the crevice of her neck, kissed her inch by inch, tore off her clothes, panting hot, "You're not coaxing me..."

Chu Fan whispered again, no, and the quilt blocked his lips slightly.

He reached between his teeth and sucked a little sweet juice. He felt thirsty all of a sudden. He hooked his long fingers on the button of his clothes, licked the tip of his tongue down the bottom, moved it to his chest, and drew a soft bulge.

A lot of long hair hangs down her waist, cold and smooth, winding around her navel.

Chu Fan twisted his waist and felt itchy.

"Don't move." Ziwei pushed her against the wall by the window, bent her waist and lowered her head, and licked down the soft flesh on her stomach, stained with some wet and shiny marks.

The bright moonlight, mixed with silver hair, pulled away in strands, and the coolness penetrated into the legs. She tilted her head up, her cheeks flushed, her arms resting on his shoulders, almost teetering.

He opened Chu Fan's legs a little and squeezed in.

In places where there is often no light, the fat is smooth and soft, and the bulging flesh is even more sensitive. The tip of the tongue pushes up the light trousers, soaks the piece wet, and stabs it lightly.

Being stimulated, Chu Fan shivered, and some honey liquid overflowed from the acupoint.

The tongue is rough, rubbing open the trousers, scraping the flesh back and forth, only going in a little at a time, and then quickly pulling away, never going deep, making it more and more unbearable.

Chu Fan tightened his arms and grabbed his shoulders, "Daoist..."

"Don't shake...I can't eat it." His voice was a little sticky, like he was laughing.

Chu Fan blushed with shame, his legs seemed to touch the tip of his tall nose, scratching at the hot and sticky hole, "You...don't be like this..."

She was about to cry, how, how could she use this posture.

Her body was weak, her legs were shaking, she couldn't help sinking, and the tender flesh pressed against his face, it was almost as if Chu Fan wanted to put it in his mouth.

"Dao, Taoist master...you get up, how about you get up?" Chu Fan groaned, his whole body hot.

Men don't listen.

Strong arms grabbed his waist and crotch, his tongue turned over his lips, he first kissed closely around him, teasing for a long time, until the flower pedicle swelled up and pressed tightly against the bridge of his nose, and he opened his mouth as if he was kind. Put your clitoris in your mouth.

Chu Fan raised his neck, his body sank heavily, and his screams were short and high-pitched.

The clothes swayed with the body, and under the wide robe, who would have thought of this scene.

He tilted his chin slightly, revealing a long and graceful neck, his Adam's apple rolling, rolling and sucking, raising an arc.

The fox tail clings and wraps up, rolling up the woman's waist in the air, making the posture more lewd.

Chu Fan stretched his legs and stretched his toes.

The barbs on the tongue, the tender heart scraped on the lips, the clitoris was stimulated to the point of tingling and trembling, red and swollen, extremely sore and numb, and the sound of water pumping was loud.

Chu Fan bit her wrist and blocked the whimper. A fox tail swam up and pulled her hand away. The moan gradually became messier and louder.

"Daoist...Daoist." She cried pitifully.

All the fragile folds were opened, and his tongue was warm, licking and sucking to drill in, often repeating, never stopping, but he refused to give her a good time.

Really dodgy.

Chu Fan rubbed his lower body, the flesh core was grinding against the bridge of his nose, his mind was in chaos, just wanting to be happy.

But at this time, he pulled away.

Ziwei's chin was still dripping water, her lips were lustrous and ruddy, and she pulled out a bright silk thread. He carried the trembling Chu Fan back to the bed and leaned over.

The wet and hot lips, still soaked in water, wiped on her face, Zi Wei smiled softly, "Please."

"You go in..." Chu Fan's eyelashes were tucked into tears, and he rubbed his lower body against his abdominal muscles.

She wept softly and rubbed against him, "Would you like to go in?"

He said again, with a dark tone, "Please beg me."

The small hole licked on the abdominal muscles of his waist and crotch, and the body fluid flowed down the stretched gully. Chu Fan rode down, rubbing against the bulging cock between his buttocks. As soon as he touched it, he dodged again.

Chu Fan was about to cry, his grievance was unspeakable, "Why, how did you become like this."

"Why are you still like a child..." Ziwei swallowed, "Don't rub, be good, be obedient."

The thin underclothes had already fallen down while rubbing, Chu Fan stared straight at him, sliding down from his tough chest to his waist, those tight muscles would reveal a few deep grooves due to inadvertent tension.

Chu Fan didn't dare to look anymore, and buried his head in his neck, "Are you seducing me..."

Ziwei gasped frequently, holding back his pleasure, his voice hoarse, "Why are you still calling, you."

He suddenly lifted his waist to his hips, his genitals rolling and sliding between her legs, "Why are you so unsatisfactory."

Chu Fan was made to moan by him, his palms loosened and clenched, and a few silver hairs fell off, his waist was numb, and the huge glans had blooming lips, which were not inserted. .

Ziwei propped up his body, his penis slipped, he clearly wanted to burn his body, but his eyes were empty and clear.

He lowered his eyes, the two rows of eyelashes were thick, slowly opening like a phoenix tail, revealing clear and clear blue eyes, thrilling and confusing.

He stretched out a finger and placed it on Chu Fan's forehead, sliding over the tip of his nose and lips in turn, and docked at her heart.

Fingertips are cool and clear.

"Look..." Zi Wei smiled suddenly, the corners of his lips twitched, "Is there a mess here?"

The heartbeat stopped because of this.

Chu Fan seemed to understand what it meant to be a calamity girl.

He lowered his head and lay in ambush on her chest, his silver hair falling down softly and falling down.

Hearing the staggered drumming, one after another, a louder heartbeat. So Zi laughed softly, his voice must be content, vague and hoarse.

"Fan Niang, you are messing up."