Dog Man

"Dog Man" bites

When someone came over on the mountain road, Yan Zhao turned off the car lights and held Qiao Jiang against the car door.

Qiao Jiang’s breasts were very beautiful, round and bulging. When Yan Zhao held her legs and fucked her, the two lumps of breasts were swaying in front of his eyes. He lowered his head to bite the pink nipples, and he could feel them next to his ears. Qiao Jiang’s unbearable moans were heard.

Her screams were not loud, almost all coming from her nasal cavity, breathy and quite seductive.

Yan Zhao held her in his arms and fucked her dozens of times, and she climaxed with trembling waist. There was sticky semen flowing out from the place where the genitals connected. Yan Zhao stepped back, and the semen flowed down her thighs.

He fucked him hard again, pushing his long and thick penis into the deepest part again and again. Qiao Jiang had just climaxed and couldn’t bear his violent fucking. She scratched his chest with her five fingers, leaving bright red fingerprints. She arched her waist and raised her neck, her slender waist tightened, and she began to tremble violently the next second.

She bit the other side of his neck, this time biting deeper, breaking the skin and bleeding.

When Yan Zhao let go of her, Qiao Jiang’s mouth was full of blood. She was still in a daze, and her eyes were blurred.

He carried the person into the car, reached out and touched his neck, and there was blood on his hand.

Qiao Jiang was a little tired. She lay motionless in the back seat, her eyes half closed, as if she was sleeping but not asleep.

Yan Zhao could see that the irritation between her brows was gone, and her whole body was as calm as the water in the lake, but he knew that once those eyes were opened, they would reveal all kinds of world-weary emotions.

It seemed like the whole world owed her something.

He tied the condom and threw it in the carriage. After getting dressed, he took Qiao Jiang’s cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a puff.

Qiao Jiang finally reacted and said in a hoarse voice: “Drive.”

Yan Zhao looked back. She was lying on her side without opening her eyes. Her palm-sized face was flushed, and her fair arms were draped under the seat. Her plump breasts were squeezed by the seat, and his rough fingerprints were left on the exposed skin.

She has a very good figure, with a slim waist and long legs, and her skin is as tender as tofu. It feels like water will flow out of her if she pinches it hard with her fingers.

“Where to go?” He started the car and turned around to ask her.

“Mid-level villa.” She said in a lazy voice.

Yan Zhao threw his white shirt into the back seat, barely covering her body, and then drove the car to the Mid-Levels Villa.

Street lights were shining down the mountain in the direction leading to the villa. Those lights were reflected on Qiao Jiang’s face through the car window. She half-squinted her eyes and looked out the window. The scenery passing by left only an orange circle in her eyes. Shaped lamp.

Like oranges.

Oranges again.

There is a small wooden sign specially designed by Gao Jinlan at the door of Qiao Jiang’s newly rented villa. It is difficult to see clearly at night, but it is very conspicuous during the day. It has the word “Qiao” written on it.

Yan Zhao parked the car in front of the villa. Qiao Jiang was about to get out of the car with her shirt on. He jumped out of the corner of his eye, opened the back seat door, grabbed one of her legs, forced her to put on underwear, and wrapped her with the shirt. , and then hugged the person in.

She had no strength and was too lazy to move.

Instructing Yan Zhao to carry her to the bathroom, he stood under the shower head and closed his eyes to take a shower.

Her nipples were red, swollen and sore from being sucked by the man. She frowned slightly, did not apply any more shower gel, rinsed them briefly, put on her bathrobe and walked out.

Her legs were so sore that it felt like she had run with weights for more than ten kilometers. Although her body was tired, her mood was unexpectedly good. She wiped her hair with a towel and walked to the living room. Yan Zhao had already left, and the lights in the living room were still on. With.

Qiao Jiang opened the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine from it, found a goblet and poured himself a glass.

She only took two sips and then put it down, went into the room and lay down on the bed.

She slept very well that night, without any messy nightmares, but her limbs were sore and weak.

When I got up and looked in the mirror, I discovered a deep hickey on my back shoulder.

She thought of the way Yan Zhao ejaculated, holding her waist with his two big hands and slamming in fiercely and arbitrarily. His breath was as heavy as a cow. He lowered his head and took the skin of her back shoulder in his mouth, sucking hard, and the sound of gasping filled her ears. .

Pretty sexy.