Dog Man

"Dog Man" Uh-huh...

The obscene sound of snapping formed a three-dimensional surround pattern in this small warehouse.

Yan Zhao fucked her very hard. Compared with the last time, this time he was really determined to fuck Qiao Jiang to death. The force was heavy and the speed was even faster. His continuous thrusts made Qiao Jiang moan uncontrollably. She Every time I climaxed, I would grab his arm and tell him to stop.

But this bitch man didn’t stop every time, and grabbed her waist and fucked her harder and harder.

Qiao Jiang’s eyes were so hot that her physiological tears were flowing out uncontrollably. She had just experienced an orgasm, and the water in her hole was still dripping down. Yan Zhao held her in his arms, stood under the bed, and stretched out his hips. Fuck her.

The spring bed was so noisy that he was worried about being heard by people passing by outside.

Qiao Jiang hung her hands behind his neck and was so fucked by the man that she couldn’t help but bite his neck.

The thick and long sexual organ pushed against the cervix again and again, and the pleasure was so deep that Qiao Jiang could no longer control her physiological tears. She wanted to scream uncontrollably in her throat. Yan Zhao, a dog man, fucked her hard. She didn’t know what was happening. Because Li Xiaolan outside was let go last time.

Li Xiaolan’s voice came from outside: “Jiang Jiang? Jiang Jiang?”

Qiao Jiang bit Yan Zhao’s neck and pinched his back with his fingers, hoping that he would slow down. As a result, Yan Zhao heard Li Xiaolan’s voice. , directly holding her behind the iron gate, grabbing her two fleshy buttocks with both hands, and pushing up crazily with his crotch.

The black cock pushed in again and again, and the force was so strong that I wanted to fuck both balls.

The wet and soft hole was sore from being hit, and something was about to surge out. Qiao Jiang straightened her waist and let out a muffled cry in her throat: “Uh-huh…”

Yan Zhao knew that she was coming, and held her tightly with his two big hands. He pinched both sides of her buttocks tightly and pounded into her hole.

After dozens of thrusts, Qiao Jiang’s lower abdomen trembled and she climaxed. She bit his neck tightly to prevent her moans from overflowing, but the pleasure traveled along her limbs and bones to her scalp. She was in extreme pleasure. , released his teeth, gasped and bit the man’s Adam’s apple.

It smells like sweat, not pleasant.

But the man’s heavy breathing pleased her. Qiao Jiang half-closed her eyes, lowered her head and sucked on the raised joint, sucking, sucking and licking it like a kiss.

There was a ping-pong-pong sound, and Yan Zhao didn’t know what he stepped on. He pushed the things on the table to the ground randomly, hugged her in front of the table, pressed the back of her neck, and pinned her on the table. Hold the dick with your hand and insert it from behind.

The fan was right next to Qiao Jiang. She raised her hand and turned the fan towards herself. As soon as she raised her face, she was stabbed by the huge object and let out a low cry.

The fan amplified her voice, and she heard her own moans and gasps, heard the man’s heavy breathing as he leaned over to bite her shoulder, and heard the clear sound of his palm landing on her buttocks.

Every time he slapped her ass, he fucked her hard.

The moment her buttocks trembled, her genitals rammed into her body.

With her soul in the air and her soul out of her body, Qiao Jiang was forced to hold the edge of the table with both hands. In her wandering eyes, there were the man’s black fingers grabbing and rubbing her breasts. He was rubbing her in different ways. When she climaxed, He grabbed her soft and sagging waist and pushed her wildly.

She couldn’t bear it, the pleasure surged like a tide, and the strings in her brain seemed to have been broken.

She screamed.

As soon as the sound came out, Yan Zhao reached out to cover it, and her vision was covered by the hot liquid pouring out of her eyes. She was knocked unconscious, and all that was left in her ears was the dull whimpering that was covered in the palm of her hand.