QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Female CEO x Little Dog (9) [h]

The extremely sensitive glans immediately felt a sensation, like a small electric current, gurgling weakly, not so sensitive that it would spurt out, but it couldn't be ignored at all. In the vague vision, Han Lichuan could see her opening her mouth and wrapping the thing under him up and down.

Her smooth forehead, as well as a few strands of long hair falling next to it, and her thick and long eyelashes covering her uniquely charming eyes, the sides of her cheeks are slightly concave to her mouth, and her small mouth is stretched the round, pink lip flesh is vaguely visible at some point.

Just looking at it like this, Han Lichuan's cock couldn't help but get a little harder, and it stuck straight into Fan Zi's mouth.

Fan Zi could hardly wrap his cock. When he reached the limit, the glans had penetrated deep into her throat, making her want to spit it out.

She slowly took the huge thing out of her mouth, started kissing along the meat and balls, caressing it with the tip of her tongue, and then licked the body of the stick, like licking a lollipop.

Han Lichuan wanted to ejaculate, but he couldn't stand it anymore, both physically and visually.

But without the warmth of her mouth, exposed to the air, it was like a plug blocking the outlet, and he couldn't vent even if he wanted to.

"Hold it...Hold it..." He suddenly said, his body tensed, and his whole body like a
hard stone.

Fan Zi did as she was told, and her obedient appearance made Han Lichuan feel a little unnatural. However, he really couldn't bear it anymore. He was exposed to the warmth and tenderness again, and he could no longer stay calm.

Fan Zi thought that Han Lichuan had already thought about it and liked the feeling. She was about to lick him again when she found that Han Lichuan started to move on his own.

Although this is a bit joyful, like a salted fish jumping around on the chopping board. She didn't dare to laugh out loud. If Han Lichuan knew that his twitching was described like this, she estimated that the child would never do it again.

Han Lichuan was so forced that he was covered in sweat. Even though she was holding him in her mouth, the thrusting was uncomfortable and he still couldn't ejaculate.

With an anxious look on his face, Fan Zi looked up and said with a smile: "Stand on the side of the bed."

Han Lichuan didn't understand why he stood under the bed, but his body consciously did as Fan Zi said. He found that if he wanted to be comfortable, he must listen to Fan Zi in this regard.

When Han Lichuan stood on the side of the bed, Fan Zi knelt down beside the bed and started sucking his hot cock.

A thought suddenly flashed through Han Lichuan's mind. He pushed forward his waist unconsciously, and the glans touched a small piece of tender flesh, and felt like it was sliding deeper.

His movements became faster and faster. From the beginning, he was still worried about Fan Zi, but then he gradually pressed his hand on the back of Fan Zi's head, controlled her head, and jerked her head back and forth rapidly.

His body suddenly paused, and then he groaned suddenly, and a thick stream of turbidity sprayed out...

When he reacted, he immediately saw the marks on Fan Zi's face. Not only the corners of her mouth, but also her cheeks were covered with his thick semen.

It was clear at a glance what he had just done.

The arrogance just now immediately turned into a guilty conscience. Han Lichuan went to the side to get some paper in embarrassment: "I'll wipe your face."

Fan Zi didn't say anything. The semen didn't taste very good. It had a salty smell that made her feel a little uncomfortable. She still maintained her previous actions, waiting for Han Lichuan's service.

Han Lichuan wiped her face, and she leaned against him calmly: "Are you comfortable?"

"Well..." He couldn't resist the pleasure just now.