(Quick Wear) Baby You Are With The Wrong Person

379 (HIGH H)

☆, Pretender 13 (High H)

There was a splash, and the man broke the water angrily.

He was completely soaked. Fortunately, he had taken off his coat before, but his shirt and pants were also wet, and there were fish in his shoes.

"Yi Yao!"

The little woman on the shore was not afraid of his roar at all. Instead, she sat by the swimming pool and looked at the man's embarrassment with interest. "Is it fun?"

Zhao Nuo gritted his teeth. "You, tell me."

"I think it's good." She gloated, hanging her little feet in the pool and stepping on the water, with a "if you're unhappy, I'll take revenge" attitude.

The man's eyes darkened, and he swung his long legs and swam towards the shore. Yao Ji thought he was trying to catch her, so she quickly retracted her feet. Unexpectedly, he put one hand on the wall of the swimming pool and used his strength to jump up. He grabbed her legs and pressed her hard to the ground.

"Where did you get the popsicle?"

"In the refrigerator," she was caught by a pair of gloomy eyes. Such unabashed aggression undoubtedly revealed what this man wanted to do. Yao Ji tried to play dumb and handed the popsicle to her. She came to the man and said, "Do you want to eat?"

"No." As he said this, he took the popsicle, spread her legs, and pressed the hard but cold stick body against her hole.

Even through the bikini, the cold temperature still made the little man scream "Ah". "Asshole, what are you doing?!" She raised her willow eyebrows and her little face turned red with

anger. "Get away!" Zhao Nuo snorted: "You call me an asshole. If I don't do what an asshole should do, what's wrong with me?" It's not like you have to bear the bad name in vain." After saying that, he took a popsicle and grinded it on the hole. The top of the popsicle had been licked by Yao Ji, and some of it had melted. The ice-cold sugar water wetted her panties, outlining the delicate and delicate figure of the flower. contour.

She had not been loved by a man for several days, and her lips were tightly closed in a reserved manner, never revealing the majestic fragrance inside.

At this time, the foreign object was rubbing and spinning, and under the dual stimulation of numbness and coldness, the little flower gradually woke up. You can see clearly through the slightly opened mouth, and water gradually seeps out, mixing with the melted sugar water, making it even sweeter.

"Zhao Nuo, stop, stop...it's too cold...stop." The initial scolding became more and more charming, and the moans couldn't help but be mixed with the obstruction. Although it was cold, it was a wonderful feeling stimulated by the hard rod. , and Yao Ji couldn't help but soften her body. She tried to grab the man's hand that was making trouble between her legs, but it was in vain. She didn't dare to call Zhao Nuo a bastard anymore, so she had to beg for mercy, "I was wrong, you're not a bastard, it's okay if you're not a bastard."

Such coquettishness made the fire in Zhao Nuo's heart burn even more fiercely, "It's too late," he He said coldly, "The little mouth at the top can eat popsicles, why can't the little mouth at the bottom." The front end of the popsicle got stuck in the little man's wet slit, and the small mouth even sucked in a little bit of the top.

"Ah...come in, go in..." In fear, Yao Ji grabbed the man's arm, her legs stretched straight from the pleasure, and her round and lovely toes curled together tightly. It also felt like I was being fucked by a cock. It was just as hard and terrifying, but this cock was too cold. The coldness made the little pedicle hidden between the shells stick out, and the cold air invaded it. Shivering underneath.

It was rare that she looked so delicate and pitiful. Even in bed, this petite-looking woman was always unruly. Zhao Nuo liked to see her like this. When she bit her lip and stared at him, when her big eyes were filled with tears and pitifully begged for mercy, the fire in his heart always burst into flames. He wanted to see more, wanted to Give her more.

He held the wooden handle of the popsicle and actually used the top to grind the protruding vaginal core. How could that sensitive little pearl withstand such playing? The little woman moaned unbearably, spitting out stream after stream of semen from her hole, as if she had lost control under the constant stimulation, even the crooks of her legs were wet. .

　"Ah, um... no, no more... stop, ah... bastard, stop it!" Obviously, Zhao Nuo would never stop. He even grabbed the flower core and squeezed it flat, like kneading dough. Rubbing the poor little guy cruelly. Being twisted by the fingers, the little pearl, which was almost red from the cold, got the long-lost warmth, but soon the coldness came back again. The hard popsicle poked and rubbed, and Yao Ji had to whimper and plead softly, "No... Yaoyao can't do it anymore, ah... Husband, please, hubby... stop..."

　This sound pleased Zhao Nuo. He smiled and raised the corners of his lips: "Is it delicious, huh?" "Then he took the popsicle away mercifully.

　"No, I don't know..." The little woman twitched. She didn't even eat the popsicle.

　"It's okay, my husband will help you taste it." The man held the popsicle. The stick that had been wreaked on the private parts had mostly melted, and the dripping juice was flowing down. I don't know how much of it was sugar water, and how much of it was contaminated between the little man's legs. of obscene exposure. He stuck out his tongue, licked the body of the popsicle in front of Yao Ji, and ate the popsicle one by one.

　Such ambiguous behavior is undoubtedly a silent temptation. The soaked shirt clung to the man's muscular body, and the honey-colored muscles were looming under the fabric, and even his nipples could be seen. As his eyes dropped, his already hard cock was pushing up against his crotch. Even the outline of the glans could be seen because it was wet with water.

　Smelly man, Yao Ji thought bitterly, is he trying to seduce her? Itching inevitably appeared in the heart of the leg. It was already watering after being played with popsicles, but it was hard to bear it under the temptation of male sex.

　"Husband," she straightened up and hooked Zhao Nuo's neck like a weak and beautiful snake, "you ate my popsicle, you want to compensate me." "

　How to compensate?" Zhao Nuo's voice was hoarse.

　The beauty smiled slightly, tapped his chest with her slender fingers, and saw that he was lying on his back on the ground, with his waist swaying, his delicate body slowly sliding down, and resting on the man's crotch, which was ready to go.

　"Of course, I'll get a bigger, thicker one as a reward."