Xie Ciyan's eyes became darker, and his dark pupils without a trace of light were like a deep pool that led to depravity. As long as he looked at Yan Zhaozhao, the self-control he had been proud of before would completely collapse. Just one word from her would be enough to drive him crazy, and he would only want to die on her.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the desire in his lower abdomen rose sharply, burning as if it was about to burn.
His index finger touched the wet and shiny flower hole, and the tip of his finger gently stroked along the hole, stained with her spring fluid that kept flowing out of her passion, and rubbed the hard and swollen flower clitoris lightly and heavily. "Zhao Zhao, which one do you want me to give you, huh?"
The strange and familiar pleasure immediately invaded from between his legs, like a strong electric current rushing straight to his scalp, and the back of his head was suddenly numbed by the electricity, as if even his nerves were numb. "Um... so, so itchy..."
Yan Zhaozhao's body was limp, and her hands almost couldn't hold on and fell into his arms. "Thank you, thank you Ci Yan... It's so itchy..."
She moaned in a long voice, her voice was delicate and charming, and the tail tone was trembling slightly. Even just calling his name lightly felt extremely obscene.
Xie Ci Yan's breathing gradually became heavier, and his slender fingers were covered with spring water. He inserted another finger into the vagina. "Hmm..." The woman in his arms moaned more heavily, and he lowered his eyes, but his hands moved more and more vigorously. He inserted two fingers into her flower hole, each insertion was more intense than the last, and his thumb was also restlessly rubbing the top of the flower clitoris with the tip of his finger, and sometimes he used his fingernails to dig it hard and sometimes lightly.
"Hmm, um..." He rubbed and pressed very quickly and knew that he would not stop. The surging pleasure swept over and over, causing waves of tremors under the skin. "Too, too fast..., um——"
A tingling sensation exploded between her legs. Yan Zhaozhao shuddered all over, her waist and abdomen pushed up with her hips, trying to escape from the overwhelming and yet irresistible bliss.
Xie Ciyan grabbed her lower back with his big hand and pressed her back into his arms. Yan Zhaozhao leaned on his shoulder somewhat weakly, her breath with the fragrance of the albizzia flowers sprayed all over his neck. He tilted his head slightly and bit Yan Zhaozhao's earlobe, licking it carefully with the tip of his tongue and gently biting it with his teeth. "Zhaozhao is so tight." Her ears were extremely sensitive. With just a little teasing, her flower hole would clamp tightly. His fingertips were tightly wrapped by the soft flesh. The tight and warm feeling made his lower back numb, and his desire deepened.
The long finger with distinct joints was inserted to the bottom, and the fingertips pressed against the sensitive point in the hole and rubbed it fiercely, and then quickly pulled out, with a few strands of silver threads on the fingers. The obscene sound of water spread from the bed, and the obscene sound made people feel drunk.
"Um...ah...slow...slow down...um——"
How could Xie Ciyan listen to her in bed? Not only did he not slow down at all, his movements were even more violent than before. The index finger and middle finger quickly thrust in and out of the flower hole, and the thumb fiddled and rubbed the flower clitoris back and forth, stimulating the erect and swollen little red bean to feel both sour and numb. The pleasure surged towards her like a wave, wanting to drown Yan Zhaozhao in it.
"Mmm...ah, ah..." She was fucked by Xie Ciyan's fingertips so hard that even her toes curled up. Her flower hole and clitoris were played with so fiercely by him at the same time. She couldn't hide her pleasure at all, and each wave was higher and more numb. "Mmm, soon...I'm coming...Ahh——"
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...