Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)

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　　 Yan Zhaozhao blinked her eyes, her eyes were full of incomprehension, but before she had a chance to continue asking, Xie Ciyan had already picked up the woman and walked back to the bed in the inner room.

　　He twisted the tie around Yan Zhaozhao's waist with his fingertips, and with a slight pull, he could untie the thin pajamas. Her fingertips, which were slightly cool, were suddenly held by a slender little hand. She looked a little wary of the unknown, "Xie Ciyan, what are you going to do?"

　　The man asked instead of answering, with a little smugness in his eyes. "Zhao Zhao, have you forgotten that you lost just now?" The implication was that no matter what he was going to do now, Yan Zhaozhao had to cooperate.

　　She was so angry that she glared at Xie Ciyan again, and was about to let go of the hand holding his fingertips. But Xie Ciyan took advantage of the situation and opened his palm to take her into his palm, and pulled open the tie around her pajamas waist with her hand. There was a sudden chill in front of her, and when she came to her senses, her collar was already open. The lotus color matched the woman's skin tone very well. Her skin was like a piece of fine jade, delicate and smooth to the

　　touch. Any man who saw it would be tempted. Xie Ci Yan could no longer resist the impulse, and gently stroked the smooth back with his palm. After his fingertips found the bellyband straps, he hurriedly tore it open. There was no longer any obstruction in front of her, and a pair of round and white snow-white breasts came into the man's sight. His breath was inevitably choked, and the evil thing under him seemed to be swollen and painful.

　　His Adam's apple rolled, and he moved his eyes to the purple jade goat-hair brush in his hand. "I write a poem for Zhao Zhao, okay?" The moment the words fell, the tip of the extremely soft goat-hair brush gently swept across Yan Zhao Zhao's already hard lotus stamens. Her soft body trembled suddenly, and a moan came out of her throat. "If Zhao Zhao can feel what poem it is, then I will reward Zhao Zhao for treating me like this."

　　"Umm--you..." A tingling sensation spread like thunder and lightning, and her whole body could not stop trembling. In this case, how could she feel what poem Xie Ci Yan wrote? But she was powerless to resist. The soft hair tip had once again swept across the other nipple, and the words she wanted to say were only a long moan, and the words were incoherent. "Hmm..." "

　　Then let's start."

　　Xie Ci Yan began to paint on her body bit by bit, one stroke at a time, and each stroke seemed to intentionally or unintentionally sweep across her erect and sensitive red plum. "Hmm--Xie, Xie Ci Yan... It's so itchy..."

　　Yan Zhao Zhao twisted her body, as if to avoid the sheep-hair brush that brought her waves of trembling, but she couldn't bear Xie Ci Yan's persistence in painting on her chest stroke by stroke, as if he was really writing something.

　　The desire that had just been slightly eliminated by masturbation was now completely aroused. It seemed that all the nerves in her brain were concentrated on her chest. Every time he used the soft pen tip to sweep back and forth over the erect nipple, waves of intense numbness would come over her like waves. The pleasure submerged her in this sea of ​​desire in the world of mortals. She could not escape and could only endure it with her whole body shaking like a sieve. "Well - don't, don't do it... Um ha..."

　　Xie Ciyan's hoarse voice did not stop, and it reached her ears, "Did Zhao Zhao guess it?"

　　How could Yan Zhao Zhao guess it? Her brain had long been twisted into a paste by this bone-grinding pleasure, which had stuck all her mind together and made her unable to think at all. She could only make up a random sentence, "Huang... Helou."