Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)

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　　Yan Zhaozhao had already reached the limit of her patience, but this man was unwilling to let her go. He seemed to be teasing her. After arousing her desire, he didn't give her a quick fix. He hung her halfway in the middle of the cliff, making her extremely uncomfortable.

　　When Xie Ciyan heard that she wanted to do whatever she wanted to him, his eyebrows raised slightly. In addition to lust, there was also a little interest in his eyes. His voice was lazy, "Then I will have to endure Zhaozhao's will."

　　Yan Zhaozhao gritted her teeth and watched him say it so calmly. It was a sharp contrast to her own insanity just now. She was even more angry and was determined to get revenge!

　　She supported her hands on Xie Ciyan's firm abdomen, exerted her slender waist, tiptoed and raised her hips, propped up her body, and twisted her little buttocks to try to swallow the rough evil thing into her already wet and muddy flower hole. Yan Zhaozhao's flower hole first rubbed his huge glans, and then she could not wait to insert the evil thing into the flower hole.

　　"Ah——" The bright red and tender flower lips were pushed open inch by inch by the evil root. Xie Ciyan lowered his eyes and could clearly see that the narrow flower lips were dripping with spring water and swallowing the evil thing back and forth. Yan Zhaozhao's hands were soft, and the pleasure of being filled in an instant made her tremble with pleasure. She bent her waist wantonly, taking the evil thing into her flower hole, and the glans directly pressed against the center of the flower.

　　The pleasure that had been accumulated in her body and could not be vented was finally released a little at this time. At the moment when the evil thing was fully inserted into the center of the flower, the rough and hard shaft grinded over the sensitive points in her hole, easily soothing the places she had not touched before. Yan Zhaozhao's whole body stiffened, biting her lips and trembling as she reached the peak of the cloud. "Um ha... Xie, Xie Ci Yan..."

　　She couldn't help but call out Xie Ci Yan's name, her voice still permeated with a hint of spring, which made people's hearts flutter. Xie Ci Yan's eyes darkened, and he held her fingertips in his palm, and then interlocked his fingers with hers. "Zhao Zhao is really amazing, he climaxed just by insertion."

　　A sentence that seemed like a teasing, but it made Yan Zhao Zhao feel indignant, and she was even more determined to see his uncontrollable appearance. "Later... you, you must... don't beg for mercy."

　　After a small climax, a stream of gurgling spring water flowed out of her flower hole again. The soft flesh kept expanding and contracting, but it couldn't hold back the spring water that kept flowing down, and the entire shaft of Xie Ci Yan's evil creature was soaked thoroughly. A few strands of silver threads pulled and tugged at each other between his lower abdomen and the flower hole, and it was hard to let go. The

　　accumulated pleasure was only vented a little, and it was not satisfied at all. The tingling sensation in her vagina was really irritating. She couldn't bear it and exerted force again. She swung her waist and lifted her butt up, then sat down again. "Well--haah... so, so full..."

　　Yan Zhaozhao, who had tasted the pleasure, twisted her waist even harder, sinking her waist harder and harder, and the two round snow-white breasts on her chest kept rising and falling. Waves of pleasure were like waves. Her consciousness gradually became hazy, and her mind was almost paralyzed. It seemed that her mind was filled with only this evil thing under her, which kept sticking her nerves together. "Haah... so, so heavy... so, so, comfortable... well, ah ah--"

　　Yan Zhaozhao kept moaning. She pulled out the evil thing very quickly, and then sank her waist hard, allowing the evil thing to fuck her numb and itchy places with every swing of her waist. With every movement, the soft flesh in the flower hole kept twitching and absorbing the evil thing, shrinking and trembling, and holding the evil thing to flow out streams of spring water.

　　"Mmm, numb... so, so numb——"

　　Xie Ci Yan's heart was restless, and he couldn't help but gasp softly, with waves of intense pleasure rushing straight to the back of his head. Sometimes he half-squinted his eyes, and sometimes he unconsciously straightened his waist because of impatience, so that when Yan Zhaozhao bent down, the glans could press tighter and deeper against her soft heart.

　　He groaned, his temples throbbing, the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards, and his nerves were almost crazy with excitement. His eyes darkened, and he wanted to get up and press the woman back under him and fuck her hard with his waist.

　　But when his action fell into Yan Zhaozhao's eyes, he was immediately strictly prohibited. "You... don't move. It's clearly agreed... that I can do whatever I want... Mmm——"

　　Xie Ci Yan had no choice but to obey her.

　　At this moment, Yan Zhaozhao suddenly caught a glimpse of the goat-hair brush that Xie Ciyan had just put aside. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she picked up the goat-hair brush with her slender fingertips, and turned it around between her fingers like he had just done.

　　The spring water on the tip of the goat-hair brush had dried up a little, and the tip of the brush had become a little harder. She held the brush and lifted up his already loose collar, revealing his smooth and hard chest. Yan Zhaozhao smiled, with a bit of malicious charm in her eyes, which made her even more moving at the moment, with a faint sense of charm that made people sink into it.

　　She held the pen and swept it lightly from top to bottom in the center of his chest with clear ravines, and the tip of the pen stopped all the way to his belly button. "I heard that His Royal Highness the Regent loves to write poetry?" Without waiting for his answer, Yan Zhaozhao smiled suddenly, with a tone of appreciation. "It just so happens that I also want to write a poem for you, the Regent."

　　Yan Zhaozhao picked up the brush and gently circled his chest, and then circled around Xie Ciyan's erect red fruit. The action was neither light nor heavy, but it was full of teasing.

　　Now Xie Ciyan truly experienced the karma. The actions and behaviors he used on Yan Zhaozhao were now imitated one by one, and they became his own painfully. "Zhaozhao..."

　　Xie Ciyan opened his thin lips and uttered the word "tender". The pleasure in his body was instantly magnified, and the numb feeling all over his body rushed straight to his brain. The blood in his body seemed to flow faster than before. The pleasure spread to his meridians and blood vessels, but there was nowhere to vent. The evil thing buried deep in the flower hole swelled a circle and became more sensitive.

　　"That's right." She smiled, and the tip of the brush was on his well-defined abdominal muscles, following the distinct lines on it. The itch in her lower abdomen was also transmitted to her evil species, and it faintly jumped in her flower hole, as if clamoring to move. "Your Majesty, you don't know that in addition to writing poems, I also like to paint."

　　"I'll give you a painting." After she finished speaking, Yan Zhaozhao picked up the brush and turned it around his body wantonly and gently, sometimes deliberately sweeping and poking at the erect red fruit. Every time the man did this, he would frown slightly, and his eyes would be more lustful. Xie Ciyan felt a numbness in the back of his

　　head, his lower back was numb and soft, and the inside of his thighs were also sensitively tense. He tried to tighten his body in this way, but it was all in vain. The tingling feeling flowed under his skin like an electric current, and then rushed to the tail ridge, and pleasure suddenly exploded.

　　"Don't... Zhaozhao, don't... don't do it..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of flattery in his tone, "I was wrong, please forgive... me."

　　Yan Zhaozhao turned a deaf ear to him, and her waist, which had just stopped, began to rub slowly again at this moment. The engorged clitoris could sometimes grind against his hard abdominal muscles, causing a little tremor. "Regent, beg for mercy now..." The corners of her red mouth raised, one hand supported on the man's chest, and the other hand held a goat-hair brush to mess with his sensitive parts. Her waist swayed, and she raised her little butt and suddenly lowered her waist.

　　"It's too late..."