Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)

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　　Hearing that she was asked to dance, Yan Zhaozhao was stunned and her cheeks turned redder. Now, as long as she moved a little, the linen strip would instantly rub against her clitoris and vagina. How could she dance with big movements?

　　As if he could see what she was thinking, the man tightened his palm slightly, and the strip of cloth instantly rubbed against her clitoris, and his body trembled again. "If Miss Zhaozhao doesn't dance, then this general won't fuck you."

　　Yan Zhaozhao knew that he was doing it on purpose, to make her dance under such circumstances. Once the desire that had not been ignited for half a year was aroused, it would not be easy to eliminate, so she had to nod her head and agree.

　　Xie Ciyan was satisfied, and his smile deepened, with a hint of unnoticed expectation flashing in his eyes. The linen belt was very long. To facilitate her dancing, the man passed the belt around her white breasts and then fixed the two ends tightly at the back of her waist. With this entanglement, Yan Zhaozhao's breasts looked fuller, and as long as her body moved slightly, her breasts would shake violently up and down, which was more lewd than when she was naked.

　　And more sensitive.

　　Her body was tied with a linen belt, standing in front of Xie Ci Yan, and he kept looking at her. She felt her body was hot, as if everything was wrong, the mud between her legs was even worse, and the numbness in her flower hole was even more intense. She tried to rub her legs, but it was involved in the tight belt. Her legs softened and she couldn't stand up instantly, and her body limp like water.

　　"Miss Zhaozhao, you can start." Looking up, Xie Ci Yan actually stood up and took out a pot of fine wine from the wine cabinet, then sat back on the soft couch to fill a glass for himself, took a sip of the muddy wine, and waited for her to dance with a leisurely look. The

　　candlelight in the hall was slightly dim, adding a touch of ambiguity to the quiet atmosphere. Yan Zhaozhao tentatively raised her right foot slightly, and her toes lightly tapped on the soft blanket, as if she was stepping on the clouds. She gritted her teeth and covered her eyes with her arms, then spread them open again. Her graceful figure moved left and right, slowly lowering her waist, and then suddenly jumped, landing slightly unsteadily with her feet, and her soft waist twisted gently. The

　　jump just now was a bit big, and her legs were spread open a little. The belt actually penetrated deeper into her flower hole along the gap when she was moving. Even the belt tied on her back ridge slid into the gap between her buttocks and pressed tightly against her anus. When her feet touched the ground, the friction between her legs continued to stimulate, and the three extremely sensitive places of her flower clitoris, flower hole and anus were all severely pulled, and at the same time, a fierce and unfamiliar pleasure came. She shuddered all over, and a soft moan came out of her mouth, "Um--hmm..."

　　Yan Zhaozhao didn't dare to make any more big movements, so she had to spin. I thought that the rotation would not involve the legs, and it would be fine, but every time she turned around, the hemp belt would rub against her clitoris and vagina. The clitoris, which had already swollen and congested, would touch the belt from time to time. After just a few movements, she was shaking like a sieve and couldn't continue.

　　Her cheeks were tearful, and her smiling face was red. It seemed that her whole body had become sensitive points. As long as it was touched, it seemed to stimulate those three shameful places. What was hateful was that she felt comfortable with such constant friction. Her vagina even kept twitching, wanting to eat the belt deeper, but it was fruitless. The heart of the flower could only emit the tormenting emptiness continuously, and the spring water flowed down like a stream, wetting the base of the legs, and dripping on the ground.