Dog Man

"Dog Man" Stop licking

Gao Jinlan couldn't be too tired. Before he could roll out more than a dozen dumpling wrappers, Qiao Jiang pulled him to the sofa and sat down to rest.

Miao Xue and others had already made more than forty dumplings. Auntie asked Qiao Jiang if she wanted to eat, and gave her a pot first. Father Yan and mother Yan went to the kitchen to help, while father and mother Miao continued to roll out the wrappers and wrap the dumplings. , Qiao Jiang went to wash his hands and prepare to eat dumplings, Yan Zhao also stood up and said he was going to wash his hands.

The two walked through the corridor together and entered the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, Yan Zhao pushed her against the door and kissed her. He was panting like a cow and breathing heavily. He held her face with one hand and rubbed her waist with the other.

"I almost suffocated to death with the towel last night." He bit her mouth, and he knew without guessing that it must be Qiao Jiang who wiped his face. Knowing this made him extremely happy.

Qiao Jiang grasped his hard penis and pointedly said: "I think it's very vigorous."

Yan Zhao held her hips and spread her legs on her waist, held her against the door and kissed her again and again: "I'm going to deliver the goods later. I can't come to you until I finish my work later."

"I have something to do tonight." Qiao Jiang tilted her head and covered his mouth with her index finger. "Wash your hands. I want to eat dumplings."

Yan Zhao took her hand away and kissed her again: "I want to eat her breasts."

Qiao Jiang pinched his nipples through the T-shirt: "Do you want to eat this? If you don't let me down, I will crush them."

Yan Zhao Zhao: "..."

He put her down obediently, watched Qiao Jiang wash her hands, rubbed her sore nipples, and followed her slowly to wash her hands. When Qiao Jiang wiped her hands, he turned his head and kissed her again. She, like a dog, is very clingy.

"Jiang Jiang?" Gao Jinlan shouted outside, "Your phone is ringing."

Qiao Jiang was sitting on the sink, her black and white shorts were lifted, her white underwear was pushed up, revealing two round breasts, and Yan Zhao was lowering his head. She took her breasts in her mouth and took big bites. She grabbed Yan Zhao's short hair with both hands, pressed the back of her head against the mirror, and breathed rapidly with her mouth open.

After hearing the sound, she cleared her throat, and then responded: "Here it comes."

Yan Zhao licked the pink nipples, then sucked the white breasts with big mouthfuls, and the clear swallowing sound made Qiao Jiang's breasts tremble. When the secretion of semen stopped, she pinched his shoulders and pushed his head back: "Stop licking."

The numbing pleasure made her limbs go weak and her tone of voice changed.

Yan Zhao straightened up and found her lips again, took her mouth and kissed her.

"Go get my phone." She was so wet that she couldn't walk.

Yan Zhao responded "Okay" with a rough voice.

He took two steps out and then came back. Qiao Jiang looked up and saw that his crotch was pushed up high by his genitals, and a round shape was poked out by the glans at the top.

He put his hand into his pants, straightened his penis and placed it on his abdomen. After looking in the mirror, he could still see the obvious bulge. After taking a long breath, he looked at Qiao Jiang: "I can't go soft now."

Qiao Jiang Jiang rolled her eyes at him, got off the sink, went to get a tissue, lifted up her skirt and wiped it briefly.

The small piece of fabric on the thong was completely wet.

"Just wear this?" Yan Zhao walked up to her and saw such a small piece of fabric under her skirt, his eyes were deep and heavy.

"Yeah." Qiao Jiang threw the tissue into the trash can and wiped the semen on his T-shirt with a loose voice, "Don't you look good?"

Yan Zhao grabbed her hand and pulled her to the faucet. Wash her hands, apply soap on her, and wipe her hands with a towel.

"Why don't you speak?" She raised her eyebrows, "Remember Rong Yan?"

Yan Zhao: "..."

He looked at her almost helplessly: "Rong Yan doesn't know how to wear this, and I didn't think of her either. I just I don't think it's safe for you to wear this. I'm afraid that a voyeur will take pictures of you. You are good-looking, your clothes are good, and your figure is... good-looking."

"Why do you talk so much about Rong Yan?" Looking at him.

Yan Zhao: "...I didn't."

Qiao Jiang was about to say no, but before she could say anything, Yan Zhao kissed her lips: "I really didn't."

"In front of you, I can't think of anything else. Woman."

"Tsk." Qiao Jiang narrowed his eyes, "A dog's mouth is quite good at talking about love."

Yan Zhao: "..."

He opened his mouth to her neck, thought about it, but still didn't want to bite it, and just kissed it.