Dog Man

"Dog Man" fuck me

Qiao Jiang hadn't been back for two months, and the room was full of dust. It was a little late to find the cleaning staff at this time. She went in and turned on the air conditioner, opened all the windows, then took off her dress and took a bath in the bathtub.

She didn't soak for too long because she was so hungry that her stomach ached. She only soaked for eight minutes before she came out wet and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it, throwing all the expired instant products into the trash can. There were only a few cup noodles with different flavors left, which Zhang Yunyun brought secretly. Her parents restricted her from eating these junk foods. If she wanted to eat them occasionally, she would come to her place.

She picked one at random, boiled water, then took out the facial mask and applied it to her face. She turned on the TV to watch financial news. When the water boiled, she opened the cup of noodles and poured the boiling water in. Then she took off the facial mask and threw it into the trash can. Wash your hands and face in the bathroom.

There was a calendar on the niche of the sink, and the notes on it were filled with every day's itinerary. Every day she opened her eyes here was filled with work, and only circles were drawn on Saturdays and Sundays to remind her that she should accompany Gao Jinlan.

So, which step did I do wrong?

She looked at herself in the mirror expressionlessly, as if questioning silently.

The cup noodles were a bit spicy. She took two bites and the tip of her tongue was numb from the spiciness. She had just found a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet when the sound of a password unlocking came from outside the door. Then the door opened and Yan Zhao appeared in sight.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and sweatpants, carrying a bag of dumplings in his left hand and a bag of oranges in his right hand. He smelled the smell of instant noodles in the air, and his eyebrows furrowed: "Is this what you want for dinner?"

He walked straight in and held his hand Put the contents on the coffee table.

Qiao Jiang searched for a long time but couldn't find the corkscrew, so she knocked the red wine on the coffee table, broke the bottle mouth, and poured it into a tall glass.

"Give it to me." Yan Zhao was worried that she would hurt her hand, so he reached out to take it. Qiao Jiang didn't hand it to him. After pouring the wine, he put the red wine down and took the goblet and poured it into his mouth.

Yan Zhao could see that she was not in a good mood, so he took the goblet in her hand, held her in his arms, pressed the back of her head to her chest, and asked her, "What happened?"

"Hot? " " Qiao Jiang didn't want to speak, but her tongue was still numb from the alcohol. She frowned, pushed his chest, and said in a gloomy voice, "Get away from

her ." A little, he held her chin, raised her whole face, then kissed her, sucked and stirred her tongue.

Unlike Li Xiaolan, Yan Zhao's kisses are always rough, predatory, wild and passionate, even his breathing is wild, like a wolf ready to strike, grabbing the opponent's vitals and refusing to let go. .

Qiao Jiang couldn't push him away, so she pinched his nipples with her hands. Yan Zhao hissed in pain, and then bit her lips harder. He lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around her waist. On her side, a broad palm fell on her back, patting her gently a few times, as if to comfort her.

"Is it still spicy?" He stepped back a little distance.

Qiao Jiang could see his Adam's apple rolling when he spoke, the veins on his neck that popped up involuntarily when he kissed, his undulating chest muscles, looking upward, new stubble appearing on his chin, and his lips being moistened by body fluids.

She reached out to touch his Adam's apple, and the raised bone rolled up and down with her movements.

"Don't do it." He held her hand, "You haven't eaten yet, and I brought dumplings. Do you want to eat them?"

He was already hard, and his hard penis was pressing against her buttocks through the bathrobe.

Qiao Jiang took off her bathrobe and sat naked on top of him. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her two fair breasts were erect and perky, and her nipples stood pink. She looked at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes without any emotion. He said: "Ah Da."

His tone was lazy but extremely seductive: "Fuck me."