Dog Man

No more "Dog Man"...

Qiao Jiang slept well, but it was very boring at night, as if someone was about to strangle him to death.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she found that she was hugged tightly by a man and it was difficult to breathe. She thought she was dreaming. She pushed with her fingers. The texture that her fingertips touched was tight and the touch was very real. She He opened his mouth to bite, but he didn't know where he was biting, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get away."

Yan Zhao thought she was having a nightmare, so he hugged her tighter: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Qiao Jiang: "? "

She was hugged tightly and airtight, and her limbs were so weak that she couldn't use any strength. She struggled angrily, but couldn't get away at all. In the end, she fell asleep again, and was woken up by the man again in the early morning. He pressed her down. On the bed, he pushed in from behind, almost thrusting her through her cervix ferociously, and then fucked her like a pile, immersing her completely every time.

The man's hot kiss fell on her spine. He raised his hand and slapped her buttocks. He held her shoulder with his thin lips and kissed her. The pleasure was so deep that Qiao Jiang almost cried out. She grabbed her body with both hands. She was lying on the sheets, shouting vaguely in her throat.

When the man pushed her hard, her lower abdomen spasmed and she began to tremble violently.

"No more..." Her mind went blank due to the orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that she could hardly control her body's reaction. Physiological tears burst out of her eyes. She grabbed the man's arm with her backhand and her voice was close to crying, "Asshole... no more." ..."

Yan Zhao grabbed her hand and pressed it on her buttocks, thrust his hips and fucked her hole dozens of times. Qiao Jiang's whole lower abdomen trembled and spasmed, and her back was trembling. She lay on the bed, Every time the man moved, she couldn't help but shiver.

The semen flowed down the center of her legs, soaking his thick pubic hair, and the junction of his genitals was filled with sticky white foam and semen.

Their cell phones were buzzing on the bedside. Yan Zhao grabbed her waist and thrust dozens of times before pulling out and ejaculating on her back.

Qiao Jiang hadn't recovered yet, and her body was still trembling. Yan Zhao took her mobile phone and looked at it. The caller ID was his assistant. He didn't answer it. He leaned in front of her face and brushed away the mess on her forehead. Fa, kissed her face and asked: "Do you answer the phone?"

Qiao Jiang didn't say anything, so he threw the phone on the bed, picked up his own phone and took a look. It was Yan's mother who called and asked where he was. , the fruit shop is in a hurry to get the goods.

Yan Zhao called back and walked to the living room before whispering: "I'll be back in a while."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of entering a password came from the door. Yan Zhao frowned and looked over. The door was opened and the assistant came in with documents. , when he saw a tall and burly man standing naked in the living room, his eyes widened in fear.

"Who are you?" Yan Zhao didn't shy away from the fact that he was still naked and stared at the assistant's face fiercely.

The assistant was so frightened that her voice stuttered: "I, I'm here to deliver information to Mr. Qiao, I'm her assistant."

"Oh." Yan Zhao felt relieved, put away his fierce eyes, and wanted to step forward to pick him up. After passing the documents, I realized that I had no clothes on, so I had to go into the room and put on a pair of pants.

The assistant could only think about the limp cock in the center of the other's leg.

He looked down at his crotch, clamped his legs in shame, and then silently said in his mind: It's so fucking big.

Qiao Jiang had recovered and was leaning on the bedside to smoke. Yan Zhao came in and put on his pants, took the cigarette from her hand and pinched it out: "Smoking in bed is too dangerous."

Qiao Jiang raised her eyelids and glanced at him, Holding his shoulders and pressing him down on the bed, she sat on his abdomen, picked up the lighter and lit another cigarette, pulled down his sweatpants, took a puff of the cigarette, and started flicking the ashes on his cock. .

"Is this safe?" she asked.

Yan Zhao: "..."

He spread out his limbs, lay relaxed on the bed, and said to her: "Just don't burn all my hair."

Qiao Jiang couldn't hold it back, and laughed while holding a cigarette.

"Idiot."