Dog Man

The end of "Dog Man"

It was snowing heavily outside, and a group of young people danced under the street lights holding flower umbrellas, their playful laughter echoing in the snow.

Someone is playing the piano in the hotel lobby, and a romantic Frenchman is playing the violin. A small woman wearing a palace dress is dancing on the stage. White snowflakes slowly fall through the automatic revolving door. In the dynamic background, it is cold winter. Give beauty to this world.

The TV cabinet in the house was removed and replaced with a fireplace.

The blazing fire lit up everything around her. Qiao Jiang lay naked on the sofa. The man behind him took a bottle of body lotion in his hand and applied it all over her body without complaint. However, his two claws stayed on her chest and buttocks for too long. A little longer.

She was sleepy, and the man lowered his head and took a bite of her buttocks: "It smells so good."

She raised her foot and stepped on his face, saying in a lazy voice: "Sleep."

"Okay." Yan Zhao helped her put the food in front of her. Turning off the computer, he leaned over to carry her to the bed, lay down next to her, put one arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Come home with me for dinner during the Chinese New Year." He kissed her ear. "My grandma bought a lot of food."

Qiao Jiang said a vague "hmm".

"There will be heavy snow tomorrow." He rubbed her waist, "I will build a snowman for you tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

"Qiao Jiang." He kissed her mouth again and again, "I love you."

Qiao Jiang seemed to be asleep, with her eyes closed and breathing evenly.

Yan Zhao pinched her nose and kissed her lips until she was starved of oxygen. He stretched out his hands to hit him, and then he turned her over and pinned her down, and kissed her passionately: "I heard that, why did you pretend not to listen?" "Are you there?"

Qiao Jiang bit his mouth: "It's so noisy!"

Yan Zhao smiled and kissed her lips, hooked the tip of her tongue and bit her, then spread her legs with one hand and pressed her side, his voice was rough: " Do it again."

Qiao Jiang was so angry that she bit him on the neck: "You fucking said that on the sofa!"

"Then you said you love me." He still smiled, holding his dick. She rubbed her hole, making her lips wet with semen, "I won't do it."

"Get out." Qiao Jiang turned over.

The man turned her back again, raised her arms above her head, and stared at hers with his dark pupils. He began to kiss her peach eyes, her upturned little nose, and finally her lips, He pecked slowly, and finally took her lips, put the tip of his tongue in, took her tongue and sucked it.

The glans was still hitting the fragile hole, which was wet all over. The thick and long shaft passed through the lips again and again, pushing against the sensitive clitoris, and then downwards again and again, stimulating the clitoris to become congested and even more irritated. Qiao Jiang's body was trembling.

"Do you want it?" Yan Zhao bit her ear, swept in with the tip of his tongue, took her ear bone in his mouth, bit and licked it.

Qiao Jiang felt that this bitch man was really deadly, and shouted angrily: "Whoever loves me wants it!"

Yan Zhao said: "..."

He raised the gun and fucked her in, tightened his two long arms, and then he was gone. Fucked without mercy.

Even though Qiao Jiang didn't beg for mercy and couldn't bear it anymore, she just pinched his shoulders and shouted: "Ada..."

"Do you want me?" Yan Zhao brushed away the broken hair from her face, lowered his head and kissed her. mouth.

She was dazed by the climax, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her neck was raised high, exposing her delicate collarbone. He lowered his head to lick, suck, and bite her, and the crotch slapped against her very fiercely.

Qiao Jiang whimpered, grabbed his arm and shouted: "I want..."

Yan Zhao hit him hard and said in a hoarse voice: "Say you love me."

Qiao Jiang raised his neck high, trembling and cursed: "Get out of here. ..."

Yan Zhao smiled and lowered his head to kiss her: "I don't."

His rough palm fell on her belly and rubbed it gently. Qiao Jiang immediately noticed what he was thinking and kicked him: " Don't even think about it!"

He grabbed her feet and held them in his hands: "I just want to think about it."

Qiao Jiang had made it clear that she would not get married, let alone have children, but Yan Zhao only dreamed of it. He had dreamed that he and Qiao Jiang had a daughter who looked so much like her and called him daddy with a babyish voice. His heart almost melted.

"Get out!" Qiao Jiang kicked him again.

Yan Zhao grabbed her foot and pressed it to one side, swung his hips and pushed it in hard for a dozen times: "Kick me again, and I'll fuck you ten times tonight."

"Ha..." Qiao Jiang was fucked so hard that she couldn't breathe. When he was angry, he didn't forget to taunt him, "Can you do it?"

Yan Zhao slowed down: "If I can do it, you let me cum in."

"...Get out."

"You admit that I can do it." He smiled He hugged her tightly and kissed her ear, "Ten times, I'm really... not good at it."

Qiao Jiang endured it and couldn't help laughing.

"...Idiot."

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