Chapter 75

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Shen Mi's body stiffened slightly and she whimpered. Yan Fan finally let go of her lips, kissed her gently raised jaw, and lifted up her T-shirt with his other hand.
He buried his head on her chest, rubbed her full breasts with his lips, took the hardened nipple on the left and took it into his mouth.
His breath was filled with the scent of her body temperature and the clean scent of a touch of shower gel, which made his heart beat faster and his blood flow rapidly.
He took the bright red nipple into his mouth and sucked it lightly, then spit it out, swirled the tip of his tongue around the shrunken areola, and with a slight strength of his wrist, he inserted the entire finger embedded in the hole into the tight tunnel.
The little hole holding his finger tightly swelled slightly, and the numb itch spread from her chest with his hot breath. Shen Mi bit her lower lip, and her fingertips clenched the fabric of his clothes, but she still couldn't stop her moans. Screams escaped from his throat.
"Hmm... Yan, Yan Rui..."
"Huh?" Yan Rui responded with a hoarse voice, and took the trembling nipples into his mouth again.
Being wrapped in the hot and moist mouth, Shen Mi's body trembled sensitively. Just when she was about to ask him to go to bed, the finger embedded in her hole, after rotating half a circle, brushed against the sensitive spot, causing a burst of itch.
The words that came to her lips turned into an unbearable gasp. Shen Mi grabbed the lower hand of his clothes and clasped his wrist.
"Don't..."
Yan Fan didn't reply to her, but pressed his fingertips towards that point. At this time, he knew what she wanted better than she did.
A sore and itchy sensation hit her forehead like an electric current. The sharp sensation made Shen Mi take a breath and subconsciously raise her waist and hips.
But his hand followed her closely, unable to dodge or escape, and the sharp senses became stronger and stronger as he picked at her knuckles.
"Yeah..." Shen Mi clenched her fingertips around his wrist, her legs shaking violently, especially her nipples, which were still being held by him and teased with the tip of his tongue. She felt like she was going crazy.
"No, um... don't... so, so numb..." It was still sore and itchy, and the indescribable senses were like huge waves washing over her nerves.
The sticky hot liquid leaked down one by one and flowed into his palm along the base of his fingers. Yan Yan retreated his middle finger to the hole, and when Shen Mi took a breath, he closed his index finger and inserted it again.
She hummed lowly, and when he easily found her sensitive spot and pressed it, her body trembled and her fingertips clenched tighter.
Yan Fan let go of her left nipple, which had been teased and turned red and moist, and gnawed on the soft flesh of her breast, then took the right nipple in his mouth.
"Ah..." Shen Mi twisted her body unconsciously to hide, and her consciousness began to turn white under such a strong sensory impact.
The tight inner walls contracted regularly, and Shen Mi's waist and hips lifted up little by little. Yan Fan knew she was coming, so he took her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, straightened up, and kissed her lips again, At the same time, the thumbs pressed the small fleshy core that was already somewhat congested at the front and rubbed it.
The white light exploded, and Shen Mi's body collapsed into a string, and her soft scream was shattered into Yan Yan's mouth.
The hot vaginal essence flowed down rapidly and touched Yan Yan's hand. He let go of her lips and slowly pulled his fingers out of the wet and hot narrow hole. Shen Mi's body also softened and she fell into his arms.
His big hands stained with her fluids moved to her waist, rubbing gently to relieve the afterglow of her orgasm. After Shen Mi's breathing gradually subsided, he bent over and picked her up, turned around and walked to the bed to pick her up. lay down.
Yan Fan bowed his waist and took off Shen Mi's bra and underwear that were still hanging around her ankles, and then her clothes, which were his own.

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