Going forward to the top - 1171 Portrait for you

"I like it, I like it very much! Thank you, Yifan, this is my favorite gift!" Hearing Dou Yifan's question, Shi Yunxiang stood up and replied with a smile.

"Well, just like it! Actually, I don't know what you like. I bought it for you when I think about what you need. Come on, I'll carry it into the studio!" Dou Yifan said as he picked up a large paint box and walked towards the studio.

"Yifan, let me draw a picture for you! Is it good to use the paint you gave me to draw a more beautiful portrait for you?" Shi Yunxiang, who followed the studio with two other boxes in her arms, made a request that Dou Yifan was a little embarrassed.

"But... OK! Great beautiful painter, what kind of portrait do you plan to draw for me?" Pushing open the door of the studio, Dou Yifan placed the thing on the only big table in the studio, hesitated for a moment and agreed readily.

"Really? Did you agree? Haha, it's very hard to sit still and be a model! Can you persist?" Seeing Dou Yifan agreeing, Shi Yunxiang immediately smiled and almost jumped up happily in her arms.

One flower, one world, one tree, one Bodhi. When Dou Yifan was wearing a loose dress and untied his belt according to Shi Yunxiang's request, he could only silently chant this sentence in his heart. Facing Shi Yunxiang who was wearing a nightgown and looking lazy, Dou Yifan had to imagine all the ambiguous things in the direction of art. The warm air blew out of the air conditioner's mouth, warming Dou Yifan's body, and unconsciously turning Shi Yunxiang's face.

Dou Yifan, who was fond of his upper body, was placed on the wide imperial chaise long by Shi Yunxiang. His expression was mute, his limbs stiffened, and he sat there motionlessly like a lifeless mummy.

"Hey, let your head be slightly to the left! Hey, it's not this angle. Sit well, sit well, don't move! I'll do it, by the way, face to this angle, yes, lower it a little!" Shi Yunxiang was obviously dissatisfied with Dou Yifan's stiff posture. The great painter Shi, who was standing in front of the palette with a brush, had to put down the brush in his hand and walk to Dou Yifan to correct his sitting position with his own hands.

"Uh... can you not draw? Why is this model so tormenting?" Dou Yifan, who was already sitting in a state of numbness, simply loosened his whole body while Shi Yunxiang came over and overcorrected. He scratched his head and smiled and wanted to cheat.

"How can I not draw it? Come on, straighten my chest and tighten my abdomen, um, straighten my waist! Alas, no, you can't stand it so hard, it's too stiff, be more natural, uh..." Seeing Dou Yifan's discomfort, Shi Yunxiang stretched out her long fingers and straightened her body bit by bit. The slightly cool fingers gently brushed over Dou Yifan's tight skin, with a hint of coolness, and seemed to carry some kind of flame. Following Dou Yifan's strong chest all the way down to his plain lower abdomen, Shi Yunxiang accidentally noticed a restless plot between Dou Yifan's legs wearing a big towel. Looking at the long tight legs, she couldn't help but let out a low voice, and her fingers uncontrollably stroked the center.

"Uh, Xiang'er!" When Dou Yifan, who was tense all over his body, felt a slight convulsion, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Yifan, your body looks so beautiful!" Shi Yunxiang's trembling plain hands gently pulled off the big towel that Dou Yifan placed on his waist, and admired the handsome man in the imperial chaise longue in front of him with the artist's picky eyes. Looking at the annoying triangular fabric on Dou Yifan's body, Shi Yunxiang's trembling and hot lips came forward.

"Xiang'er, we can't..." Dou Yifan struggled to reject the flames that were getting stronger and stronger on his body, but his hands that were hanging beside him stretched towards Shi Yunxiang's waist in difficulty.

A brush, a canvas, a studio, and a chaise-chair carrying the weight of the two. Shi Yunxiang's nightgown had slipped silently at some point. Dou Yifan's ankle was still hanging a pitiful triangle fabric. The two undulating bodies on the chaise-chair were telling the empty soul of a man and a woman.

What is Danyang celebrating the phoenix, what is Guanyin sitting on the lotus, whether it is French 69 or Japanese 73, at this time, the indifference is better than the style, and there is no move here. The wide imperial concubine chaise long can no longer bear the joy of the two, and the carpet floor has become their new holy place for joy. Shi Yunxiang, who has longed for a long time, enjoyed Dou Yifan's gentleness and consideration, and devoted herself to this passion of her day and night.

Shi Yunxiang's tenderness and sweetness were beyond the imagination of Dou Yifan. Her peaks were firm and full of grip; her waist was soft and flexible; her lower abdomen was smooth and white and flawless; her legs were long and tight and symmetrical; her posture was so graceful and her figure was so light. Everything about her was so beautiful, attracting Dou Yifan tightly like a huge magnetic field. When she fell into her charming body, Dou Yifan seemed to be deeply sucked into a huge vortex, circling constantly. In her charming young body, Dou Yifan lost his mind and asked for it for the first time.

Time passed slowly in the entanglement between the two of them again and again, until Dou Yifan fell exhausted on the carpet and could no longer stand up with his proud waist. "Yifan, thank you!" Shi Yunxiang, whose flush on her face had not yet subsided, lay shyly on Dou Yifan's chest and murmured softly.

"Xiang'er, I thank you too!" Dou Yifan closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction.

There are many beauties around Dou Yifan, but not many people can achieve a high degree of ups and downs like Shi Yunxiang. Shi Yunxiang communicates with Dou Yifan with exhausted all her energy. It is a kind of madness that seeks for the last love of life, which not only surprised Dou Yifan and moved him.
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