Going forward to the top - 886 Dancing waist

A cloud floated across the extremely pure sky and flew over the bird's wings. The cloud sneezes and the bird trembles.

The dog tail grass flew over the soles of her feet, and the bottom of her feet was itchy, and her nose sneezes, and the dog tail grass trembled.

A pair of skilled hands passed through Dou Yifan's chest, and his hot chest felt relieved; a hot rosy little mouth rolled over Dou Yifan's chest and abdomen, and his beating heart accelerated; a tremolo involuntarily overflowed from Dou Yifan's mouth, and his entire soul became hot.

"Do you like it?" His crisp voice became a little hoarse. Zhao Peihong looked carefully as if she was holding a treasure. The young and handsome face held on her chest appeared with an unusual red look. At such a close distance, Zhao Peihong could clearly smell the smell of alcohol emitted from Dou Yifan.

"..." Dou Yifan, who was drunk, tried hard to break his eyes, but unfortunately, he only had the ability to roll his Adam's apple.

"Sister, can you help me?" Another question overflowed from Zhao Peihong's mouth, but there was no room for Dou Yifan to answer.

A fiery red lips gently swept across Dou Yifan's earlobe, and went down along his Adam's apple to his strong chest, as if bringing a very hot flame that burned Dou Yifan's heart and chest. He wanted to roar wildly, but his dry lips moved but could not make a sound. With a clear mind, he wanted to raise his hand to push away the lips that slid down his chest muscles to his lower abdomen, trying to block the heat and heat brought by the mouth with the flames. However, he was controlled by alcohol, but he could only use the vague sound in his mouth to express his protest.

Yes, it is protest, a kind of helpless protest against being controlled by others. But Dou Yifan did not resist the warmth brought by this flame from the bottom of his heart.

"Wow! It's so long! Can I kiss it?" Another question was a self-questioning question. Zhao Peihong used his two fingers to form a circle and put the angry sword from top to bottom, and smiled and attached the still hot lips.

"..." Dou Yifan rolled his Adam's apple and wanted to say something to express his feelings at this moment. Unfortunately, he could only express his protest with a muffled sob in his throat. It was still a protest, not a resistance. This feeling of being controlled by others was very unhappy, making Dou Yifan feel that his gender role was reversed. He wanted to correct this subversion, but his hands could only move weakly, and could only move two fingers, and even the opportunity to raise his hand to touch the woman who was working hard was deprived of alcohol.

What was that feeling? Dou Yifan really wanted to describe it in words, but unfortunately he could only tremble his sword up and down with the two flexible fingers. If possible, Dou Yifan would rather roar in the rage sword and drive straight into the swamp that must have been flooded and assassinated. Unfortunately, he could only let the two fingers tumbling back and forth to rush back and forth to the woman on his body. He wanted to scold the woman on his body. It was really true that he would not waste his millions of descendants. However, he could only express his dissatisfaction with a vague mumble beside him.

"I'll taste it, okay? Is it good? Is it good for a while?" The slightly hoarse voice asked a thoughtful question. As soon as the hoarse voice was finished, the two dexterous fingers came to the bottom of the angry sword, giving up the hot red lips.

Suddenly, Dou Yifan felt his clamoring angry sword being thrown into a hot pot with extremely high temperature. It was hot! Dou Yifan moaned sadly, for fear that his young and high-spirited sword would melt into the mouth rolling with magma immediately. He struggled to escape, but unfortunately, he had no extra strength to resist. The slurry in the strange mouth became more and more hot, and the rolling speed was getting faster and faster. It quickly swallowed Dou Yifan's reason and swallowed all his feelings, leaving only the roar of the angry sword. The angry sword surrounded by high temperature wanted to sprint forward with great strength, but could only wait sadly for the mouth that swallowed it to open and penetrate deeper until it held the outlet of the slurry.

"Cough cough, cough cough!" An exaggerated cough echoed in the small office. Zhao Peihong had to sit up and let go of the delicate sword, wanting to give herself a chance to breathe. This may be the legendary feeling of thrusting! Zhao Peihong, who was stroking her chest, guessed like this, but her body was hot, but she couldn't allow her to think any more. She took off her sexy underwear that had been prepared for the afternoon in a speechless way, one by one, one by one, one by one, just a little bit silent.

Unfortunately, she was so sensitive that she could not tolerate her slow operation. She was so anxious that she could not help but unbutton the buttons and stockings on her body. Especially when she saw the man's fingers slowly lifting up, Zhao Peihong could not continue to wait. She took off the black stockings on her thighs, pulled off the suspender lace buckled around her waist, and couldn't wait to pull the black fabric that was two fingers wide.

"Good! Good! Good, I'll make you comfortable!" Zhao Peihong, who raised her long legs and felt uncomfortable as if she was burned by fire, sat on the man's waist on the bed without saying a word.

"Well...ah..." Dou Yifan, who was lying on the bed, moaned in grief. He miserably noticed that his sword was trapped in a deep well with slurry. He struggled to pull out the sword, but what made him even more miserable was that the sword seemed to be unwilling to obey the master's instructions and continued to move with the swaying of the deep well.

"Ah...oh... do you like it? Do you like it? Sister... I like it very much! I like it very much..." Zhao Peihong, who was sitting on Dou Yifan's waist, shouting intermittently, as if asking Dou Yifan for his opinion, and as if describing her own feelings.

"Sister likes...Sister likes, likes...you! Ah...Sister knows you like it too, like it!" A pair of palms involuntarily grabbed Dou Yifan's big palms that were hanging beside him, placed them on two peaks with high altitudes, and rubbed them hard. The strands of long hair fell down and brushed across Dou Yifan's chest without any hesitation. The passionate woman swayed her soft waist, twisting up and down and left and right...

The wind blew up, lifting Dou Yifan's eyelashes, but he could not open his heavy eyelids. In the hazy, Dou Yifan seemed to see a snow-white body swaying in front of him, shaking the pair of snow-white peaks, slightly closed eyes, tight red lips, high swan neck, dancing black hair... Dou Yifan roared in his heart, wanting to turn over and be the master of the passionate sway this time, but unfortunately the woman on his body and the alcohol in his body did not intend to give him such a chance.

Dou Yifan wanted to scream, shout, and roar, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a flame, and he could not make any sound. He suddenly remembered a plot in a famous TV series. In the grassland blown by the wild wind, Aisin Jueluo Xuanye, who was over 100 years old, said when he got up from Baori Longmei's body:
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