Going to the top - 887 Sister helps you practice in the morning

A few days after returning to Zhouning, Dou Yifan was still very upset about what happened that night, especially the plot that Zhao Peihong wasted his hundreds of millions of descendants without asking for it that night. That morning, Dou Yifan woke up from his sleep and felt his head heavy. He took a cup of warm sugar water from Zhao Peihong's hand, and Dou Yifan felt better after drinking it in one breath.

The morning sunlight came in through the thick gaps in the curtains. Dou Yifan squinted his eyes and looked at the messy tissue on the ground, feeling very unhappy. He snorted from his nose, very disdainful of Zhao Peihong's approach that was similar to a tyrant.

"Are you better?" I don't know if it was an illusion or the screaming was so crazy last night, Zhao Peihong's voice was a little hoarse. She sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out to touch Dou Yifan's pure chest, and asked softly.

"You forced me to rape last night?" Dou Yifan looked at Zhao Peihong, whose mouth was twitching because of this sentence, and felt an inexplicable evil taste in his heart.

"Haha, are you so forced to do it?" Zhao Peihong smiled charmingly, leaned over to Dou Yifan, kissed him on the chest, and did not deny his behavior last night.

"It's uncomfortable!" Dou Yifan smiled evilly, staring at Zhao Peihong, who was wearing only a suspender nightgown, waiting for her further movements.

"Is that so... do you need morning exercise? This seems to be more comfortable!" Hearing this, Zhao Peihong's mouth twitched again, as if he felt that this kind of disagreement was very funny.

"Morning exercise? How to practice?" Dou Yifan asked lazily, smiling strangely. The woman who dared to press him under him without his consent had never tried his best. Since Zhao Peihong was so ignorant, he wouldn't have to be too polite to her.

"Do you want me to teach you?" Zhao Peihong giggled and pulled away the sheet hanging around Dou Yifan's waist. Her eyes fell on the bracket that supported the tent on her lower abdomen. Zhao Peihong smiled and lowered her head and gently bit the top of the bracket through the thin fibers.

"I haven't learned it, so I'll teach you!" Dou Yifan leaned lazily on the head of the bed, watching his incompetent little brother stand up again while he was standing up to disturb the audio-visual video. He felt helpless but full of evil.

"Really? I'm not polite!" As the saying goes, thirty years like a wolf, forty years like a tiger, Zhao Peihong's desire to play was easily stirred up by Dou Yifan's words. Looking at Dou Yifan with charming eyes like silk, a thought of conquering the sober Dou Yifan rose in Zhao Peihong's heart.

Just as the two of them were tugging each other, Zhao Peihong bullied himself, leaning on Dou Yifan's strong body, and kissing him tightly. He wanted to tease the man on the bed passionately last night, and tried his best to do all his martial arts, but found that Dou Yifan was still silent. Zhao Peihong held the sword with some reluctance and pulled the piece of cloth that was intrusive. The high-spirited sword jumped twice in her eyes, and shook it back and forth several times with temptation.

"Want?" Dou Yifan's low voice sounded, causing Zhao Peihong to be distracted.

"Yes!" Zhao Peihong, who was holding his hands beside Dou Yifan, nodded vigorously, licked his rosy lips very charmingly, and stared at Dou Yifan, who was not happy and angry, but did not dare to act casually. As a senior welfare, she seemed to smell the danger. However, her body had been mobilized, it was really difficult for her to extinguish the vigorous flames in her body at this time.

"I really want it? Then say it!" Dou Yifan was as lazy as a cat, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, showing an evil smile. He was so angry that he forced him while he was drunk last night. This anger was really hard to eliminate. Although he was enjoying it, Dou Yifan was unhappy in his heart. Especially when he took it, he took tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. If such a woman didn't teach him a lesson, Dou Yifan really felt that he was not like a man.

"What do I want! Good brother, you'll give it to me!" Seeing Dou Yifan's evil smile, Zhao Peihong put his red lips on his cold face as if he was possessed, and gently stroked it.

"Really? Then brother will give it to you!" Dou Yifan turned over easily and left Zhao Peihong's lips.

"Uh... don't leave!" Unexpectedly, Dou Yifan would suddenly leave, Zhao Peihong couldn't hold back his strength, his elbows softly, and he lay softly on the bed.

"I don't plan to leave! I'm done! I'll let you feel comfortable!" Before Zhao Peihong could hold up his hands, Dou Yifan had already pressed over from behind. He lifted her buttocks hard, Dou Yifan lifted up her nightgown without hesitation, and found that there was nothing inside, only a white ball of tender flesh left.

"Well...well..." Before Dou Yifan could move, Zhao Peihong, who was lying on the bed with his butt raised, began to hum.

"Hand... take it over!" Dou Yifan pulled one arm and put the arm between Zhao Peihong's legs stiffly.

"Uh..." Zhao Peihong's whole body trembled, and her fingers that were forced to be pulled under her were rubbing back and forth against her sensitive area with Dou Yifan's palm. At first, she moved back and forth with Dou Yifan's arm strength, but in the end, Zhao Peihong simply rubbed the swamp hard by herself.

"Is it comfortable?" Dou Yifan, standing on the edge of the bed, looked at Zhao Peihong with a very eccentric look and used the five-finger girl to slowly lit a cigarette, clearly looking like he was watching the fun.

"Well... Yifan, come here! Come here!" Zhao Peihong tilted his head and looked at the man beside him pitifully, but his finger movements did not mean to slow down.

"What are you doing in the past?" He slowly let out a sip of light smoke. Dou Yifan looked at Zhao Peihong coldly between his fingers, and found that the temptation of the white tender flesh was just that.

"Come here to help me! Yifan, I want it, I want it...well!" A suspicious red appeared on Zhao Peihong's cheeks. She licked her lower lip with a heavy breath, looking at Dou Yifan like an abandoned kitten, looking forward to his ravage and his strong attack.

"Help you? Haha, is this okay?" Dou Yifan grabbed the cigarette in his mouth, stepped forward and pressed the white buttocks, picked up Zhao Peihong's two fingers and poked them in.
Chapter completed!