Chapter 38 | 0038 Penetration in an Instant (Harold)
But she didn't; she continued with this dream, which was neither good nor bad.
Her body was still instinctively afraid, but her head looked up at the glass window of the building. A pair of scarlet eyes appeared through the glass, like a hunter hiding in the darkness, only showing a little bit to its prey out of mercy.
The car passed smoothly as if it were just a wisp of air.
Only lightning and thunder continued to fall.
Cloud knows that her master will protect her. She doesn't care about the inhuman elements involved or how he does it. Her master gives Cloud a sense of security.
Raindrops followed, and Wu Qian held the cigarette pack in her hand. She finally understood why her master had said "hurry up."
Because it will rain, it will get wet, and it will ruin what she wants, so she has to hurry.
She started running, running again, rain streaming down her head. Summer rain comes down in an instant, the raindrops already as big as soybeans, hitting her bare skin.
Even if you can't see it, you can smell the rising water vapor and the unique fragrance of the soil.
She stepped into the mud and almost slipped, but a force lifted her up, allowing her to take a steady step. She was barefoot, but the stones in the mud did not cut her soles.
Black silk is more comfortable!
The rain seemed to be washing away a layer of her skin, and she burst into laughter, involuntarily spinning around. It was a silly and childish move, but Wu Qian loved it.
She forgot many things, taking one step at a time, splashing mud on her calves only to have it washed away by the rain.
Finally, she stepped onto the house steps, leaving two dirty footprints. The owner had already come downstairs and was sitting in the living room waiting for her.
Wu Xian entered the house, staining the snow-white carpet. She couldn't wait to rush into her master's arms and tell him that she wanted to share the joy that had been building up in her heart with him.
"Master, Cloud is so happy."
She rubbed her wet, seaweed-like hair against her master, shook her head, and water droplets slid down her master's chest, about to disappear into the depths of his robe. Wu Xian stared at her intently, wanting to stick out her tongue to lick them.
The master pushed her away, and Wu Xian fell to the ground. She hugged the master's leg and placed her pointed chin on his thigh.
"You're filthy, you stupid dog."
"Master, Master." The afterglow of pleasure was still lingering, so Wu Qian forgot to apologize to her master. It's alright, her master won't mind.
Sure enough, the owner patted her head and asked, "Did you get it?"
Got it? What?
It's...it's...it's a cigarette!
Wu Qian felt her smile freeze. She opened her clenched hand, revealing a soaked and broken cigarette, now just a pile of useless trash.
Her emotions rose and fell quickly; the next moment she became sad and shed sorrowful tears on her master's lap.
"Master, Cloud is so useless. Master is right, I am a stupid dog."
Wu Xian dared not look at her master. When her master took the thing from her hand, she covered her face and continued to immerse herself in her sorrow.
She heard a "tsk".
"Lift your head, you stupid dog."
Wu Xian raised her aching neck, her joints creaking. She saw two red lights: one was her master's eyes, and the other was the cigarette her master had lit in his hand.
The cigarette, which could not possibly burn, was held between the owner's fingers, generating heat and wisps of white smoke rising as she had imagined.
It was tattered and worn, held in the grasp of its owner's slender fingers. Everything was exactly what Wu Qian wanted, and even better, everything was to Wu Qian's liking.
The owner must have hated this cheap, low-quality stuff, but for the sake of the puppy's happiness, he kept his disdain to himself and showed her a sexy and wild side.
She pounced on him and kissed his lips.
This time, the master didn't comment on the rainwater on Wu Xian's clothes. He caught her and put his arm around her waist. The master was tall and strong. He pulled Wu Xian to sit beside him and kissed her.
The aroma of chocolate and tobacco lingered in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. The warmth of the cigarette lingered in his mouth as he licked it and ate it.
The master's temperature gradually cooled down. He let Wu Xian play in his mouth for a while, then asserted his dominance and easily suppressed Wu Xian's tongue.
Unlike her tender, playful kisses, the master's kisses were wild, even painful. He bit her tongue like a beast, their teeth and lips clashing, the taste of rust filling the air.
He pressed Wu Xian down onto the sofa.
The hand that the master had just used to hold the cigarette gripped her neck tightly, causing Wu Xian to nearly suffocate and roll her eyes back. Her mouth opened, and the master went even further, almost completely swallowing her lips.
Like a plant searching for life, Wu Xian clung tightly to its owner, seeking air to breathe; her eyes had already darkened and were seeing stars.
The next moment, her master's penis pierced through her and penetrated her cervix.
The thick shaft squeezed out all the air she needed to survive, and Wu Xian reached her peak in that instant with her master's tongue in her mouth!
The master released her but continued to manipulate her. Wu Xian was already in a daze, only able to enjoy the instinct of pleasure. She moaned, twisted her waist, and squeezed her vaginal muscles, being incredibly lewd.
She heard her owner say, "Good little dog, so cute, Cloud, my Cloud."
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Take a bite of meat.
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