Even the movements of his fingertips became ambiguous.
Shen Zhiyi's voice trembled.
With the slightest movement, she could clearly feel the hardness of the person behind her pressing against the hem of her skirt.
"Sister, is it okay?"
He closed his eyes impatiently, bit her earlobe, and asked her in a heavy breath.
Qi Yuran was intoxicated by the fragrance on her body.
It was a gardenia scent that was even sweeter and more alluring than orange blossom essential oil.
As soon as I smelled it, the blood in my body couldn't help but rush to flow.
All the delusions and desires in my body are clamoring to find an outlet to vent.
He wanted to take all her scent and keep it all for himself.
Then he covered her with his own aura, wrapped her up, and made her completely belong to him alone...
The desire to possess her alone became stronger and stronger.
Shen Zhiyi felt his hot beating heart.
Close your eyes.
Finally, she nodded with a blushing face.
"You, please be gentle..."
"I'm afraid my waist will hurt again later..."
Her words of approval fell like a shower of sweet rain.
Every pore on Qi Yuran's body was hit by the raindrops of joy, and he kissed her fiercely.
"Don't worry, sister."
"Wait a minute, I'll move."
"Just lie down, sister."
He took off his shirt impatiently.
He leaned over, turned her head, and kissed the lips he had been longing for.
After a sticky and hot kiss.
Qi Yuran separated them a little, his breath tracing her lips with lust, his fingertips untangling the obstructing fabric, and he didn't forget to ask her, "Sister, do you want to lie down like this, or turn over and hug me?"
Shen Zhiyi's body temperature was aroused by him.
She turned her head and buried her face in the pillow again.
Too embarrassed to speak.
This kind of...
Ask her why...
It wasn't her who did the hard work...
"Do whatever you like..." A muffled voice came from the pillow.
As long as she is not allowed to move, she will do anything.
Qi Yuran misunderstood.
Whatever you like?
A flame suddenly burst out from his body, burning his whole body to a pulp.
He hugged her, rolled over half a circle, and trapped her between himself and the soft blanket. Looking at her shy and timid face, his eyes became more excited.
"Well, then..."
“Try them all.”
He lowered his body and swallowed the scream that was about to burst out of her mouth with unstoppable force.
Reaching out, he covered her wide-open eyes.
As if to make up for it, he took her hand and pressed it on his abdominal muscles.
"Let your sister touch it..."
Afterwards, using his youthful strength, he began an endless conquest...
Two hours later.
Shen Zhiyi sobbed and pushed his chest away, "Qi Yuran, didn't you say that it would be okay for me to just lie down?"
Divide...
There are already several postures!
"I don't want to do it anymore. I'm tired." She panted and screamed again because of him.
She felt limp all over.
He collapsed there, sweating profusely.
Qi Yuran brushed away the wet strands of hair that were clinging to her cheeks and kissed away her tears.
"It's my fault. I tired my sister."
"Sister, you're awesome. You've persisted for so long..."
"Let's do it again, okay?"
"I promise this will be the last time."
Shen Zhiyi pushed his face away with tears in her eyes, "Don't say such nice things..."
She met his gaze and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.
"One last time."
"This is really the last time!"
A glimmer of triumph flashed across Qi Yuran's eyes.
I've been fooled again, sister...
This was his last time.
But it's not her.
He glanced at the floor-length mirror not far away, and suddenly thought of the fitting room and those unfulfilled desires.
He stood up holding Shen Zhiyi and walked to the mirror.
"For the last time, sister will supervise it personally, okay?"
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