Chapter Eleven. Bathroom Flirting

Of course, she lied to him, Feng Yi knew that she just wanted to tease him, perhaps with his wicked punishment.

He looked at Qiao Li aggrievedly, his eyes were wet, his cheeks were flushed, and the broken hair wet with sweat was stuck to his forehead, and he looked weak.

Qiao Li's heart trembled, her beauty was a real killer.

She looked at him, but was defeated in a few seconds, pulled Feng Yi up to the bathroom, and remedied: "This time it will be more comfortable than before."

Feng Yi just stared at her without blinking, Qiao Li had no choice but to squat down to help him handjob.

This time he wanted to cum again within a few minutes. As she said, the orgasm was even more violent this time. He even felt numb from the waist down.

"Um...ah..." He forgot about the shame, he moaned and panted to his heart's content, his voice sounded like he was begging for mercy, green and fragile, but at the same time his hoarse voice was full of hormones, charming and tempting .

It was so good, Qiao Li didn't expect that she would get wet just listening to his breathing. This sexually attractive moan made her bones numb, as if the joy of his orgasm could also be passed on to her.

His pouch shrank a few times, and his cock quivered, squirting out thick streams of cum.

Really like what Qiao Li said, this orgasm was an unprecedented experience, a white light flashed in his head, and the intense and turbulent happiness spread all over his body. He even felt that this burst of pleasure was so strong that it was about to make him go crazy. .

A faint salty smell filled the bathroom instantly, and the lustful aura made Qiao Li's nose and cheeks tingle.

When she stood up, Feng Yi rushed over and hugged her.

As if he lost his bones, he put his head on Qiao Li's shoulders: "Let me lean on it."

The hoarse voice made Qiao Li's back itch, but she didn't push him away.

He was soft and coquettish and weak: "I have experienced true happiness and love."

"...No, the feeling you experienced is called an orgasm." Qiao Li was speechless.

Feng Yi hummed, arching back and forth in the crevice of her neck.

Qiao Li decisively patted the back of his head: "Get up."

Feng Yi stiffened for a few seconds, and then said, "Did you pat me on the head with your right hand just now?"

Only then did Qiao Li realize that her hand helped him slap it...

Feng Yi straightened up, wanting to cry without tears: "It looks like I'm going to wash my hair and take a bath."

Qiao Li nodded in agreement and was about to evacuate when he suddenly grabbed her: "Wash together and wash together."

She blanked her eyes: "Wash together?"

Feng Yi hesitantly said, "You're sweating too, so, then you can save water when you wash it together."

Qiao Li glanced at him from left to right, but she didn't look at herself when she only wore underwear. She really didn't know whether to call him bold or timid. It was estimated that he mustered up the courage to show off his lustful talent.

"Any excuse, just say you want to see me naked."

Feng Yi was dismantled, his face flushed red, coughing non-stop, forcing his respect: "I'm joking..."

"Are you sure you can stand it?" She grabbed Feng Yi, who was shrinking back, and pushed him under the bath flower, "Don't blame me for being unable to hold back for a while."

She opened the bath flower and poured the warm water on Feng Yi's head. After the temperature of the water rose, Feng Yi reacted, wiped the water from his eyes, and took off his shirt and tossed it aside.

His heart was pounding, and he looked at Qiao Li nervously.

She bent down and took off her panties, exposing the trimmed black hair between her legs.

Feng Yi "coo" swallowed his saliva.

Seeing her naked in the daytime is different from that night. The light is strong during the day, so you can see it clearly, and the visual impact is extremely strong. And today she is still awake, just thinking of her showing her body to him in a awake state, his heart will jump to his throat.

Qiao Li was soaked wet, and the water droplets rolled down the white and smooth skin, and the droplets were crystal clear.

His mouth was suddenly dry, and he wanted to lick dry the puddles of water that snaked across her skin.

She smiled and raised her arm: "Help me take it off?"

Feng Yi's arm trembled, he touched the buckle behind the bra, and then it got stuck.

He knows that the posture of unbuttoning the bra is to stretch his hands behind his back. These pictures are all in TV dramas and movies, but how does the specific operation work?

You can't say things like "turn around and let me see", it's too damaging to the atmosphere.

He fumbled around on the buckle, and finally figured out what the structure was. He tried to undo it, but it wasn't as easy as he imagined.

Qiao Li pursed her lips and snickered, probably couldn't expect him to unbutton her with one hand and hold her down to cry.

She unbuttoned her bra with her backhand: "I will practice more in the future."

Feng Yi was embarrassed and shy, and muttered, "Practice on you." He was fantasizing about a closer relationship anytime, anywhere.

Qiao Li took off her bra and threw it away, revealing a pair of heavy plump breast balls with two crimson nipples standing tremblingly.

It was different from that night, when only the dim yellow nightlight and the moonlight outside the window illuminated him, her body was always like a lingering and mysterious dream to him, and now it finally became a reality.

Feng Yi stared at her breasts motionlessly, the water sprayed from the shaggy head left in his eyes, and he blinked uncomfortably. Before his sight could be restored, Qiao Li slammed the back of his head, and he leaned over, his lips touched a piece of tenderness.

He opened his eyes and realized that Qiao Li was kissing him.

Her tongue was soft and soft, and she pried open his lips and teeth, and he suddenly felt that the oxygen in his chest was being taken away, his mind was blank, and he was dizzy and unable to move.

Qiao Li let go of him, he was too stupid to even respond.

As soon as she let go, Feng Yi straightened his waist, and his eyes were nostalgic on her lips.

The dense drops of water fell on him, and he was wet, looking cleaner and greener than ever, with a strange sense of beauty.

He pursed his lips, his expression was tense and serious, and he was very cute.

Her eyes fell on his white neck, his Adam's apple was obvious, rolling up and down slightly.

According to legend, Adam was punished by God for stealing the forbidden fruit, and the forbidden fruit got stuck in his throat, and he had an Adam's apple.

His Adam's apple had a paradoxical mixture of purity and desire that attracted her strongly.

Her fingers slid across his Adam's apple, Feng Yi trembled, and he didn't know how to place his hands.

She took a step closer, licking his Adam's apple on tiptoe.

"Itching..." Feng Yi raised his neck, his Adam's apple trembled, and his voice trembled.

Before he could push her away, she took a light bite on Feng Yi's Adam's apple.

As if he was overwhelmed with electricity, he stepped back abruptly, took a half step back and hugged Qiao Li vigorously.

The nibble made his breathing unbelievably chaotic.

Qiao Li was hugged tightly by him, the fiery stubbornness under him poked her belly, and the heat made her legs go weak.

Qiao Li wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, her voice soft, "Go to bed."

When the words fell, Feng Yi picked her up and strode to the bedroom.