Chapter 29

Qiao Li patted his head: "When I finish the work."

After Feng Yi threw down Qiao Li, he charged up and bounced back to restore his calm personality.

"Okay." The voice had to be as indifferent as it was.

Qiao Li looked at him strangely. He pretended not to know and went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

Then he crawled back into the bed, pinched by a corner, and lay straight: "I'm going to bed, good night."

Qiao Li felt that his appearance was inexplicably bullying, so she walked to the bed, bent down and kissed him: "Good night."

Feng Yi: ! ! !

Goodnight kiss! Ahhhh, help, really want to pounce on her, kiss her and gnaw her.

He opened his eyes and touched her cheek like a gentle husband: "You should rest early, your body is the most important."

Qiao Li was amused by his foolishness, so she simply pushed the finishing work to tomorrow and climbed into bed to sleep beside him.

"Feng Yi, what's wrong with you?"

The gentle whisper made Feng Yi's heart thump: "It's nothing, I just want to sleep."

"Really?" She got a little closer, and the scent of the shower gel on her body rushed into his nostrils.

He thought of the shower gel that she used just now. She should have used the bottle. It was slippery on her body. She was slippery, and he was slippery too—stop it! Can't think any more!

After being vegetarian for so long, everything can be associated with a surname.

He took a few deep breaths to suppress the impulse: "Really."

"Why do I think you're weird." Qiao Li rubbed his earlobe, and Feng Yi's ears shook a few times.

The scent became heavier, Feng Yi quietly half-opened one eye and looked at Qiao Li.

She was lying beside him with her head on her elbows, her pajama neckline slackened, revealing her delicate collarbone and the undulating curve of her front.

A rush of blood rushed to his forehead.

It's a mistake, you shouldn't open your eyes.

He propped his knees up silently, lest she notice the little tent that was gradually propping up between his legs.

"I'm just tired." He cleared his throat.

Qiao Li didn't answer him anymore, and he didn't dare to open his eyes. Just when he thought he was about to escape, Qiao Li suddenly reached out and grabbed the tent bulging under him.

"I see that you are in good spirits."

"Um-" He was caught off guard and hummed.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Feng Yi, why did you choke so easily?"

Feng Yi blushed: "I-I don't know, maybe I'll just grow longer." He twisted his hips awkwardly, "I'll go take a shower."

Qiao Li held him down: "No, I'll help you."

Feng Yi's eyes were bright, and he looked at her without blinking.

"Take off your pants."

He immediately bounced up and quickly took off his pants, so excited that he was going to roll on the bed in the next second.

After taking it off, felt a little shy in hindsight, and stretched out paws to turn off the bedroom ceiling light.

Qiao Li grabbed his penis, he immediately forgot what he was going to do, his muscles tensed, and he looked at her anxiously and expectantly.

Qiao Li pinned her hair behind her ears and slowly lowered her head to approach her penis.

He reacted slowly, seeing that her mouth was about to rest on the ghost's head, and then he suddenly avoided it.

Half of his body was numb, and he was shaking when he spoke in shock: "You, don't you want to use your mouth?"

Qiao Li looked at his unpromising look calmly: "Yes, I want to talk to you."

"But, but" his brain froze.

Anticipation, fear, puzzlement, and a mess of emotions rushed into his head, and he felt that the emotions in his heart were about to burst.

He didn't understand why Qiao Li did this, but the moment his eyes touched her soft lips, he was like a beast, and his mind was full of the fragile appearance of her ugly penis in her mouth.

He propped up his upper body and sat up, his voice unbelievably hoarse: "Do you really want to?"

His eyes were full of thick and burning Yuwang, and Qiao Li certainly understood what he was thinking.

She crawled up to him and held his cock, and under his burning gaze, she lowered her head and licked his dick.

"Ha!" He reacted violently, clenching fists with both hands and taking a deep breath.

She was very close, and could smell the faint scent of shower gel on his surname. She even thought of Feng Yi's serious look when he was taking a bath while holding his penis and rubbing his scrotum.

She tried to lick his ghost head again, Feng Yi made a vague voice: "Don't"

Of course he could push her away, but he couldn't lift his hands up.

Her warm breath hit his penis, itching and tingling, sending electricity across his spine.

"Don't, don't smell it." He was afraid that there would be a peculiar smell under him, even though he had just taken a shower, he was still afraid of what she would smell, and pushed him away in disgust.

In his self-knowledge, his penis is dirty and ugly, but he involuntarily yearns for Qiao Li to like every inch of his body, and now she treats his surname without any hesitation, making him feel the blood all over his body. Burning.

She licked again, tentatively, hesitantly, like a kitten.

Feng Yi couldn't tell whether it was psychological pleasure or physical pleasure that dominated. He couldn't help making a low, shameful hum, and his voice filled the room with heavy breathing.

His penis became hideous due to the congestion, and he was staring straight at Qiao Li's face, which was made even more ugly by her small face the size of a slap.

The image was so shocking that his scalp was numb, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Hold it."

Qiao Li opened her mouth obediently, the ghost head was too big, and knocked her teeth when she swallowed it. Feng Yi groaned in pain, but did not stop it.

She finally contained the whole ghost head, her mouth was widened, and saliva slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Feng Yi helped her to grasp the hair that kept slipping forward, and the muscles all over her body were tensed, but the strength in her hands was gentle, and she gently stroked her black hair.

"Uh uh," he groaned along with her jerky movements, with a nasal, urn-like sound, looking extremely fragile, as if he was about to cry unbearably in the next second.

Qiao Li looked up at him, he frowned slightly and looked down at her, his eyes were full of affection and possessiveness, his expression was serious, and her every move was firmly reflected in his eyes.

She had never seen such an expression on his face, although his facial features were still his, but it was as strange as a different person.

But his nostrils and slightly parted lips kept emitting green and trembling moans, and his fingers were still combing her hair with gentle strength.

Extremely contradictory.

The cock in his hand was hot, the veins throbbing vigorously.

He was really excited, she could taste the liquid overflowing from the horse's eye, the faint salty smell, not bad, she even became excited because of his pleasure and excitement.

She sucked and licked his cock like a delicious treat, and he reacted violently as his tongue slid across the coronal sulcus, his hand gripping her hair tightening violently.

His moaning got bigger and bigger, his body was covered in hot sweat, his back felt like he was leaning against a cloud, and he felt like he was about to fall down in the next second.

It was a shame, he heard his moan, his face was burning hot, but he couldn't help it.

Qiao Li lowered his eyes, and he immediately said from his clenched teeth, "Look at me."

Qiao Li raised her head again, her neck was so tired, she couldn't swallow and lick his ghost head properly.

But looking at each other would make him even more excited, and she was no exception.

She could see the subtle changes in his expression, the fluttering eyelashes, the slightly open mouth, the suddenly tight brows, the reddened corners of his eyes because he was reluctant to blink.

She could see his expression and eyes when he made every moan, and his emotions were all dominated by her.

Just licking the horse's eyes, his eyes were so hot that he would burn her.

"Comfortable?"

He couldn't catch his breath, and while panting, he replied, "It's comfortable."

She held up his bulging scrotum, which was covered with a thin layer of short plush, and she thought it was so cute.

She lowered her head and kissed his pouch, Feng Yi suddenly let go of the hand that was holding her hair, grabbed the sheet tightly and snorted.

Her head seemed to be stuck between his legs, he didn't dare to move, he was choked up, and a heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Don't do that." He hesitated.

Qiao Li turned a deaf ear and licked her scrotum.

"Uh-"

Huge stimulation washed over his whole body, he couldn't even tell whether it was pain or pleasure, and his strength returned to his body, he held the base of his penis to avoid Qiao Li, his throat overflowed with intermittent groaning, and his lower abdomen twitched, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger. , which eventually turned into convulsions all over the body, and streams of semen shot out of the horse's eye.

He pressed down on his penis, trying not to hold back, all the semen shot on himself, and his abdominal muscles were full of jet-like white marks.

After the ejaculation, he collapsed on the bed panting with all his strength, his forehead was covered in sweat and his hair was wet.