Chapter 231

"Yes, finally understood." Zhao Desan laughed, "How about it? Sister Lan, let's try it with me."

"How do you do it over the phone?" Ma Lan asked curiously. She had never known there was such a way to do that thing, and she was quite interested.

"Sister Lan, are you in the living room or in your own bedroom now?" Zhao Desan leaned against the head of the bed, ready to enter the state. "In the living room, Tingting just went upstairs."

"Sister Lan, you go into the bedroom first." Zhao Desan instructed, "Go in and close the door, and we will start."

"Mm." Ma Lan picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, stood up, walked into her own bedroom, closed the door, and reported: "I am in, and I closed the door."

"Sister Lan, you lie on the bed." Zhao Desan continued to instruct, switching the phone to his left hand, freeing his right hand, and sliding it down along his lower abdomen...

"Why do I have to lie down? I haven't taken a shower yet." Ma Lan asked him, full of doubts. She really knew nothing about this method.

"Just listen to me, take off your clothes and lie on the bed, listen to me." Zhao Desan guided her step by step toward the expected scene.

"Alright, Sister wants to see how this is done." Ma Lan smiled and shook her head. She didn't have any extravagant hopes for this method, but she still followed what he said, walked to the bedside, and took off her clothes one by one, until... until... until her exquisite, front-and-back-curved jade body was presented in a hot way.

She got on the bed, lay flat, and said: "Alright, what next?"

"Close your eyes, imagine, imagine I am by your side, imagine..." Zhao Desan also closed his eyes, his tone gentle, as if he were hypnotizing her. Even he himself gradually entered that state of wild fantasy, infinite reverie, and while fantasizing, his right hand moved up and down...

Ma Lan closed her eyes. In her mind, Zhao Desan's face gradually appeared, and the scene gradually changed, becoming the scene when the two of them were together... His strong body pressed on her, the hot mouth full of tobacco flavor was printed on her red lips, and two wide palms were placed on...

"Desan... uh... touch... touch me..." Ma Lan gradually fell into fantasy, her thoughts galloping like a wild horse in the wilderness of desire, galloping endlessly. Lying on the bed, she put the phone to her ear, her breathing gradually became rapid, her body began to rise and fall, her slender ten fingers touched that pair of high and full breasts, her willow waist twisted, and she felt her body become hot and numb with itch. ===== CHAPTER 232 =====