Chapter 3850: Why Is It Hot Pot Again

Zhao Desan hurriedly said: "What are you talking about! You were too ruthless just now, almost ruined me!" As he spoke, he looked down at that place of his.

Fang Qi gave a "humph" and said: "Didn't you tell me to act convincingly?"

Zhao Desan furrowed his brows, unable to laugh or cry, and said: "But your hand was too ruthless, right?"

Fang Qi pouted and rolled her eyes shyly, saying: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Desan thought for a moment, his brain suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he smiled with bad intentions: "You have to compensate me!"

"Compensate you? How to compensate?" Fang Qi saw Zhao Desan's bad expression and knew that this guy didn't have any good intentions, so she rolled her eyes and asked.

"Comfort it." Zhao Desan pointed to that place of his as he spoke, looking at Fang Qi with bad intentions.

Fang Qi rolled her eyes at him angrily and said: "I'm busy now, no!" As she spoke, she turned and walked toward the washing machine, standing in front of it and fiddling with it.

Zhao Desan looked at Fang Qi's back as she walked toward the washing machine. The loose home outfit she was wearing fluttered gently as she walked, and her two snow-white legs were visible from time to time, white and tender, very seductive. He followed Fang Qi with a bad smile and hugged her from behind. Fang Qi didn't object, but turned around, leaned against the washing machine, stood on tiptoe, and began to kiss Zhao Desan...

Zhao Desan, whose desire was not very strong, was quickly made tense all over by Fang Qi's skilled kissing technique, and the thing between his legs quickly stood up. Fang Qi could clearly feel Zhao Desan's big thing rubbing against her lower abdomen. After a while, she opened her eyes, looked at him with charming eyes, and asked tenderly: "Did it really hurt when I kicked you?"

"Almost ruined me!" Zhao Desan furrowed his brows and said.

Fang Qi then smiled charmingly and said: "Then I'll help you comfort it." As she spoke, her body slowly squatted down along Zhao Desan's body, unzipped Zhao Desan's belt, and pulled his pants down to his knees. Zhao Desan's big thing popped out like a big spring, and its passionate posture looked very powerful. Fang Qi glanced at Zhao Desan with those charming eyes, held it gently with one hand, then slowly brought her open mouth up, gently contained it, shook her head back and forth, and made "baji baji" sounds...

In just a few minutes, every cell in Zhao Desan's body felt as if it were on the verge of bursting. Unable to endure Fang Qi's skilled and superb oral technique any longer, he pulled her up and had her lean over the washing machine. He lifted her house dress and pulled her black, lace-trimmed panties down to her knees, revealing her round, fair, and tender buttocks, which looked incredibly perky. Connected to a slender, boneless waist, that rear-tilted posture was too seductive. Zhao Desan held his massive member with one hand and gently parted Fang Qi's fleshy, tender buttocks with the other, exposing the lush, water-rich creek. Zhao Desan aimed his big treasure toward the center of the creek's eye, then lifted his hips and thrust his waist forward. A sound like an old ox's hoof stepping into a mud pit, "guchi," rang out. At the same time, accompanied by a sharp "uh" from Fang Qi and a violent tremor through her body, Zhao Desan felt his treasure completely enveloped by a warm, moist sensation. That feeling of being sucked in was truly indescribable, as if an invisible magic were driving his brain to issue movement commands to his waist, making him involuntarily sway back and forth, moving in a rapid, rhythmic cadence. It seemed that only by moving could he sustain and possess that indescribable beauty.