Chapter 4836: The affection that is made

"Puchi puchi..." With Zhao Desan's bombardment, which was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, a stream of clear jade liquid gushed out of Ma Lan's 'petal cave', slowly flowing down along her gluteal cleft, and finally spreading a map on the leather sofa. That moist feeling made Zhao Desan feel very good, especially since Ma Lan's 'petal cave' would shrink from time to time. Under such stimulation, he soon felt the urge of the 'Flame Mountain' about to erupt. The magma seemed to have surged to the crater. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Sister Lan, I'm coming..." Before the words fell, he began to dive violently with 'papa-papa' sounds.

"Mm... I'm coming too... let's come together... together... ah..." Under Zhao Desan's violent bombardment, Ma Lan soon felt her 'flower heart' shrink, and a stream of hot stuff gushed out from the depths of her 'flower heart'. Her entire tense body trembled as if it had been electrocuted, and immediately after, she felt a wave of even hotter liquid gushing into her 'flower stamen'. Following that, Zhao Desan trembled all over and lay on her body. The two hugged each other tightly, their faces filled with happy expressions, and they began to pant.

After resting for a while, when their breathing calmed down, Zhao Desan looked at Ma Lan, who was flushed, with a mischievous smile and asked, "Sister Lan, are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable." Ma Lan smiled seductively and nodded, reaching out to scrape Zhao Desan's nose lightly, "Being with you makes me feel very happy."

"Is it 'happiness' (xingfu) or 'sex-happiness' (xingfu)?" Zhao Desan asked with a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?" Ma Lan didn't react for a moment and looked at him foolishly, asking.

"'Sex'... 'happiness'..." Zhao Desan repeated these two words heavily with a cheeky grin. Only then did Ma Lan understand. She glared at him shyly and scolded, "You really can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

Zhao Desan laughed and said, "No matter if you're happy or not, Sister Lan, anyway, doing this with you makes me feel very happy. I feel that we can think of everything together, while with some women, you might not necessarily think of the same thing. In fact, part of the affection between men and women is made."

Listening to Zhao Desan's theories, Ma Lan smiled seductively and said, "So is our affection made?"

Zhao Desan winked and laughed, "What do you think?"

Ma Lan shook her head with a smile and said, "I don't know. Aren't you the one who has studied this? You tell me."

Zhao Desan's expression became serious, and he said, "I think the affection between you and me, Sister Lan, is partly made and partly fate. Think about how we met? If you hadn't splashed mud all over me while driving on the road, and if you hadn't gone to the Coal Bureau to find Wang Chunqing, we wouldn't have met. Heaven arranged for us to meet twice in one day; that is fate. I have always believed that there is fate between men and women. Only when people with fate are together will they have that feeling of being in ecstasy..."

After hearing Zhao Desan's words, Ma Lan smiled and said, "Desan, I didn't expect you to have such deep research on men and women in this regard. Tell me the truth, you must have slept with quite a few women, right?"

Looking at Ma Lan's demeanor, which seemed to have everything under control, Zhao Desan knew that if he said no, she definitely wouldn't believe him. It would be better to confess honestly, which might make her feel more favorable toward him. So, he nodded truthfully, his face looking a bit awkward. Fortunately, Ma Lan wasn't angry, but smiled faintly and said, "Then Sister asks you, what does it feel like to sleep with different women? It must be different between women, right?"

Zhao Desan naturally understood that this question from Sister Lan was actually the most private topic between men and women, and such a topic was also very stimulating.

Zhao Desan thought for a while and said, "Sister Lan, of course it's different. Every woman has a different personality, different looks and figure, and their performance in bed is also different, so the feeling of being together is different."

Ma Lan laughed, "In the end, it's just that men like the feeling of freshness, right?"

This was a fact Zhao Desan couldn't refute. He laughed and signaled his default.

Ma Lan looked at him, smiling seductively, and said, "Desan, do you no longer have a sense of freshness with me, right?"

Men are to women as women are to clothes; regardless of whether they have the conditions, they like freshness. In a man's heart, there is always a type of woman missing to like, and in a woman's wardrobe, there is always a new piece of clothing missing to match. A man's brain is filled with women and he is constantly looking for the next target, while a woman's wardrobe is packed and she is constantly lingering in the fitting rooms of major shopping malls and boutiques, frantically shopping with big bags and small bags.

A man sees a woman he likes, he will get lovesickness, lose his appetite, and spare no cost or means to try every way to chase her. But after chasing her, after a long time, he will find how impulsive he was at the time, and that such a woman can enter his life, so he gets bored and drifts away. ===== CHAPTER 4837 =====