Chapter 5405

Zhao Desan frowned and carefully pulled out of her body helplessly, slowly lying flat on the side. Wang Ping looked at his funny appearance and couldn't help but smile charmingly: "How can your waist be bad at such a young age? Did you do too many bad things?"

"Don't you think I exerted too much force?" Zhao Desan looked at Wang Ping helplessly and then said to her: "Wang Jie, get my shoes."

"Why? Are you leaving?" Wang Ping looked at him nervously, naturally not wanting him to leave at night.

"No, you get it for me." Zhao Desan looked at her mysteriously and said.

Wang Ping looked at him suspiciously, confused, bent down and picked up his leather shoes from under the bed. Zhao Desan struggled to sit up, took the shoes, turned them over to look at the soles, frowned and said: "Didn't step on dog shit? Why am I so unlucky today?"

"Giggle..." Wang Ping was amused by this kid's cute move and let out a silver bell-like laugh. "I thought what you were going to do."

Zhao Desan threw the shoes on the ground, lay back on the bed holding his waist, and looked at Wang Ping, who was covered in sweat. Her whole skin was as smooth as frost, her two waves were swaying, her waist was as thin as a willow branch, and her little buttocks were perky, wanting to be hit. Zhao Desan, who hadn't fired his bullets yet, although he sprained his waist because the movement was too fierce, still wanted to erupt like a volcano to be satisfied.

"What are you still looking at?" Seeing Zhao Desan lying on the bed staring straight at her body, Wang Ping knew he was still a bit unwilling. She smiled charmingly, bent down, scraped his nose, and said: "Sleep."

Zhao Desan thought for a moment, suddenly startled, blinked at her, and smiled wickedly: "Wang Jie, why don't you control the steering wheel?"

"What control the steering wheel?" Wang Ping didn't quite understand what Zhao Desan meant by this sentence and looked at him puzzled.

Zhao Desan laughed and explained: "That is, you sit up, so I don't need to move, let's continue."

Wang Ping rolled her eyes coquettishly and scolded: "You have so many ghost ideas." As she spoke, she glanced at his below and said: "It's already soft, can you still do it?"

After a few minutes of cooling down, Zhao Desan's fire cannon did show signs of fatigue, but it didn't matter. He winked at Wang Ping and said: "Wang Jie, can you help me with your mouth? It will be fine soon."

Wang Ping, who was in a state of being neither up nor down, naturally wanted to continue. She glanced at Zhao Desan with a red face, grabbed the lace-trimmed bra she had thrown aside, covered Zhao Desan's eyes, and then leaned down, burying her head in his man's wilderness.

Zhao Desan's eyes were covered. Although he couldn't see her focused service for him at this time, he could feel his fire cannon being tightly wrapped by a warm and moist feeling. The sound of 'ba ji ba ji' came to his ears. Imagining Wang Ping lying under his crotch in that beautiful and charming posture, his whole body's blood boiled again. A burst of numb feeling quickly swept across his central nervous system, making him burn with passion again very quickly. He tore off the bra covering his eyes, then stretched out his hands to support the woman's soft waist, which was as thin as a willow branch, signaling that she could do it.

Wang Ping understood and raised her head. Her beautiful face was glowing with a rosy luster, looking at Zhao Desan, who was already impatient, with blurred eyes. Then a jade hand gently supported his steel gun, which had awakened again, and a hand gently pushed aside the lips at the center of her legs, slowly guiding him to sit down.

"Uh..."

"Ah..." The two let out a comfortable coquettish cry at the same time. With Wang Ping's rising and falling movements, the plump and soft buttocks slapped on Zhao Desan's thighs, which was so stimulating...

After a storm and earth-shaking, following Wang Ping's violent spasms, under the stimulation of the violent contraction of the flower stamen walls, Zhao Desan couldn't help but spray hot magma, and the two lay together softly.

After tossing for most of the night, both of them were exhausted, didn't even take a bath, and fell asleep hugging each other. Early the next morning, Zhao Desan woke up faintly, feeling a bit numb in his arm, so he opened his hazy eyes and saw Wang Ping lying naked beside him.

At this time, because of Li Desan's movement, Wang Ping also opened her blurred eyes, looked at Zhao Desan, and murmured: "Don't move, let sister sleep a little longer, so sleepy." As she spoke, she turned over, gave Zhao Desan a snow-white and tender back, curled up her willow waist, which was soft as if without bones, rolled up her two slender beautiful legs, perked up her white buttocks, and continued her beautiful dream.

Waking up from a sleep, Zhao Desan, who had rested for most of the night, tried to move his waist and found that the sprained waist could move freely. His energy recovered rapidly. Now looking at Wang Ping's tempting back, a hot blood rushed to his forehead. Unable to hold back anymore, he hugged her from behind, and his two big hands immediately began to move on her tender and perky chest...

Wang Ping, who was continuing her dream, was also startled by Zhao Desan's huge movement. Her body stiffened, and she cried out in a clear and tempting voice: "Ah, District Head Zhao, what are you doing?" As she spoke, she used her hands to stop Zhao Desan's movements, but because Zhao Desan's big hand had already covered her beauty with his whole palm and was gently kneading and stroking, and her perky buttocks were also fiercely pressed by the convex part of his body, that feeling made her feel very uncomfortable. She couldn't help but move, and this was good—Zhao Desan's convex part just happened to top into the two legs under her buttocks. The hot and rolling hardness was gently jumping and rubbing, making Wang Ping couldn't help but cry out: "Ah... District Head Zhao, you... don't mess around... let me sleep a little longer."

"Such good weather, what are you sleeping for?" Zhao Desan didn't care about Wang Ping's words, breathing hot air and kissing her fair swan neck and smooth back, and his whole body couldn't help but rub tightly against her body.

Because of Zhao Desan's spicy teasing, Wang Ping only felt bursts of pleasure attacking her heart, and she felt that the clear spring in the hairy grass between her legs had flowed out in streams unknowingly. Her whole body also slowly softened.

Zhao Desan felt Wang Ping's stiff body slowly becoming soft, so he turned her body over, kissing all the way down along her perky, tender, and snow-white beauty. That numb feeling made Wang Ping lose herself in this feeling. Her hands hugged Zhao Desan's head unconsciously, and her index fingers inserted into his hair and kept stroking. After all, as a woman in her thirties, she was at the age when her physiological needs were most vigorous, and she rarely experienced things between men and women. Once the gate was opened, her desire would pour out.

Although Wang Ping was a married woman, that dead ghost hadn't officially completed the husband-and-wife affairs with her before being hit by a big truck to the west. At this time, being stimulated by the experienced Zhao Desan, her whole body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. That inexplicable excitement also followed. She spat out a coquettish breath from her mouth while biting her lips.

But just when Zhao Desan was about to enter the main topic, what disappointed him was that he didn't know which nerve Wang Ping had triggered, and she actually refused: "District Head Zhao, you... we can't always be like this. I'm not the kind of woman you think. I was willing at first because I wanted to repay your kindness, but I don't want... I'm afraid you will treat me as that kind of loose, fickle woman."

Although Wang Ping always gave people a feeling of being very flirtatious, in fact, she was a very traditional and conservative woman in her bones. At first, she was willing to sleep with Zhao Desan because she held a heart of wanting to repay him. And if Zhao Desan always asked to do that with her three or four times, she would feel that Zhao Desan must treat her as a fickle woman. She didn't want to leave such an impression in Zhao Desan's heart.

After a period of contact, Zhao Desan also gradually recognized this woman, who wasn't that kind of loose person. Hearing her say this, he suddenly recalled the words Wang Ping's younger brother Wang Bo said, and his heated head calmed down. He looked at her quietly and saw that her eyes were very clear. He knew that these words came from her heart.

Thus, Zhao Desan said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, Wang Jie, I... I was also too excited." After all, she was a very orthodox woman, and he had already tasted the sweetness, so he couldn't be too greedy.

Seeing that Zhao Desan was no longer moving and was apologizing to her with a guilty face, Wang Ping sat up straight, covered her body with a quilt, and said to Zhao Desan with some sadness: "District Head Zhao, you were drunk last night. I also quite like you as a younger brother in my heart. Let's treat last night's matter as our last time. I have always treated you as a younger brother, and I don't want our relationship to change its taste."

Looking at Wang Ping's flushed cheeks with a trace of sadness due to the passionate movements just now, Zhao Desan quickly said to her: "I'm sorry, Wang Jie. Don't worry, I will forget about last night. Then... then we are still friends, right?"

"Hmm, we will still be friends." Wang Ping nodded, looked at Zhao Desan's serious appearance, and sighed with some hesitation.

"Wang Jie, you are really a good woman. If you have anything you need me, Comrade Xiao Zhao, to help with in the future, I will definitely not refuse and will try my best to satisfy you." Zhao Desan made a serious promise to this woman.

(Chapter 2940: Sprained My Waist)!