Chapter 5553

Zhao Desan began kissing her fair, smooth neck. As he kissed, he used his hands to peel away the last of the fabric covering her body. Since that loose, baggy pajama top was already half-hanging off her, Zhao Desan didn't have to exert any effort at all to easily strip the soft-textured robe from her body. Instantly, a pair of snow-white, proud, and magnificent "big white rabbits" popped out, revealing a beautiful, curvaceous, snow-white, and plump woman's body. At this moment, the incredibly yearning Fan Binbin was not idle either; she kept kissing Zhao Desan's face with her own lips.

Looking at her full, perky beauty and flat, smooth lower abdomen, Zhao Desan felt his blood surging throughout his entire body. In a few quick movements, he stripped off the excess burden on his own body. That rock-hard "big treasure" instantly sprang out from his pants, standing tall and proud, high-spirited and vigorous, just like a great general with illustrious battle achievements, ready once again to charge into the fray.

Looking at Zhao Desan's already passionate and erect "big guy," a flush of red appeared on Fan Binbin's face. She reached out a small hand to grasp it and said coquettishly, "Little Zhao, your thing is so big, so thick, and so hard."

This "big treasure" between his legs with its illustrious battle record was the thing Zhao Desan was most proud of. Naturally, being praised like this by a woman made him feel even more gratified. He smiled wickedly and said, "Then let me use it to feed you full in a moment, okay?"

"You're so bad!" the young married woman looked at him charmingly and said in a sweet voice, then her body collapsed softly onto the bed, assuming a posture to receive the storm.

Zhao Desan looked at her unable to suppress her burning desire, so he took the opportunity to climb onto her snow-white, delicate body. He began to kiss her neck, earlobes, and the beauty on her chest. At the same time, his two hands were not idle; one hand gently kneaded her pair of top-tier "shameful treasures," while the other hand slowly wandered from her curvaceous legs toward the outside, gradually arriving at the center of her thighs, using his fingers to gently tease that most sensitive little grain.

Bursts of intense electrical stimulation made the young woman unable to help but emit muffled moans from her mouth. A pair of jade hands also uncontrollably grasped Zhao Desan's scalding, massive treasure and began to rub it gently. With the application of Zhao Desan's "finger magic," he soon felt her flower lips begin to moisten, seeping out the stream of love. The moans that were originally suppressed and low also began to turn into gradually intensifying gasps.

Zhao Desan looked at her flushed face, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealing deep longing and expectation. Knowing she was about to reach her limit, he aimed his "human cannon" at her moist flower lips, gently rubbing against the entrance of the peach blossom cave. That sensation of strange itching and numbness made the young woman's gasps grow louder and louder.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Zhao Desan asked, looking at her yearning expression. He loved verbal interaction with women during sex to add to the excitement.

"Yes... I'm so itchy down there... hurry and come in... baby... my good husband..." The young woman was almost dying of thirst from being teased by him, and at this moment, she couldn't care about shame, responding to him with deep passion.

"What do you mean 'come in'?" Zhao Desan continued to grind slowly and unhurriedly against the mouth of her flooded flower lips and asked.

"Use your big treasure..."

"What big treasure?"

"Good husband, hurry and use your big cock to come in. I really can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... ah... ah..." Watching her on the bed, panting with breathless respiration, her hot body heaving up and down, and her lower abdomen actively pushing toward his crotch, Zhao Desan felt extremely satisfied in his heart at her pained expression. Next, he grabbed her two long, fair, and tender legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. With both hands holding her thighs, he let her lie half-on the bed with her buttocks suspended in the air. He aimed his treasure at the opened flower petal cave and surged in. Because her lower parts were already flooded like a river, the initial entry was very smooth, but as her flower lips contracted in reaction, it felt tighter and tighter. Although Fan Binbin was a married woman in her thirties, because her husband worked in the military, the two of them couldn't meet more than a few times a year, and the number of times they had marital relations was very limited. Therefore, she was not only very tight but also very delicate—the kind of rarely seen "pink wood ear."

Because of the resistance, Zhao Desan used a little force and pushed hard inside. That sudden feeling of being filled stimulated her to let out a loud "Ah!"—it was clearly a bit painful.

Although he had been with her a few times, their previous relationship wasn't like it was now, and they hadn't played to their full satisfaction. Seeing her intense reaction, Zhao Desan thought to himself that although her husband was a soldier, his ability in this area wasn't strong; there were still many places left uncultivated. After a straight thrust to the core, Zhao Desan accelerated his frequency and speed. Under his powerful firepower bombardment, the woman's screams became even more tragic. Her two hands tightly gripped Zhao Desan's elbows, letting him bombard her wildly. The honey juice below had already flooded into a disaster, printing a map on the bedsheets.

After bombarding her wildly like this for a hundred or so times, Zhao Desan took her legs off his shoulders, turned her body over to face away from him, and let her bury her head in the quilt. Her plump, round, perky buttocks were stuck high up, completely exposing the flower lips stained with honey juice. Standing behind her and looking at that "pink wood ear" that looked like the aftermath of a storm, he felt another surge of excitement. He aimed his vein-popping treasure at that slightly contracting flower petal cave and thrust his waist forward violently. With a "plop" sound, the two successfully connected again. Immediately following, his lower abdomen struck her buttocks "slap, slap" time after time. Following his bombardment, the two big white rabbits hanging on her chest shook wildly.

After bombarding her for another seventy or eighty times, Fan Binbin's knees, which were kneeling on the bed, began to go soft, and her whole body collapsed limply onto the bed. Zhao Desan took the opportunity to lie on her body and launched his offensive even more forcefully. Following his powerful firepower attack, her moans became more and more intense. However, fearing that her sister Fan Yanran in the next room might hear, she reached out and pulled the quilt over her head. One could only faintly hear her muffled, coquettish cries from under the quilt: "Good... good husband... I can't... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... good husband... I'm going to come..."

Stimulated by her cries, Zhao Desan also felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood; his vitality greatly increased, and he displayed his masculine prowess even more violently. As his "human cannon" bombarded more and more fiercely, he could clearly feel her uterus contracting intensely, clearly having reached the peak moment. Therefore, he gradually slowed his rhythm, but he still couldn't hold on. A sudden numbness in his waist made him unable to help but erupt with the "Flame God." After the pleasure, the two of them stroked each other's bodies, lying half-on the bed. Fan Binbin nestled in Zhao Desan's arms, her beautiful face full of satisfied flushes. The feeling of being a "little bird relying on a person" made Zhao Desan feel she was very cute.

Looking at his triumphant expression, Fan Binbin said to him coquettishly: "You're really great. I've never felt as comfortable as I do today... I only learned today what true happiness is..." As she spoke, she used her hand to grasp Zhao Desan's limp "big treasure" and began to stroke it.

Zhao Desan smiled wickedly: "As long as you are willing, there will be plenty more times to make you happy."

Then the two of them lay together and started chatting, talking about everything under the sun, life, work, and so on. As they talked, Zhao Desan's treasure reacted again. This time, she used her mouth to contain his treasure. Although her technique wasn't considered skilled yet, it was still very comfortable. Naturally, he wasn't idle either; one hand kneaded her beauty, and the other hand teased her flower lips. I don't know if it was because Zhao Desan's liquid was still left in her flower lips, or because she was leaking water again, but between his fingers, he felt that everything was moist and slippery.

To be honest, Fan Binbin's figure and skin tone were both very good; her lower abdomen was flat and smooth, without even a trace of wrinkles, not at all like a woman in her thirties.

The two of them stroked each other for a while, and both were unable to take it anymore, so she spat out the treasure she had in her mouth and used her hand to grasp and guide it to the entrance of her flower petal cave. Zhao Desan only used a little force, and it slid all the way in at once. Just like that, she lay flat on the bed, and Zhao Desan lay on her body and began to plow again. After a hundred or so times, he turned Fan Binbin over and let her lie on the bed. She obediently crawled up, leaned down, and stuck her big buttocks high up, exposing her beautiful flower petal cave. Zhao Desan then knelt behind her and entered her body from behind once again, starting a second wonderful journey.

After surging back and forth for forty or fifty times, Zhao Desan was really a bit tired, so he stopped and said while panting: "I'll lie down, you take the helm on top." As he spoke, he lay flat on his back.

The woman used her hand to grasp his hard treasure and sat down right on her flower petal cave, then her body swayed up and down, heaving, and her two beauties shook and fluttered with the up-and-down movement. After fifty or sixty times, she was so tired that her body went soft, and she lay back on the bed. Zhao Desan struggled to climb up and hoisted her two white legs with his shoulders, thrust his waist hard, buried it to the root, and began to move rapidly again.

Under his powerful firepower coverage, the woman moaned passionately while her hands stroked his back, crying out: "Husband, I'm so comfortable... fuck me to death... I want you to fuck me like this every day... it feels so good when you fuck me..." She cried out in a state of oblivion, uncontrollably thrusting her lower abdomen and twisting her buttocks to accommodate Zhao Desan's movements.

"Husband... I'm going to come again... you're so... so great..." Her uterus began to contract rhythmically again. Under the stimulation of her lust, before long, Zhao Desan's waist suddenly felt sore, and a stream of scalding magma sprayed out, fiercely hitting the center of her numb spring. The two of them flew to the clouds once again, tightly hugging each other with the aftertaste still lingering, not speaking for a long time. After resting for a good while, she struggled to climb out of Zhao Desan's arms, her face full of satisfied flushes. She picked up her pajamas, put them on, kissed Zhao Desan on the face, and left his room quietly, feeling satisfied.

(Chapter 3023: You're So Bad)!