Chapter 5589

The gods had already beaten the war drums, and the earth fire was burning fiercely. While he was working hard, his hands were rubbing the two top-quality beauties on her chest. Under the moonlight of the cold winter, the beautiful meat buns changed into various shapes in his hands—sometimes turning into a doorknob, sometimes into half a steamed bun. It was truly more and more enjoyable the more he rubbed, more and more enjoyable the more he did it, making Zhao Desan so excited that he actually hummed "The Eighteen Touches" softly:

First touch, touch, the big sister's head, a head of black hair like ink, like black clouds covering the sky. Oh, oh, like black clouds covering the sky.

Second touch, touch, the big sister's eyebrows, two eyebrows curved and curved, like the moon missing half, oh, oh, like the moon missing half.

Third touch, touch, the big sister's eyes, two autumn waves on both sides, like grapes, oh, oh, like grapes.

Fourth touch, touch, the big sister's nose, big head down, small head up, like a small golden mountain, oh, oh, like a small golden mountain.

Fifth touch, touch, the big sister's ears, two dumplings, and a pair of big earrings, oh, oh, and a pair of big earrings.

Sixth touch, touch, the big sister's shoulders, two shoulders round and round, the more I touch, the more I like, oh, oh, the more I like.

Seventh touch, touch, the big sister's arm bend, like a small river curved and curved, like a shuttle, oh, oh, like a shuttle.

Eighth touch, touch, the big sister's armpit, touching back and forth makes me happy, like a magpie's nest, oh, oh, like a magpie's nest.

Ninth touch, touch, the big sister's spine, the unicorn on both sides, the more I touch, the more I like, oh, oh, the more I like.

Tenth touch, touch, the big sister's buttocks, two buttocks round and round, like two big wooden shovels, oh, oh, like two big wooden shovels.

Eleventh touch, touch, the big sister's little golden lotus, toes like garlic cloves, the more I touch, the more I like, oh, oh, the more I like.

Twelfth touch, touch, the big sister's breasts, two breasts round and round, like fresh buns out of the steamer, oh, oh, like fresh buns out of the steamer.

Thirteenth touch, touch, the big sister's nipples, two nipples slippery and slippery, like a pair of little captives, oh, oh, like a pair of little captives.

Fourteenth touch, touch, the big sister's belly button, small belly button round and round, like a small gold coin, oh, oh, like a small gold coin.

Fifteenth touch, touch, the big sister's little belly, a square piece of land, like a field for planting seedlings. Oh, oh, like a field for planting seedlings.

Sixteenth touch, touch, the big sister's thighs, like white lotus roots, the more I touch, the more I like, oh, oh, the more I like.

Seventeenth touch, touch, the big sister's lower belly, like an ox plowing the field, and a thatched ditch, oh, oh, and a thatched ditch.

Eighteenth touch, touch, the big sister's ditch, like the waves of Hongze Lake, and a small golden mountain, oh, oh, and a small golden mountain.

Under the stimulation of Zhao Desan's eighteen touches, the beautiful married woman became more and more lewd. She wrapped her white, tender thighs around Zhao Desan's waist, her little mouth sucking on the little bumps on Zhao Desan's chest, making sizzling sounds. Under the passionate union of heaven's thunder and earth's fire, Zhao Desan's floodgate suddenly loosened, and strong desire forced him to spray...

He slowly took his treasure out of her constantly contracting flower lips, reached it to Fan Binbin's mouth, and panted, "Big sister, give me a hand!"

Fan Binbin knew what this guy meant, gave him a charming glance, then grasped Zhao Desan's wet treasure with her little hand, and sucked on his spring bag. Zhao Desan's treasure suddenly stiffened and hit her face, then slid on her smooth, moist face, and reached her mouth again. She hummed, gave him another charming glance, and then took the entire front of the treasure into her mouth, moving her mouth back and forth, rolling her tongue, and surrounding Zhao Desan's little brother with her moist mouth.

How could Zhao Desan let go of such a good opportunity? His buttocks immediately became like a motor plugged into electricity. He pressed her head with both hands and moved crazily. The woman couldn't withstand his tossing, pushing his legs with her hands while making retching sounds. Zhao Desan knew the principle that haste makes waste. He pulled out the treasure, and while she was coughing, he hit her beauties with the treasure again. The sound of the treasure hitting the beauties echoed on the empty grass with "slap, slap" sounds! The mature woman understood his meaning and obediently held the two beauties and rubbed them on his treasure. He first surged horizontally into her cleavage, but the D-cup could only wrap part of it, which wasn't satisfying enough. He simply lay down, making it easier to surge vertically into the cleavage. The soft and slippery feeling of the beauties, plus the occasional touch of the little bumps, made him stand up again. He grinned and said, "They say women can hold up half the sky. Come, this time you take the helm."