Chapter 5647: You Control

Seeing that Zhao Desan was not being honest, the young woman looked at him with seductive eyes and said: "You can't even move, and you're still not being honest?"

"Who told you to seduce me so much."

A mature woman's body is always so sensitive. Being gently teased by Zhao Desan's fingers on the large protrusion, the tingling sensation like an electric shock made Fan Binbin tremble slightly, and a flush of red appeared on her face. Her eyes became even more unfocused and unbridled, and she asked in a low voice: "You're like this and you still want to?" As she spoke, a jade hand couldn't help but reach into the quilt, sliding slowly along Zhao Desan's six-pack abs, immediately touching the steel gun that was already loaded, and the scalding, hard touch made her heart move, gently grasping it and stroking it slowly.

"I want it." Zhao Desan looked at the beautiful young woman in professional attire beside him and swallowed his saliva.

"But you can't move." Fan Binbin gently stroked Zhao Desan's terrifyingly large human giant cannon, and she was also hungry and thirsty in her heart. Ever since she had a relationship with this little man, her lonely body and mind had been completely conquered by him. Women are like this; once they are completely taken down by a man in bed, they will completely rely on that feeling. Especially for a young woman like Fan Binbin who only sees her husband a few times a year, the loneliness of body and mind needs a man to send away. For the past few days, Zhao Desan hadn't come back at night, and every night she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about the feeling that made her want to die and become an immortal, and honey would involuntarily emerge from below.

"Sigh, I'm powerless now." Zhao Desan looked at the beautiful young woman who was already spring-hearted with some helplessness, and a large hand wantonly kneaded the full white-faced steamed bun in her white shirt collar.

"Then what should we do?" Fan Binbin's phoenix eyes were already filled with spring water, and her hand holding Zhao Desan's big treasure exerted more force, and the scalding, hard feeling made her already overflowing with desire.

Zhao Desan looked at the young woman's longing eyes, frowned, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his brain. He looked at her wickedly, smiled ghost-like, and said: "Otherwise, you be the driver."

"What do you mean?" Fan Binbin looked at Zhao Desan's mysterious appearance and asked with a frown.

"It means I'm lying below, and you're controlling above." Zhao Desan explained with a wicked smile.

"Stinky hooligan, you really have a lot of ghost ideas!" Fan Binbin suddenly realized, scolded, and at the same time fiercely stroked Zhao Desan's treasure with her hand, which made him close his eyes and say "Ouch" comfortably, pulling her body toward him.

The young woman's face was already filled with spring tide. She glanced at Zhao Desan with amorous eyes, took off her pants, and sat on Zhao Desan's body. One hand supported Zhao Desan's scalding treasure, one hand touched below herself, and then tried to sit down, but she tried several times and couldn't enter smoothly.

"No water." Zhao Desan felt a bit of pain from that dry friction and frowned.

"Then what should we do?" The young woman looked at him seductively and asked.

"Why don't you blow it for me first?" Zhao Desan said with a smile.

Although the young woman rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan, she still leaned down, buried her head in Zhao Desan's crotch, gently swallowed his scalding treasure into her mouth, and immediately the sound of 'smack smack' rang out in the room...

Fan Binbin's mouth skills weren't how superb, but they had a different kind of flavor. The warm feeling, slightly accompanied by the scraping of teeth, quickly made Zhao Desan's whole body boil with hot blood, the veins on the treasure bulged, and it became even more passionate.

After the 'smack smack' sound lasted for four or five minutes, Fan Binbin raised her head. She was already flushed, her eyes staring at Zhao Desan in a daze. One hand supported his treasure full of saliva, one hand separated the lips at the leg center, and slowly sat down. Only a 'plop' sound was heard, and this time it entered smoothly.

Zhao Desan's treasure was really too big, too hard, and too thick. The full feeling made the young woman couldn't help but let out a intoxicated cry. Her two jade hands rested on Zhao Desan's chest and began to rise and fall slowly.

Zhao Desan just lay there on the bed, feeling that indescribable sensation without having to exert any effort, his eyes rolling back in comfort. His two large hands couldn't help but tightly grip her full, fleshy buttocks, and following the rhythm of her swaying up and down, he cupped her perky bottom with both hands and pressed down hard, making every movement overlap seamlessly, thrusting all the way to the end.

"Hmm hmm... so bloated... yours is so big..." The young woman was stimulated by the scalding and full feeling and began to let out murmuring cries. Her two jade hands touched Zhao Desan's chest messily, and occasionally used her fingertips to tease the protrusions on Zhao Desan's chest. That tingling feeling made Zhao Desan want to turn over and press her under his body to reverse the guest and host, but he knew he couldn't, and could only endure that impulse, feeling the young woman's wild nourishment.

Looking at the two white-flowered meat buns on her chest jumping up and down with the rhythm of rising and falling, even completely exposed from the open collar, the two small protrusions on the jade peak also stood up because of moving feelings, which was very alluring. He couldn't help but stretch his two large hands toward her chest and fiercely kneaded the two big white rabbits.

"Ah... so cool... yours is so big... so itchy... hmm hmm..." The young woman rode on Zhao Desan's body and tilted her head back, letting out indulgent cries in her mouth. Her hair, which was originally tied into a bundle, also scattered with the violent madness of her body, dancing rhythmically with the swaying of her body. The two breasts on her chest jumped up and down in Zhao Desan's hands, making him almost unable to hold them.

Zhao Desan could clearly feel that the muscles of her buttocks were becoming tighter and tighter, and there was more and more honey below, overflowing from the flower lips, flowing along his treasure all the way to the bed, wetting a large piece of bed sheet. He could clearly feel the muscle groups on her vaginal wall contracting slightly. Every time she rose and fell, she would fiercely swallow Zhao Desan's hard treasure to the root. Not long after, she began to moan loudly, constantly crying out in her mouth: "Too comfortable... baby... so hot... so comfortable... I want... want... hmm hmm..."

Although Zhao Desan was made to feel a faint pain in his waist by her violent rising and falling, compared to that indescribable feeling, these pains were almost negligible. He endured the impulse to straighten his waist, moved his two hands from the full mounds swaying up and down on her chest to her buttocks, supported her soft big buttocks with both hands, and with every rise and fall, he pressed them rhythmically, making her swallow the treasure into the deepest part of her flower lips every time she sat down, and he could even feel the tender resistance in the flower heart...

"Ah... baby... I can't do it anymore... I arrived... I lost... ah ah..." Suddenly, following the young woman's cry, Zhao Desan felt a thick, hot liquid gushing out from the depths of the flower stamen. Under such extreme stimulation, Zhao Desan's treasure suddenly tightened, then gritted his teeth, and fired the bullets of desire. Immediately after, the wife on his body lay softly on his body, panting, her whole body trembling slightly, the tender flesh in the flower lips still contracting slightly, her face full of satisfied charm, panting and saying: "So comfortable..." ===== CHAPTER 5648 =====