Zhao Ning sighed. She knew what she was holding. It was a long, hard, thick thing. Although it was through her pants, it still felt hot. In the past, she would have felt sick, but now she felt a little happy. As the thing expanded, the desire in her heart began to grow slowly. She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, and felt the warmth in her lower body.
"Okay." Zhao Ning grabbed the thing intentionally and said helplessly.
Fang Zhicheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Ning, smiling, "Didn't you pull it out just now? Let's try pulling it out now?"
Zhao Ning blushed. She certainly understood what Fang Zhicheng meant. She sighed, "Do all men have quirks?"
After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to reach into her underwear, grabbed the penis, circled her index finger and thumb from the edge of the head, and put it down. After a few rounds back and forth, Fang Zhicheng felt his lower body swollen severely. Looking at Zhao Ning again, her eyes were filled with shyness and helplessness, unwillingness and disgust.
"No more, it's all wet." Zhao Ning twisted his fingers, felt sticky, and retracted his hand.
There was no way Fang Zhicheng would let Zhao Ning escape. He reached out and pulled Zhao Ning onto the bed, then moved forward and pressed his whole body on Zhao Ning.
A strong fragrance emanated from Zhao Ning, stimulating Fang Zhicheng's desire like an aphrodisiac. He felt like he was about to explode.
Zhao Ning also felt the masculine scent from Fang Zhicheng's mouth. She hadn't done it for a long time, so her body was very stiff.
When she first married Jin De, every time Jin De went to bed with her, he was violent and perverted. So over time, Zhao Ning became disgusted with matters between men and women. She even felt that she was sexually frigid.
But at this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly discovered that there was a fire hidden in her body, and she had an urgent desire for Fang Zhicheng's body.
Fang Zhicheng leaned over and kissed Zhao Ning's red lips, greedily sucking on the tip of her tongue. Zhao Ning wanted to avoid it, so she turned her face away, but Fang Zhicheng still caught and straightened her tongue. A warm current soon came from the tip of his tongue and slowly flowed to all parts of her body.
Fang Zhicheng felt from Zhao Ning's body that she was not rejecting it, and his hands did not stop. He started from Zhao Ning's slender neck and slowly moved down to Zhao Ning's chest.
Zhao Ning's breasts were big and round, and very elastic. Even through the clothes, Fang Zhicheng could still feel the amazing elasticity. He rubbed them gently, and Zhao Ning moved her body rhythmically with his movements.
The two finally parted their lips. Zhao Ning stared at Fang Zhicheng's thin and handsome face and asked, "Are you willing to let Jin Feng go?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and said, "Don't you think it's a bit disappointing that you bring up this question at this time?"
A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Ning's lips. He said, "I think this is the last time I will ask you this. I will be completely lost and won't remember anything later."
Fang Zhicheng gently kissed Zhao Ning's forehead and sighed, "Then let me tell you, I will never let Jin Feng go in my life. Just give up."
Zhao Ning smiled helplessly, "Aren't you afraid of telling me this answer and then I reject you?"
Fang Zhicheng shook his head and said, "If you dare to refuse me now, I will rape you directly."
Zhao Ning whispered, "Rude man."
She thought back to her dead husband, and every time she made love with him in bed, he seemed to be raping her.
Then Zhao Ning's body became a little stiff, and her movements became fearful.
Fang Zhicheng felt the changes in Zhao Ning's body and whispered, "Are you really rejecting me because of Jin Feng?"
Zhao Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It has nothing to do with him, it just reminded me of bad memories."
Fang Zhicheng frowned. He felt that he had to open up Zhao Ning's body, so his movements became slow. He helped Zhao Ning slowly take off her outer clothes and trousers, leaving only her pink lace underwear. A few curly pubic hairs emerged from the edge of her underwear.
The bra Zhao Ning was wearing was a very thin and transparent fashionable style, which only covered a small part of her round breasts, so a large area of snow-white skin was exposed to the air. Fang Zhicheng suddenly discovered something. He sighed deeply, gently stroked a mark on the snow-white skin with his fingers, and whispered: "These are bad memories, right? Your damn husband is really a pervert. Does it still hurt?"
Jin De tortured Zhao Ning, leaving her with many scars, and the scar on her chest was the largest.
Zhao Ning bit her teeth and said self-deprecatingly, "Isn't it ugly?"
Fang Zhicheng shook his head, leaned over to hold back the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, and whispered, "Not ugly at all, very sexy."
Afterwards, Fang Zhicheng's movements became very gentle. He started from the cheek, kissed Zhao Ning's skin, and along the clavicle and chest groove, rhythmically used the tip of his tongue to give Zhao Ning warm caress.
Zhao Ning felt that every cell in her body began to become active and the stiffness disappeared. She never expected that she would accept a man again.
Because this man is very special, he is very gentle and gentlemanly.
When Fang Zhicheng's tongue tip moved to her lower abdomen, she couldn't help but exclaimed, because Fang Zhicheng actually pulled her panties to the corner and then probed into her most private part.
Zhao Ning was a little surprised and a little ashamed. At the same time, her lower body felt numb as Fang Zhicheng's tongue stimulated her. The electric pleasure made her at a loss. She could only twist her body subconsciously and try to close her legs tightly. But Fang Zhicheng just pulled her lightly and she was completely defenseless.
There is no cover-up, no concealment.
Zhao Ning just wanted to get into the ground. She moaned, "Don't lick anywhere. It's unhygienic."
But Fang Zhicheng didn't listen to her at all. Zhao Ning heard a rustling sound in her ears. Fang Zhicheng was actually sucking there greedily...
Zhao Ning knew that she couldn't stop him at all, so she could only close her eyes and enjoy the indescribable wonderful taste. Not long after, she felt her lower abdomen twitching violently, and she couldn't help but hug Fang Zhicheng's head, as if she wanted him to enter more thoroughly.
Fang Zhicheng felt that his nose was completely blocked by the soft flesh and he was almost suffocated, but he knew that Zhao Ning had reached the edge of happiness, so he held his breath and kept his tongue vibrating at a high frequency.
A large amount of liquid flowed into the soft and moist vagina. Fang Zhicheng could no longer tell what the smell was, but he still enjoyed the smell of hormones contained in the body fluids.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Ning finally calmed down. Fang Zhicheng spat out the pubic hair that he had swallowed by mistake and looked at it carefully. The honey hole was already blurred. The curly pubic hair was pressed against the skin. It was hard to tell whether it was wet by body fluids or his own saliva. The two gray-brown flesh petals fell to one side, blocking the pink entrance. So Fang Zhicheng stretched out a finger and gently poked it, revealing the mysterious hole again.
The wrinkles of flesh could be seen from the hole. Stimulated by the vision, Fang Zhicheng felt his lower body swollen severely. He took off his underwear and Zhao Ning's underwear and penetrated gently.
Zhao Ning trembled all over again. She let out a soft cry, her eyes half open, revealing charm and confusion.
Fang Zhicheng reached out and took off Zhao Ning's bra, then touched Zhao Ning's plump and firm breasts, his fingers constantly kneading the red nipples in the middle of her breasts.