Ning Qiangwei sighed and said, "This is my biological clock. I can't sleep now."
Fang Zhicheng patted his mouth with his hand, yawned, and said, "Let's chat for a while."
Ning Qiangwei curled her lips and said, "There's nothing to talk about with you."
Fang Zhicheng and Ning Qiangwei were lying on the bed, looking into each other's eyes. In summer, they were only covered with a thin blanket, so if they moved a little, they could touch Ning Qiangwei. Fang Zhicheng deliberately thrust his body towards Ning Qiangwei, and Ning Qiangwei shrank back. Men were already vigorous in the morning, and Fang Zhicheng pushed Ning Qiangwei to the bed step by step. Although the optical fiber in the room was dim, Fang Zhicheng still saw the blush on Ning Qiangwei's cheeks.
I didn't do anything last night, I was just conserving my energy and waiting for this moment.
Fang Zhicheng pounced on Ning Qiangwei fiercely. Ning Qiangwei wanted to push him away, but at this moment she found that she had no strength at all.
Their lips touched for a long time before they separated. Ning Qiangwei was already panicked and at a loss.
Fang Zhicheng leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Since there is nothing good to talk about, we can only do some exercise. Today is not suitable for exercising outside, only in bed."
The fire that had been pent up in Fang Zhicheng's heart finally burned out. And the flower that Ning Qiangwei had treasured in her heart also began to bloom at this moment. The two of them tangled together fiercely, tearing at their already limited underwear...
Although the curtains blocked the view, the sunlight still shone into the room through the gaps. Ning Qiangwei covered her beautiful body with a thin blanket, panting heavily, trying to recall the madness just now. As for Fang Zhicheng, he had no strength at all. In order to subdue his wife just now, he almost took out all the strength he had accumulated in the past thirty years. But he had to say that his wife was too strong. Ning Qiangwei was a few years younger than him. In a few years, Fang Zhicheng was actually a little worried about whether he could feed her.
Seeing Ning Qiangwei open her eyes and look at the ceiling, Fang Zhicheng breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to pinch her pink cheek, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"
Ning Qiangwei whispered: "It turns out there are such wonderful things in this world."
Fang Zhicheng smiled awkwardly and joked, "You don't look like a general at all. I originally thought that doing this kind of thing must be very rigid and dogmatic, and boring. Now it seems that you still have a lot of potential to be tapped!"
When Ning Qiangwei heard Fang Zhicheng say this, she propped herself up, stretched out her hand and flicked Fang Zhicheng on the forehead, saying, "I'll beat you to death, don't say that!"
Fang Zhicheng suddenly grabbed Ning Qiangwei's hand. Ning Qiangwei paused for a moment and then pressed on Fang Zhicheng. Ning Qiangwei was now in good shape and gently pressed on Fang Zhicheng's chest, which instantly gave his dried-up heart a source of power.
Ning Qiangwei sat on Fang Zhicheng like this. She was originally looking down at Fang Zhicheng with a haughty attitude, but after a while, she could no longer control herself and raised her slender neck to wave her short black hair...
This time, it lasted longer than before. Ning Qiangwei herself didn't know how charming and seductive her breathing was, like a playful oriole out of the valley. In order to hear such a beautiful melody, Fang Zhicheng was willing to squeeze out the last bit of his strength.
The right way is, the crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the whole yard is filled with the fragrance of roses.
Extra 9: The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, the roses fill the courtyard with fragrance
The fire that had been pent up in Fang Zhicheng's heart finally burned out. And the flower that Ning Qiangwei had treasured in her heart also began to bloom at this moment. The two of them tangled together fiercely, tearing at their already limited underwear...
Fang Zhicheng hooked Ning Qiangwei's panties on his fingers, which were left with traces of love juice that had flowed from her flower path. He subconsciously put it to his nose and sniffed it gently. In Ning Qiangwei's eyes, he was no different from a playboy.
But at this moment, Ning Qiangwei did not feel the slightest rejection in her heart. She only felt very excited. Her whole body became extremely soft and her chest moved up and down subconsciously.
She knew this moment would come sooner or later and was looking forward to it.
The smell is a mixture of a girl's unique body fragrance, with a slightly pungent smell. When it rushes into the nose, it is hard to tell whether it is smelly or fragrant, but it can stimulate a man's senses. This is the original smell of sex.
Finally, Ning Qiangwei couldn't bear it anymore. She reached out and gently hit Fang Zhicheng, and the underwear in his hand flew out. Fang Zhicheng could only focus his attention on Ning Qiangwei's naked body.
Ning Qiangwei's breasts were not the traditional white and tender ones of women. Like the rest of her body, they were a healthy wheat color. Her breasts were firm and full, protruding forward. Her two small nipples were slightly bulging. At the end of her straight and slender legs, there was a cloud of black fluff.
Ning Qiangwei's body can easily stimulate a man's most primitive desires. Fang Zhicheng held her delicate little face with both hands, slowly moved closer, stuck out his tongue from her jaw, and slowly licked with the tip of his tongue.
Ning Qiangwei became very reserved at this moment. She subconsciously closed her eyes and kneaded the bed sheets tightly with her hands until Fang Zhicheng's tongue tip came near her nose. Ning Qiangwei found that she could no longer hold her breath. She let out a shameful moan and even drooled. Fang Zhicheng noticed her sensitive changes and touched her soft and thin lips with his tongue tip, swallowing all the saliva into his stomach.
Under normal circumstances, Ning Qiangwei would definitely feel nauseous, but at this moment, a wonderful feeling flowed through her lower abdomen. She could only straighten her insteps tightly and try her best to control her body.
In Fang Zhicheng's eyes, Ning Qiangwei's body was very stiff, which proved that this was definitely the first time she tasted this kind of flavor.
"Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?" Ning Qiangwei turned her face away and asked in a trembling voice.
"Wife, how could I think you're dirty? In my heart, you are the purest goddess, and no one can desecrate you, except me, of course." Fang Zhicheng said with a smile. He felt that he should communicate more with Ning Qiangwei at this moment, so as to ease her inner tension and make the following plot more natural and logical.
Just as Fang Zhicheng was thinking about how to make the atmosphere more romantic, Ning Qiangwei suddenly moved her body, and pressed Fang Zhicheng under her body. Before he could react, he felt a chill under his body. His purple briefs were thrown aside.
Ning Qiangwei lay under his body, as if she wanted to take a closer look. Her two long eyebrows were tightly knitted. After observing for a few seconds, she no longer hesitated and took the big round head of the ghost into her mouth. After holding it for a while, she looked up at Fang Zhicheng and said, "Is that so?"
Fang Zhicheng secretly laughed in his heart. He didn't know where Ning Qiangwei found the sex technique from. She subconsciously thought that this was an inevitable step. He didn't discourage her enthusiasm and whispered, "Eat it like a lollipop!"
"Disgusting!" Ning Qiangwei rolled her eyes and stretched out her fingers to flick the hideous bald head, but she couldn't bear it. She followed Fang Zhicheng's instructions and licked the penis with the tip of her tongue. Her saliva quickly moistened it. Fang Zhicheng closed his eyes and couldn't help but let out a light hum.
"Is that all? So boring!" Ning Qiangwei spat out the food and complained. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng looked quite comfortable, she sighed helplessly, continued to swallow it into her mouth, and sucked it awkwardly.
The feeling of excitement only lasted for a moment. After all, Ning Qiangwei had no experience, so many actions became useless. Fang Zhicheng slowly sat up, held Ning Qiangwei's face with one hand, and put his other hand around her soft and tight waist. He half-lifted her up, got off the bed directly, and finally pushed her against the wall.
Fang Zhicheng nodded slightly, and his forehead bumped with Ning Qiangwei's. Fang Zhicheng sighed softly and said, "Qiangwei, I will give you happiness."
Ning Qiangwei was already emotional. She didn't know what to say. She just nodded slightly with red eyes and whispered, "Come on, I'm ready."
Before Ning Qiangwei could finish her words, Fang Zhicheng pressed his lips on her red lips. Ning Qiangwei already had some tacit understanding and was sucking the saliva from Fang Zhicheng's mouth.
Slowly, Fang Zhicheng hooked one hand around the inside of her right leg, and Ning Qiangwei instinctively raised her leg and wrapped it around Fang Zhicheng's waist. Fang Zhicheng felt a little tingling in his lower abdomen, and when he reached out and touched it, he found it was grass.
Fang Zhicheng moved one hand up along her lower abdomen and pinched her elastic nipples. With the other hand, he loosened her thighs, letting them hang on his body instinctively. Then he found the piece of flesh protected by sparse hair in the buttock groove, and gently touched it with his index finger. He found that although the lips were tight, the cool liquid was sticky and sticky.
Fang Zhicheng's movements were very gentle. He then pulled out his middle finger and gently inserted it into the tight gap of flesh, sliding it back and forth. That place was like a flower bud blooming, turning from a gap into a flesh chasm.
"It's too itchy, so uncomfortable, don't move!" Ning Qiangwei felt unwell. This discomfort was particularly unfamiliar. Her lower body felt like it was splitting, very painful, and a little itchy.