Girl from the Dance Art High School (Adult Rape and Abuse Fiction)

Chapter 1 Special Program Section 1 Help in the Bathroom "My dear daughter, you are really good." While rubbing his daughter's breasts, Dad Fang shot the last stream of semen into his daughter's uterus. Fang Yun lay on the desk, gasping for breath. The two breasts on her chest were swollen like small hills, and the two pink nipples had grown to the size that they could not grow any bigger.

The father pulled his penis out of his daughter's vagina, and took another lingering look between her wide-spread thighs. The two petals were still opening and closing, and milky white semen mixed with translucent vaginal fluid were flowing out little by little.

"My dear daughter, Daddy has a good gift for you." Daddy took out a gift box from his bag and said, "My dear daughter, take a look and see if you like it."

Fang Yun sat up from the desk, took out a tissue to clean her lower body, then took the exquisite gift box from her father's hand, opened it and saw that it was a pair of beautiful nipple rings. The upper end is a stainless steel arc clip inlaid with blue jade, with a round mouth design instead of a more exciting serrated design. There is a bolt between the clip and the bell to adjust the tightness. The bell is made of transparent crystal and it sounds very pleasant when it swings gently.

"My dear daughter, do you want to try it?" The father came up and pinched his daughter's plump breasts: "They are really getting bigger and bigger."

Fang Yun gave her father a coquettish look, carefully hung a bell on her left breast, adjusted the tightness of the clip, and it seemed to feel pretty good. He hung the other one on the right breast and shook her breasts. She immediately felt a special stimulation coming from the nipple. "How is it? Do you like it?" The father pinched his daughter's pink breasts and felt that it was not enough. He hooked the nipple bell twice: "How does it feel?"

"I like it so much." Fang Yun threw herself into her father's arms and kissed his bearded face. Her father held her plump breasts in his hands and played with them for a long time. Suddenly, she remembered, "It's getting late. I should go." As she said that, she picked up the black tulle lace bra that she had just thrown aside from the table and put them on.

The father took a look and saw that it was already late, as his daughter still had to study in the evening. So she got her daughter's shirt and helped her put it on.

The thin silk top was low-cut, pushed up by her swollen breasts. A pair of red cherries poking out from the nipple clamps were extremely tempting. Fang Yun straightened her long skirt, adjusted her clothes, took the hairpin from her father and pinned it in her hair, then kissed him twice on the face: "Daddy, I'll come to see you next weekend."

Fang Yun, a 17-year-old girl in her prime, has a height of 157cm and a perfect weight of 41kg. She is currently a third-year student at the high school affiliated to the State Academy of Dance and Art.

Sitting in the car of her father who runs a big company, they soon arrived at the school located in the suburbs. When entering the school gate, the guard couldn't help but swallow hard when looking at the young and beautiful girl. What a beautiful girl, it's a pity that he couldn't enjoy her.

Before returning to the dormitory, Fang Yun first went to the special practice room of her class. As expected, her roommate and best friend, Murong Li, was practicing there.

Murong Li is about the same height as Fang Yun, but she is much thinner than her. However, Murong Li's breasts are in no way inferior to Fang Yun's, and are also the favorite of some male teachers in the school.

"You're back." Murong Li greeted her happily. She was wearing a tight training suit that showed off her curves. Her two particularly plump breasts swayed with her movements.

"Yeah, there's a show tonight, how could I not come back."

The program Fang Yun was talking about was an open secret in their dormitory. Although Fang Yun's family is not short of money, their life is monotonous and lacks excitement. The same is true for the other twins, Ruochou and Ruopin. Ruochou loves excitement by nature and always drags her twin sister along. But unlike her name at all, her sister Ruopin is truly sentimental.

So, in the second grade, Murong Li discovered a very exciting activity: providing services to the boys in the school. Although he didn't expect to make much money, it happened to satisfy the endless desires of the girls. At the first few times, Ruopin was still shy, but as the saying goes, first time is new, second time is familiar. After a few reluctant acceptances, her uterus, which was well filled with semen, finally began to call for the man's powerful sprint and ejaculation.

What's more, this exciting activity can make money. If you are lucky, each of the four girls can earn six or seven hundred yuan. Anyway, they are often molested by boys when they are practicing in class, and they have to be careful about the teacher's dirty hands. Pretty girls like them are often called to a small room for "individual training" by the teacher, and sometimes they have to deal with all kinds of requirements from the teacher. It is better for them to make their own decisions.

Fang Yun walked up to Murong Li and put her arms around her slender waist. The two kissed each other for a while before letting go of each other as they met for the first time in these days. Fang Yun then unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. Sure enough, the pair of beautiful nipple bells immediately attracted Murong Li's attention: "So beautiful!"

"It's a gift from my father," Fang Yun proudly shook her proud breasts. Even though they were of the same sex, Murong Li couldn't help but reach out and touch them, "Does it hurt?"

Fang Yun saw that Murong Li was eager to try but afraid of the pain, so she smiled and untied a nipple ring on her left breast, "Here, I'll put it on for you."

Murong Li looked back at the clock in the practice room. It was already past five o'clock, so he went to call it a day and take a shower and eat.

"Sister, come with me to take a bath. After the bath, I will try this."

"Okay, Xiaoli will look even prettier with this."

Outside the practice room is the locker room shared by all grades, and outside the locker room leads to a large bathing pool. The left half is boys, and the right half is girls, separated by frosted glass. However, this layer of glass is only 1.6 meters high, so it is easy to escape from prison with help.

Murong Li sat on the leather bench in the locker room and began to take off her clothes. There was nothing underneath her tight white training suit. Fang Yun stood aside and looked greedily at her flawless white body, her belly without any fat, and her two snow-white and round breasts with pink buds blooming on the front. It stands tall and straight, and is so adorable.

Xiaoli folded her top and put it aside, then began to take off her lower body clothes. Her thighs were as smooth as white jade, with slender and graceful lines, but unfortunately, her arms blocked the view of her delicate flowers.

Xiaoli originally studied folk dance and started foot binding when she was in elementary school. Of course, this kind of foot binding was not the three-inch golden lotus in ancient times, because it did not change the shape of girls' feet, but only restricted their development. Although Murong Li and Fang Yun are both 17 years old and their heights differ by only 1cm, Xiaoli's pair of jade feet are only two-thirds the size of Fang Yun's.

Naked, Xiaoli found her bathing supplies from her locker. Fang Yun followed her and pinched her perky butt: "What have you been doing these days? It seems to be getting perky again."

"What can I do?" Xiao Li pouted. "You're just teaching those rookies. You're going home to have fun again. The other two are pregnant, and one has to take care of our baby daughter. It was supposed to be a job for four people, but now it all falls on me alone."

The third-year seniors are supposed to guide the first-year juniors, which is the tradition of the Dance Art Middle School. This year, the four subordinates assigned to their dormitory were also four little girls, who should have just been deflowered or not yet deflowered.

"Okay, I'm back." Fang Yun hugged Murong Li. This beautiful girl had been very busy. She only met with her schoolmates once, and then she continued to represent the school in various competitions, bringing back glittering trophies and a belly full of semen. Almost all the things fell on Murong Li alone. No wonder she complained to her sister.

"I'm going to take a shower," Murong Li was about to close the locker when Fang Yun suddenly seemed to remember something: "Do you still have that spray? Lend it to me."

"Which one?"

"That one," Fang Yun stood on tiptoe and glanced at the cabinet, "the contraceptive one, in a white plastic bottle."

"Oh, there's more." Murong Li helped her find it and handed it to Fang Yun: "What's wrong?"

"Mine is all used up." Fang Yun sat back lightly on the leather stool, lifted her skirt, shook the sprayer vigorously twice, opened the lid, pulled out the thin tube, and carefully inserted it into her flower house. Murong Li came over, kissed her on the face and went into the bathroom.

Today, perhaps because it was a holiday, the younger girls from the first and second grades went out to play, and most of the older girls from the third grade had clients or various strange things to do, so not many of them came to practice. This also means that the bathroom is also rarely used.

I randomly chose a cubicle, put my things aside, untied my hair that was tied tightly behind my head, shook my head, and stood under the shower head. Just as I was about to turn on the switch, I suddenly heard a voice from the boy's side:

"Hey, beautiful lady, the hot water over there is broken. Come over and take a shower."

Um? Murong Li stuck her head out from the frosted glass partition in confusion, and saw a big boy lying on the 1.6-meter-tall glass partition that separated the boys and girls. He looked to be over 1.78 meters tall.

I turned the switch twice doubtfully, and sure enough, not a drop of water came out. Murong Li ran to the adjacent cubicle to try, but there was no hot water either.

"Well, I told you so." The boy said to her with a smile, "Beautiful girl, you have a great figure."

Annoying guy. Murong Li covered her vital parts with a towel, picked up her things and went to the glass. "Do you have hot water?"

"Of course." The boy's eyes were fixed on the breasts that could not be covered, "It's really perfect."

"Really?" Murong Li looked at it and hesitated for a moment: "But I can't get through."

"It's okay, I'll help you." The boy extended his hand generously: "Hand over your things first."

After handing him the towel and other things, Murong Li was no longer covered at all. The boy looked at the beautiful girl with big breasts and a nice butt, swallowed his saliva twice, and said to her, "Raise your hands, I'll carry you over."

Murong Li listened to him, raised her arms high, and stood in front of the partition with a pair of extremely tempting white breasts. The boy opposite stretched out a pair of strong arms, and with a pair of big hands, he supported her under the armpits. He sank his dantian, took a deep breath, and lifted up the beauty.

As her body rose little by little, Murong Li moved forward, held the boy's shoulders, found a fulcrum, and then used her waist to lift one leg and step on the glass curtain, then sat on it, and pulled the other leg over. Adjust the position. She was sitting right facing the boy.

What a pity, what a pity, her legs were closed and he couldn't see the rose in full bloom. The boy felt regretful in his heart, but now this posture allowed him to enjoy the magnificent view of the mountains and peaks from all directions. He should be satisfied, as it is what is called steady and long-lasting.

The boy exerted more force and took Xiaoli down from above. When he landed on the ground, it was either intentional or unintentional. Her delicate legs brushed against his big thing that had been hard for a long time. Although it was only for a moment, it made Xiaoli's heart tremble with fear: It was such a hard thing, and so hot.

She didn't know yet that he had been paying attention to her since she entered the bathroom. It was not his fault but that she was too tempting, making the hot breath in his dantian unable to calm down.

Now that the two of them were so close, he seemed to feel that the guy became harder.

Section 2: The notorious Weasel Dance Art High School, a high school affiliated to the famous Dance Art Academy in Y City. A sea of ​​beautiful girls, a paradise for men. In this place where all kinds of young and energetic girls are in full bloom, they thrive and grow into one lustful flower after another under the diligent watering of the cocks of their male teachers and classmates.

On the fourth floor of the training building, in the exclusive boys' bathroom for third graders, a tall, strong and handsome boy and a petite and beautiful girl were standing almost face to face. Not to mention, the boy's strong arms were around the girl's armpits. Although it was not very direct, he could still feel the beauty of her pair of seductive white rabbits.

"It's really strong." The boy muttered to himself, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and quickly loosened the pair of wolf claws: "Oh, do you want to take a shower?"

This seems like nonsense. Does it mean that someone is streaking if they take off all their clothes and go into the bathhouse? It's just a pity that Murong Li, who usually never spares anyone's words, seemed to be under some kind of spell this time. Her eyes were firmly drawn to his broad and strong chest, his well-defined abdominal muscles, and his biceps that were clearly visible when his arms moved casually. She could almost imagine what kind of heart-pounding fuse was buried in these muscle explosives that contained huge energy.

"Ah... yes..." Murong Li hurriedly picked up the basket she was carrying things in and casually put the towel on her shoulders: "I'm going to take a shower, yes, take a shower."

As she said that, she lowered her head and quietly slipped past the boy. Finally, she turned back to take a quick look at the cock, which was like a huge cannon on a cliff by the sea, raised high and intimidating without even showing any anger.

He was also looking at her. Not to mention her big and firm breasts, her round and perky butt, her two thighs carved out of marble, smooth and slender, and her pair of small feet with graceful lotus steps. It’s really good. I just came here to play, but who knew that there would be such a white lamb washed and delivered to the wolf’s mouth. I really couldn't help laughing.

Murong Li stood in the cubicle, hung up her things, turned around to look at the boy, and found that he was still there, looking at her with his hands on his hips. She felt a little uncomfortable. Although it was more than once or twice that she had slept with men, and they had also had experience of taking a bath together, but it was really awkward to take a bath by herself with a strong naked man standing behind her and watching her like today.

She blushed and whispered to the boy, "Well, classmate?"

"Well, is there anything?" His eyes wandered between her breasts for a while and then quickly jumped to the mysterious black forest below. Wow, it was indeed a fragrant meadow. It looked like a ripe and delicious fruit!

"Well, could you turn your back? I'm not used to it." Murong Li's voice was a little soft, more like a coquettish tone than a request. Fortunately, Ruopin was not here. If Ruopin was here, she would have fainted from shame and no one would know about it.

"Oh...oh...ok, okay..." This boy was very gentlemanly. Not at all like those effeminate boys in our school who had no real skills but were all extremely impatient.

Seeing him turn around, Murong Li also turned around boldly and turned on the faucet. The warm water poured down all over her, and her beautiful body was instantly filled with the rising white mist.

"Well, you're not from our school, right?"

After a moment of silence, it was Murong Li who broke the silence. This boy is so strong and handsome, but I have never seen him before. He is definitely not from our school. Generally speaking, if a boy is handsome or strong, he can be remembered by girls as long as he meets one of the conditions. And this boy actually! at the same time! Both! It meets both conditions, but it is not in her memory, so it should not be from this school.

"Oh, I'm from the Sports University." The boy thought that he was free anyway, so he simply walked to the cubicle opposite her, turned on the faucet and took a hot shower: "I'm in the second year."

"Oh, so that means he is the senior." Murong Li whispered, "The Sports University is far from our school. Did the senior come here by car?"

"Yeah, I thought your school was next to Wuyi, but I didn't know it was here. I ran for half a day before I realized I was in the wrong place." The boy said casually, "I'm here to look for my sister. She's in the third grade at your school. Her name is Huang Jifeng. Do you know her?"

"Ji Feng," Murong Li's mind flashed with the image of a girl who liked to wear red clothes, laugh and dance. "She was in the classical dance class, and we took classes together."

"Oh," the boy wiped the water drops off his face: "Classmate, which class are you from?"

"My name is Murong Li," Xiao Li turned around and held out her hand: "I'm from the ballet class, and I'm also in the third grade."

The boy took two steps forward and held the tender hand, which was indeed soft and boneless, and as tender and smooth as fat.

"My last name is Huang, and everyone calls me Third Brother."

When hearing the words "Third Brother", Murong Li, who was originally smiling, suddenly froze and even his hands stopped there and he couldn't take them back.

The third brother sensed that something was wrong with the little beauty and quickly let go of her hand: "Have you heard of any... story?"

"No...no..." Murong Li felt like a rabbit was jumping around in his heart. I have heard people say that there is a guy named Huang in the Sports University. Behind his back, everyone calls him the Weasel, but in person they have to call him "Third Brother" just because he has a strong fist. When he was a freshman, he defeated all the violent elements in the Sports University. This guy is cunning, cruel and extremely romantic. The Sports University is across the street from the Dance Academy and the Film and Television Academy. It is said that this weasel often takes his men to the two schools with many beautiful girls to have fun. I wonder how many girls in these two schools have been abused by them.

Now in this secluded bathroom that has almost disappeared from the face of the earth. She was left alone with the legendary boxing champion, naked facing each other. How could she not be terrified?

The third brother stood there, looking at the delicate female body one meter away. Water droplets hit her shoulders and flowed down her smooth back, which was like a whole piece of marble, forming a small river. Although she was still taking a shower, it was obvious that she was a little absent-minded.

He touched his nose, wondering if his reputation was really so bad. He walked over gently and put one hand on the little beauty's shoulder: "Hey..."

"Ah..." Murong Li shuddered all over as if she had been electrocuted. This reaction was so adorable. It's been a long time since I tasted such a fresh little beauty.

"Would you like me to rub your back?" He spoke in a kind-hearted older brother tone: "My skills are excellent."

"What technology?" Murong Li couldn't help but ask back, but he regretted it as soon as the words came out. I only heard a lewd laugh behind me: "Of course it's the technique that makes Xiaoli sister feel comfortable." As he said that, a pair of magic hands pressed on her shoulders, gently pinching the acupuncture points on her shoulders: "Xiaoli sister is very focused in practicing, the flesh on her body is very strong."

"You, what are you going to do..." Murong Li, who was indifferent to the praise from the man behind her and only wanted to resist, was pressed back by his two incredibly powerful iron hands. She grabbed the plastic water pipe with both hands, and the dense water lines washed her soft long hair. She could feel the hot thing under his crotch rubbing against her buttocks.

The third brother picked up the bath sponge in Murong Li's basket, poured some shower gel on it, and said to himself, "Oh, it still smells like jasmine."

As he spoke, he used it to gently rub back and forth on the beautiful woman's smooth jade back. With his gentle movements, Murong Li's stiff arms finally relaxed slowly, and the muscles all over her body were no longer tense, as if the bath cotton had some magical power, and wherever it was rubbed, the skin surrendered.

"Actually, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have three heads and six arms, nor am I a vicious monster. It's just that sometimes I have to use my fists. You know, in the boy's world, it's very sad if your fists are not strong. In fact, I don't like fighting. I won't fight if I can avoid it. It's just that some people insist on fighting with me, and when they lose, they tell everyone about it. Hey." The third brother rubbed her back while talking to himself: "You know, you look a lot like my sister."

"Ji Feng?"

"Yeah, but you're probably a little taller than her." The third brother put his nose close to her and smelled the jasmine scent on her body. "You don't know my name yet, right? I'm the third child, and my name is Shulang."

“Shu Lang…” Murong Li muttered to himself, “Shu Lang…Huang Shu Lang…Weasel…!”

"Yes," Shu Lang nodded helplessly: "This is a good name my father gave me."

He squatted down and gently wiped Xiaoli's legs. Without his instruction, Xiaoli opened her legs which had been tightly closed.

He wiped it carefully and patiently, little by little, with gentle movements, which made Murong Li feel very comfortable. Finally, when he wiped her ankles, he simply sat on the ground. Murong Li held the water pipe, raised one of her little feet, held it in his hand, and wiped it carefully. She asked thoughtfully, "Are you studying ballet?"

Murong Li knew that he was puzzled by her feet, which were one size smaller than those of ordinary people. "When I was in junior high school, I practiced folk dance. Later, because foot binding was too painful, I couldn't stand it, so I switched to ballet class."

"Doesn't ballet hurt?" His hand gently brushed the calluses on her toes. "This is also a girl's medal. To have a beautiful body, you have to pay a lot of sweat and tears."

"It hurts, but it's much less painful than foot binding." Murong Li held the plastic water pipe with one hand, stood on one leg, and performed a few common ballet moves lightly. She turned around and smiled at him: "How is it, am I quite professional?"

Chapter 3 Intoxicating Agar "More than that... it's absolutely beautiful." Shu Lang looked at the peony flower that slowly opened with the movements of the little beauty, and for some reason, a 100,000-horsepower engine suddenly roared in his chest, continuously pumping oxygen-rich arterial blood into various organs. As if an electric current was turned on, the two crescent-shaped motors under the waist began to work efficiently, spreading adrenaline and hormones along the ducts to where they were most needed.

From the outside, the most obvious reaction was that the huge cannon was obviously ready to fire, just waiting for the order.

He grabbed her little feet and wiped them gently: "I've finished wiping the back, it's time to wipe the front."

Thanks to his father who couldn't speak Mandarin, he taught him an accent that was between Mandarin and dialect. Murong Li heard it as "插插前." Although he didn't blush like Ruopin, his cheeks flushed. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." He lowered his head, as if concentrating on wiping her feet. Her five cute and exquisite toes were inlaid with crystal clear toenails. Although there was a layer of calluses on the front due to dancing practice, it was almost negligible compared with the thick calluses on the palms of his hands. What's more, there is such a little trace of beauty on this naturally flawless skin, just like scratching a beauty's face, and it makes the surrounding skin look more tender as fat.

The bath sponge slid across the instep and went up along the ankle. Water droplets rolled down the girl's slender and curvy body, washing away the last bit of foam.

Murong Li leaned against the frosted glass partition, enjoying the slight pleasure of having her toes gently held by his rough big hands. This feeling was something she had never experienced when she was with Sister Ayun, not to mention those "them" who were always coming and going in a hurry.

He suddenly stopped and looked up at the girl who was blooming like a flower: "Can you pass me the bath gel?" Murong Li's habitual distraction happened at this moment, forcing him to raise his voice and say it again before he could bring the little beauty back to life.

"Oh," Murong Li slapped her forehead in defeat, "I was distracted, sorry." She turned around and took out a bottle of shower gel from the basket and handed it to him: "I'm so sorry, I asked you..."

"Serving beautiful women has always been my greatest pleasure." Even when sitting on the ground, Shu Lang did not forget to touch his nose: "I always have a slogan for girls."

"What slogan?"

"It doesn't matter if you are romantic or not, it just has to be your own will," he said seriously. Murong Li was immediately amused by his tone and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What? It doesn't sound good at all."

"In a word, though," he bent his arms and glanced at the pair of white rabbits that shook up and down as the girl's body trembled, "this is quite brute force, but it won't be used against girls. This is for those ignorant boys."

"I really can't believe it," Murong Li smiled as she leaned against the angle between the partition and the tiled wall, "You actually said something like that. It's true that hooligans are not to be feared, but hooligans with culture are to be feared."

Shu Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Ruffian? My father is a famous lawyer. Although I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps, it doesn't mean that I am uneducated. After all, I am from a family of scholars and poets."

"Lawyer?!" Murong Li had too many surprises today, so she could skip dinner. She looked him up and down, left and right, and said, "I really can't tell that you have the talent for this."

"I think it's enough for our family to have one lawyer. My second brother is a lawyer now, so why should I follow their path?" Shu Lang muttered as he began to climb upwards, gradually passing her knees and moving up to her thighs.

"I'd better sit down." Seeing that he was having some difficulty moving, Murong Li simply sat down and put one foot on the partition. "You are very skilled. Do you often help girls like this?"

Shu Lang was suddenly stunned for a moment, looking at her innocent face with a smirk: "It seems... it's only my sister."

"Ji Feng?" Murong Li guessed the relationship between the two at once, "So he's the brother with a sister fetish."

"I do want to do this for girls, but," he touched his nose again, "there has to be something worth it for me to do this."

"What do you mean?" Murong Li vaguely felt that something she liked to hear was about to come.

"First of all, she has to be beautiful." Shu Lang's hand gradually approached the plump triangle area, "My aesthetic taste is very normal. I have little interest in dinosaurs, and I don't like her body no matter how good it is."

"Well, what else?"

"She has to be pretty and have a good figure. I don't like those with missing arms and legs, or those with one side higher than the other. But I know a guy who likes this and calls it the beauty of imperfection. I said thank you, I like perfection."

"Well, there should be many beauties whose dancing skills meet your requirements. Aren't you the first to get the moon because you are close to the water?"

"Beauty," Shu Lang emphasized, "It can't just be a shell. Just like when you buy a computer, you have to check the chip, the memory size, and whether it has any viruses."

"What do you mean?" Murong Li was confused.

"I mean, don't accept fools, don't accept 250, and don't accept people with too low EQ. Don't accept people who pretend to be smart, and don't accept people who are sick." Shu Lang said seriously as he passed the bath cotton over Murong Li's flower stream. Perhaps she was still thinking about his "no, no, no", and she didn't react for a while.

"I'm a perfectionist," Shu Lang continued to speak incessantly, but he sat only 0.1cm away from her without anyone noticing. He held her ankle firmly and powerfully with his left hand, and gently moved a little away from the frosted glass partition, so that the mysterious valley bottom between the canyons could be more openly revealed in front of him.

"I demand perfection from myself, so how can I ask the women around me to be careless? But you are different." As she said this, the bath sponge was patiently cleaning the flowers gently and very gently. The petals were gently separated, and milky white foam floated up from the place where the bath sponge touched the petals.

"Hmm... Oh. That place..." Murong Li suddenly came to her senses and was about to stop him, but was frightened by his scientific theory:

"Scientifically proven, this is where microorganisms grow most easily, and where many pathogens easily multiply. In short, this is the place that needs to be cleaned most when taking a shower!"

"Well... I mean... don't do this." Murong Li felt very clearly that his fingers were using the bath cotton as a barrier, breaking through her defenses little by little and exploring deeper.

While enjoying the beauty of the Aries-like girl's lower body, Shu Lang continued to attract her attention: "Sister Xiaoli, I've been talking to myself for so long, I'm so thirsty."

"Thirsty," Murong Li tried to resist the feeling coming from below, but it was obvious that his defense line had been breached due to his loss of vigilance. Now the only way out was a decisive battle outside the city. But the general headquarters, which is still in a state of confusion, is unable to command the battle. "I can't help it... raw water can't be drunk."

"Who can drink here?" He pulled his fingers out from her lower body. There was some crystal liquid on the bath cotton. It was not water droplets, nor was it shower gel. It could only be... Murong Li curled up: "Didn't you say it was voluntary..."

"Aren't you doing this voluntarily now?" Shu Lang smiled evilly, "You should have been aware of this when you crawled over here."

Indeed, she had been mentally prepared for this since she turned over, but she had forgotten about it in the endless chat. Who would have thought that he would actually... She glanced at the mighty cannon under his crotch with a dazed look in her eyes, unable to tell whether it was expectation or timidity.

The water is boiling, you can put the lamb in the pot and cook it! Shu Lang stretched out his arms and picked up the little beauty from the corner, holding her in his arms. He lowered his head, took the cherry in his mouth, and kissed her. His tongue gently tapped her teeth twice, and the door opened wide. A beautiful snake came out to fight, but it was no match for the giant python, which was so strong that it was wrapped up and counterattacked into the door.

The pair of wolf claws were also not idle. The troops were divided into two groups. One group only took the White Jade Peak, and the other group went out of the Oblique Valley. The index finger vanguard and the middle finger general led their troops to attack Chonglan Diecui directly.

The upper, middle and lower parts were lost at the same time, and boundless pleasure surged from all directions, making Murong Li's brain, which was already confused by the steaming hot bathroom, even more dizzy. All she could feel was that the 10-foot-long snake spear was stuck between her buttocks, which she couldn't tell whether she was separated voluntarily or forced. Instinctively, she hugged the man with a body as strong as a rock with one hand, and reached down with the other hand, passing over his claws that were wreaking havoc between the petals, and touched the duck egg-sized spear head.

"It's so hot." She uttered these two words incoherently, but was immediately suppressed by a strong stimulation in her chest: "Ah, no, use your fingernails..."

The two buds were growing rapidly, getting bigger and erect, as if calling for something to torture them. The wolf claw made it so. He gently used his nails to tease the sensitive nipple holes twice, causing her chest to rise and fall like the tide. Shu Lang stuck out his lilac tongue and kissed her tearful earlobe again: "You are so cute. Your body seems to be eager for it."

"It's all, it's all your fault." She no longer had the will to resist, or rather, she had never intended to do so from the beginning. Instead, she tried harder to lift her chest so that the wolf paw could better feel her fullness. She liked the feeling of his rough palms gently rubbing her nipples, and he was amazed at the firmness of her breasts.

Although I knew that she exercised regularly and was in adolescence, so her breasts were perfectly shaped, I didn't expect that her breasts were so firm. When I grabbed them, I felt that I couldn't squeeze them, and only left a few shallow dents on the surface. While feeling surprised, he couldn't help but use a little more strength in his hands.

"Ouch, it hurts." Murong Li frowned and quickly let go of his hand. Sure enough, five bright red marks were left on the jade-white hand.

"It's my fault," he kissed her cherry lips gently, and the hand that remained on the breast changed from pinching to gently stroking, carefully feeling the growing nipple in the girl's breast.

The hand below also quietly left the valley and began to expand the patrol range, including the entire jade leg in the strategic attack range.

Murong Li raised one leg, wanting to let the gurgling stream in front of her face directly face the life-saving plug, but he grabbed it, and her right leg was straight up to the sky. He turned around quickly and sat down. Before she could react, he had already set up artillery and deployed troops, and was at the gate of the city.

Shu Lang used the straight upright leg as a joystick to launch a nuclear missile. He held it with one hand and put the other hand around Murong Li's slender waist. He pressed her waist lightly on the wet floor and pushed her two or three centimeters towards him. The iron-hard cannon also pressed against the petals and was about to break through.

Murong Li put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a gentle yet firm look, as if she had received the final permission. The magic sword finally pierced into the secret passage. After breaking through the initial outer defense line, the road suddenly became wider. According to the report of the finger investigator just now, Xiaoli's vagina should be the type with a front yard and a backyard. Sure enough, the glans below encountered the first obstacle. A layer of flesh ring blocked the way forward like a pass.

Shu Lang continued to press Murong Li's body towards him, while at the same time falling on her. With the combined efforts of both parties, the glans finally broke through the first layer of natural barrier and passed the pass. The flesh ring was stuck just under the glans, as if he had put a steel ring on his treasure.

When the flesh ring was broken, Murong Li also felt a tearing pain. Its size was beyond the size she was used to, and it actually made her feel like she was having her first night in that instant. He quietly lowered his head to take a look at the battle situation below and couldn't help but gasp. He saw that there was still at least twenty centimeters exposed outside the forest, and it seemed to be a circle larger than when he had touched it just now.

The penis jumped twice in this unfamiliar environment, as if it was saying hello to its owner. This time Murong Li took action on her own, and he always pushed her forward, making her feel like she was being raped. She bit her lip, hugged Shu Lang's neck tightly, hooked one leg around his back, and tried to move her little butt forward to meet him. After passing through a slightly spacious space - it was spacious, in that one could still feel the meticulous caress of the honey meat all around, but it was not as tight as the meat ring - a new hurdle was encountered. This time, without waiting for the enemy to make corrections, Murong Li took the initiative to attack and was defeated directly, taking another city.

"Heh," Xiaoli moved her butt and let out a long sigh. Shulang looked at her face covered with sweat with pity, then put down the leg that had been raised for a long time and held her in his arms. Unconsciously, he pushed forward another step, as if he had reached a new level.

"You are really going through all the difficulties here." Shulang's treasure was trapped by one flesh circle after another, and it felt extremely wonderful.

"Yours is so big...ah, it's still getting bigger...I can't stand it." Murong Li lay on top of him and they hugged each other like this until he inserted most of the length of his penis into this secret passage. At this time, she could no longer bear his constant teasing on her nipples. A stream of honey spurted out from her clitoris and her whole body became soft.

Shu Lang pushed her to the ground, put her two legs on his shoulders, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and began to thrust slowly.

Her vagina was narrow and covered with thick layers of flesh, and just the slow thrusting gave him waves of pleasure. However, those layers of flesh tightly locked his vas deferens, making it impossible for him to ejaculate for a while.

Although Murong Li's physique was not extremely sensitive, she could not hold on for long. Even with such gentle breeze and drizzle, she was defeated by the super size of the penis and gasped for breath again.

A girl is the most beautiful when she is reaching orgasm. She has the youthful cuteness of an adolescent girl and the seductive temptation of a mature woman. She closes her beautiful big eyes, letting her whole body rise and fall with the waves of pleasure in her body. A mysterious smile fills the corners of her mouth, and she rubs her breasts which seem to have grown a little bigger with her hands, making the man on her look intoxicated, and he can't help but speed up his lower body.

It happened so fast. Murong Li, who had been able to remain restrained despite his teasing just now, seemed to have become a different person as the frequency of his entry and exit changed. Obscene words and rhetoric emerged one after another: "Ah...ah...harder...harder...fuck...fuck harder, fuck me...brother...third brother...third brother...good third brother...quick...quick, big cock, fuck, fuck my little hole, fuck it, fuck it! Ah!...ah!..."

Although she was still shouting with her eyes closed, Shu Lang was very satisfied with her shouting, so naturally he did as she wished, whipping her delicate flower hole more forcefully and fiercely. Every time he pulled out, the love juice would splash everywhere, and every time he thrust in and out, he would reach the deepest part, and would not stop until the entire penis was deeply inserted into the bottomless hole, even the petals were turned into the soil.

“Ah…ah…insert…insert…so deep, so deep!…too deep! It’s breaking…ah…ah…it’s reaching…it’s reaching the bottom!”

Listening to the moans that sounded like the chirping of an oriole, seeing the blushing face of the beautiful girl, and the boundless pleasure coming from his penis, Shu Lang thrust his penis to the very end, against the mouth of the uterus, and in one go, he sent all his billions of descendants into the body of the girl under him!

Before the main text: Thank you all readers for your visit and responses. The younger ones will strive to do better.

In addition, an official cheat is released: how to distinguish important people from those who are destined to be killed. Important people all have surnames and names, such as Murong Li and Huang Shulang, while the bento party only has a nickname or name, such as "Big D'", "Little B'", "A Wei', etc. ——————Chapter 4: The Girl's Dream (Part 1) After watching Murong Li go in, Fang Yun sat on the leather bench and waited for her to come out. After sitting there for two or three minutes, she felt that it was boring, so she stood up again, opened Murong Li's cabinet, found a box of xylitol inside, poured out a few pills and put them into her mouth to chew.

The shell of xylitol is broken by the opening and closing of the pearly teeth, and a hint of sweet taste instantly spreads along with the clear water. Fang Yun looked at her watch. It was already five fifteen, a really weird time.

He walked back and forth in the locker room in boredom, and finally stood in front of the huge mirror. The girl in the mirror looked at herself outside and saw that pair of red cherries seemed to be trying to push open her outer clothes and break free.

Fang Yun's hands unconsciously unbuttoned her coat, and it automatically moved to the sides, making way for her eternal princess pair.

She gently pulled the nipple bells, and her nipples, which had been erect, were stimulated more strongly, quickly causing a chain reaction below.

"Damn, it's wet again." Fang Yun slowly untied the bow behind her waist, and the skirt fell quietly to the ground without being bound. She bent down to pick up the white skirt, but accidentally let her nipple touch her knees, "Hmm..." Another wave of pleasure spread through her body. What happened to me today? Fang Yun felt that something was not right. Why did this slight stimulation make her feel as if her whole body was losing control? She folded her long skirt casually and walked back to put it on the leather stool, but she noticed that her breathing became a little rapid and her cheeks inexplicably hot. Her mouth was filled with a light sweetness, and the scent of lemon spread quietly with her breath.

Her chest began to rise and fall unconsciously, and her nipples seemed to have grown a little bigger. The hooks on the nipple bells had already cut into her flesh, and a crisp sound was making as her chest palpitated for no apparent reason.

Sitting on the leather chair, although she was sent to the dance school affiliated to the school since she was a child (affiliated kindergarten-affiliated elementary school-affiliated junior high school, and now affiliated high school), she was taught by the physical education teacher to sit upright, with knees together, calves vertically downward, ankles slightly leaning against each other, hands placed elegantly and naturally on the knees, chest held high, shoulders slightly lowered to form a parallel line with knees, head kept level, eyes looking straight ahead...but now, the inexplicable pleasure has made her forget all the teachings, but the habit of ten years has made her body still remain upright like a conditioned reflex.

The girl in the mirror sat on a long leather chair with one leg hanging outside. Her left leg was placed flat on the chair, slowly bent and resting on the base of her right leg.

Between her legs, a lustful peony flower was still in full bloom, and the carp fairy was spitting out some sparkling love fluid from her mouth. The leather bench was wet and the roots of the legs were lubricated. Two slender fingers slid along the love juice on the thighs to the outside of the petals. The fingertips gently scratched the cracks, and in a flash, a stream of love juice wrapped the entire fingertips.

"Ah..." Tan let out a soft moan unconsciously. The girl in the mirror looked at him, her eyes still as charming as ever.

She opened her mouth hungrily, not noticing that the "xylitol" had quietly melted, leaving only the aftertaste and sweet taste in her mouth.

The finger went in a little further, and because of his familiarity with his body, he easily pressed down the erect bud. It had already swelled, and a slight touch of the finger made it stand up a little more.

The nipples became more and more erect, and the nipple bells made endless sounds with the owner's rapid breathing. The remaining snares were deeply tied into the nipples, turning the delicate cherries from pink to deep red. Fang Yun's other hand was blindly scratching at her breast flesh, trying to relieve the pain in her nipple, but she was also reluctant to leave the pleasure in the pain. After scratching for a while, she not only did not untie the nipple bell on her right breast, but also hung the other one on.

The bra was thrown on top of the white dress, half of the coat was still on the leather stool, and the other half was hanging on the ground. She is naked now, but if someone suddenly breaks in and only sees her face, they will still admire her as a quiet and graceful girl. Even though there were extremely provocative nipple rings hanging on the tips of her breasts, and even though her fingers were exploring the deep inside of her lower body, she still maintained a quiet and contemplative expression, as if the waves of pleasure were not in her body.

However, her reason had already collapsed. Her fingers kept digging and searching in the secret passage, but she could not reach the depth she wanted. Her left hand jumped back and forth between her breasts, constantly squeezing the two lumps of white flesh. The clear pain on her nipple seemed to bring her back to her childhood.

She originally had a happy family. Dad, mom, and her, the smart and well-behaved daughter.

Her father is the business manager of an electrical machinery import and export company. His main business targets are South Korea and Japan, and he also occasionally travels to Southeast Asia. At that time, her father had not yet become president, but he had been appointed by the headquarters as CEO of East Asia and was based in Tokyo, Japan.

My mother works in a large trading company, doing accounting work. Both of them are well paid, and their happy life has already reached their ideal state. However, two months before she entered junior high school, her mother and father divorced. The reason is simple: I go home too seldom.

The lawyer who helped her mother with the divorce lawsuit was named Huang. He was a very famous family lawyer and was known for destroying other people's families. After the divorce, my mother went to another city, another country, or another continent, or even another planet, and Fang Yun never knew her again. Because she hated the woman who abandoned them and never wanted to hear any news about her again.

The divorce made her father very distressed. Although he had been working hard to save the marriage and took the initiative to apply for a transfer back to China, being demoted from a regional CEO to a department manager at the headquarters, he still failed.

Fang Yun remembered that at that time her father started to drink heavily. He kept drinking, went out drunk during the day, and came back drunk at night. Sometimes he brought back a few beautiful young women to spend the night, and in the morning he would just give them a handful of money and send them away.

It was summer vacation at that time, and Murong Li and her mother went out to travel. She could only stay in her room to play with Barbie dolls, and go to the third floor of the villa to practice body shape for three hours every day. It was a day in August, the height of summer. Even in the morning, the fierce sunlight mercilessly penetrated the curtains and baked the house extremely dry and hot. The air conditioner in the practice room on the third floor broke down yesterday afternoon. The temperature on the surface was at least 40 degrees Celsius. Even so, Fang Yun, who was always meticulous, got up early, had breakfast, and went up to practice for an hour before coming down.

The air conditioner in the living room on the first floor was still working fine, blowing cold air. After only two or three minutes, Fang Yun, who was afraid of catching a cold, went upstairs again to put on some clothes before coming down to watch TV. When I passed by my father's room, I accidentally heard the snoring of a man sleeping inside.

"Dad hasn't gotten up yet?" she said to herself, and ran downstairs to look at the clock. It was already past nine o'clock. Today was not a weekend, and if the boss knew that she was absent without reason, she would receive a warning letter.

There was a key hanging roughly on the door. With a slight turn, the door opened silently.

The good daughter pushed open her father's door. With a "ding-dong" sound, a glass bottle was knocked over by the door and rolled on the oak floor, startling her. He patted his chest to calm himself down before looking forward again. The bedroom was in a mess, with wine bottles, magazines and documents scattered all over the floor. My father was lying on the bed, reeking of alcohol. He held the corner of the quilt with his left hand and placed his right hand under the edge of the bed without even taking off his watch. Fang Yun approached the bed and saw that he was wearing a suit and tie, but his bottom was stripped down to only a pair of shorts. The strange thing was that he was still wearing a leather shoe on his left foot, but no socks. Although the right foot had taken off the shoe, it was still wearing a sock. It seemed that just crawling into bed last night had taken all his energy. Couldn't ask for more from him.

Fang Yun stood at the head of the bed and turned off the desk lamp that had been on all night. The man on the bed was snoring loudly, and she didn't know whether to ask him to get up or not.

"Dad is so tired. He has to work hard at the company during the day and go to the bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol at night. Let him sleep a little longer." A voice said to Fang Yun. But another voice sounded in her ears: "No, how can you sleep like this? Besides, it's working hours now and there can't be any mistakes." The two voices were fighting back and forth in her mind. In the past few months, she had been silently sitting behind her frustrated father as a competent housekeeper and a good daughter. She did not cause trouble for her father, but also helped him clean up the mess - even including paying the bills for prostitutes who came to ask for money.

However, she only hopes that her father can come back sooner, return to his former cheerful, healthy and positive state, and not sink into such depravity again!

She decided to wake him up. Even though she was a daughter and a father, she had to criticize her father for the things he did wrong!

Fang Yun grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands and lifted it up hard, half of it was lifted off. The remaining half was out of her reach, so she went to the other side. But at this time, her eyes were attracted by the thing standing tall between her father's legs.

"This... is..." She watched in silence, forgetting her own movements. That thing was like a rocket, almost breaking through the constraints of her pants as if it were penetrating the atmosphere. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the strip of object that her physical education teacher always rubbed on her tender body during personal tutoring.

That...is...that?

Although she didn't know what she was thinking, nor did she understand what it was. But, I felt my heart beating for some unknown reason. I quickly touched my face and found that I really had a fever. Although she didn't know that she still looked as innocent as ever in the eyes of others, she felt a little embarrassed.

She no longer went to lift the quilt, but just grabbed her father's right arm and shook him, "Dad, Dad, get up, get up! It's getting late!" The father in his sleep seemed to hear the woman's voice, and he pulled his baby daughter into his arms. Firstly, Fang Yun was caught off guard and secondly, she was small and weak, so her father easily pulled her to the bed.

"Oh, Daddy..." She was still complaining, but suddenly stopped, just because she felt her lower abdomen being probed by a hot and hard object.

"Don't..." Ignoring his daughter's weak protest, the father held his daughter in his arms, his big hands wandering around her thin tights, and soon touched her slightly raised little butt. With a little force, the buttocks were separated.

Her newly developed little body was as tender as a whole piece of fresh tofu. Although she tried desperately to clamp her legs in pantyhose, they were easily separated by her father's hands.

The soft pantyhose has a special smooth feeling to the touch, and the feeling of being touched slightly roughly by the father also brings a different kind of stimulation to the young daughter. Although it is very dangerous, she still doesn't want to get up. Fang Yun lay on her father, buried her head in the pillow, raised her buttocks, and motionlessly let the big hands wander back and forth on her thighs, and finally, reached the most sensitive part of her front. She bit the pillow tightly, and her mind flashed back to the teacher's hands during class and the strip of flesh hidden under the tights.

Well... the teacher also likes to touch Ayun's place with her hands... Dad seems to like it too... Out of a daughter's nature, she endured the strong sense of shame and spread her legs wider to make Dad happy... It is a daughter's duty... Well... fingers... fingers... hate... ah... a wave of pleasure hit her heart, and her virgin hole joyfully sprayed out the first love juice of her life.

Um... so embarrassing... actually... actually... She buried her head deeper, like an ostrich, thinking that this way she could escape the shame in her heart.

But Daddy's fingers would not allow it, and another hand climbed up her back, touched the opening at the back of the tights, found the small zipper, and pulled it down suddenly, stopping only when it reached the lowest point at the waist. The big hand touched the corner of the clothes that was separated into two halves, and pushed it down randomly.

Dad, are you going to strip me naked? How embarrassing... While thinking this, Fang Yun reached out and tried to peel off the tights that were sticking to her body.

Her breasts developed earlier than other girls. It has grown from a small poached egg into a soft medium-sized steamed cake. In the locker room, not only the boys but also the girls stared at her, which was quite embarrassing. Well... I heard that after entering junior high school, the boys' and girls' locker rooms will be separated. Finally, I won't have to endure the lustful looks from those nasty little boys anymore.

It was as if the father's hands had an automatic navigation device, and he had already found his daughter's developing breasts. He pinched the tiny spot in the center without any effort, bringing his daughter a pleasure mixed with pain.

"Ah... Here it comes again..." The stimulation of having her breasts played with, coupled with her father's initial development of his daughter's virgin flower hole, Fang Yun orgasmed again, lying limply on her father. Her slender legs were unconsciously clamping her father's cock, but she no longer had the strength to move an inch...Chapter 5: The Girl's Dream (Part 2) The girl in the mirror still maintained her upright upper body and dignified expression, but the fingers that tirelessly went in and out of her flower path and the bright pool of water in front of the valley undoubtedly reflected her inherent lewdness.

This kind of thermos-bottle-like personality must have been developed by my father himself.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my nipple, as if I was back to that summer morning.

Fang Yun lay limply on her father's body. The tights had been almost completely removed and were bunched up around the waist. Her father's hand unconsciously stroked her smooth back, and she enjoyed the tenderness. Although she didn't know whether she should or not, she was lying half-naked in her father's arms in this bright bedroom, and his fingers brought her to orgasm again and again. If she had a thousand reasons to leave, she also had ten thousand excuses to stay.

Between her slender legs was her father's penis. She quietly used her little hands to help it escape from the prison of her big shorts and return to the free world.

It’s so big… Fang Yun thought to herself, and she became even more eager to try. My father seemed to be still under the control of alcohol and he grabbed the pillowcase and covered his face. Although there was no longer the deafening snoring, he was still sleeping soundly.

Hate it... How could you treat me like this... Fang Yun felt a little disappointed, and her father's hand left her pussy. She stood up and sat between his legs, only to see that there was a wet spot on her father's shorts. How embarrassing, she knew that was the love juice she had just sprayed out, and then she lowered her head to look between her legs, and her pink pantyhose was already soaking wet. Hmm... what to do next?

She learned it by herself and stretched out her little hand to try to stroke the cock. It was completely different from the caterpillars of the boys in her class. It was as thick as... like... the thickest sausage on the supermarket shelf. Fang Yun, who was always punished by the teacher for her love of eating snacks, could only think of this thing.

But, that’s not right, the ham sausage is soft, and dad’s thing is so hard. She stepped back a little, held the hard cock in both hands, and leaned over to look at it curiously. This was the first time she observed an adult man's sexual organs up close. Finally, there was no longer two layers of vague fabric between them, and she could see it with her own eyes and touch it with her own hands.

As if feeling that he was being observed by the opposite sex, the head of the penis suddenly trembled twice. The small hand that was holding the penis clearly felt that the penis had grown a little bigger and seemed to be harder.

Well... strange. The ignorant girl didn't know how to express her feelings. She tried to pinch the glans with her hand, but found that it didn't move at all. Then she circled it with her thumb and index finger and compared it with the glans. The greedy girl immediately thought of the salted duck eggs that came in a box of four in the supermarket.

Hmm, I wonder if this "salted duck egg" will be delicious too? With the feeling of three parts nervousness and seven parts joy when she was having sex secretly, she stretched out her tender tongue and gently licked her father's glans.

Hmm, there is no taste... The daughter looked up in disappointment. Daddy was so real. No matter how people treated him, he still didn't wake up. Now I don’t know what to do.

Thinking of this, she inexplicably felt her pussy itchy again and wanted her father's fingers to relieve the itch.

But my father sleeps so soundly now that he doesn’t know what other people need at all!

Fang Yun moved closer again, untied the pillowcase that was covering her father's face, bent down and used her soft little breasts to block his nostrils. As she wished, her father had to open his mouth and take the soft and slippery breast into his mouth. Ah...it feels so good...the feeling of the buds being swept across by the tip of the tongue is indescribable. On the afternoon of the graduation performance, while waiting backstage, the teacher licked her developing buds. She still remembered that there were many people coming and going backstage. She and the teacher were facing each other in a corner. The teacher was sitting on a chair and she was standing in front of him. Other people passing by thought that the serious and responsible teacher was giving his final instructions to students not to be nervous and to relax their muscles. Who knew that she was following the teacher's instructions and sticking out her breasts that were gradually taking shape for the teacher to feast on.

She supported her elbows on the pillow and raised her body slightly, allowing her father to hold her tender buds with his lips, as if they would melt in his mouth. Before she knew it, she orgasmed again. Once again, she fell limply onto her father.

This time the father woke up and when he opened his eyes he saw only his daughter's smooth and slender goose neck. He quickly lifted up his daughter's little body with his hands, only to find that she was crawling on him half-naked. There seemed to be some shiny liquid stuck on the slightly raised breasts. For a moment I thought of the beauty in my mouth just now, and then I realized it was my own saliva.

"Ayun...you..." Dad looked at his daughter's rosy cheeks after the orgasm, his heart was shaken, and he swallowed what he was about to say. His right hand slid inward along his daughter's shoulders, passed the delicate collarbone, and slid to the top of the hill. He scratched it tentatively twice, and when he saw that his daughter did not react, he reached out with both hands and grabbed his daughter's tender breasts.

"Ah... Daddy, be gentler..." Instinctively succumbing to her sexual desire, Fang Yun did not resist her father's actions, but just shyly covered her pretty face.

"My dear daughter..." Dad enjoyed the beauty of his daughter's chest: "It's so comfortable." "Daddy..." She whispered softly, trying her best to overcome her shame.

"Hmm?" "Ayun...do you look good?" "Yes, I do, daughter. Can you put your hands down? Daddy wants to kiss your little face." After hesitating for a moment, Fang Yun put down her hands that were covering her face, revealing a dignified and beautiful face, but her eyes and eyebrows had a hint of lust, which was fleeting, and her father thought he had seen it wrong for a moment.

He held his daughter in his arms, kissed her cheeks, and then held her little tongue. She was very skilled in kissing, and it seemed that she had been taught by someone.

"Daughter... have you ever kissed anyone else?" The father asked softly, kissing his daughter's pink neck.

"Teacher, there is Xiaoli, and a few boys." Hearing that his daughter's red lips had been tasted by several people, the father couldn't help but feel regretful. If he had known this would happen, he would have taken action earlier. "Do you like them?" "I don't know." Fang Yun answered simply and neatly.

Dad was puzzled: "Then why do we have to kiss them?" "The teacher taught us." Fang Yun lay on her father, and the bud on her chest was being kneaded lightly and heavily by her father. She liked this feeling of being slightly abused. "The teacher said that girls should save their first time for the person they love the most." Dad's stubble rubbed against her face, and she whispered in his ear, "Ayun doesn't like Dad drinking every day. Ayun wants Dad to be happy and wants to give Dad Ayun's first time." The daughter's voice was transmitted clearly to his brain, and the immediate reaction was that the cock jumped twice between her daughter's thighs.

He caressed his daughter and said, "Ayun, are you telling the truth?" It was like a dream and he couldn't believe it was real. His beloved daughter said with her own mouth that she would dedicate her hymen to her father's cock?

She stepped out of her father's arms, looked at him firmly, and nodded. The father was touched and hugged his daughter again: "My dear daughter, Dad promises you that he will never drink again. Dad wants to be a good father. Okay?" "Okay." The daughter's voice became excited, and suddenly, she whispered in his ear very mysteriously: "Dad, what should Ayun do?" The daughter is still very innocent. He smiled slightly, let go of his daughter, and said to her: "Come on, dear daughter, help Daddy take off his clothes." Fang Yun was very obedient. She reached out to help him untie his tie first, and then unbuttoned his white shirt one by one. He admired his daughter's serious expression, watching her tender breasts shaking slightly up and down with the movement of her arms.

Soon, all of Dad's clothes were taken off, even his shorts were taken off and put aside. Fang Yun also untied the tights from her waist, and was about to take off her pantyhose when her father stopped her, "My dear daughter, don't panic, don't panic." He asked his daughter to sit on his legs, and use her two thighs wrapped in smooth pink pantyhose to tightly clamp his big cock. Then, he held his daughter's small waist and taught her how to move up and down, swallowing and sucking.

Although the softness of the pantyhose gave him a very intense pleasure, what excited him the most was hitting the soft flesh between his daughter's legs every time. Not to mention, the daughter was very talented and learned the moves in no time. She held her father's shoulders with both hands, jumped up and down with the cock in her arms, and even the pair of tender pigeon breasts on her chest were bouncing around. The dad almost couldn't hold back and ejaculate.

"Ah... um..." The big hands suddenly hugged the daughter's tender buttocks to stop her from jumping. The glans pressed against the highly stretchable pantyhose and easily broke through the defense of the rose petals on both sides and penetrated into the entrance of the vagina. Half of the glans was stuck in the vagina. At this time, Dad couldn't bear it anymore. With a meaningless shout, the heavy artillery below began a continuous bombardment.

The bombardment lasted for two or three minutes before it stopped, and the glans was still stuck in the hole that had never been visited by anyone. Fang Yun felt a pain in her hole, as if she was being torn apart. She looked down and saw that the penis was almost still outside. She thought, if this thing was stuffed all the way in, wouldn't it be the end of me?

However, in order to help her father cheer up, the daughter should make some sacrifices. Having made up her mind, she said to her father, "Dad, Ayun likes... likes... likes..." "You like Daddy's cock, right?" The father immediately guessed his daughter's mind, "Daddy's cock is inserted in your little hole, does it hurt?" "Yeah," she shook her head immediately, "It doesn't hurt. Daddy, come in quickly." Although his daughter said so, the father still pulled out his cock from between her legs. The glans was already wet with semen. There was an obscene smell in the air. The pink pantyhose had sunk into the vagina and was stuck in there and couldn't get out. Fang Yunsheng reached out a hand, tugged at the pantyhose, and pulled it out of her vagina. It was also covered with semen, as well as the girl's love juice that had gushed out of her vagina over and over again.

"Dad..." Fang Yun looked at her father embarrassedly, and her tender hands were caught by him and brought to the cock that had just ejaculated: "Come on, baby, good daughter, help Dad." Her small hands were clumsily stroking the cock, and her father's big hands were divided into two groups. One group reached to the bottom of her pantyhose and played with her newly opened petals, and the other group stayed on her chest and tortured the pink buds, bringing her newly developed body to orgasm again.

The girl outside the mirror looked at herself in confusion. Her body was still as straight as a bamboo, but her hands moved faster. Finally, a stream of translucent love fluid gushed out from the secret passage. He slowly pulled his fingers out of the hole, and his whole body seemed to have lost all strength. The upper body, which had remained upright, finally slowly softened.

Actually here... Fang Yun put on her clothes slowly, touched her forehead, and felt a little feverish. She had inexplicably fallen into a dream in the locker room.

What is going on? She looked at herself in the mirror, as if asking.

Before she could think too much, she suddenly seemed to hear bursts of obscene sounds coming from the bathroom opposite. When she listened carefully, it seemed to be Murong Li's voice. It's sharp and thin, and when you reach climax, you will unconsciously let out a moan that sounds like a pin scratching on glass.

Fang Yun tidied her clothes, turned around and saw the puddle of water on the leather chair, then took out a roll of paper towels from Murong Li's cabinet and wiped it clean.

After she had completely destroyed all the evidence outside, she went into the bathroom to see what had happened.

There was nothing, not even the shadow of Murong Li. She was just wondering when she suddenly heard the string of obscene words again. This time it was quite clear that they came from that side.

She approached quietly, her soft-soled slippers making no sound on the tiled floor. Faintly, I could see two naked bodies behind the frosted glass.

Murong Li stood in front of the glass partition, holding the glass with almost no resistance with both hands. Shu Lang penetrated her vagina fiercely from behind. Her swollen breasts were squeezed mercilessly by his big hands, as if he wanted to pull them off her body.

She was really too slutty. Shu Lang had never imagined that this girl with such an innocent and cute face could be so wanton when she moaned. Her body, stimulated by the cock, began to exude a charming mature woman's aura, which was completely different from her previous purity and a bit of shyness.

Fuck, fuck, I’m going to fuck you to death today, you little slut. He had already ejaculated once just now, and based on years of practical experience, this second round would last a long time. I must fuck this little slut until she begs for mercy. While thinking about it, he attacked the girl under him more fiercely.

Fang Yun did not go any closer, but just leaned against the glass wall of a cubicle and looked over there. The one in front, with her hands on her chest and her hair swinging back and forth, was Murong Li who was screaming unscrupulously. The boy behind her seemed very strong and could make her orgasm repeatedly. The sound went straight to the sky. The cock under her must taste delicious.

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

I feel uncomfortable if I don't go for a day