Chapter 33 Clothes

Outside the room, there were occasionally Yan Hao's footsteps running up and down and his mother's speech. It was not very real to hear it, as far away as the sound from another world.

In the room, wherever you see, it was pitch black.

But under the darkness, there was the hot body of the two entangled together.

When her father's palm was pressed against Yan Qian's naked skin, she was like a furry cat, so shocked that she stood up with hair. The palm seemed to be filled with fire, which made her tremble all over.

Um... She made a little unspeakable sound, and was soon blocked by her father's lips and tongue.

Under the soft pajamas, my father held her breasts with big hands and kneaded them lightly or hardly. He was very greedy. After rubbing one side, he rubbed the other side, as if he was playing with some treasure and couldn't let go.

Yan Qian was rubbed and her limbs were soft, hanging on her father, humming in a low voice.

The wet kiss was no longer so intense, but no one could bear to move his lips away, and he still pressed them tightly, lingeringly licking the other person's lips and tongue.

The two of them gradually shifted their attention to Yan Qian's breasts.

Yan Qian only felt that her breasts were rounded and flattened by her father's big hands, like kneading dough. He had a lot of force, which made her feel a little painful, but it was more exciting and exciting.

The nipples were very sensitive, and the small one became hard and straight. He rubbed them left and right on his face against his father's palm. He even pinched the nipples with two fingers and gently pulled them out.

Well...Ah... A soft voice overflowed from Yan Qian's lips. Dad's tongue poked over and licked the slit eroticly, without going in, just licking back and forth in the gap.

Yan Qian couldn't stand the seduction and stuck out her tongue. The touching of the two tongues seemed like a small current spreading, and the electricity made their waists numb. They couldn't help but shake their waists, allowing each other's genitals to rub quickly through several layers of fabric.

The comfortable pleasure comes one after another, flowing up continuously.

Her lips were eaten, her breasts were rubbed, and her genitals were rubbed. All the stimulation gathered together, making Yan Qian feel so happy that she was thrown into the air. She was as if she was thrown into the air, her body was light and comfortable.

At some point, my father's lips and tongue left, and his slippery tongue wandered downwards, licking the corners of her lips, rubbing her delicate chin, and licking her neck down... The place where the tip of the tongue swayed, there were sticky and ambiguous water stains.

Yan Qian felt her father hugging her higher again so that he could easily lick her collarbone.

She was wearing a loose T-shirt tonight with a large collar and her collarbone on both sides was exposed, and her father's tongue licked back and forth along the shape of her collarbone.

Yan Qian couldn't see her father's appearance, and could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of licking saliva. She raised her chin, closed her eyes, and followed her body. Every place he licked was chilly, numb and itchy, like an ants crawling by.

Then, she heard her father say to her in a low voice: Lift up the clothes.

Just a few short words made Yan Qian blush.

Her heart trembled and her body collapsed even softer in her father's arms.

Dad's lips remained at the cranium of her neck, licking her collarbone from time to time. After he said this, he stopped gnawing and handed over the choice to Yan Qian, waiting patiently for her decision.

But his words are so tempting.

His lips and tongue had already licked her chest, and now he asked her to lift her clothes again. Was she going to expose her two breasts naked and let him lick it?

Yan Qian's breathing became rapid again, her heartbeats like a drum, and her chest was fluctuating violently.

The inner gods and gods were fighting, and while feeling too ashamed, they couldn't help but want to obey their father.

After a while, her hands slowly moved away from her father's neck, her fingers trembled gently, and she lowered to pinch the hem of her T-shirt and slowly lifted it up.

As the fabric was lifted up little by little, Yan Qian's delicate and tender skin was exposed inch by inch.

Fortunately, they were in the dark at this time and could not see each other, otherwise she would not dare to do this.

They have done this kind of thing like stealing the bell several times.

Soon, the hem of the clothes was lifted onto her lower abdomen, and the cool air made her get goose bumps, but she didn't stop as if she was being gupped, but continued to lift her clothes up until she reached the top of her chest and stuck to her collarbone.

The two pairs of heavy big breasts were exposed to their father's eyes at close range. However, he could not see them very clearly, and at most he could only see the outline of his breasts.

Yan Qian thought so, feeling shy and expectant.

Because of the darkness as a protective color, she couldn't help but secretly look forward to her, hoping that her father would do something more obscene to her.

Yan Qichi could obviously sense her movements, so when she pulled out her clothes and stopped, he eagerly buried his face in her naked and fat breasts.