When Yan Qian thought that her naked back was completely exposed to her father, she was so embarrassed that her whole body was numb and she didn't dare to move. She could only pray in her heart that her father's hands could move faster and that she could end the torture as soon as possible.
She could clearly feel the cotton swabs stained with ointment wandering around her back little by little. The touch was like father's fingers, touching her skin gently and slowly.
Yan Qian didn't understand why she had such associations, but she just couldn't control her brain.
Perhaps subconsciously, she was eager to get close to her father.
The touch, which seemed to be there, lingered around her waist, was drawing small circles, constantly stimulating Yan Qian's nerves. Just when she thought that such a touch was about to end, the cotton swab with small circles suddenly penetrated into her buttocks.
Um... She hummed coldly, and was startled and bit her lower lip.
Is he even allergic to the hip slit?
The cotton swab strokes back and forth in the buttocks for a few times and is quickly taken away.
Yan Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but before she could finish her breathing, the cotton swab was touched with a cool ointment and came in again...
Her only thought now is that she is very itchy.
The back is itchy, the buttocks are itchy, and even the center of the legs that are stuck by the underwear gradually itched.
Unlike the itch of allergic, the itch in the heart of the legs is a secret, hot and empty itch that makes her want to reach out to rub or scratch, but she doesn't even dare to move, let alone touch the shy place.
Yan Qian thought that her hair was very strong under her, not only the front, but also the hips might be there. I wonder if her father would see these shameful things from behind. She was so embarrassed.
Worried about being seen, Yan Qian instinctively clamped her legs.
In the morning, I forgot to fold the quilt. When I just lie down in a hurry, I just pressed it on the quilt. At this time, she clamped her legs and pinched a small handful of quilts to the center of her legs. The quilt directly poked on her itchy pussy.
God, Yan Qian complained secretly in her heart.
There is a cotton swab slid back and forth on the hips at the back, and a half-hard quilt in front is pressed against the center of the flower.
Yan Qian was stunned, her head was swollen, and she couldn't tell whether it was itchy in the front or the back, as if she was thrown into a hot pot, floating and suffocating.
She seemed to be wet under her.
The warm and sticky body fluid slowly overflowed from the hidden corridor...
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed like it was very fast. I heard my father's voice coming from behind. After applying the ointment, I waited for it to dry before putting on my clothes.
Before Yan Qian could react, her father put the ointment on the bedside table and turned around and left her room.
Yan Qian didn't dare to look up, but just glanced out of the corner of her eyes.
My father left more quickly than usual.
With a click, the door was gently closed.
Yan Qian's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and her body completely collapsed on the bed.
The quilt that was pressing against her pussy was still there. When Yan Qian moved, the quilt was crushed through the slit, making her hum lightly.
Um……
My brain was still a little hot, but my legs clamped the quilt and started to shake it involuntarily.
Very crisp, itchy, and shameful.
Yan Qian slept like this in a daze. When she woke up, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Because she had applied medicine, her back was not itchy. She got up and put on her clothes. She went out to look around and found that her father was not there. There were notes left by him on the dining table.
I'll go to the hospital and come back tonight.
Dad's handwriting is very beautiful, and his pen is swinging and vigorous, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
It's nice to be alone, quiet.
Yan Qian called the restaurant and ordered a belated lunch. After eating, she went back to her room to do the test paper. She put away her messy thoughts and soon became immersed in the sea of questions.
By the time I came to my senses, it was already dark.
Thinking that her father was coming back soon, Yan Qian's heart began to pound again and her cheeks were a little hot. After applying medicine at noon, her mood was extremely complicated and she didn't know how to face her father.
Then, she remembered again that the doctor told the ointment to be wiped three times a day, which means that it would be wiped again before going to bed at night.
Just when Yan Qian was thinking about it in a mess.
The door of the small yard was pushed open, and Yan Qichi came back.
She could clearly feel the cotton swabs stained with ointment wandering around her back little by little. The touch was like father's fingers, touching her skin gently and slowly.
Yan Qian didn't understand why she had such associations, but she just couldn't control her brain.
Perhaps subconsciously, she was eager to get close to her father.
The touch, which seemed to be there, lingered around her waist, was drawing small circles, constantly stimulating Yan Qian's nerves. Just when she thought that such a touch was about to end, the cotton swab with small circles suddenly penetrated into her buttocks.
Um... She hummed coldly, and was startled and bit her lower lip.
Is he even allergic to the hip slit?
The cotton swab strokes back and forth in the buttocks for a few times and is quickly taken away.
Yan Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but before she could finish her breathing, the cotton swab was touched with a cool ointment and came in again...
Her only thought now is that she is very itchy.
The back is itchy, the buttocks are itchy, and even the center of the legs that are stuck by the underwear gradually itched.
Unlike the itch of allergic, the itch in the heart of the legs is a secret, hot and empty itch that makes her want to reach out to rub or scratch, but she doesn't even dare to move, let alone touch the shy place.
Yan Qian thought that her hair was very strong under her, not only the front, but also the hips might be there. I wonder if her father would see these shameful things from behind. She was so embarrassed.
Worried about being seen, Yan Qian instinctively clamped her legs.
In the morning, I forgot to fold the quilt. When I just lie down in a hurry, I just pressed it on the quilt. At this time, she clamped her legs and pinched a small handful of quilts to the center of her legs. The quilt directly poked on her itchy pussy.
God, Yan Qian complained secretly in her heart.
There is a cotton swab slid back and forth on the hips at the back, and a half-hard quilt in front is pressed against the center of the flower.
Yan Qian was stunned, her head was swollen, and she couldn't tell whether it was itchy in the front or the back, as if she was thrown into a hot pot, floating and suffocating.
She seemed to be wet under her.
The warm and sticky body fluid slowly overflowed from the hidden corridor...
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed like it was very fast. I heard my father's voice coming from behind. After applying the ointment, I waited for it to dry before putting on my clothes.
Before Yan Qian could react, her father put the ointment on the bedside table and turned around and left her room.
Yan Qian didn't dare to look up, but just glanced out of the corner of her eyes.
My father left more quickly than usual.
With a click, the door was gently closed.
Yan Qian's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and her body completely collapsed on the bed.
The quilt that was pressing against her pussy was still there. When Yan Qian moved, the quilt was crushed through the slit, making her hum lightly.
Um……
My brain was still a little hot, but my legs clamped the quilt and started to shake it involuntarily.
Very crisp, itchy, and shameful.
Yan Qian slept like this in a daze. When she woke up, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Because she had applied medicine, her back was not itchy. She got up and put on her clothes. She went out to look around and found that her father was not there. There were notes left by him on the dining table.
I'll go to the hospital and come back tonight.
Dad's handwriting is very beautiful, and his pen is swinging and vigorous, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
It's nice to be alone, quiet.
Yan Qian called the restaurant and ordered a belated lunch. After eating, she went back to her room to do the test paper. She put away her messy thoughts and soon became immersed in the sea of questions.
By the time I came to my senses, it was already dark.
Thinking that her father was coming back soon, Yan Qian's heart began to pound again and her cheeks were a little hot. After applying medicine at noon, her mood was extremely complicated and she didn't know how to face her father.
Then, she remembered again that the doctor told the ointment to be wiped three times a day, which means that it would be wiped again before going to bed at night.
Just when Yan Qian was thinking about it in a mess.
The door of the small yard was pushed open, and Yan Qichi came back.
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