At this moment, Yan Qichi even forgot to breathe. The air seemed to solidify, leaving only the pink nipples in front of him trembling slightly. The slightly perky curve was like a hook, instantly hooking away his three souls and seven spirits.
Yan Qian knew that one side of her bra had been pulled off, but she didn't dare to look at it. The slight coolness of the air touched the tip of her nipples made her face turn red. She shyly turned her face to one side, inhaling her breath very lightly, and her body shivered uncontrollably.
Then, she noticed that her nipples were being held in her mouth, wrapped in warm and moist mouth, and her tongue tip was entangled and hooked, and sucked gently.
Every subtle change of movement seemed to tease her heartstrings, make her lose her mind, and then sink into despair.
Yan Qian opened her lips slightly, but she didn't dare to moan. She was afraid that once she made a sound, this psychedelic moment would be completely broken.
She panicked and resisted, but couldn't help but get addicted to it.
My father's mouth was very hot, and his abundant saliva was soaking her nipples, wrapping it soaked and sticky. He was like playing with some rare treasure on a plate. He held it for a while, sucked it for a while, spit it out, and then licked the same pink areola around him.
His eyes were drooping, his eyes were filled with surging desire, his movements were slow and restrained, but full of eroticism.
Perhaps seeing her gradually accepting such an overly intimate touch, Yan Qichi's movements became less careful. He ate the wet nipples into his mouth again. This time, the force was stronger, almost even the areola was eaten, and then sucked heavily.
This mouthful seemed to have even been sucked away. Yan Qian felt a numbness on her waist and her body leaned back softly, but she was soon surrounded by one of her father's arms, fixing her in her original position.
He put one arm around Yan Qian's waist, raised the other hand, covered the neglected breasts on the other side, and then rubbed them gently through the clothes.
The breasts on both sides were played with at the same time. The excessive stimulation made Yan Qian feel dizzy and a blurred desire appeared on her beautiful face.
Suddenly, a sharp alarm ring came from the kitchen.
The sudden ringing made the father and daughter stunned, and their bodies instantly froze.
It was like magic was broken, and both of them came to their senses at the same time.
That was the alarm bell set when Yan Qian was stewing the soup.
Just as Yan Qichi stood up and pressed the deadly alarm clock, Yan Qian hurriedly put her clothes together, slid down from the platform, and blushed to cook her chicken soup.
The soup is almost ready, I have to... stir-fry a few dishes.She opened her mouth with difficulty, her legs were still weak and her hands were shaking. She would not remember the menu she had planned in advance.
Yan Qichi, who was standing next to the middle island platform, had a slightly deep face and his breathing was still a little rapid. The tent that was supported on his crotch would not be able to survive for a while. He looked at Yan Qian who was busy with his eyes, without saying a word.
Yan Qian's heart beat very fast, and she was so panicked that she was busy for a while, but she did nothing. In the end, she just stood in front of the dishwasher in frustration and lowered her head at a loss.
Looking at her pretty look, the nameless anger in Yan Qichi's heart quickly disappeared.
He sighed silently, walked up to hold her shoulder, moved her aside, and said: Let me do it.
Yan Qian looked up at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that he would cook.
Since she returned to this home, she had either cooked, cooked, or ordered takeaway, and had never seen her father cooked.
Yan Qichi carefully checked the dishes she bought, and thought about the dishes in his heart, so he turned around and said to her: Why are you stupid? Help me.
Yan Qian's heart beat faster by his cold eyes, blushed and hesitated.
Yan Qian knew that one side of her bra had been pulled off, but she didn't dare to look at it. The slight coolness of the air touched the tip of her nipples made her face turn red. She shyly turned her face to one side, inhaling her breath very lightly, and her body shivered uncontrollably.
Then, she noticed that her nipples were being held in her mouth, wrapped in warm and moist mouth, and her tongue tip was entangled and hooked, and sucked gently.
Every subtle change of movement seemed to tease her heartstrings, make her lose her mind, and then sink into despair.
Yan Qian opened her lips slightly, but she didn't dare to moan. She was afraid that once she made a sound, this psychedelic moment would be completely broken.
She panicked and resisted, but couldn't help but get addicted to it.
My father's mouth was very hot, and his abundant saliva was soaking her nipples, wrapping it soaked and sticky. He was like playing with some rare treasure on a plate. He held it for a while, sucked it for a while, spit it out, and then licked the same pink areola around him.
His eyes were drooping, his eyes were filled with surging desire, his movements were slow and restrained, but full of eroticism.
Perhaps seeing her gradually accepting such an overly intimate touch, Yan Qichi's movements became less careful. He ate the wet nipples into his mouth again. This time, the force was stronger, almost even the areola was eaten, and then sucked heavily.
This mouthful seemed to have even been sucked away. Yan Qian felt a numbness on her waist and her body leaned back softly, but she was soon surrounded by one of her father's arms, fixing her in her original position.
He put one arm around Yan Qian's waist, raised the other hand, covered the neglected breasts on the other side, and then rubbed them gently through the clothes.
The breasts on both sides were played with at the same time. The excessive stimulation made Yan Qian feel dizzy and a blurred desire appeared on her beautiful face.
Suddenly, a sharp alarm ring came from the kitchen.
The sudden ringing made the father and daughter stunned, and their bodies instantly froze.
It was like magic was broken, and both of them came to their senses at the same time.
That was the alarm bell set when Yan Qian was stewing the soup.
Just as Yan Qichi stood up and pressed the deadly alarm clock, Yan Qian hurriedly put her clothes together, slid down from the platform, and blushed to cook her chicken soup.
The soup is almost ready, I have to... stir-fry a few dishes.She opened her mouth with difficulty, her legs were still weak and her hands were shaking. She would not remember the menu she had planned in advance.
Yan Qichi, who was standing next to the middle island platform, had a slightly deep face and his breathing was still a little rapid. The tent that was supported on his crotch would not be able to survive for a while. He looked at Yan Qian who was busy with his eyes, without saying a word.
Yan Qian's heart beat very fast, and she was so panicked that she was busy for a while, but she did nothing. In the end, she just stood in front of the dishwasher in frustration and lowered her head at a loss.
Looking at her pretty look, the nameless anger in Yan Qichi's heart quickly disappeared.
He sighed silently, walked up to hold her shoulder, moved her aside, and said: Let me do it.
Yan Qian looked up at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that he would cook.
Since she returned to this home, she had either cooked, cooked, or ordered takeaway, and had never seen her father cooked.
Yan Qichi carefully checked the dishes she bought, and thought about the dishes in his heart, so he turned around and said to her: Why are you stupid? Help me.
Yan Qian's heart beat faster by his cold eyes, blushed and hesitated.
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