Chapter 25 Desire

The man held the high-quality Huimo with his slender and fair fingers and slowly grinded them. This movement exuded a cold and advanced sense of abstinence.

Yan Qian looked down at her eyes, and the enthusiasm on her cheeks could not fade.

They were so close that her breath was full of the faint mint fragrance on the man's body. The fabric of the clothes behind her rubbed as if there were no such thing as a father and daughter, but an intimate couple.

It's ready to write.Yan Qichi looked at her red ears, her eyes were dull, and the thick desire inside was rolling. He asked: What font should I write?

Li... Lishu.Yan Qian stuttered a little. She usually spoke normally, but she stuttered when she was nervous.

Write it to me.Yan Qichi's tone was gentle, as if he was teasing a timid kitten.

Yan Qian smoothed the rice paper on the desk, pressed it with paperweight on top, held the brush to dip the ink, and then leaned over and put it down.

However, because the two of them were too close, she just bent down and realized that her buttocks were pressing against his father's hips, and the buttocks were just rubbing against his slightly raised genitals.

Yan Qian's cheeks were hot, like a patient with a high fever.

This was obviously a very subtle and ambiguous position, but Yan Qichi seemed to be unaware of it and asked her: Why don’t you write it?

Yan Qian's hands are shaking, how can she write it?!

But under Yan Qichi's gaze, she still gritted her teeth and wrote the first word.

Obviously, the writing is broken.

Your grandfather said you wrote well?Yan Qichi asked a question, and the force of writing was obviously used incorrectly.

As he said that, he bent down, reached out and gently held Yan Qian's hand holding the brush, and led her to write the same words beside him, with one stroke at a time, with a proud and proud look on his face.

Yan Qian stared at the hands that were holding each other together, a little dazed.

Isn't it better to write this way?

He asked questions in a row, like a dedicated teacher.

Seeing that the only student didn't listen carefully, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his other hand, put his head on her waist, lowered his head to her ear and asked: Did you hear it?

In this posture, the two men's bodies were completely tightly attached, leaving no gaps.

Yan Qian's legs are weak.

Breathing gradually became rapid.

Listen...heard.She said.

Then write it.He let go of her hand holding the pen, but the man was stood up and still maintained the position of pressing against her back and hugging her waist.

How could she write this way?How can I have the heart to write?I can't concentrate at all!

But even so, Yan Qian still couldn't bear to push him away. The loss in the past two days was quietly comforted at this moment.

Yan Qian felt that she was really bad. While resisting doing something cross-border with her father, she quietly looked forward to what her father would do to her. It was really contradictory.

Trying to ignore the intimate posture of the two, Yan Qian calmed down, bit her lower lip, changed to a piece of rice paper and wrote again. This time she wrote it better than before, and Yan Qichi seemed to be satisfied, and did not interfere with it.

However, when Yan Qian wrote a stroke, her father's hand holding her waist suddenly moved.

With both hands, he touched her chest, held her breasts through her thin T-shirt, and rubbed them slowly and gently.

His breathing was completely messy, and his hands holding the pen were shaking in a different way. His stroke was as curled as instant noodles. Yan Qian felt numb all over and felt that she was about to be unable to stand firm.

It was broken again.Dad was talking in her ear, and the warm breath fell on her ears, making her tremble all over.

At this moment, the appearance of quiet and peacefulness was completely broken, and replaced by the hot body and the desire to break free from the cage, like an invisible fire, rapidly spreading and burning around the two of them.

The pen in Yan Qian's hand fell off completely. The pen tip covered with ink made a freehand splash of ink on the white rice paper.

She supported her hands on the table, lowered her head, and gasped quickly, her petite body pressed against her father's arms, trembling helplessly.

The desire that was interrupted in the kitchen that day was once again ignited.

Yan Qichi grabbed her breasts with one palm on one side and rubbed her eroticly, rubbing her plump breasts into various lewd shapes. Yan Qian accidentally glanced at her eyes, and her cheeks were so ashamed that she looked hot, and she looked away in panic.

Too porn.

Her breasts were obviously not small, but her father could still hold them with one hand. The force of his kneading was very strong, so big that some of the breasts seemed to be squeezed out from the crack of his hands.

Yan Qian blushed and wondered whether her two breasts would be damaged.

Dad was obviously very uneasy, his perky nose was pressed against her ears, panting quickly, his body was tense, and his genitals under his crotch were hard and hot, and through his pants, they just pushed into the crack of her buttocks.

The numb pleasure came from her breasts one after another. It was obviously hurting because of the rubbing, but the feeling was even greater. She could even feel that her father gently pulled her nipples through her underwear.

Yan Qian was so happy that her legs were trembling, and her slender waist couldn't help but twist.

The exciting pleasure was like a tide, and it was about to destroy her.

Just when she thought that such comfort was about to reach her physical limit.

Dad suddenly let go of her breasts.

With both hands all the way down.

Her left hand pulled open her waist of her pants, and her right hand slowly drilled into the opening.

Yan Qian's eyes widened again.

No……