Chapter 82 Daddy

Zhou Ye frowned, and he began to recall where he did not do well. This made him suddenly become dysfunctional in his perception of himself.

Xia Yao didn't want him to think about those unhappy things anymore. She put her hands on his neck and kissed him slightly.

Do it first, I want it.

Her voice is soft and she can make people feel good when she speaks normally, and she can scream better in bed.

He finally came back to his senses, whispered to her, and then touched her clitoris and began to fuck her pussy quickly.

The boy's swollen and red genitals kept coming in and out of her flesh hole. The water inside was repeatedly pounded, and tiny foam appeared at the entrance. Within a few minutes of insertion, she was made into white juice.

Zhou Ye's spirit and body seemed to be separated at this moment. He saw her getting more and more excited, grabbing the bed sheet and clamping his waist like a kitten and gasping on the bed, knowing that she was really feeling the pleasure of sex now.

This rhythm lasted for a while, and she finally had her face flushed and fucked to orgasm by him, and her body began to tremble and twitch.

He was so stimulated by this scene that he couldn't stand it anymore. After thrusting her cramped her cramped pussy for a few times, he ejaculated hard, and his breathing became chaotic.

After pulling it out of her body, Zhou Ye saw white semen falling in front of the condom. He felt his muscles relax after extremely stiffness.

Still I don’t remember when he didn’t want her anymore. After being together, he didn’t even care about her.

The liquid he pounded out was hanging between the cracks of her white legs and slowly flowing down. Zhou Ye was stunning for a moment, but soon he regained his consciousness as the flow of these liquids.

He was worried that these would flow to her bed sheets, so he leaned over and pulled a few pieces of paper from the side, and reached out to wipe all the things off for her.

After Xia Yao finished with him, she saw that he was busy there and felt a little cold.

The sweat she had on the bed sheet was probably blown away by the air conditioner. She couldn't help but lie down in a different place and pulled the quilt to cover it.

She felt the afterglow after sex with her boyfriend in her quilt, and her whole body couldn't stand it and her legs couldn't help but clamped them in the quilt, and asked him in a low voice: Do you eat some fruit?

Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment and said: Ah, okay, thank you.

Xia Yao buried half of her face in the quilt, staring at him wearing clothes and dealing with condoms afterwards. She felt that her boyfriend's jawline was as clean and clear as a knife, with a prominent Adam's apple and a handsome face.

The key is that he has a good figure, his waist is really thin, and his muscles are clearly contoured, which is better than those of many male classmates in the class.

Zhou Ye didn't feel his girlfriend moving towards his body. He usually did this. He exercised all year round, so he always had muscles. Maybe he was completely indifferent when he got used to it, and he didn't think it was a rare thing.

He sat on the bed again, took the fruit plate cut by his girlfriend and started eating, and found that the watermelon inside was unexpectedly sweet.

When he had something delicious, he couldn't help but want Xia Yao to taste it, so he gave her a piece of watermelon and sent it to feed her.

This tastes great, you can try it.

Xia Yao had only exposed her eyes and looked at him. Now he was fed by him, and he also poked his head out of the quilt, opened her mouth and took the small piece of watermelon he put in and started eating.

Zhou Ye saw her cheeks bulgingly moving, and she felt more and more like feeding her daughter.

He felt that his mentality had become wrong. This was his girlfriend, not his daughter.

But... I feel like I think of her like this, and there is no sense of incongruity.

He reached out and touched the sweat on her forehead and wiped it off. The tiny hair was wet and stuck to her skin, and she had no intention of resisting him.

He called her: Baby.

She looked up at him, and the watermelon in her mouth had not finished eating it.

Zhou Ye suddenly hoped that she could reply like this, calling him Dad, or daddy.

He felt like he was dreaming.

In fact, he has never understood it. He has such a well-behaved, sensible and obedient beautiful daughter who doesn't look at her carefully. Of course, the consequence is that he is a bad guy like him who covet her and goes to bed early.

The key is that she really doesn't understand anything.

Zhou Ye sometimes even thinks that fortunately she met him. Although he is not a good thing, compared with those boys who just think about how to get points for games and how to bypass the system to prevent addiction, his three-dimensional views and tutors are still slightly better.

At least he knew very well what he was doing to her and what he had to bear.

He would be responsible for her to the end, and would never run away halfway, nor would she sleep, and she would think that the game was more important. She was childish and let her take care of the matter by herself. No matter how uneasy or anxiety she had, she could tell him, and he had the patience to listen.

Zhou Ye suddenly became interested in her father and couldn't help but move the topic to that.

Why didn’t your dad get all the cats that your stepmother has?Why doesn't he let you go and live with him?

Xia Yao was silent for a while, and thought for a long time.

Finally, she shook her head under the quilt and said: I don’t know.