The sound of the metal zipper was like a magic spell, stimulating the nerves of the knife, and when he was wrapped in Ding Lan's moist and warm lips and teeth, he only felt as if there was an electric current in his body, which ran directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The knife instinctively raised his head, and his hands on the wall were already tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands and the crooks of his arms were clearly visible.

He tilted his head back and felt his body like a drifting boat, sent up by the turbulent currents to the top of the waves, and pulled back to the bottom of the valley after valley.

He had to work hard to open his mouth wide, keep breathing, and then take deep breaths to ensure that he would not suffocate.

Xiaodao thought that he might die here today!

Ding Lan always tilted his head, his hands and lips and teeth cooperated, as if he wanted to paint the most beautiful picture in the world.

Suddenly, Knife lowered his head, his eyes deep and dark, but moist and bright, just like Ding Lan had seen for the first time in the hallway of the Orange Clubhouse.

The lines of the knife's face were tightly tensed, as if it had been engraved with a knife and axe, hard and clear, and he suddenly saw that he stretched out his hands, pulled up Ding Lan, who was kneeling between his legs, and then lowered his head and kissed him deeply.

He tasted his own taste in her mouth, and this taste stimulated his taste buds and nerves, and he couldn't help but reach down with his big hand and tear off Ding Lan's thong without hesitation. immediately grabbed her waist and sent her straight up.

When the tight and thick entered her body, Ding Lan involuntarily raised her head, only to feel that a white snow seemed to appear in front of her, snowflakes flew all over the sky, swirled, and finally fell on her face, melting into water droplets.

She opened her mouth wide and couldn't make a sound for three seconds, and she actually reached Gao Chao the moment he entered.

It was a fulfilling feeling, as if her body and soul, which had been hollowed out, had been replenished. Relieved, Ding Lan's legs bent upwards and were firmly coiled around the waist of the knife.

The knife hugged Ding Lan tightly, leaned her body against the wall, and the tightly knit lips were pursed into a beautiful line, and his eyes were dark, staring straight at Ding Lan.

"You ......"

"Ding Lan!"

Suddenly, Ding Lan opened his mouth and interrupted the words that the knife didn't have time to say:

"Call me Ding Lan!"

Ding Lan said word by word, like a fish in shallow water, struggling and swaying. Hearing this, the knife's eyes tightened, and he leaned forward and sealed Ding Lan's lips hard.

At the same time, his strong and powerful waist began to hit back and forth rhythmically, and every time, Ding Lan felt as if his soul was about to be knocked out.

She has had countless men, but there has never been a man who can give her the feeling of a knife.

She knew that no one could do it but him!

Soon, the sharp impact of the knife made her body more and more weak, and several times, she couldn't help but want to shout, shouting out the restlessness in her heart at the moment.

But she gritted her teeth and held back.

The knife's kiss grew deeper and deeper, as if to suck her soul out together, and it took a long time to let go of her.

Regaining her breath, Ding Lan involuntarily opened her mouth wide to absorb the air, she put her hands on the chest of the knife weakly, but she still couldn't let her body have any relief.

Xiaodao looked at Ding Lan's intoxicated eyes, paused the movement of his waist slightly, let go of his hands, carefully put Ding Lan's body down, and stood up straight on the ground again.

However, how could everything end so quickly.

The knife grabbed Ding Lan's soft and weak body, turned over, and turned her back to him.

Ding Lan felt that she was like a lifeless Barbie doll, being manipulated by a knife, she obediently leaned her body against the wall, her hands and cheeks were tightly attached to the cold tiles, and her eyes were cold and bright, but they were wide open.

It's just that there is one part of the body that is extremely empty at the moment.

The knife seemed to notice Ding Lan's abnormality, and couldn't help but pick his lips obliquely, but he didn't rush in, but took a step forward, and put his two big hands on Ding Lan's hands on the wall, clenching them hard.

And he bowed his head and dropped a kiss on Ding Languang's white shoulder.

Ding Lan was very thin, so with his back to him, the knife could clearly see her distinct vertebrae, his eyes became more and more hot and deep, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and gently lick the bones that were clearly visible under the skin.

From the cervical vertebrae, little by little, slowly slide down to the caudal vertebrae.

Every time, Ding Lan's body couldn't help but tremble, and the water hit her head unscrupulously, slowly sliding down her body, just like the slightly calloused palm of the man behind her, scraping her sensitive skin little by little.

Suddenly, the lips and teeth of the knife were withdrawn from Ding Lan's back, Ding Lan swayed, and suddenly felt a violent and powerful impact under his body.

If it weren't for the wall, Ding Lan believed that he would definitely be knocked to the other end of the wall.

The knife swung back and forth again and again, but Ding Lan always bit his lip tightly and refused to make a sound.

For her, to make a voice at such a time is a surrender to a man. And she will never surrender to anyone!

And those men in the past have never brought her such a feeling, which makes her want to shout and make a noise involuntarily, so at this moment, she can only grit her teeth desperately and endure.

Whether in normal times or in bed, she is not a woman who will surrender and lose!

The movement of the knife seemed to be getting faster and faster, and Ding Lan felt as if in the next second, his body would fall apart, and his body began to slide down.

Seeing this, Xiao Dao couldn't help but free up a big hand and reached out to the front to wrap around Ding Lan's body, helping her support and helping her get closer to him.

He had already seen Ding Lan's forbearance, and he was a little unhappy and swung his waist harder, one hotter and more intense.

"Speak up!"

His hoarse, deep voice was like grit, scraping his eardrums and skin.

"Ding Lan, speak up, call out!"

In response to the knife, there was only Ding Lan's stubborn silence......

Ding Lan was finally carried back to the room by the knife, which is very strange to say. Over the years, she has met countless men, but she has never been made powerless by men because of this kind of thing.

And Xiaodao looked at Ding Lan in her arms at this moment, she seemed to have taken off the cold and hard armor on her body, gentle and obedient like a Persian cat, honestly snuggled in his arms, squinting her eyes slightly.

Ding Lan was placed on the big bed, and her wet and messy hair was spread out on the snow-white sheets.

She was really tossed in the bathroom just now, and although the knife was delicious, she was definitely not the kind of man who was dissatisfied. He knows how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so he plans to let Ding Lan go for the time being.

But when she put Ding Lan away and was about to get up and go to the living room to smoke, Ding Lan noticed his intention one step ahead of him, stretched out his arm in time, and hooked the neck of the knife.

She held a pair of cold and dark eyes, and the light under her eyes was full of provocation:

"What? Can't do it anymore? ”

The knife's face sank for a moment.

No matter what kind of man he is, in this kind of thing, he is not allowed to be said that he can't do it. What's more, Xiaodao knows how many pounds and taels he has, and the word "no" is too far away from him! It was never in his dictionary.

His sharp eyes looked straight at Ding Lan who was smiling and smiling under him, he just didn't want to toss her too miserably, she actually dared to provoke him here?

Hehe!

The knife hooked the corners of his lips, smiled coldly, and his lips instantly drew an evil and crazy laugh:

"Are you sure you can hold on?"

Ding Lan raised his chin slightly without showing weakness and continued to provoke:

"It's up to you, whether you have the ability to make me beg for mercy!"

As he spoke, Ding Lan had already raised his slender and white thighs, and began to rub up and down on the legs of the knife, and the knife's eyes tightened, and he clearly felt that the desire that he had just managed to restrain and fade instantly steamed again.

As soon as his lower abdomen tightened, he stretched out his tongue and licked his front teeth a little dangerously:

"Ding Lan, don't blame me for not reminding you, even if you beg for mercy later, I won't let you go again!"

The knife's warning did not make Ding Lan have the slightest fear, and the two legs were even more presumptuous and directly coiled around the waist of the knife, and pressed downward, tightly fitting the crotches of the two together.

Her thin and sexy lips opened slightly, exhaling like an orchid, word by word:

"I can't ask for it!"

Xiaodao's face sank, he was no longer suppressed, and he kissed Ding Lan's lips fiercely, this time, he seemed to be venting his anger, sucking and gnawing very hard, and after a while, Ding Lan felt that his lips began to numb.

His burning palms roamed up and down his body, slowly downward, until he came somewhere.

Sensing what he was going to do, Ding Lan's heart sank, and then he felt the fingers of the knife penetrate the barrier and directly enter his body.

Her body tightened, instinctively arched her waist, the knife couldn't help but pull her lips away for a moment when she saw this, her tall body was covered with Ding Lan, the corners of her mouth were hooked evilly, but her voice was full of ridicule:

"Can't help it?"

Ding Lan, who was exposed, glared at the knife with some resentment, but bit his lip and refused to admit defeat.

How could she throw in the towel? How can he admit in front of this arrogant man that he has started to become crumbling just because of one finger?

Ding Lan didn't answer, the knife was not annoyed, his fingers began to pump hard, and when the lip flap fell again, it was almost pious and gentle, little by little, pious, it didn't look like a one-night stand at all.

Ding Lan fell again, and when she was distracted, she heard his low, magnetic voice slowly ringing in her ears.

He said:

"Don't you like screaming? Well? ”