Yan Yan's pickles

Fang Xian didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in the co-pilot with the seat belt tied around his waist, which made Fang Xian uncomfortable.

It took him a lot of effort to turn his head, and he saw Yan Yan who was driving beside him at a glance.

Fang Xian looked at Yan Yan for a long time before he asked in a daze, "Yanyan?"

Yan Yan reached out and touched his head: "Well, it's me."

"Oh." Fang Xian replied subconsciously, he hadn't woken up at all, stared at Yan Yan for a while and then quickly fell asleep.

The night gradually spread, and a car passed by quickly on the wide road, leaving the glow of the sky behind.

When Fang Xian opened his eyes again, he saw Yan Yan lying on his side with his head propped on one hand, looking at him with a half smile.

Fang Xian's face turned red immediately, even if Yanyan turned into a boy, she still looks good.

Fang Xian was fair and handsome, Yan Yan looked at the blushing Fang Xian, no matter how good-looking he looked, then his mouth became parched.Yan Yan also drank a lot tonight, and under his deliberate indulgence, he finally got the upper hand.

He lowered his head, almost rubbed his lips against Fang Xian's ear and said, "You have to take care of me"

Fang Xian raised his head abruptly, startling Yan Yan.Fang Xian's eyes were shining brightly, and his body was trembling slightly with excitement: "Yeah! I have money! I can support you!" Then he lowered his voice and said aggrievedly: "So...don't go to the striptease. ..this is not good......"

Yan Yan almost couldn't laugh out loud when he looked at Fang Xian, who wanted to be the financial backer but was wronged like a little daughter-in-law.He pressed his whole body on Fang Xian, nose to nose, and said ambiguously, "Then you will take care of me from tonight?"

Fang Xian looked excited, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in embarrassment: "I...I didn't bring any money tonight..." Fang Xian's bag was still in the box.

Yan Yan's hand reached in from the hem of Fang Xian's shirt, all the way up, caressing his thin/smooth/skin/skin: "It doesn't matter, it's free tonight."

Fang Xianzui was dizzy, trying hard to think whether it would be appropriate not to give the money, but he didn't realize that Yan Yan's hand had already touched his chest.

After Yan Yan unbuttoned his shirt completely, Fang Xian became dazed again, thinking about whether it would be good to take care of him without giving money, had exhausted his only sobriety.

With one hand, Yan Yan kneaded Fang Xian's chest//the red bulge in front//, and with the other hand, he brushed Fang Xian's cheek, and leaned down to kiss his lips.

First gently pecking, and then a little bit deeper, slowly attacking the city and robbing the fortress.

Fang Xian felt comfortable being kissed, relaxed, and let Yan Yan kiss obediently.Yan Yan let go of Fang Xian's chin, and lightly pecked his Adam's apple as if rewarding him, then let go of the hand that kneaded the red fruit, and replaced it with his lips///tongue.

The red fruit is small and soft, Yan Yan loves it so much that he can't open his mouth, tian//// licks it, earnestly and lovingly.

After the swelling on this side hardened, Yan Yan reluctantly let go, and continued to tease the one on the other side.

Fang Xian was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, but Yan Yan found out in time, woke him up again, and then his belt was untied.

Fang Xian was so drunk that he was limp and powerless. After Yan Yan took off Fang Xian's pants, he got a golden master who was all pink. Yan Yan stared at Fang Xian's body, unable to bear it any longer.

She rushed forward, sucking her lips and tongue between her collarbones, her hands dishonestly went around her white and tender buttocks///, touching//kneading//kneading//kneading.Fang Xian felt that Yan Yan's hair was too itchy in his shoulder socket, so he pushed his head.

Yan Yan took advantage of the situation and raised his head, turned Fang Xian over, put him in a kneeling//prone position, and stabbed a finger in with the oil//slick/oil.

Fang Xian put his face on the pillow, feeling uncomfortable, and complained.Yan Yan helped him throw the pillow aside.

Fang Yanyan was patient, one stick, two sticks, three sticks, and soon he was done, Fang Xian complained again, he felt pain.

Yan Yan kissed his back and comforted him, "Good boy."

Fang Xian smashed his mouth and stopped complaining.

When Yan Yan entered, Fang Xian howled at the top of his voice, crying out for pain.

Yan Yan couldn't move forward or retreat, so he could only continue pushing inside. When the whole thing went in, Fang Xian's tears fell down like money.

Yan Yan kissed away the tears on his face little by little.The hands are not idle, one is trampling///Fang Xian’s fart///buttocks, the other is groping for his///protrusion in front of his chest///up.

When the entry and exit were almost smooth, Yan Yan sped up his movements and pushed Fang Xian straight forward.

Fang Xian was drunk, but he wasn't stupid. After a while, he realized that his fart///butt would hurt if he hit him from behind, so he subconsciously pushed Yan Yan with his hand.

Yan Yan thought he had hit the head of the bed, so she grabbed his flailing hands and pressed his shoulders to make him feel better.

But Fang Xian didn't buy it, as long as Yan Yan bumped forward, he would hide forward, and Yan Yan couldn't control him for a while.

Although Fang Xian's head was drunk, he was still very proud after finding that his method worked, so he happily shook his//fart/// ass.

Yan Yan was so irritated by this scene that he crazily lifted Fang Xian's waist and arched forward.

Fang Xian cried again.

Yan Yan bit Fang Xian's neck, and said vaguely: "Good boy, I'll feel better in a while." Then he backed out a little, and pushed in again.

The object quickly brushed past an exciting point, and Fang Xian suddenly yelled.Yan Yan kept rushing in, brushing past that place every time, and Fang Xian's moans became louder and louder each time.

After all the splendid fireworks were over, Fang Xian had already fallen asleep on his stomach.Yan Yan hugged him on her body, held him with one hand, and moved up and down his hip /// with the other hand.

Yan Yan stared at Fang Xian's eyebrows, and suddenly smiled. He kissed Fang Xian's forehead and said, "Good night, little pickle."

The author has something to say: I hope that civilization will not be harmonious_(:з」∠)_

Tomorrow will not be updated for the time being, I have to secretly observe whether it has been harmonized

Another thing I would like to ask everyone is how to increase the font size of the copywriting?Seeing that the words of other authors' copywriting are so big, I feel that I am as small as an ant and I don't feel imposing enough...