Mr. Fan had no choice but to stick his buttocks out and wait for Li Xiaohu's arrival. Li Xiaohu looked at Mr. Fan's lower body, and sure enough, it was red and swollen. However, in order to satisfy his own desires, he would not spare so much and directly ruthlessly
He rushed in fiercely. A heart-wrenching battle began. Fan Ye gritted his teeth and endured Li Xiaohu's crazy attack.
After a long time, Li Xiaohu finally ended his second time, and this time, it lasted significantly longer than the first time. Fan Ye almost fainted several times during this process, but fortunately he gritted his teeth and persevered.
After this time, Mr. Fan had a phobia of such things. He felt like he had no feeling at all down there, and there was no response to touch. His buttocks were also numb and red from being hit.
"You should have a good rest!" Li Xiaohu stood up from the bed and started to get dressed.
"Master, where are you going?" Mr. Fan was lying down, unable to move at all, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
"It's time for me to go back!" Li Xiaohu chuckled, and then asked: "When will you return to Hong Kong?"
"Same as Haitang, the day after tomorrow!" Mr. Fan responded. Li Xiaohu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll see you later."
"Don't you stay with me?" Mr. Fan pouted, looking like a little girl. Li Xiaohu shook his head and said, "You can't stay out overnight, I can't make Haitang sad! Okay, be good.
Rest, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned around and went out, leaving Mr. Fan lying naked on the bedside in a mess. Mr. Fan's body was still stained with Li Xiaohu's rain, dew and essence. Seeing Li Xiaohu leave without mercy, Mr. Fan
A tear flowed from the corner of his eye. Oh, artists, are they all such a loser? Since his debut, no man who has slept with him has ever stayed with him for the night. And now, Li Xiaohu is the same...
Therefore, Mr. Fan felt very aggrieved. As a woman, he received completely different treatment from other women. With a tear in his eyes, Mr. Fan said that his figure and appearance were not bad. But why was his luck so bad? Is it so bad? This made Fan Ye very uncomfortable. She was lying on the bed, naked, and her body was still stained with the **** that Li Xiaohu had just left. She wiped her tears, and there was nothing left. Although she has a beautiful skin, she cannot enjoy the treatment that this skin deserves. She seems to be no worse than Haitang. On the contrary, she is worse than Haitang in some aspects. For example, she is more mature and stable than Haitang, and she is more proficient than Haitang. □ skills, I can better please men, I know what men need in □□. But I am not as good as Haitang.
"Oh, maybe this is life!" Fan Ye supported her body from the bedside, and then slowly stood up. However, her whole body seemed to be drained, and she tried hard to stabilize herself and stood up unsteadily.
, almost staggering to get close to the bathtub, and then stepped into the bathtub, almost slipping. Lying in the bathtub, you can clearly smell the smell of the stuff in Li Xiaohu's body, a faint fishy smell, and a slight
The smell of mint. Looking at the white things floating in the bathtub, which contained endless life force, Mr. Fan reached out to pick them up, but those white floating things slipped through the gaps between his fingers.
