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    Chapter 200 “Brother Xifan, Yu’er’s hole is so itchy.”

    Gao Xiheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking about something he still hadn’t finished.

    In fact, at first, he just wanted to hug her, but then he couldn’t help but did it, and he couldn’t stop it.

    What happened tonight was that he really took advantage of others’ danger.

    But so what?

    She, Zhao Shuyu, is his unmarried wife.

    And it was obvious that she also liked what he did, otherwise she wouldn’t have been pestering him, kissing him back, hugging him, spreading her legs, and letting him fuck her pussy.

    The way she clung to him was extremely charming and sultry.

    The more he thought about it, the hotter he felt all over. He kicked off the quilt and felt another pillar under his crotch.

    At this time, Gao Xiheng had completely forgotten how he had disdained his mother’s arrangements before.

    He also criticized Zhao Shuyu more than once in front of Dong, and also did not save Zhao Shuyu’s face in front of outsiders.

    Now he has eaten the grapes and no longer calls them sour.

    But there are still many people who are thinking about these grapes.

    After tossing and turning, Gao Xiheng’s body felt hot and it was difficult to fall asleep.

    Every time he opened or closed his eyes, he could see Zhao Shuyu’s figure, and his brother on the crotch was also more energetic than him, eager to have another look at that wet, slippery little honey hole.

    Finally, Gao Xiheng got out of bed, grabbed the coat beside him and put it on scribbled on.

    At this time, when everything was silent, he quietly left the room and came to Zhao Shuyu’s yard again.

    The closer he got to her room, the hotter his heart became.

    But when his footsteps stopped at the door of Zhao Shuyu’s room, in the quiet night, his expression gradually changed.

    Those sounds were as unbearable moans as those of kittens.

    It was not long ago that she moaned repeatedly in his ear, urging him to work harder and harder.

    Almost immediately, Gao Xiheng pushed the door in with a cold face.

    But the next moment he saw Xing’er lying on the ground, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

    He closed the door and walked quickly into the back room. He also saw two embroidered shoes at the door.

    These shoes were the ones he had been looking for in the back mountain for a long time not long ago.

    He also thought about waiting for daylight to go to the back mountain to look for it, but he didn’t expect to see it at this moment.

    “Ugh… no… I can’t do it anymore… I feel so uncomfortable… so itchy…”

    The sweet, weeping voice came from inside the house, and it was extremely sultry.

    When Gao Xiheng heard this, his heart suddenly turned into ice and fire. He waved his hand and was about to open the door curtain——

    Suddenly, she heard Zhao Shuyu cry again, “Brother Xifan, wu…Brother Xifan, come here quickly, Yu’er is so itchy…Yu’er’s hole is so itchy, Brother Xifan…wu…Third brother…please…”

    It was like being dumped on the head by a bucket of ice water.

    Gao Xiheng stood outside the curtain and swayed, and for a moment he lost the courage to go in.

    At this time, there was a chuckle from the back room, and another male voice that he was all too familiar with said, “Another one is here but refuses to come in.”

    As soon as Li Jian finished speaking, the curtain in front of Gao Xiheng fell to the ground.

    He raised his eyes in shock, but his pupils tightened in the next moment.

    He immediately walked into the room, looked at Zhao Xifan who was sitting idle, and said anxiously and angrily: “Zhao Xifan! What are you doing?!”

    What was happening in the room at this time was not the scene of male and female coitus that Gao Xiheng had imagined when he was outside.

    Even Zhao Xifan was neatly dressed and sitting idle with a cup of tea in hand.

    But Zhao Shuyu was naked, her hands tied with silk and satin, and hung from the bed beam.

    Her body was kneeling on the bed, with a rope riding between her legs.

    The two ends of the rope were tied to the beginning and end of the bedpost, and the height was just stuck between the flower bed where she was kneeling. It was rubbed back and forth by her buttocks. She kept crying with tears in her eyes, “Brother Xifan… ugh… Yu’er is wrong…”

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