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Zhang Moyan kissed An Yuan's ear and slipped his hand under An Yuan's clothes in front.
He found the two small red fruits in front and gently kneaded them, occasionally giving them a twist.
Almost simultaneously, An Yuan softened into Zhang Moyan's arms. The sieve was not held steady and fell, spilling all the flour.
"You, I'm still making cookies," An Yuan said incoherently. "You do yours, I'll do mine, we won't disturb each other." Zhang Moyan lingered at An Yuan's neck, occasionally leaving behind some small strawberries in passing.
An Yuan's home clothes have been taken off, and the big hand starts to move down.
An Yuan shakes his hand and adds the chopped chocolate crumbs into the half-finished mixer. Zhang Moyan supports An Yuan's waist and turns him to face himself. His outstretched hand accidentally knocks over the mixer, causing the black chocolate sauce to spill out.
"Knocked over??" Looking at the cookies that she had worked so hard to almost finish, An Yuan felt like crying.
Seeing that An Yuan still hadn't fully immersed herself, Zhang Moyan punished her by biting into the small red fruit in her mouth.
"Ah??" Now An Yuan had no other thoughts to think about.
His pants were also taken off by Zhang Moyan's big hand, and An Yuan lay naked in Zhang Moyan's arms.
He held An Yuan's green bud in his big palm and kneaded it slightly. Zhang Moyan pecked An Yuan's red lips, "Don't worry, I will never waste what you make."
An Yuan was a little confused at this time. Can he still pick it up after it has been knocked over?
Under the gentle or heavy kneading, the sprouts of An Yuan have already trembled and stood up unsteadily. Zhang Moyan took the blender, which still had some sauce in it, and then, under the watchful eyes of An Yuan, poured the sauce from the top of the sprouts.
The thick and cold sauce flowed down from the sprouts and then disappeared into the middle groove.
"Ugh... ah!" An Yuan's hands were held behind by Zhang Moyan, and could only twist his body to try to get the cold sauce off him.
Zhang Moyan put down the blender, grabbed An Yuan's thigh, gently lifted it up, and An Yuan lay horizontally on the kitchen counter.
Zhang Moyan gave An Yuan a wicked smile, then lowered his head and put the sauce-coated green sprouts into his mouth. The sudden warmth made An Yuan shiver uncontrollably.
With a big hand supporting An Yuan's waist, An Yuan tried to push Zhang Moyan's head away from himself, using the two hands that had been freed.
The tongue immediately and skillfully twirled around the green sprout, occasionally returning to the small hole at the top to lick it.
"Ah~ you, don't~" An Yuan couldn't bear such stimulation, and her body instantly became weak, with her previously pushing arms also hanging weakly around Zhang Moyan's neck.
The green sprout in the mouth began to swell, Zhang Moyan kept a close eye on An Yuan's expression, combined with an understanding of the body in his arms, Zhang Moyan knew that An Yuan was about to arrive.
Spitting out the green sprout from his mouth, it still emitted a trace of heat. Just as it was about to reach its peak, it was abruptly stopped, leaving An Yuan dissatisfied as he twisted his waist.
"Don't panic." Zhang Moyan kissed An Yuan's chin, his voice low and hoarse, full of desire.
His big hand, stained with sauce, arrived at her flower cave, only circling the outside before diving in.
The flower orifice is warm, moist, and slippery, with the inner walls secreting a large amount of mucus, enveloping Zhang Moyan's fingers as they continuously contract and squeeze. The dragon beneath Zhang Moyan is already raging, with its eye sockets continuously emitting sparkling liquid, and he is also at his limit.
When all three fingers can easily insert and withdraw inside the flower orifice, Zhang Moyan aligns the head of his dragon with the flower orifice.
The flesh was slowly pushed apart, little by little, as if wanting to let the An Yuan below savor the process of being enjoyed. The dragon head had swollen to twice its usual size and was still expanding.
To prevent An Yuan from escaping, Zhang Moyan did not immediately rub against An Yuan's soft flesh this time, but instead tried to avoid it as much as possible.
Zhang Moyan supported An Yuan with one hand, while using the other hand to open the cupboard door and take out a bag of colorful oval-shaped chocolates.
"What color do you want?" Zhang Moyan waved the bag of chocolates in front of An Yuan's drowsy eyes.
"~Green." An Yuan bit her lip and blurted out almost subconsciously.
Zhang Moyan held An Yuan's sprout in one hand, and with the other hand, slowly pushed a green candy into the round hole on the sprout, then immediately tore off the plastic wrap to tightly cover the entire top of the sprout along with the candy.
"Do not—" The pain from the sprout made An Yuan scream and struggle forcefully.
After everything was done, Zhang Moyan comfortingly held An Yuan in his arms, planting delicate kisses on An Yuan's face and neck, as his waist began to move slowly.
An Yuan's soft flesh was fiercely ground by the huge head of the fire dragon, and the intense pleasure made his whole body tremble as if being electrocuted. The green shoots in front were raised high, but could not be released due to the soft candy.
Zhang Moyan restrained An Yuan's hand that was trying to reach out to remove the plastic wrap in front, and his waist movements became more and more frequent.
"Wu wu wu~" An Yuan was bullied badly and finally burst into tears.
"Be good, it's chocolate. It will melt on its own later."
The dragon and the soft flesh entwined in a life-and-death struggle, both of them seeming to have a high fever, their bodies scorching hot.
The chocolate on the green sprout gradually melted in the soaking of An Yuan's body temperature and bodily fluids. At this moment, Zhang Moyan also reached his limit, roaring like a tiger, thrusting a few more times before releasing his essence and relaxing against An Yuan's soft flesh.
"Ah—" Suddenly, a light green flower bloomed on the plastic wrap on top of the green sprout.
Going through a love affair is like going to battle, An Yuan was firmly captured by Zhang Moyan.
Pulling out the semi-soft dragon, Zhang Moyan forcibly suppressed his own desires and carried the limp An Yuan into the bathroom to clean his body.
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