Chu Fan looked at his sister-in-law in a daze, and his brain gradually calmed down.
He just stuffed his cock into his sister-in-law's mouth.
The girl who always scolded him for being a waste, the rebellious girl sister-in-law who never took him seriously, just like that, he held the back of his head and stuffed his cock into the deepest part of her throat, leaving not a single drop, all ejaculated in her mouth.
He also clearly remembered what his sister-in-law looked like at that moment:
His throat twitched gently, the tip of his tongue trembled helplessly, his face was red and hot, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes, but he could only choke and swallow the hot semen he sprayed in.
It's too clear.
It was as clear as it was engraved in his mind, lingering.
Now, she is sitting in the passenger seat, with her head down, smoking tissues one by one, wiping her face, lips, and chin...
The movements were delicate and stiff, the flush on his face had not subsided, and his eyes were confused and shy.
Chu Fan didn't speak, just continued to drive the car in silence.
But out of the corner of his eye, his eyes always fell on the passenger seat, staring at his sister-in-law calmly.
After all, what happened just now was put on any girl, I am afraid that it would collapse, and he was really afraid - afraid that she would suddenly make some extreme moves, such as... Pull the car door and jump out.
Fortunately, Song Zhiyu was not as fragile as he thought, and after wiping the semen and saliva on his body, his eyes looked straight forward, his eyes were empty, as if he was in a daze.
The wind outside the car whistled past the gravel, and the mountain road meandered down in circles, and the body swayed gently.
Finally, the lights came on in the distance - the parking area at the end arrived.
Chu Fan let out a sigh, stepped on the brakes, and slowly stopped the car.
The moment the car stopped, his hand was still on the steering wheel, and a thin layer of sweat was oozing from his palms.
But the co-pilot, Song Zhiyu, remained motionless, with his head lowered, his long hair scattered, his face buried between his hair, and his body stiff.
On the top of the mountain.
As soon as the car stopped, the audience was silent for a second.
The next moment——
"Win !!"
"Fuck!! He, he, he, he, he, he really killed Wei Ziang! ! "
"Black run first - he crossed the line——!
Boom——!
The whole top of the mountain is completely boiling!
Screams, applause, whistles, shouts explode from all directions like a wave, resounding through the night sky!
"God!! Is this operation fucking open by a fucking person?! "
"This car feeling, this rhythm, this sticking line... Fuck, I don't have such a ruthless profession! "
"Didn't you say he was a waste? Who the hell said that?! Stand up and let me pump you——! "
The crowd was boiling, some stomped their feet and roared, some clenched their fists and roared, and some people jumped up with excitement and threw their hats high into the sky!
Even those guys who were originally standing next to Wei Ziang and were still sneering at the moment became extremely ugly, as if they had been slapped on the spot and couldn't say a word.
And in this crazy cheer -
He Xiaoyao stood in the front row.
Her eyes widened, her chest rose and fell violently, and the flush on her face couldn't be suppressed at all.
She took a deep breath, raised her hand suddenly, put two fingers between her lips, and blew a sharp and turbulent whistle!
Then he pulled his throat and shouted:
"Chu Fan !!"
"Old lady's force—you are worth it!!"
The whole audience had a meal, and then laughed.
Someone coaxed: "Ouch! Who is this woman? It's so spicy! "
"Damn, this ... It's too ruthless! "
He Xiaoyao's red lips hooked slightly, his eyes were as bright as if they were glowing, his chest trembled, he raised his eyebrows at Chu Fan's car, and gently twisted his slender waist, as if to say:
Come on, go back to the last time.
The outside of the car was boiling like the sea, but the inside of the car was still surprisingly quiet.
Those cheers, whistles, applause, laughter and scolding, all turned into vague background sounds through the car window, as if they were from another world.
Chu Fan glanced at the hustle and bustle of the crowd outside the window, then looked down at the silent figure of the co-pilot, and tried to be as gentle as possible:
"Knowing the language... I'm opening. "
Song Zhiyu still did not react.
She tilted her head sideways, her long hair hung down, her face buried behind her hair, and she couldn't see her expression clearly. It seemed like he was out of his mind, and it seemed like he was deliberately avoiding him.
Chu Fan looked at her, his brows moved slightly, and finally he sighed quietly, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch her, but halfway through his hand, he still paused, and finally took it back silently.
He didn't push her or open the door.
The carriage was almost silent.
The two sat in silence, no one moved, no one spoke.
Song Zhiyu still lowered her head, her long hair hung down, and her forehead hair half covered her red and swollen lips.
And Chu Fan just sat quietly next to her, looking sideways ahead, with complicated eyes.
Outside, but it is a completely different world.
The crowd was still cheering, and the lights on the top of the mountain were bright and flashing lights one after another, like a king welcoming his triumphant return.
"God!"
"This is the new car god of Yunzhou!!"
"Don't get out of the car yet? Feel our passion!! "
"Car God!! Get out!!! ——"
I don't know who shouted first, but in the next second, the audience instantly followed!
"Car God!! Get out!!! "
"Car God!! Get out!!! "
The call became more and more neat, louder and louder, like a wave, slapping outside the car window layer by layer.
Chu Fan gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to calm.
He glanced sideways at her and whispered:
"Then I'll take you home?"
He was about to send the handbrake, but at this moment -
The wrist tightened.
Song Zhiyu stretched out her hand and grabbed him.
The force was not heavy, but the grip was extremely steady, as if she had mustered up all her courage to stretch out this hand.
Chu Fan was slightly startled and looked back at her.
At that moment, the two eyes briefly met in the air.
Song Zhiyu's face was still low, and her long hair hung down to cover half of her cheeks, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.
But her fingers trembled slightly, her joints turned white, but she never let go.
After a few seconds -
She let go and didn't say anything, just turned around, reached out herself, and opened the co-pilot's door.
With a "click", the door opened.
Song Zhiyu didn't look at Chu Fan, and walked down with some vain steps.
The skirt moved slightly, the hair was messy, and there was still a little luster left at the corners of the red and swollen lips.
Chu Fan sat in the car, quietly looking at her back, with a trace of indescribable emotion in his eyes.
As soon as Song Zhiyu got out of the car, she was greeted by the heatwave-like light and voices on the top of the mountain.
The crowd was still shouting:
"Car god! Car God!! "
The call was too loud, she frowned subconsciously, and just wanted to avoid it a little, but was swept away by a familiar fragrant breeze.
"Ouch, my Miss Song~ You're finally down"
He Xiaoyao rushed out of nowhere, laughing wildly, pounced directly from behind, hugged Song Zhiyu's waist, and almost pressed his whole face to her shoulder.
"Why is your face so red? Aren't you too excited, your brother-in-law is really great, he actually won Wei Ziang's shameless stinky one!" "
"You let go of me!"
Song Zhiyu gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, and reached out to push He Xiaoyao, but the woman didn't move at all.
He Xiaoyao smiled even more happily, twisted his body, deliberately pressed tighter to her, his chest almost pressed on her shoulders, and the hot air was sprayed against her neck: "Oh, don't be so fierce, your brother-in-law is in the limelight tonight, tsk~ Aren't you so excited that your legs are weak?" "
She suddenly lowered her head and sniffed, her eyes flashing: "Huh? Why is your chest wet... It smells weird. "
Song Zhiyu's breath was choked, he was ashamed and angry, and he shook his head fiercely, his eyes full of anger.
At this moment——
The driver's door is pushed open.
Chu Fan walked out of the car.
The audience was shocked again.
The voices around him instantly rose:
"Car God!!"
"This is a man!!"
"Damn, I'm all on my knees!!"
Countless eyes rushed at him, some shouted, some took pictures wildly, and some girls screamed excitedly to call his name.
Song Zhiyu stood on the edge of the crowd, biting her lip and looking complicated.
Her fingertips were still trembling slightly, the wetness in her lower body had not yet dissipated, and she seemed to be able to feel the hateful, hot cock in her throat.
But at this moment——
She was suddenly a little speechless.
The useless brother-in-law he thought was standing in front of everyone at the moment, cheered and worshipped.
At this moment, it is really dazzling!
"... Cut. "
She took a sip, but turned her head away and held back from letting herself look at it for too long.
But the heart was like someone quietly clicked it.
Crispy, numb, like a leak.
She frowned, and somehow in her heart, a sentence suddenly popped up:
"... My sister's vision is actually not that outrageous. "
Then he immediately yelled at himself in his heart:
"Who is rare! That's my brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!!! "
She gritted her teeth and tightened her sleeves, but her eyes were still unsatisfactory, and she quietly glanced at Chu Fan in the crowd.
He was standing in the wind, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes did not look at her.
Song Zhiyu felt sour and annoyed.
She glared at him.
"Bastard... Surprisingly... Dare to ..."
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