Ning Fan had a nightmare.

He dreamed of a woman who raped him more than a dozen times in one night. This kind of dream was simply unbelievable to Ning Fan, who was a dual-cultivation demon himself.

Opening his eyes slightly, Ning Fan felt dizzy and felt that there was no trace of hair on his body. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, how could he be stripped naked after being unconscious.

There is an ambiguous smell coming from the tip of the nose, which is unique to the sex of men and women.

Ning Fan glanced sideways and immediately saw a scene of vomiting blood.

Bei Xiaomanzheng was blaspheming himself while using his little feet to help Ning Fan...

There were more than a dozen jade slips scattered on the bed, and Ning Fan's vest felt cold. It was conceivable that Bei Xiaoman might have secretly imprinted the scene of his sex.

"How come this little girl has such a bad taste...I never noticed it before..."

For a man with strong self-esteem like Ning Fan, it was absolutely a shame to be raped seventeen or eighteen times in his sleep.

However, seeing Bei Xiaoman trying so hard to please him, Ning Fan had an inexplicable smile on his lips and simply continued to pretend to be asleep.

On the hot object, one could clearly feel the tender soles of Bei Xiaoman's feet, and through the thin stockings, it was a strange feeling that Ning Fan had never experienced before.

He couldn't help but admire Bei Xiaoman's imagination. It was a pity that this person became a woman. If he were a man, he would definitely be a dual-cultivation demon with all kinds of tricks.

"Hmm... um... stinky Zhou Ming, if you bully me, I will kill you! Humph!"

"Well...it's so hot...damn it, you still bullied me while I was sleeping, and made me do such a shameful thing..."

Bei Xiaoman was cursing, and Ning Fan was shot while lying down.

When he was in a coma, Bei Xiaoman raped him seventeen or eighteen times. He had not redressed his grievances and complained, but Bei Xiaoman was still reasonable.

While pretending to be asleep, he deliberately moved his legs, as if this movement was made unconsciously by Ning Fan in his sleep.

When he saw Ning Fan's legs moving, Bei Xiaoman was not scared to death. He secretly thought that if Ning Fan found out that he had defiled him, he didn't know whether he would risk his life.

"Hmph! Haven't you woken up yet? What a pig... um... ah... smelly Zhou Ming, don't lick it, you can't do it here..."

Bei Xiaoman's pretty face turned red and she clenched her teeth. She didn't know what she was talking about, but it was probably related to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan secretly thought, this little girl has a deep love for him, why didn't she realize it before?

The palm of his hand touched Bei Xiaoman's vagina like a trick. Bei Xiaoman, who was masturbating, felt that his vagina was being attacked. His delicate body trembled, and he gripped the sheets tightly, losing his body...

The clear spring flowed out as if desperate, splashing onto the mattress.

Bei Xiaoman's little face turned red, and the flush didn't fade away. He turned around and gave Ning Fan an angry look, secretly thinking that Ning Fan was causing mischief even when he was sleeping, touching his butt and causing himself to lose...

"Forget it... Since you have served me so well, I won't punish you anymore. Hehe, I'm tired from playing today. I want to rest..."

Bei Xiaoman's whole body felt limp and he simply lay down next to Ning Fan, feeling tired.

In the past few days, she had been taking care of Ning Fan without sleep. Although she was a monk, she was very exhausted because she was overly worried about Ning Fan's safety.

As soon as she relaxed and indulged herself, she lay lazily next to Ning Fan, hugging Ning Fan tightly with her long arms, and there was still a piece of mud under her short skirt that had not been cleaned up.

The silk stockings were also covered with traces of stains, which were extremely ambiguous.

She was very sleepy, her eyelids were so heavy, Ning Fan's smell was so reassuring, she really wanted to sleep...

Seeing that Bei Xiaoman fell asleep after playing, Ning Fan secretly cursed in his heart. He opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at Bei Xiaoman speechlessly, almost face to face with her.

Discovering that Ning Fan was awake, Bei Xiaoman's body trembled, and he secretly exclaimed, "I just finished playing with Ning Fan, and the evidence of the crime has not been cleared... I'm still naked..."

Bei Xiaoman subconsciously wanted to run away, but as soon as he stood up, Ning Fan pulled his arm and made him fall into his arms.

He turned over and pressed Bei Xiaoman under him.

"Zhou, Zhou Ming! Why are you awake! Let me go quickly, you are shameless, you are shameless! What do you want to do to me!" Bei Xiaoman was a little scared. She was playing with Ning Fan for revenge. She didn't want to be harmed by Ning Fan.

Already.

"Whatever you do to me, I will do to you. I, Zhou Ming, never suffer, you should know." Ning Fan smiled and looked at the girl under him, as if he was looking at a prey.

"No, don't! I didn't do anything. Really, I didn't play with you!" Bei Xiaoman said incoherently.

"I really didn't do anything, so what is this..." Ning Fan's fingers touched Bei Xiaoman's waist, slid to the outside of his breasts, stroked inward, and hooked his fingertips, immediately touching a pool of clear water and smooth fluid.

Having just reached its peak, that area was still extremely sensitive. Being fucked by Ning Fan, Bei Xiaoman immediately softened his body, let out a squeak, and his breath became disordered again.

"Hmm..." That sound seemed to light up the night.

Ning Fan withdrew his fingertips and did not continue teasing, which made Bei Xiaoman couldn't help but feel a little empty.

Ning Fan stretched out his smooth fingertips in front of Bei Xiaoman and smiled proudly.

"What is this..." Without giving Bei Xiaoman a chance to make up a lie, he directly applied the cream on Bei Xiaoman's lips.

A feeling of extreme shame arose in Bei Xiaoman's heart. He glared at Ning Fan angrily and weakly pushed Ning Fan with his little hands, trying to escape from Ning Fan.

"You are shameless! You are shameless!"

While cursing, he twisted his waist and tried to pull his legs out.

However, her straight calves, wearing silky stockings, were rubbing Ning Fan's heat, which was so exciting.

Ning Fan's eyes showed a trace of desire. He was not a saint. It should be said that after being raped by Bei Xiaoman more than ten times, he had no intention of becoming a saint again.

"Don't move, or else..." Ning Fan felt something hot being held between Bei Xiaoman's legs and rubbed it, and he immediately felt it.

"I insist on moving! Zhou Ming, let me tell you, I have branded you for more than ten years. If you dare to touch me, I will..."

"Bei Xiaoman, you are playing with fire!" Ning Fan's eyes gradually became fiery.

"Just have fun, burn me to death if you can... um..."

Bei Xiaoman subconsciously said something back, and the next moment, his lips were blocked by Ning Fan.

Her head buzzed and went blank. She was actually kissed by Ning Fan!

Subconsciously, he closed his teeth tightly to prevent Ning Fan from intruding. However, when Ning Fan's thug slapped his vagina, Bei Xiaoman panicked, and his teeth came loose, and Ning Fan's tongue slipped in.

Uh...uh...

She felt like she could hardly breathe and was about to melt into Ning Fan's kiss. She finally realized that she was playing with fire this time, and she was afraid that she would get burned...

She once had a nightmare every night, in which she was humiliated by Ning Fan using various techniques.

Today, the nightmare seems to have come true, but Bei Xiaoman found that apart from being a little scared and nervous, she didn't particularly resist...

The innocent woman was attacked, but she did not resist, but stretched out her arms and hugged Ning Fan's shoulders.

Her breasts were pierced by the heat. She did not resist, but closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the coming storm.

"Bei Xiaoman, you lit the fire, now it's your turn to put it out..." Ning Fan stood up suddenly, piercing a layer of separation.

Bei Xiaoman cried in pain, but became even more angry. He didn't know where he got the strength to turn over and press Ning Fan underneath.

"Eliminate it, eliminate it, whoever is afraid of whom! Don't forget, you are my cauldron now, I will replenish you now, I will replenish you to death! I am so angry! You dare to stab me!"

A trace of ambiguous blood flows down from the turbid clear spring.

Half an hour later, a wave of fire erupted in Bei Xiaoman's body, filling all the emptiness...

Bei Xiaoman collapsed on Ning Fan tiredly, his petite body was as red as his mouth, his shoulders were trembling, his pretty face was flushed, and his eyes were misty, as if they could drip water.

"Bei Xiaoman, you fucked me 18 times and you still owe me 17 times." Ning Fan showed a harmless smile.

"Hmph! Are you afraid of you? I'll pay you back right away after I take a break! I really hate you, really, really hate you, I hate you to the core of my being!"

The more Bei Xiaoman thought about it, the angrier he became, and he bit Ning Fan on the shoulder. In a place where no one could see him, there was a bit of hesitation and shyness on his face...

"Except for you, I will never hate anyone else...no one can hate me more than you." She cursed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!