The engine roared.
Chu Fan stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the body shook suddenly, rushing out of the starting line like a sharp arrow, and the tires rolled up thick white smoke, causing the car to tremble.
In the co-pilot, He Xiaoyao originally had one leg on the center console and the other leg hanging outside, and the whole person was in a lazy and crooked posture.
At this charge, she was defenseless, and her delicate body slid back suddenly——
"No!"
She subconsciously raised her legs to support her, but she didn't hold them steadily, and her whole legs were directly thrown by inertia!
The originally overlapping purple and black long legs instantly separated, and the short skirt suddenly lifted up - the skirt was piled up directly to the waist!
A snow-white thigh was instantly exposed in the air, and the thin black inner was clearly visible, the fabric was extremely narrow, only covering the core a little, and the edges were slightly curled, sticking to the slightly wet flesh crack.
What's even more remarkable is -
The inner side of the small inner side has been slightly displaced, and a few curly fine hairs are faintly exposed at the edges, which are blown by the wind and tremble slightly.
Chu Fan swept his eyes, his eyes inadvertently skimmed over the shameful scenery, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
He Xiaoyao obviously realized that something was wrong, and his legs were clamped suddenly, and his face was burned with shame!
She quickly tore off the hem of her skirt, but she couldn't cover it tightly, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck... Won't you remind me to start? "
The voice was ashamed and annoyed, and trembled a little.
Chu Fan joked: "Drag racing is for you to show your skills, not your underwear." "
When He Xiaoyao heard this, he glared at the other party fiercely, but the corners of his eyes were still a little frightened.
She was originally just joking, but she didn't expect Chu Fan to really rush and step on the accelerator directly.
At this moment, she was still sitting reclining on the passenger seat, and with that flick just now, her whole leg was shaken open violently, and her short skirt had long been lifted to the base of her thighs without obedience, and her entire private parts were almost half-naked and exposed to the air.
The black lining was as thin as a layer of gauze, the fabric was tightly stuck to the sweat, the outline of the flesh seam was so clear that you could almost see the folds, and even a few curly hairs poked out diagonally from the edge of the underwear.
While pinching her legs to hide her shyness, she gritted her teeth and pulled her skirt down, but the more she pulled, the more she panicked, the fabric was so slippery that it couldn't stick to it, and the skirt bounced off the bend of her legs slipperily, but it was more exposed!
"You, fucking ..."
Her voice was hoarse, her face was burning red, and her chest was rising and falling with anger, "Did you do it on purpose?" "
Chu Fan stared at the mountain road ahead, held the steering wheel steadily, and said in a light tone: "I'm here for drag racing, not to see how you rebel and show off your underwear." "
He Xiaoyao was choked for a long time without speaking, turned around angrily, and leaned heavily against the car door.
But as soon as she moved, the bottom of the buttocks became even wetter. That kick on the throttle was too violent, and the inertia hit her lower body for a while, like just now, it hit the most sensitive position of Hua Xin.
A strange swelling surged from the base of her legs, she gritted her teeth and clamped her legs, but her tone became more and more stubborn:
"What if you see it? It's not that my mother hasn't been seen! "
Chu Fan said "oh" faintly, and there was no emotion in his voice.
He Xiaoyao immediately raised his eyebrows, and his tone became even more aggressive: "Why, you don't believe it? "
"It's not that I don't believe it!"
Chu Fan held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced sideways at her, his eyes were lazy, but his tone was a little playful: "I just haven't seen that woman take this as something to be proud of!" "
This sentence directly made He Xiaoyao's mouth, which was still hooked, want to reply again, but it suddenly stuck his throat, and the whole person froze in his seat.
The smile on her face suddenly paused, and her ears turned red, and even her neck became hot.
"You, don't worry about me..."
She gritted her teeth, her voice clearly lacking confidence.
Chu Fan didn't look at her anymore, his eyes fell steadily on the curve in front of him, but the corners of his mouth were pouting with a lazy and sarcastic arc——
He Xiaoyao's heart jumped suddenly, and an indescribable shame and annoyance in her heart rushed upwards.
What broke her the most was that she was still flowing down there.
At this moment, with every vibration of the body, bursts of small currents came from her flesh seam, jumping and jumping, the soft flesh shrank spasmodically, and the juice flowed out of the two flesh lips in waves.
Her legs were clamped tightly, her lower abdomen was hot, and the small lining under her skirt was already soaked and stuck to the flesh, sticking uncomfortably when she moved.
"... You, what are you looking at? "
She suddenly scolded in a low voice, and found that Chu Fan seemed to have glanced at her, and immediately raised his hand to pull the hem of his skirt, but his movements were even more panicked and embarrassed, as if he was afraid that he would really see the soaked underwear.
"Are you afraid that I will look at you? Then close your legs. "
Chu Fan said in a light tone.
He Xiaoyao was breathing for a moment, and her legs were tightly together, but even though the engine was trembling, it was still grinding her pussy, allowing the juice to flow out.
Her face turned even redder, she gritted her teeth and said nothing, lowered her head, not daring to look at him, but couldn't help but glance at him secretly out of the corner of her eye.
——What the hell is going on with this man?
Could it be that Zhiyu is lying to me again?
She pursed her lips, her fingertips clasped on her thighs, and her joints were white, but she didn't realize it at all:
The tighter she clamped, the more folds were drawn out of the small inner inner that had already been wet, outlining the shape of the flesh seam more and more clearly.
The wind is still blowing, and the car is still running.
She sat in the passenger seat, her thighs wet, her chest undulating, but she couldn't say a word, and she didn't have the majesty of the little sister just now.
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