Quietly hearing the ringtone echoing, just before the phone was about to hang up on itself, Fan Mowei finally answered the call.
Fan Mohan’s ice-cold voice came through.
Fan Mowei didn’t say anything. Rather, he just sat back on the seat again, taking this opportunity to pull Li Yiyi to sit on him!
“Ahhh—— It went in again!”
The semi-soft meat stick had just withdrawn from her cave, but following Fan Mowei’s movement, it firmly entered again, blocking up and pushing the white goo back in again.
Li Yiyi unconsciously let out a delicate cry.
And the instant her voice rang out, Fan Mowei could sense a perceivable gush of coldness in the phone, feeling the chill deep in his soul and almost shivering from it.
Immediately, an even icier voice transmitted from the phone. “I’ll give you half an hour to bring her back.”
“I’ll make you regret it for a lifetime.”
As soon as Fan Mohan finished talking, he could hear Li Yiyi’s whispered cry from the other side of the phone.
He was quite familiar with this sound, it was from her being penetrated again just after a climax, the type of cry that was filled with pain but also mixed with pleasure in the depths of her throat.
Immediately after, more cries and moans passed through the phone and into his ear. All five of Fan Mohan’s fingers had a death grip on his phone, his darkening and also brewing up a violent storm.
On the other end of the call, Fan Mowei was once again enjoying the tight embrace of Li Yiyi’s cave, releasing a low, satisfied moan.
Looking at the phone he had thrown aside and imagining his eldest brother’s would-be ashen face, he felt more relaxed and pleased.
He pulled down the zipper in Li Yiyi’s back and finally released her bound chest.
He then grabbed the soft satiny milk buds with both hands and vigorously groped them. His c*ck continued to stand er*ct, invading her passage one step at a time, forcing her to make a low grunt from difficulty.
But, he wasn’t satisfied. Seeing the picture on his phone, he deliberately nipped on Li Yiyi’s ear, asking, “Tell me, how good am I?”
Li Yiyi was too engrossed in the two-pronged effect of org*sm and alcohol to answer him with a clear mind. She could only passively follow the dance of his movements and utter out the truest answer from her lips.
Hearing someone suck in a breath from the other end of the call, Fan Mowei became full of vitality and dealt another blow, “Then, who is the best? Is it me, or Fan Mohan? Or could it be… Fan Mohuan or Fan Moyi?”
After asking this question, he viciously sped up his waist, his pillar rapidly thrusting into her p*ssy, eliciting a painful whimper and some turning from Li Yiyi.
“Fourth young master, ease up a bit. It’s too much, I’m going to break…”
The man still wouldn’t let her go. “Tell me quickly, who gives you the most pleasure? If you don’t answer honestly, I’ll go on and ruthlessly f*ck you until you break!”
“Don’t, don’t do that! I’ll answer… It’s, it’s the second young master!”
Hearing her answer, the man holding her as well as the man on the other side of the phone felt cold till the pits of their stomachs.
But Li Yiyi continued to answer between her whimpers and groans, “The second young master hurts the most~ En~ He, he wouldn’t take advantage of me like you are… Wuuuu, no matter what position I have with him… They all feel good. The third young master, I also enjoy him, but his waist is too good. He’ll call on me once, but once is too much to bear… But he also listens to what I want, so it still feels good with him. The eldest young master has so many tricks, but the person is too p*rverted. Every time I’m with him, I feel good but scared. There… Ah, there’s your answer!”
“What about me? Are you forgetting who’s f*cking you right now?” Fan Mowei said fuming.
Doesn’t he just want her to praise him?
However, as it happened, Li Yiyi wanted to face him head-on!
“You… En, you’re the worst! Worse than the eldest young master!” She yelled.