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483. Chapter 483 What kind of rhythm is this?!

Although several thoughts were turned into his mind, it took only a few seconds before Sean adjusted. Facing Emily, who had changed a little, he leaned back with some vigilance: "What do you want to do?"

Perhaps he realized that he was a bit suspicious of showing weakness when he answered this way, and seemed to be getting further and further away from the established topic. He immediately added: "I'm not here to talk to you about this, Emily..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked. Emily took the initiative to kiss him, and it was very enthusiastic. Not only did she keep sucking, but she also reached out to wrap her neck.

Sean opened his eyes wide and took a long time to react. Just as he was about to break away, he put his hand on Emily's shoulder. She grabbed it and placed it on her chest. Her upper body was a thin white long-sleeved dress. Even though there was a bra inside, she could still feel a soft touch on her hands.

Sean couldn't help but knead it, and he stretched his tongue over, and there was another tangle.

A man and a woman kissed each other on the sofa for several minutes before they separated because of Sean's awakening. After touching Emily's resentful and depressed gaze, he immediately swallowed up what he wanted to say.

No, this is not his own script! Sean looked at Emily and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He quickly stood up and walked out a few steps, calmed down before speaking again: "What are you doing?"

"I don't know." Emily answered very simply, leaning her body obliquely against the sand backrest, looking a little bleak, "I just..."

She took a deep breath: "I just want you."

"You... are you kidding?" Sean's head was a little too short. What's that? He ran over and discussed with her how to deal with Zoe so that she would not be stubborn anymore, and planned to let her express her feelings to Zoe. It would be impossible to say that they had no sisterhood at all, but... he didn't let her confess to him?! And more importantly...

As soon as Shaun touched his pocket, he was still in the gap in the sofa. He had secretly watched it before and the phone was connected. Isn't that... If that's true, it would be troublesome.

Just then, Emily had already stood up and pressed on Sean again. Even though he took a few steps back and finally leaned against the wall, she still followed her.

"Let's talk again, don't be so anxious?" Sean could only say that. What he wanted to do most now is to go back to the sofa and say he would take out his phone and hang up, but he screamed in a sharp voice as soon as he finished speaking!

The tone was a little bit of a sudden attack. In fact, he was suddenly attacked. Emily grabbed between his legs as if she had given up everything.

"Ai...Emily..." Sean wanted to make himself look domineering, but like before, he was blocked as soon as he opened his mouth. Emily kissed him passionately again without any hesitation, and the hand below even opened the zipper and drilled it in.

Feeling her flexible fingers, her warm palm, and her desire uncontrollably supported her, Sean's mind began to become a little confused. Although he took the time to take a look at the gap in the sofa, an idea involuntarily emerged in his heart. Perhaps this would be a miraculous effect, but it might not be possible?

While gasping, the two separated again, Emily's face was already covered with blush and her eyes became particularly hazy.

At this time, Sean was somewhat awake and immediately wanted to say something. However, God seemed to like to oppose him. Every time he wanted to speak, something would happen, either interrupt or make him unable to continue. This time, he did not send out a syllable.

Because Emily had already squatted down in front of him, she first raised her head and looked at him with watery eyes, then held the thing and swallowed it.

"Oh!" Sean immediately took a breath. She actually... blew the trumpet for herself?! Speaking of which, although he and Emily used to chat, they only had one physical contact. If they wanted a woman to take the initiative to blow the trumpet for herself, it would be impossible to have one physical contact, unless the woman was very rippling.

Emily doesn't seem to want that kind of woman, even though Zoe says she always snatches her boyfriend, she should be very angry.

However, feeling the strong pleasure coming from below, swallowing, sucking, and fiddling, it clearly proved what Emily was doing, not to mention that she looked up at him from time to time, which made Sean almost forget to think and just wanted to press her head deep inside.

Damn, I can't continue... No, no, no, that's great... Hell, I'm not here for this... But this was her initiative... Although the two thoughts kept fighting in Sean's mind, his body never wanted to retreat, and even shook his lower body to cooperate, and Emily didn't stop for a moment.

At this moment, the sound of the key inserting into the door lock sounded. Sean, who was almost immersed in desire, was shocked and almost threw it out.

"Ai... Emily, stop... Stop, someone is coming in." He said hurriedly in a somewhat panicked tone, "Or... let's go inside..."

But Emily didn't mean to stop or move in, but instead sucked even harder.

Opening the door, closing the door, and then with the rushing footsteps, Sean's heart suddenly rose, and there was something he couldn't control below. Then, he stared at the person who appeared in the living room in amazement.

The black hair was tied behind the head, the iconic thick sea of ​​flowing water in front of the forehead, the upper body was a short-sleeved silk dress with flowers, and the lower part was a pleated denim skirt. Even though people were still breathing slightly, the fresh feeling was still coming to their faces.

Yes, it was Zoe who came in. She stopped as soon as she arrived at the living room. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. Emily stopped at this time, turned her head to look at her sister, with a trace of silver thread connected to her mouth.

But she didn't say anything, and so was Zoe. For a moment, the living room was so quiet that it could be heard.

"This...I think...I can explain..." If a few seconds later, Sean stuttered with a wry smile.

However, even though she smiled bitterly, she had completely different thoughts in her heart. For example, the young wife came to her sister's house and wanted to tell her about her unhappy marriage, but found that her sister was blowing a trumpet to her husband.

Hell, why do you think of this? Sean was a little surprised and uncomfortable, but... he couldn't help but feel a stimulating pleasure. Not only did he breathe a lot harder, but there was no sign of softening below.

Then, Emily raised her chin provocatively at Zoe, swallowed again, and continued in front of her sister.

Sean opened his eyes wide again, but couldn't help but hiss. This time Emily's strength was much greater than before, and she was even more unrestrained and bold.

"Wait...stop...Emily...Zoe is still here..." Although it was very exciting and people were almost flying into the clouds, Sean stammered, his eyes kept moving back and forth between Emily and Zoe.

Zoe, who was standing at the entrance of the living room, had already gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands into fists, staring at Sean and Emily, his face flushed red, as if he would rush over at any time.

But strangely, despite her angry look, she did nothing and stood there staring at them.

This was not right, it was very wrong. With Sean's understanding of Zoe, facing a picture that embarrassed her and was obviously very angry. She either turned around and left immediately, rushed over and cursed or threw things and smashed people directly. How could she stand here and look at nothing? Or did he not know enough about her?

"Zoe...you can... let's wait a little longer... okay?" Sean hissed and sucked in the air conditioner.

For a few seconds, he wanted to push Emily away and leave this awkward place. No matter what, Zoe was his nominal wife, but here he watched his sister and his elder sister-in-law blow the trumpet for him. No matter what, it was unreasonable.

But the problem is that Emily's entire upper body is pressed against his lower body, and her own things are in her mouth. She will never give up until she blows her posture. If she acts rashly, it will be miserable if she is bitten.

I can't move and have to endure Zoe's gaze. The embarrassment feels even stronger, but the stimulation also becomes very strong, especially the distorted stimulation becomes bigger and bigger.

In the end, after several shocks, Sean failed to control himself and should have persisted for a longer time, but in a slightly backward stimulus from Emily, she opened the level and leaked.

Even so, Emily still didn't let go, her throat kept shaking, and she didn't vomit it out until she couldn't. Then she sat on the ground softly, holding one hand on the ground, and covering her mouth with the other hand and coughing quietly.

After Sean, who was so happy that he recovered, he could still see what was seeping out of her fingers, as well as the corners of her mouth and chin with some flowers.

What is still strange is that until now, Zoe is still standing at the door of the living room and watching without chewing. Moreover, her fists have been loosened and her eyes are a little vague. If you look closely, you can still find the fine sweat beads of her nose.

However, as if it was not enough, Emily gasped and adjusted, turned her head again, put her middle finger into her mouth provocatively and sucked it twice at her sister.

Zoe, who was already a little dazed, opened her eyes wide and became angry again after watching this action. After standing for a long time, she finally took a step and walked around the sofa and strode towards Sean.

Oh no, what should I do now? Sean was suddenly panicked, not knowing whether to zip up or cover the vitals first, or escape in and disagree.

Before he could move, Zoe had already arrived in front of him, his angry gray-blue eyes staring at him hard, causing his head to feel cold. Then, she suddenly squatted down and grabbed the thing that had already softened but was still wet. She looked up at him like Emily, and swallowed it.
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