A Train Named Evil

Chapter 35: Festival

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Playing his hair: "Do what you like, don't keep thinking about what I like."

"It's not just for you, I've been thinking about this myself for a while." Wu Fengrong put his chin on his shoulder, he didn't need to speak very loudly, and Zhou Yanling could hear it: "It's true There is no room for improvement. I am not following the management route. It is difficult for me to be hired as an official without a background. If I take the technical route, it is nothing more than a long-term experience. If I am transferred to the office to write materials, I can’t do it. What’s the point of doing it here? I don’t want to be an official, it’s boring to be an official, I need to declare my property, and I need to be careful about my private life.”

Zhou Yan listened to his nagging and laughed. It is difficult for both of them to be cautious about their private life.

He even felt that he was very satisfied to hear Wu Fengrong speak like this.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to see if I can transfer to the station and manage the scheduling and operation. I want to go to the high-speed rail station. Although the green-skinned train has an atmosphere, the high-speed rail will be the development trend in the future. I must keep up with the times and learn more new things. ."

Zhou Yanling turned his face over, and the lips of both of them were a little dry. It was uncomfortable to kiss each other's lips. Wu Fengrong licked Zhou Yanling's lips with the tip of his tongue. After licking him wet, he kissed and bit his upper lip. It was heavy for a while and light for a while. Can't wait to stick together. Zhou Yanling's eyes were deep and solid, chewing up the golden red fire, and rubbing his eyes into a pool of sparkling stars.

"When the sun rises tomorrow morning, Rong Rong, I will still think of what you look like now." Zhou Yanling said, "When we are old and when I want to let go, I will also think of what you look like now. In my heart, it will always be like this, always young, handsome, dashing, sexy, always in full bloom."

Wu Fengrong buried his face in the socket of his chin and smiled secretly. He raised his head for a long time without hiding the corners of his mouth, showing a naughty expression.

"You mean you love me?"

"When I say that I am willing to give you my heart, I am saying that I love you."

Wu Fengrong bit on his earlobe: "You are still talking like an insurance seller, you have a set of sets, and your teeth are sour. I don't want to eat your set, what will always be in full bloom, that's a thousand years of kings and eighty thousand years. Fairy, just grow into a look."

He was talking and laughing himself, and Zhou Yanling laughed along with him.

The door was closed in the carriage, the temperature continued to rise, and the fire of the boiler burned people's necks with sweat. Wu Fengrong sniffed in the turtleneck sweater and kissed his shoulder. Zhou Yanling also let him toss and toss, holding him with one hand to prevent him from accidentally touching the boiler, and Wu Fengrong holding the other hand, so there was no extra space. Wu Fengrong muttered vaguely in his sweater.

"Do it. It's almost bedtime, and no one's coming."

26. I won't tell you that

Can only do it standing up. But standing also has the advantage of standing. Zhou Yanling likes to push people against the wall and work from the bottom up. This position is the easiest to make people cry. If you go deep enough, the one who bears it will soon be unable to bear it. Pleasure is also great. He stretched out his hand to untie Wu Fengrong's trousers, his dry and warm hand went in along the edge of his underwear, and grabbed Wu Fengrong's half-hard pussy in the palm of his hand. .

Zhou Yanling was slow, he deliberately lengthened the rhythm, just wanted to be gentle. Wu Fengrong's facial features loosened, and the expression on his face was taken off, as if he had changed his personality, Zhou Yanling thought to himself, he was still under too much pressure, and his nerves were tense. He squatted down suddenly, put his head in the spacious sweater, opened his mouth and put the thing in it.

Wu Fengrong shivered and almost lost his footing. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sweater on his lower abdomen was covering half of his head, propping up his stomach, as if it had enlarged his stomach. The thought stimulated his waist to shiver, and his penis was stiff and painful.

Zhou Yanling was a little stretched when he was half in. Wu Fengrong's size is not small. He buried his head deeper and licked along the crevices. The bag was heavy, and he was a veritable youth. Wu Fengrong put his hand behind his head, caressing it gently, panting and barking like a cat about to suckle: "Mmmm... Don't worry, take it easy... Slow down, you're going to kill me..."

Zhou Yanling's throat is tight and narrow, with flexible contractions. Wu Fengrong has been served many times, and he has to admit that this is the best technique. There was saliva dripping on Wu Fengrong's trousers, and the taste in his mouth was irritating and strong, all enclosed in the space surrounded by the trousers and sweater, Zhou Yan listened hard, and the tension made him feel uncomfortable. Wu Fengrong stepped on his crotch with one foot, gently rolling over his crotch and rubbing it. He made a difficult swallow, changed position, from squatting to kneeling, and that foot nearly killed him.

Zhou Yanling closed his eyes and stabbed into his deep throat resolutely. Wu Fengrong's gasping voice came. The strength of the hand pressing on his head increased significantly, and the speed of pumping and insertion became faster. In the second half, it was Wu Fengrong who took the initiative. Just opened his mouth to be played by him. He instinctively swallowed the sperm. Wu Fengrong kissed his chin. Before he could catch his breath, his eyes were frighteningly bright: "It's so fucking comfortable, I love you to death." Zhou Yanling was a little proud, the man's vanity got the greatest satisfaction, Wu Fengrong's eyes were too emotional , almost let him get carried away.

They kissed nonstop, mouth to mouth never parted. I took off my clothes and kissed me, I don't know how many times. Wu Fengrong was in a good mood, Zhou Yanling played with his nipples, biting and licking, his chest was itchy and there was nowhere to hide, his face was like a peeled pomegranate.

"Don't bully me." He deliberately opened Zhou Yanling's hand, saying it was hitting rather than touching.

Zhou Yanling also laughed: "How dare I bully you? It's too late for me to please you." After speaking, he hesitated a little, and took Wu Fengrong's hand and touched the back of his waist: "Do you want to..." The hand has been retracted.

"No, no! I don't have the time to serve you."

Zhou Yanling kissed his fingers and put them into his mouth one by one. Getting wet, he held his hand and probed behind Wu Fengrong. There is no lubricant to use here for the time being, so we can only go the dumbest way. Wu Fengrong stared at him with his eyes open. He hadn't done foreplay for himself yet. His hands were thick, and the calluses were thick and hard. It was uncomfortable to stab him in. This look was even more strange and awkward. He didn't even dare to think about it. Zhou Yanling still looked at him with a smile, staring straight at him for comfort.

The train conductor was half angry and half angry, and he lowered his head and wished to bury his face in his bangs. This is shy, and has a unique style. Zhou Yanling was so excited that it was useless to recite any scriptures, so he pulled his fingers apart, tore off the cover and put it on, helping himself to insert it. Wu Fengrong clasped his shoulders and squeezed the two halves of his buttocks together nervously. Only one head of the thing came in, and the two of them made an unbearable nasal sound at the same time.

They are all old players, and they are like the first experience of young people.

In the depths of the intestines, it was the prostatic fluid leaking from Wu Fengrong's front that flowed to the back for lubrication and supplementation. The intestinal wall is rich in spring water, even the outlet is wet, the water is dripping at the junction, and the inside is overlapped and intertwined, and it has been mashed into a soft and rotten fruit puree. Immediately after, the sensitive point went through a rough chiseling, pondering and tossing, and the turtle's head was rubbing against the tender meat. Wu Fengrong frowned, eyes lost, and the buttocks trembled. Swallow him in the anus.

He felt that it was coming, and he didn't want to get high so easily, so he stopped abruptly to change his posture - turned his back and let people come in from behind.

Zhou Yanling was worried about him: "Does it hurt?" Wu Fengrong shook his head. Zhou Yanling turned his head over to kiss him. He didn't know where he was kissing indiscriminately. The mouth was like a small red iron clip. Son, kissing him again makes his internal organs hurt.

Wu Fengrong's head was dizzy, and his thoughts were slowly turning around. His eyes were staring at the white wall panels, and he asked without thinking: "Am I better than those flowers and plants you used to?"

Zhou Yanling was both funny and distressed, biting his neck while stabbing his prostate. Wu Fengrong screamed.

"I'm afraid I will despise you, eh?"

Wu Fengrong rubbed his back on his chest, complaining coquettishly, "Umm...you'll only bully me...what kind of skill?" The stimulation of the prostate made him almost ejaculate. Water dripped from the ground, he simply pouted his hips and shook out the layers of fleshy waves: "Come again... Yanling... just there... come again... give me..."

The inside was sore to the waist and eyes, and the intestinal wall was so numb that it was almost impossible to feel it. Zhou Yanling's hand suddenly stretched out to the small hole in front of him to instigate and ejaculate. Wu Fengrong's eyes were red, how could he escape at this time? As soon as he raised his hips, a short stream of essence splashed from his genitals, and his soul was also thrown into the sky, and there was only a breathless whisper from his throat. It is really three souls without seven souls.

Wu Fengrong regained his strength, but his vision was still blurry. In a daze, a small firefly flew from far and near, and it didn't take long for it to fly away again. He raised his hand and grabbed it, someone hugged him behind his back, wiped his buttocks and thighs indiscriminately, put on his trousers, sweater and jacket neatly, Wu Fengrong still thought about the bug in his head, and felt strange, where did the fireflies come from in this day?

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhou Yanling lighting the lamp. The small gas lamp beside the stove could not be seen under the white electric light, because the light was yellow, like a flickering bug, Wu