The kiss went from the palm to the base of the finger, the pulp of the finger, and then Jiang Ting felt his fingertips being bitten. The stinging pain from the canine teeth and the slight itching of the tongue licking were simultaneously transmitted to the nerve endings. He immediately conditioned his reflex to break free, and his fingers escaped the confinement of the stricture of the teeth. The print is clearly visible.
"Are you a dog... um!... "
Jiang Ting's thighs were separated by Yan Yan's knees, and then he was forced to squeeze between his legs. Although the two of them remained close to each other, their lower bodies were entangled in a dangerously intimate posture. Extraordinarily prominent.
"I'm here to ask for my birthday present," Yan Yan whispered in Jiang Ting's ear.
Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "...I'll buy you a present tomorrow."
"No, I can't wait for tomorrow."
"Then what do you want?"
Yan Yan laughed at the gurgling sound of the boiling water, slapped his pants through his trousers, and pushed forward with malice and aggression. He has been hard since he entered the house, and there is no tendency to soften at all. Instead, he is getting more and more congested and hot, and even the frequency of the pulsation of the blue veins is clearly transmitted to Jiang Ting's skin through the fabric.
"Not much," he said, "then I'll give you a present."
Jiang Ting pulled away and left, but Yan Yan moved faster. He bent over and lifted his knees, then carried him onto his shoulders. He walked out of the pantry to the master bedroom in a few steps. After entering the bathroom, he kicked the door shut, then put Jiang Ting down on the ground, and pushed him into the corner to hold it firmly.
With Yan Yan's stature, he felt extremely oppressive in the relatively small space of the bathroom, leaving Jiang Ting with no way to escape. He was directly clamped on his waist and crotch, and was forced to stare at each other in this face-to-face posture.
"Why are you running?"
"… "
"Don't you like me?"
Jiang Ting's lips moved, but they pursed again.
Yan Yan's facial features are indeed a bit different from the current popular aesthetics. He has a pure male aggression, sharp and tough lines, handsome but not very serious. When he was looking at someone from top to bottom, his eyes narrowed slightly. The small bone from the root to the bridge of the nose was straighter than the back of a knife, and every pore on his body exuded the viciousness and bandit that he had cultivated in his career as a criminal policeman for more than ten years. gas.
"Speak." Yan Yan approached slowly, his lips almost touching Jiang Ting's lips when he spoke: "Don't you like me?"
Jiang Ting opened his mouth to answer something, but was suddenly grabbed by the throat.
This kiss was different from every previous time. In the close entanglement, the organs of Yan Yan's lower body that were so hard that they almost jumped out kept pressing against Jiang Ting's thighs. At the same time, the tongue also imitated this frequency and slammed into his mouth. The exact same movement up and down made Jiang Ting suddenly feel extremely absurd and erotic, as if a certain barrier that he had always guarded cautiously suddenly cracked, and Yan Yan's overwhelming lust slammed into every crack, sending his fiery breath away. pour into your body.
"Don't move, give me two more hits." Yan Yan spoke eagerly and vaguely, pinching Jiang Ting's elbow with his five fingers, and the other hand easily broke through and struggled, pulling Jiang Ting's shirt button from top to bottom two or three times. One, and then inserted into the back waistband of the elastic band, panted and asked with a smile, "Is it hard?"
Not only is it hard, it is so hard and hot that it will explode.
From Yan Yan's point of view, Jiang Ting's ears were as red as blood, but his face was extremely pale. His jet-black brows were tightly wrinkled, and a strict fine line was drawn, and his cheeks showed the unnatural tension when he clenched his posterior molars.
His forehead was sweating, but Yan Yan knew that it was definitely not because of the heat - because his elbows were shaking slightly.
He is nervous.
Yan Xun could never have imagined that Jiang Ting's calm and sometimes indifferent face, regardless of the situation, would show such restrained and restrained tension because of himself. This gave Yan Yan considerable psychological stimulation. If the evil fire in his heart was only faintly burning just now, it suddenly rose against the storm, and there was not even the last trace of undetectable hesitation.
"Can we go to bed later?" Yan Yan asked in a low voice.
Jiang Ting shivered and grabbed Yan Yan's wrist and said, "You will regret later..."
Yan Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and Junmei's eyes narrowed: "No."
Jiang Ting wanted to struggle for something, but immediately his cold fingers were pulled apart by Yan Yan and held in the palm of his hand, and then his home trousers were pulled back and silently fell to the ground along his ankles. Yan Xun turned him over and pushed him against the tiled wall from the back, like a beast in estrus eager to court him, unable to restrain him, squeezing him, pushing him, first biting Jiang Ting's hair, and then biting along his temples. Reaching his ears and cheeks, he breathed and kissed his warm and delicate side neck, and at the same time unbuttoned his trousers, the murder weapon popped out, impatient and unruly trying to push it in.
The moment that rough and terrifying thing touched the flesh, Jiang Ting's back tensed, and the whole person stepped forward to the wall, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "... Yan Yan—"
His final note changed because Yan Yun's fingertips were suddenly stuffed in.
As if the sandpaper was rubbed into the intestines, Jiang Ting's fingers suddenly grasped the tile wall, leaving five fingerprints abruptly. Yan Yan tried to twitch his fingers, but they were so tight that he could barely move. He gasped for a few heavy breaths, then suddenly pulled out his hand and grabbed the face cream by the sink. He quickly smeared it on his fingers and squeezed in again.
This time it was easier to get in and out of the fingers, but Jiang Ting's tense back did not relax. Yan Yan stretched his hand over his shoulders to him, pulled his chin closer to him, and kept kissing the slightly wet forehead.
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. Don't be afraid... "
Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and felt his fingers increase, but he couldn't tell how many, and he soon began to feel unbearable pain. He was about to reach out and grab Yan Yan's arm when suddenly the pressure in his body lightened, and the rough and tough fingers were withdrawn.
"Yan Yan..."
"Yeah." Yan Yan replied in a low voice, "I love you."
Jiang Ting was startled for a while, only to hear him say again, "I just want you to know."
These words gave Jiang Ting a sense of upside-down confusion, but before he had time to respond, something thicker, longer and hotter than his fingers, with blue veins jumping, hit the acupoint and suddenly squeezed in!
In an instant, Jiang Ting's eyes went black, his mind went blank, and his ears were buzzing. Before he realized what he was doing, he already grabbed Yan Yan's hand on his waist and crotch, and the back of the hand immediately burst out with blue veins: "Get out... Get out!"
The ferocious thing was only forced into half, and the intense pleasure was already smashing head-on like a boulder. Yan Yun's temples jumped suddenly, and he couldn't stop. The psychological stimulation, which was more ferocious and surging than physiological, was mixed with satisfaction, infatuation and more desires, and quickly climbed to the brain along the central nervous system.
With one hand, he stretched out from Jiang Ting's left shoulder to the front of him, grabbed the right shoulder and pressed the scantily clad prey into his arms, while gasping for breath, he kept kissing Jiang Ting's hair.
"...No," Jiang Ting's voice trembled: "You're too...you're too big..."
"Not much."
"you… "
The next voice was drowned in the kiss, and Yan Yan's solid shoulder muscles were shaking, because of the uncontrollable excitement and excitement. He pushed Jiang Ting completely against the wall and inserted it a little bit from behind. He felt that he had cut open the tender and tight inner wall, just like breaking the heart of Jiang Ting, who was always hidden behind the fog. It's like holding him in his powerful palm.
"I like you." Yan Yan gasped sharply: "I don't know why this is happening, it's really... It's a very strange thing."
But Jiang Ting couldn't hear anything now. If it was just a buzzing tinnitus caused by the rapid rush of blood all over his body, then the entire eardrum was rumbling loudly.
He tried his best to lift his head and try to escape the terrifying pressure that was getting deeper and deeper into his body. This action was subconscious, but it didn't help at all. The feeling of being controlled and penetrated was so clear that it was almost piercing. The insertion process was so long that it seemed to never end. At the same moment when Yan Xun finally inserted the explosive weapon into the bottom, Jiang Ting's whole body burst into cold sweat.
From the fragile throat that was about to die, to the chest and even the abdomen where half of the shirt was barely hanging, it seemed that it was soaked in water, and there was a subtle light.
It's really embarrassing, he thought involuntarily, struggling to turn his head away from Yan Yan's restraint, not to look at the mirror on the sink beside him.
This look is so weak, absurd and embarrassing, that even he himself can't feel good.
But Yan Yan laughed and whispered, "You are so beautiful."
He pulled out a little bit, and before Jiang Ting could let out a slightly relieved breath, he slammed back deeper and harder, and cut open the twisted inner wall!
"-what… !"
"You are so beautiful." Yan Yan kept saying, as if using some invisible force to build a transparent security fortress, and said repeatedly: "I like you, Jiang Ting, you are so beautiful..."
The sound of water caused by the rapid thrusting and insertion overlapped and accumulated in the bathroom, and the excitement continued to pile up. It was thrown to an incredible height, but it seemed that the liberation after the peak would never be achieved. Jiang Ting was tortured so much that his whole body became weak, and he couldn't even stand up. All his weight was held tightly in his arms by Yan Yan, and he used this to pound the inside even more fiercely, even ignoring the tender meat in the deepest part of the inner wall. , making a weeping creak with water.
"Does it still hurt?" Yan Yan gasped and asked in his ear, "Does it hurt, eh?"
Jiang Ting couldn't answer a single word at all, and even his breathing was interrupted, and groans of extreme patience and collapse kept leaking from his teeth.
Cold sweat soaked through his always handsome, cold and unhurried face, and the skin on his side cheeks was like porcelain washed with water, extraordinarily smooth and pale. Only the half-opened lips were bright red, and they couldn't even endure it, and they kept trembling when they were inserted.
Yan Yan stared at him as if enchanted, put two fingers into his mouth, and entangled his lips and mouth with the frantically advancing movement of his lower body.
"Look at me, Jiang Ting, look at me... Who am I?"
Jiang Ting's consciousness was crushed to pieces by the vicious organs of his lower body, and he couldn't make a sound.
"Who do you say I am?" But the abominable instigator kept asking, as if he was determined to get an answer out of his mouth: "Look at me, what's my name?"
Jiang Ting frowned tightly, shook his head and tried to struggle, but the unfamiliar pleasure slowly rose from the inside of his constantly ravaged body, spreading to his limbs and bones, even his fingers were vaguely numb.
“… Yan…”
This brief ending was choked up in his throat, but Yan Yan felt as if he had been hit with a tube of stimulants. The pores in his body were stimulated to open, and the huge expectation he had never had before made his mind. Confused for a while.
"Yan Yan..."
Yan Yan's first reaction was not to believe his ears, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that joy came suddenly like a storm. He suddenly pulled out the organ that was about to explode, carried Jiang Ting out of the bathroom, and fell directly onto the big bed in the master bedroom. Then he lifted Jiang Ting's slender leg and put it on his shoulder, and then he straightened up again and inserted it all the way!
This face-to-face attitude left Jiang Ting's face with nowhere to hide, but had no choice but to expose it to Yan Yan's gaze. Every subtle expression on that face was imprinted in Yan Yan's heart, and even pain and forbearance became the best aphrodisiac.
"I love you, Jiang Ting," he repeated over and over again, "I love you."
After an unknown number of extraordinarily violent and frantic thrusts, the genital finally sprinted to a terrifying depth, and a large amount of thick semen erupted. During the ejaculation process, the genitals were still twitching, one after another, being sucked repeatedly by the fiery internal trembling; at the same time, Jiang Ting was tightly twisting the sheets, the knuckles of his fingers were white, and he did not say a word. He raised his head and was bitten fiercely by Yan Yan on his Adam's apple.
Breathing and heartbeat intertwined into beating drums, blood roared out of the heart and slammed into the brain.
"It's strange," Yan Yan suddenly had such a thought in his mind.
"Obviously I was biting his weakest throat, but it was me who really gave his Achilles' weakness with both hands."
The setting sun was slowly sinking, and the golden red light was cast from the gaps of the curtains. The clothes and bedding on the big bed were messy and intertwined. Finally, the rough breathing gradually calmed down into two hoarse breaths, which gradually merged into one.
Yan Xun was still pressing on Jiang Ting, both of them had taken off their clothes, and their bodies were very close to each other. Jiang Ting finally lifted his eyelids tiredly.
"What's wrong?" Yan Yan asked softly.
Jiang Ting didn't answer, and looked at Yan Xun's facial features a little bit, as if meticulously describing the prototype of the sculpture. He looked at it very carefully and very seriously. After a long time, he raised his hand, and his fingertips still had a tingling aftertaste of pleasure, and lightly touched Yan Yan's sweaty face.