Shen Qingxuan didn't expect that it would be like this, it was an indescribable taste. The thing delivered waves of squishy pleasure every time it pressed against the hot mucous membranes, leaving one wanting more. The waist was completely softened, and under Yimo's body, he could not help but sway with his frequency, making intermittent calls. The intestines reacted to the excessive friction, secreting a moist liquid, and in the original rhythm, wettered. The sound, as time went on, the sound of viscous water gradually became louder, making it even more obscene. Looking upwards with blurred eyes, Shen Qingxuan instinctively arched his waist and raised his hips high, making it easier for the opponent to pump. I just felt that the part that was usually ignored was numb and tingling at the moment, spreading to all the limbs and bones, and the whole body was happy.
"So comfortable?" Yi Mo looked down at his lax expression, and lightly pinched Shen Qingxuan's chest protrusion like a joke: "Listen yourself, it's very wet."
With a sound of "Oh", Shen Qingxuan hugged his shoulders tightly, and after recovering, he ignored him, and his face flushed with embarrassment, that's why he was so wet. That place was not used to do this, and it was so wet that it was unbelievable.
Before waiting for a reaction, Yi Mo stopped, stilled in his body and did not move, he was only happy if he forced out an answer.
Shen Qingxuan was about to go to a place of comfort, making him stop like this, he almost went crazy. Almost immediately, the waist instinctively swayed, dawdling like a baby, humming in his mouth that he didn't want to fulfill his wish, but couldn't help the tide of emotion. The secret place where the marrow knows the taste also seems to have tasted the sweetness and refuses to give up. The place that has been passively receiving it is actively shrinking, like a wet and soft mouth, tenderly wrapping around Yimo's roots and sucking continuously .
With such a state of mind, Yi Mo, who was above him, frowned slightly, but remained motionless. Compared to lust, which is dispensable to him, teasing Shen Qingxuan is more interesting to him.
Knowing this, Shen Qingxuan immediately hated him, raised his head almost arbitrarily, and bit his neck so hard that he almost saw blood: "Are you moving?" Shen Qingxuan asked, being dazzled by lust, he couldn't I didn't realize what a shocking thing I was doing right now. Yi Mo raised his eyebrows, looked at the eldest son of the Shen family who was doing the "forced rape", and asked in a rather pleasant tone: "How do you move?"
"You..." Shen Qingxuan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak again. Lust and the feeling of "being repaid" surged up together. He felt as if his heart was being pressed down by a huge rock, and his eyes turned red with inexplicable anger, resentment Said: "You are enough!"
Seeing his appearance, Yi Mo also knew the principle of accepting as soon as he sees it, so he grabbed the small protrusion on the thin chest, kneaded it with his fingertips and sighed: "It's really me serving you this time."
Shen Qingxuan turned his face away when he heard the words, and looked at the green gauze bed curtain aside, wondering what he was thinking.
Yi Mo started to move again, this time no longer teasing him, straightened his waist, squeezed a gap in the soft and wet secret place, pierced through it fiercely, getting deeper and heavier every time, and the sound of water resounded again , in the small space covered by the bed curtain.
Shen Qingxuan got angry at being teased at first, and refused to pay attention to him, so Yi Mo bent down, fixed his unconscious leg with one hand, and passed under his neck with the other, and hugged him into her arms, but still Asked: "How comfortable am I making you?"
He was still angry while doing this, Shen Qingxuan himself thought it was funny, originally planned to be soft and reconcile as before, and finish this matter properly before talking about other things. Unexpectedly, Yi Mo asked such a sentence when it was clearly a coaxing action. Shen Qingxuan didn't know whether his face should be red or black.
Neither is it really red, nor is it black. When he encountered this old monster snake, he really couldn't use any means. After thinking about it in his mind, Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes, answered seriously and gritted his teeth: "It's very comfortable!"
"Since it's comfortable, why is there no response here?" Yi Mo slid his hand between the two of them, pinched Shen Qingxuan's thing in his hand and fiddled with it: "You lied to me?"
"...I'll make you angry." Shen Qingxuan laughed as he spoke, wrapped his arms around his neck again, and whispered next to Yimer's ear: "You will react when you play with it."
"Get it here?" Yimo Shi squeezed the thing in his hand that was soft but kept flowing with transparent mucus, raised his waist again, and slammed into it after a short pause, asking: "Or here?"
Shen Qingxuan let out an "ah", the nasal sound was long and sweet, filled with a sensuality that even shocked him, he quickly bit his lower lip to suppress the sound, then raised his waist tremblingly, his voice was like a mosquito, "Everything. " Pausing for a moment, he rubbed his cheek against Yimo's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "You kiss me."
At this time, his clothes are all off, his legs are open and his hips are raised, the sound of water is gurgling between his legs, his white waistline also bends in an unimaginable arc, and he is trying to be happy. , but he hesitated to say this. The sentimentality that cannot be hidden in the words is actually a bit more slutty than the prostitutes who are posing all day long in the barn, but there is no pretense, and the sloppy is also sloppy and sincere.
Without hesitation, Yi Mo lowered her head and kissed her. As soon as his lips touched, Shen Qingxuan hastily rushed forward, as if he was about to reach the top, his tongue was violently disorganized, and occasionally let out uncontrollable panting and groaning, entangled with him like crazy, The body fluid that was too late to swallow trickled down the corner of the mouth, forming a transparent water stain. The waist is placed in his arms like a fish that is about to drown in the next moment, constantly asking and receiving.
Being sucked up and down by two hot and humid mouths at the same time, no matter how calm Yi Mo is, he still has the illusion of stepping into a swamp, like stepping on cotton, being sucked involuntarily and sinking, unable to break free.
Finally couldn't help it, Yi Mo moved his lips away, showing some emotion on his face, and said in a hateful voice: "Lang Cheng is like this, why do you like being fucked by me so much?" Yi Mo himself was startled when he heard that. He has cultivated for thousands of years and traveled in the world of mortals for hundreds of years. When did he have such uncontrollable emotions? A trace of hostility flashed in Yi Mo's eyes, and Yi Mo looked down at the face that was not unfamiliar but not so deep in his mind. Fortunately, Shen Qingxuan was in a daze at this time, and didn't notice anything, and even hummed "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" As if agreeing to his previous question.
Like saying, yes, I like it.
The ignorant and indifferent expression returned to his face, Yi Mo straightened his waist and pushed it dozens of times very quickly, and cooperated with his hands, controlling Shen Qingxuan's blushing thing that couldn't be vented at all. The palm moved skillfully, and Shen Qingxuan let out a long moan, almost crying, his whole body was flushed red, trembling like a leaf swaying in the wind, his back also bent up, leaning only on his waist The force stretched his body into a bow arc and let it out in his hands. At the same time he opened his eyes.
The sights collided, as if the collision between the tens of thousands of years of glaciers and the erupting volcanic mud caused a violent bang, and then, the iceberg remained the same, and the mud flow dissipated. Everything is back to normal.
Yi Mo drew back.
The candlelight at the bedside imprinted those deep black and cold eyes, desireless and heartless, he said his farewell, and disappeared into Shen Qingxuan's room like light smoke.
Shen Qingxuan lay alone for a long time, and then pulled the messy quilt to cover him, thinking in his heart, it would be better to do this in the dark next time. It doesn't need to be so bright, and you don't need to see those eyes that are always deserted so clearly.
Thinking about it, he started laughing, hehehehe he laughed one after another, he just opened his mouth, but silently.
It was as if the whole world had lost its voice.