Gong Lixin narrowed his eyes, tasted the same fragrance in Song Haoran's mouth carefully, and confirmed the fact that the two people had traditional Chinese medicine. He put his hand on Song Haoran's arm, not knowing whether to hug him according to his inner desire, or to push him away according to the etiquette. open. When he was in a dilemma, Song Haoran's big hands had penetrated into his small vest, pulling and fiddled with the two red beans on his chest, causing him to shudder and let out a blood-pumping moan.
Lin Wenbo's pupils had already turned golden brown, and he locked the door with his backhand, staring at the two who were kissing, while quickly taking off his clothes.
Song Haoran's lips moved away from the young man's mouth, moved towards the neck, collarbone, red beans, and lower abdomen to worship, and took off the clothes that barely covered the young man's body in three or two strokes, and finally stopped at the tender and lovely place of the young man, Without even thinking about it, he held it lightly, and sucked rhythmically.
"Ah!" Gong Lixin exclaimed, stretched his arms, propped up his upper body, looked at Song Haoran who was buried in his lower abdomen with tears in his eyes, and begged him to stop repeatedly by shaking his head. He has never felt the feeling of the most vulnerable place being wrapped by the soft and warm mouth. The tense nerves are about to be broken, and the place has already stood tall and ready to go, and the skin all over his body is dyed horribly. Fascinating pink, white and jade-like toes curled up tightly, unable to clasp the bed sheet under her body.
The boy's emotional appearance was breathtakingly beautiful. Seeing this, Lin Wenbo's lower body swelled to the point of exploding. He quickly climbed onto the bed, sat behind the forgetful young man, hugged his soft body from the back, grabbed his chin, and kissed his wet and bright red lips deeply, the hot and thick thing touched his groin on the back lightly The slight squirming and thrusting made the young man tremble violently uncontrollably.
The delicate and lovely thing in the mouth overflowed with a few tears as it shook again and again, and the salty and greasy taste spread on the tip of the tongue, which made people want to go crazy. Song Haoran raised his head, took a deep look at the young man with his dark red pupils, and turned to take care of the young man's needs more diligently, chewing, licking, allowing sucking, masturbating, doing everything he could to make the young man stretch With a graceful neck, he moaned high and low, but as soon as the shy voice came out of his throat, Lin Wenbo swallowed it one by one.
One of the two took care of his upper body and the other took care of his lower body, which made him unable to think at all, and his body was completely controlled by lust.
Stopping the deep kiss, looking at the charming young man in his bosom, whose eyes were dyed peach pink, still dripping with crystal tears. There was no trace of reason left in the golden-brown eyes, only the burning desire left.
Song Haoran's situation was even worse than his, and now he was already supporting his huge hard object with one hand, rubbed at the boy's pink hole, and inserted it hard with the mucus secreted from the top.
"Ugh~" Gong Lixin sobbed in a muffled voice, a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. This was the first time in his life, and the pain was unbearable. Fortunately, he is a pure yin body, so he quickly adapted to the invasion of foreign objects and was not injured. Moreover, after the severe pain passed, he slightly contracted the muscles in his posterior acupoint, and a burst of ecstasy and bone-piercing pleasure rushed through his body like an electric current. Limbs and limbs made him want to groan comfortably.
Feeling the tender flesh surrounding him wriggling and sucking, not only the pupils of Song Haoran's eyes, but also the sockets of his eyes were red. This feeling was so refreshing that he spent half his life in this moment, just to stay in the boy's body for a while longer. Pausing for a few seconds, when the urge to ejaculate passed, he straightened his lower body and quickly thrust forward, using all his strength in each stroke, straight into the most sensitive point in the boy's body, causing the boy to scream again and again , tears filled.
Lin Wenbo was not idle either, circling the boy's small and cute red bean with the tip of his tongue, comforting the boy's upturned part skillfully with one hand, and inserting his hand into the boy's already slippery rear acupoint, rubbing and scratching it with his fingertips scratch.
With the addition of his index finger, Song Haoran only felt that the already tight part became more ecstasy, and the speed of thrusting became faster and stronger, and the strength became stronger and stronger.
The climax came wave after wave, Gong Lixin uttered one after another, his voice was a little hoarse, but Lin Wenbo, who had already been impatient, did not let go of his busy mouth, straightened his waist, and stuffed his swollen thing went in.
Gong Lixin's teary eyes were dim, and he instinctively grasped the top of the object, licking and sucking in a hole in it with his little tongue, and Lin Wenbo, who was teasing him, panted heavily and lost all reason. He squinted his eyes and roared, holding the back of the boy's head and vigorously thrusting his waist.
Gong Lixin passively accepted the huge thing in his mouth, but he didn't feel any discomfort or shame in his heart, instead he felt an indescribable satisfaction and throbbing.
In the previous life, facing those furnaces, he didn't want to, and no one could make him emotional. In the end, Xiao Lin had to drug him every time to force him to submit. But in the face of Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo's contact, he knew it was wrong but couldn't control his body and mind, he could only allow himself to fall, and handed himself over without reservation.
Maybe it's because he stole these two feelings through Gong Lixin's body, and they don't belong to the real him, so he is afraid of losing them. Occasionally, he would feel guilty, afraid that when he opened his eyes one day, he would become the young master who had nothing but waited for death in the dark underground palace. All of this, try your best to please them and make them happy.
However, Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran didn't know the boy's complicated and unspeakable mood. They had already lost their minds and could only vent their emotions on the boy's slender body like two beasts in heat.
Song Haoran let out a low growl, and finally released it. Lin Wenbo hugged the boy who had been fired many times, and his abdomen was covered with turbid fluid, and fell back, letting Song Haoran's slightly weak part exit the boy's body. The giant slid out with a puff, and a white turbid liquid flowed out from the chrysanthemum stamen, which was so red and swollen that it couldn't be closed. Lin Wenbo separated one of the young man's feet, put it in his arms, and touched the spot that was ready to go. The lubrication of this liquid penetrated hard, and he started to move crazily.
The aftertaste of the previous pleasure has not yet dissipated, but a more intense and intensive orgasm followed. Gong Lixin breathed heavily, his throat was already too dry to scream, and he could only open and close weakly, and transparent saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth. cheek.
Song Haoran squinted his eyes and saw his extremely obscene, ecstasy expression, the part that had just softened looked up again, full of energy. He firmly held the young man's sandalwood mouth, stirred it wildly, and pulled out a long silver thread when he let go. He licked clean the silver threads sticking to the boy's cheeks and neck, pressed on the boy's body, and rubbed the boy's wet belly and thighs with his hot and firm penis to relieve the clamoring desire in his heart.
The three of them overlapped each other, their limbs entangled without distinguishing each other, and there was a strong musky smell in the air, which could not be concealed no matter what.
In the early morning of the next day, I opened my misty eyes, and before I could see the scene on the bed clearly, I smelled this unusual smell at the tip of my nose. Lin Wenbo's pale gold pupils darkened, and he closed his eyes tightly in the crook of his arms. Frowning slightly, the young man covered in red marks looked at him, and saw that his abdomen was covered with suspicious objects that had dried up and agglomerated, and there was also a mess between his legs. His brain seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. There is no way to think.
After this whirling feeling passed, the absurd scenes of last night began to replay in his mind. The young man shook his head and shouted no, and was forced to hold his part in his mouth, with tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. He became paler, and his body lost temperature inch by inch, like falling into an ice cave.
Song Haoran who was lying under the bed groaned, also woke up from the dream, sat up slowly, looked at the two hugging each other on the bed, and then froze.
He looked stunned, looking at the bed for a while, and at his messy lower body for a while, unable to recover for a long time. Lin Wenbo stared at him quietly, seeing his light red pupils gradually getting darker, he said in a low voice, "I have something to say to your room, Xiao Xin was tortured by us all night, let him have a good rest."
Carefully withdrew his arm from the back of the young man's neck, and gently patted the young man's back, which seemed to be waking up. Seeing his brows stretched and he calmed down again, Lin Wenbo got out of bed and hurriedly put it on. Clothes, go to Song Haoran's room and prepare for a long talk.
Song Haoran's room is next to Lin Wenbo's. The pubic hairs of the lower bodies of the two were covered with turbid fluid, which had already clotted into lumps, making them very uncomfortable. Therefore, the two of them didn't say anything after they entered the room, they first took care of their own mess, and took advantage of this gap to sort out their disturbed mood.
After cleaning up, the two of them sat on the edge of the bed and sat on the chair looking at each other, neither knowing how to speak.
After a long while, Song Haoran still couldn't hold his breath, he hammered the edge of the bed heavily, and asked ruthlessly, "You should have had a little sense last night, right? Why didn't you stop?"
"Why do you want me to stop?" Lin Wenbo sneered, his tone no longer calm, "I carried Xiao Xin first, he should be mine!"
"So what if you hug him first? I'm the one who got his body first! Quit and forget everything about last night." Every detail of last night is clearly engraved in Song Haoran's mind, tormenting Song Haoran's fragile body nerve. His eyes were red, and deep pain was suppressed in his tone. He didn't expect that he and his friends would do such a thing to the boy he loves, it's like a beast.
"Since I was a child, I have always let you in. Why? Xiaoxin is my life! I will never give in, unless I die!" Lin Wenbo stood up cheerfully, grabbing Song Haoran's lapel every word ruthlessly. Open your mouth. This was the first time he lost his usual calm in front of his friends.
"Hmph, I'll reciprocate the same words! If you want me to give up Li Xin, you have to step on my corpse." Song Haoran's eyes were red, and before he finished speaking, he punched Lin Wenbo on the cheek. Partial.
Lin Wenbo wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his arm with a layer of metal streamer, and hit back with a solid 'iron fist'. Song Haoran was not to be outdone, his fist ignited a raging flame, and rushed forward. The two quickly fought into a ball in the narrow room, refusing to give in to each other. The fragile walls and floor burst into cracks due to the two people's unscrupulous efforts, and the wall ash fell straight down.
After fighting for more than ten minutes, there was only a loud bang, and Lin Wenbo's iron fist pierced a big hole in the floor. The two of them sank and fell into the room below. Only then did Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran regain their senses, and they all thought to themselves: Oops! Shouldn't it overwhelm someone