The moment the shackles were untied, the astonishing murderous thing bounced out.
Shen Du felt that he should have ridiculed the monk for saying that he was pure in heart and few desires, but his body honestly obeyed his desires, but at this moment, he only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't make any sound.
The fingers trembled even more.
Probably because of his madness, the monk had crossed his legs in order to reassure himself. He was just kneeling between his legs at the moment, one hand resting stiffly on his left leg, and the other holding the thing between his legs.
Under the action of the medicinal power, it has long been thick and hard.
At such a close distance, he could even see the faint purple veins and blue veins on it, with a bit of a ferocious smell of blood vessels.
His hand was icy cold, but this thing was as hot as a soldering iron. The terrifying temperature made him want to take back his hand and stay away from it.
But the only remaining reason, but stopped him.
Or maybe it was the desire that had been manipulated by the backlash of Liuhe Divine Art, urging him, not only did he not withdraw his hand, but instead held it.
The slender fingers are like white jade.
Because of its coldness, when he held it, the object was stimulated and shivered, and it became a little harder in his palm.
Shen Du couldn't see the monk's expression, but he expected that his eyes could kill people.
But at this time, his mind was full of bangs.
Stiff fingers with an unspeakable jerky, began to tangle along the giant, and the soft fingers exerted a little force, grinding from below to the top.
It was clearly an act of restraint, but because of this restraint, it was even more erotic.
In the past ten years, he has not even scolded himself, let alone comforted others three or two times, and he was able to find the trick, which gave birth to a strange tension in his heart.
Even his fingers trembled.
The more he trembled, the more nervous he became. Several times during the suite, he almost let the thing jump out of his palm.
The yin and evil energy in his body was running around, and the medicinal power of Wangyoushui Bliss was also triggering him, making him feel cold at the same time, and at the same time, it was like being roasted in purgatory, and all the skin on his body seemed to be on fire.
he wants.
But this troublesome thing in front of me can't be fixed. He messed around and felt humiliated in every possible way, but he finally buried his head while struggling with the twinkle in his eyes.
The body is cold, but the breath is hot, and it spit on the giant.
Shen Du slowly opened his mouth, and the two office's thin lips, which were blue and white due to backlash, parted, holding the top of the thing with a slight trembling that could move people's hearts.
At that moment, he could feel the body under his palm, and it suddenly shook.
Since the monks entered the Tianji Zen Temple, they have been highly regarded by many people.
He didn't take Shen Du seriously.
Even with the medicinal power, he still has the confidence that he will not move. The most important thing is the gloomy and cold aura inside, which will destroy his foundation. This is what he values.
But he didn't expect this moment...
The burst of desire, in that person's astringent fingers and palms, already felt a sense of pain; at this moment, his lips were soft, and when he contained it, he seemed to be pushed into the gentle land of seven emotions and six desires!
The fire in the lower abdomen ignited instantly, shaking his sobriety!
At this moment, he almost wanted to raise his hand and directly slap the devil who had disturbed his mind to death. The clasped hands controlled the movement of the energy in his body.
Once you let go, the blood will be retrograde!
Qing Zhuo gave up all his previous achievements, and Zhong Noi went into trouble!
Can't stop.
Unstoppable.
He could only watch and feel like this, allowing this evil demon to act like this!
Monks love cleanliness.
The smell of the thing under him was very light, but there was still a faint smell of fishy mutton.
When Shen Du took it in, he tasted a little bit, and then he felt the hugeness of this thing. With just such a top, it almost filled his mouth, making it difficult for him to swallow.
"Well… "
Deep in the throat, a faint sound came out.
He exerted a little force with both hands, and supported the monk's legs to use strength, and wanted to back away. But after maintaining this kneeling position for a long time, and the surging power of the medicine, his legs were actually numb and weak. Not only was he able to stand up, but he was caught off guard and fell heavily.
The giant object that originally contained only a little bit, in his sudden fall, actually stabbed most of it into his mouth at once, not only failed to spit it out, but went deeper!
up to the throat.
The subconscious nausea came instantly, and the throat shrank even more due to the stimulation. In an instant, he only felt that the object swelled in a circle in his mouth, making him unable to close his mouth.
The corners of Shen's eyes turned red.
The two eyebrows, which had only been stern in the past, frowned because of the discomfort between their tongues, but because of the redness at the corners of their eyes, they suppressed the sharpness and hostility that they dared not look at, and there was a faint hint of anger. Fragile spring feelings are depicted on it.
If you want to retreat, you can't retreat, and if you want to vomit, you can't vomit.
He shrank his throat, curled his tongue with a bit of embarrassment, and at the same time shook his head a little weakly, trying to find a suitable position and angle to free himself from being dominated by this murderous creature.
But these kinds of unconscious actions only aggravated the intolerance of that kind of provocation.
In his own sense, this is nothing but an unreasonable method that embarrassed him to the extreme, and in the sense of the monks he was holding and teasing, he was subjected to vicious manipulation and seduction.
The more inherently clumsy and jerky, the more it can arouse the abuse in the heart.
Shen Du had heard this before.
But at this time, he didn't realize it at all. Maybe he was in a position above ten thousand people, and it was impossible for him to realize it one day.
It took him a long time for him to get rid of this embarrassing situation in the rapid and chaotic breathing, and slowly spit out the monk's murderous thing.
Between the ups and downs of the chest, the tide is full.
But the most embarrassing moment has just come.
At first, he felt that the effect of Wangyou Water was too harsh, but now he felt that he didn't drink enough. If he had two or three more glasses, he might be more intoxicated and more debauched.
It doesn't have to be so instant...
When he slowly licked his fingers and put them behind him, there was the kind of shame that made him tremble, and even his bare skin was reddened by the shamelessness at this moment.
Above the head, is the monk's gaze.
This kind of silent stare made Shen Yu feel like he was stripped of his clothes and thrown into the public, as if he was a shameless prostitute.
The excessive humiliation even made his eyes covered with a layer of water.
Everyone in the world is afraid of handsome demons and Daoists, how has there ever been such a time when he was so humble
Shen Du only felt that his whole mind was dizzy.
He slowly squeezed his wet fingers behind him, and almost instantly felt the warm package, as if he had longed for emptiness, and swallowed the fingers.
little by little.
The perception of the body is debauched and beautiful, but the perception of the heart is like being tortured.
one.
two.
three...
is the limit.
The awkward posture made his wrists sore. When he opened up, the breathing between his lips and teeth was extremely chaotic. A few strands of black hair were wet with thin sweat, and it was wrapped around his cheeks and neck, which was a hot and humid ambiguity.
In the chaotic consciousness, the passage of time has become nothingness.
Maybe it was three to five breaths, or maybe half a moment, Shen Ducai slowly withdrew his fingers, his heartbeat became extremely violent, and the object in front of him slowly stood up.
He tried his best to smooth his breathing, but it only made it harder.
The cold winter air wrapped around him.
The evil power of the inner Liuhe Divine Art drives him.
His two long straight legs were trembling a little weakly at the moment, but in the almost contradictory resistance and desire, they slowly opened wider and stepped into the monk's waist.
It was only at this time that he was forced by the posture at the moment, raised his eyes and looked at the monk who was meditating.
Because of Shen Du's previous unconscious torture, he had been suffering for a long time.
Wangyoushui obviously failed to make him forget his own identity and Buddhist discipline. Even if his clothes were disheveled, and even the murderous thing had an erection, he endured it.
On a face with a clear outline, there is sobriety that has not been pulled into the mud by lust.
Shen Du suddenly envied him a little: "The world suffers a lot from emotions and desires, and sinks into bliss, but you want to resist this bliss and be willing to suffer the pain of forbearance and restraint, if I were you, if I were you..."
What if he was him
What he cultivates is the Six Harmonies God Art, and he has never been liberated in this world of seven emotions and six desires, and he is not a predestined person with any wisdom roots...
If he were him, he would have died ten years ago.
In the hoarse voice, there was a faint choked sob, but at this time, Shen Du laughed and sighed: "It's good to have a monk like you in the world..."
The monks were dripping with sweat on their foreheads.
There were still traces of blood on the sleeves of his moon-white monk robe, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, obviously he was in the throes of extreme pain.
Fall and sobriety. All in that dangerous thought.
if.
Shen Du said if.
If he had another choice at this moment, or he could enter the Tianji Temple, it would be to let him risk his own death and go to the extremely powerful monk Shanzai, and he would not want to drag the monk in front of him down.
But after all, there is no if.
The monk looked directly at his eyes, not even half-covered, clear and translucent, and as sharp as a sword. There are five points of forbearance and three points of mouth.
Two more points...
It was still that cold murderous intent.
So Shen Du felt that the curvature of his lips was a little stiff, and he still felt that the monk's eyes made him a little uncomfortable, so he lowered his eyes again, and let him see himself how he wanted, and he didn't look back.
A hand stretched out and placed it on the monk's shoulder.
The other hand slid down slowly, supporting the murderous creature under the monk's crotch that was still standing upright because of the power of the medicine.
At this moment, his throat was dry, and his body was completely tense. The fingers and fingernails resting on the monk's shoulder were almost digging into the flesh and blood of the monk's shoulder.
They sank one by one.
With his legs apart, his knees knelt on both sides of his waist, he slowly lowered his waist, facing the murderous creature, and sat down with some caution.
When using the mouth, it is still difficult to swallow.
How can the narrow back hole contain it at this moment
The scalding temperature and the hard touch almost immediately made Shen Du want to escape, but under the attack of the Liuhe Divine Art and the medicinal power of Wangyou Shui, all lucid reason collapsed at this moment.
He knew exactly what he was longing for.
The hastily opened mouth, because of its trembling, rubbed against the top of the fierce thing, and contracted involuntarily. From the top, he slowly swallowed the behemoth just like when he opened his mouth to swallow it.
"Um..."
A moan that was indescribable whether it was pain or contentment finally overflowed from his mouth, and the vibrato had a wet stickiness in it.
The folds inside have been completely stretched.
The huge object gave him a feeling of fullness, and in an instant, it filled the emptiness that had tormented him for several hours, and even faintly made him feel that he would be broken.
He should have been careful.
How can you bear it
At the moment of entering this giant, the feeling of desire being satisfied, accompanied by a sense of blasphemous taboo, carried him like a huge wave.
Shen Du was completely unable to control himself.
He doesn't even know what happened this time.
Not only his body, but even that violently beating heart was clamoring for more, and he had to obey his own desires and continue to sink, deeper and more swollen.
Let that ominous thing penetrate itself, like a fish thrown ashore thirsting for water.
The benefits of forgetting worry water have not been fully revealed until this moment.
He began to forget where he was, who he was, and why it was happening at the moment.
There is no shame, and there is also restraint.
Some are just endless sinking, endless bliss, the waist that is flexible due to martial arts keeps swaying, letting oneself swallow the iron-like weapon, the narrow corridors are constantly opened and tightened, and the gentle tightening brings can be burned. All the friction...
"Um... um..."
Small moans, intermittent.
The more and more intense stimulation made Shen Du couldn't help closing his eyes, tightening his legs, and indirectly tightening his hips. So I went deeper to feel the trajectory of the monster galloping between my legs...
Between the top and bottom, the pouch under the murderous thing slapped his snow-white buttocks.
In this bamboo hut filled with a strange smell, the sound of blushing and beating beats spread out for a while...
After the rather difficult entry and exit at the beginning, the intestines secreted a smooth honey liquid under the emotional tide triggered by the backlash of the gods, which became more relaxed and more sensitive.
Every time he went in and out, he could clearly feel the shape of the monk's murderous thing.
How did the coiled veins, the stretched folds, and the hard top get into him, penetrated deep into him, and smashed him apart.
There was such an occasional awake moment, Shen Du wanted to stop and pull away, slapped himself a few times, but he was distracted and didn't pay attention to the depth. The other side's murderous thing sank deeper.
I was caught off guard, and I didn't know where it was.
The thrill of extinction was like a frenzy, and it suddenly came, covering his whole body, pressing into the boundless desire, and could not come out again.
What slaps, what sobriety, what blasphemy...
All forgotten.
He tried, twisting his waist, trying to touch that point again, but he didn't get it at first, but gradually he got the hang of it. As a result, the deeper the sinking, the more forgetful he became, and he slowly raised his slender neck intolerably, panting with his mouth open as if drowning.
It was just seven or eight blows against the top like this, and Shen Du couldn't take it anymore.
The hard body in front of him that was erected due to desire, at the moment when the pleasure reached its extreme, was unable to control himself, trembling and venting out, dripping on his waist, and shooting into the monk's strong abdomen.
A pair of phoenix eyes that floated up, in this lust, finally became a void...
His hands that were on the monk's shoulders were already a little convulsed, and the two legs that were kneeling beside the monk's legs were even more sore and weak, and he was about to faint almost immediately, trying to support his body to get down between the monk's legs.
But just when he was about to get up, his figure froze.
The joy just now made him forget about it, and he touched the bliss, but the giant object sandwiched between his thighs did not soften at all, it was as ferocious as ever, and it was hot and hard!
After the orgasm is released, the body is extra sensitive.
Just in the act of getting up a little bit, Shen Du could clearly perceive the traces it had rubbed in his body, and the terrifying temperature seemed to leave a mark on his body.
So the scalp was suddenly numb.
He raised his head and looked at the monk, and saw his clear eyes staring at him. At this moment, there were so many thoughts in his mind that he was in chaos.
The evil spirit of Liuhe Divine Art has not been relieved in any way as he thought.
Still walking through his body, and like a poisonous snake, when he was in a chaotic state, he slammed into his dantian!
"puff!"
The unsuspecting Shen Du. Just a mouthful of blood spit out, mixed with the blood that the monk had spit out earlier, and sprinkled all over the front of his clothes.
"You are cultivating the legendary King Kong who is not bad?"
In the hoarse and hoarse voice, there was a bit of trembling hidden, and there was a kind of bitterness that was unpredictable. Shen Du's lips were covered with blood, and he couldn't help laughing, and looked back at the monk's eyes. , is helpless sadness.
"That's why you can stand on the sidelines, see me despise myself and be indifferent..."
The monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes.
The palms that folded together were still under the torment of medicine and lust, so the knuckles of the knuckles were a little white, but they maintained such a posture and remained motionless.
He just sighed silently, moved his lips, and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.
The string of 18 red sandalwood beads was put together in his palm, and the fragrance emanating from it was mixed with the fragrance of white sandalwood on the monk's body.
Shen Du was trembling with anger.
He clenched his teeth, only to feel that after entering his dantian, the evil energy became more and more raging, and gradually began to assimilate the strength he had painstakingly cultivated.
The meridians everywhere in the body were even more cramped, making him unable to help curl up his body.
The posture of sitting between the monk's legs did not change, but the pain between the two was tighter at the moment, so he could clearly feel the hot and fierce thing that was deeply wedged into his body, and he felt more and more in his heart. hate.
Do some calculations!
He also fed others and himself in advance, and drank the Wangyou water, but in the end, it was all empty!
"You cut your flesh to feed eagles, and sacrifice your body to feed tigers, but you refuse to; walk the road to help flowers and plants, but pity the lives of ants; I think you are really ruthless, but why do you add that butterfly to my painting?"
It was as if someone had been slashed in his heart, and blood was pouring out.
The medicinal power of Wangyou Shui began to recede, but it still completely subsided, but Shen Du's eyes had returned to sobriety under the severe pain caused by the backlash of the Liuhe Divine Art.
"I murdered like a numb, and I never even wanted to get rid of you, but you killed me first..."
There are thousands of reasons for others to live.
But he lives alone only because he is afraid of death.
Suddenly a tear rolled down his eyes.
He leaned forward and wanted to kiss the monk's ruthless and pitiful lips, but when he saw that he was about to touch it, he remembered that he had just used his mouth to comfort him, and he didn't want to insult him.
So he retreated, his lips fell on the back of his folded right hand, and he pecked lightly.
The monk's fingers trembled slightly.
However, Shen Du raised his eyes, looked at him, and spoke almost begging, his voice hoarse: "Monk, I don't want to die. The Buddha can transcend all suffering beings in the world, why are you not willing to transcend me?"
Buddha can transcend the suffering of all living beings in the world, why do you one by one
Don't want to get over me
All dignity is thrown away.
At this moment, Shen Du was as humble as any sentient being who begged for mercy and rescue from God and Buddha.
The voice was almost broken and hoarse.
The monk felt that he couldn't hear clearly, and he shouldn't hear it clearly, but every word, even every subtle expression on his face, was clear in his five senses.
All the high defense lines collapsed at this moment.
The eyes of compassion, the clear cold light, finally died...
At this moment, he is his Pure Land on Earth, the Buddha Land in Heaven.