Shanzai's cultivation is very high, and he didn't sleep very deeply. He had already woken up the moment Shen Du rolled over and sat on top of him.
A pair of eyes stared at him in the gloomy darkness.
Shen Du suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but then he thought about it, the desire for life, even life and death, was underestimated. Facing these desires in his heart, why would he be embarrassed
He buried his head and kissed him.
The wet lips pressed tightly against his, and the tip of the tongue slid in with a slight trembling, keeping him and himself together.
Soon a helpless sigh was heard.
As a result, the monk's originally mild and indifferent lips and tongue began to warm up gradually. It was a slow and orderly response, not cluttered, and did not give people a sense of fanaticism. What it brought to Shen Du was a burning sensation that almost made his entire scalp numb.
Shen Du suddenly felt a little ashamed.
So he bit his lip with a slight revenge, wanting to bleed, but when it was really hard, he couldn't bear it, and it became a kind of biting that was light or heavy.
"Do you know that the last time I wanted to kill you?"
He panted and slowly backed away, his lips were slightly red, but when the words came out, there was a kind of ambiguity that made people's souls soften.
A pair of eyes is calm, but there is also a dangerous choice to eat.
The monk almost immediately understood which time Shen Du was referring to by "the last time", he just stared at him with calm eyes, and then remained silent.
But this undoubtedly angered Shen Du even more.
He remembered the first time he was so angry that the monk vomited blood for the first time, a little laughter overflowed from his throat, he kissed his Adam's apple down the monk's jaw, and nibbled lightly on the bulge, which attracted the monk. He took a slight breath of cold air.
Then the kiss went deeper and deeper, as if he knew that the monk had already made waves in his heart at this moment, and he became more and more arrogant, and soon reached the waist and abdomen of the monk.
It's just that he doesn't release the things he's passionate about.
Shen Du had a bad heart and insisted on kissing it through the slightly rough cloth, holding it, tracing its shape with his tongue, the saliva moistened the cloth and made it fit tightly around it , thus showing that huge and terrifying outline.
His lips and tongue were warm, and his mouth was also warm, not to mention his trembling body that was rising in temperature at this moment.
Shen Du's whole person is like a charcoal fire.
But when he set the monk on fire, the wet place he licked and swallowed, and because he occasionally left, was blown slightly cold by the wind that entered the boat, but the next moment it would be wrapped in that narrow warmth.
The first time, Zenzai's love for this world-famous big devil didn't end there, so even though he was teased by him, he also forced his unmoving heart.
The second time, he hated him and was angry that he punished him and didn't want to let him go, so even though he was emotional, he endured it and didn't show the slightest bit.
Up to now…
Love is clear about love, how can you be as indifferent as water
Shen Du's curled lips and tongue rubbed against the layer of rough fabric and rubbed against his huge heat, finely and irritatingly. However, the occasional frown when he swallowed and the eyes that quietly raised his eyes from time to time to observe his expression all revealed an unconscious seduction and sensationalism.
All the heat around him went down to his waist.
At this moment, I just want to fill him up and occupy him. What breeds in my mind are endless desires and thoughts, dragging him towards the endless abyss.
this is not right.
A voice in his heart told him clearly.
But his body and heart seemed to be completely separated, or maybe he didn't care so much about the rules and regulations that had been branded in his heart, so he gradually couldn't hold himself back under his provocation, and even stretched out his hand, He stroked the face of the man whose head was buried under him.
The slender five fingers are clean and spotless.
The touch was also very slight, and it only made Shen Du tremble at this moment, and stopped all the movements that he was continuing, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.
He looked up at the monk with unspeakable affection in his eyes.
Shanzai was knocked down by his sudden soft eyes, and the lake in his heart was a little turbulent, and he sat up at this moment, and helped Shen Du, who was lying below, to stand up.
Shen Du naturally knelt down in front of him and stared at him blankly.
Zenzai buried his head and kissed his forehead, brows, corners of his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, kissing his lips as if he had just kissed himself, tentatively sticking his tongue into his mouth.
Shen Du was completely hardened uncontrollably, and the top of the thing was rudely tilted up against the monk's open waist.
The sudden stimulation and touch made him tremble.
So inexplicable embarrassment arose, and he subconsciously bowed and stepped back, not wanting his reaction at the moment to be noticed by the monk.
But then, in this long kiss, a hand that was originally supporting his neck has quietly fallen, sliding towards his chest along his protruding collarbone, and the slender fingertips are just on his chest. The small protruding point slid lightly, causing a shudder all over his body.
At first the finger seems to have been just inadvertently swiping.
It's just that Shen Du's sudden reaction was so obvious that Shanzai easily sensed his sensitivity, so the fingers he removed climbed up again and touched his nipples. Even the lips and tongues that had been nostalgic between his lips and teeth just now moved down, taking the other side of his emptiness into his mouth.
There was an unbearable whimper from Shen Du's throat.
The originally drooping neck was lifted up at once, and like a drowning person, he eagerly stretched his head toward the surface of the water in order to get that weak breath.
The slender and fragile neck was exposed to the slightly cold air.
He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, he only felt that his whole sanity was ruined by Zenya's sudden action.
Endless love rose up and wrapped him around.
Shen Du even forgot what he thought at the beginning, completely immersed in the monk's rare active movements, and the crotch was even more painful.
So he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, moved up and down, soothed himself, and even more small moans overflowed from his mouth: "Um, ha..."
Such a voice is tantamount to a warm invitation.
The moment the monk heard the voice that could almost evoke the deepest desire in one's heart, his movements stopped for a while, but then, as if punishing him for his unbridled behavior, he took a slight bite, and when he was wet and swollen, he looked lewd. Chyl's papilla leaves a small ring of teeth marks.
"Ha, what are you doing..."
This kind of action caused Shen Du to gasp for a while, and asked him almost like a blame, but the voice that had already been wrapped up in desire could not hear half of the blame, but it turned into a new kind of seduction.
What responded to him was a laughter from the monk, and a voice that was muffled by burying his head on his chest and molesting his nipples: "What are you doing?"
Shen Du didn't react at first glance.
But the next moment, the palm that had penetrated into his robe and stroked his back moved towards him, and landed lightly on the stiff thing in his crotch, and naturally touched his moving palm. .
People have expectations for their own actions, so scratching their own itch will not itch, but if others move, everything will become unknown, and no matter what they do, it will form a stimulating experience that goes straight to the mind.
At this moment, Shen Du at this moment.
The monk's movements were completely unexpected to him, so that the hot object under him bounced a bit when he was touched by his palm, and stuffed it tighter in the monk's palm.
Shen Du thought it was just an accident, but the monk's next move made him stiff, and all the trembling sensations in his body squeezed towards the depths of his soul, climbed up from the tailbone, and burst. his whole mind.
That warm and jade-like palm was actually soothing him.
The unfamiliar movement was an exploratory attempt, but in an instant, Shen Du didn't know what day it was, let alone where he was.
This is the palm that usually copies scriptures, the palm that beats the wooden fish, the palm that holds the incense and worships the Buddha in the Buddhist hall...
Shen Du will always remember the day he entered the Buddhist temple at night.
It was this slender and perfect palm that made him lose all wishful thinking about fighting with it, and the gently turning five fingers had the compassion of the twisted flowers, reminding him of the lotus blossoms on the top of the snowy mountain.
But now, this palm is touching the hard object under his crotch, rubbing and serving...
Almost at the moment when this realization popped up in his mind, Shen Du felt a shudder, and before the monk could make a few more tricks, it leaked out in his palm...
"… "
"… "
In the silent boat, only the murmur of water could be heard outside. The monk's hands were sticky and he didn't speak. Shen Du's already red face was even more blood-red at this moment. The corner of the robe on the side wanted to help him wipe his hands.
"Shen Du..."
Zenzai noticed his movement, raised his head again and printed his lips, and sighed slightly when he stared at him with his eyes open.
"fine."
Clearly a gentle tone.
Shen Du's eyes turned red.
The monk kissed him again for a long time, until he couldn't breathe and knelt down between his legs like mud, then he let go of him with some caution, and said softly: "The waist injury has not healed yet, Get down."
Shen Du obediently turned over and lay down.
By burying his face in his arms like this, he just concealed his blushing heartbeat.
The robe on his body has not yet come off, but his two straight and slender thighs are bare, looming in the messy robe, and he looks like a docile person who is being slaughtered.
Zenzai's breathing suddenly became a little muddy.
His palms slowly climbed up from Shen Du's ankles, stroked every inch of his legs little by little, and then reached the base of his legs, pulling the half-covered robe on his hips to his waist and hanging , the very white buttocks were completely exposed.
Perhaps sensing that this gesture was too shameful, Shen Du twisted uncomfortably.
This was originally his subconscious action, but he didn't know what a seductive and lascivious invitation it would become when it fell into the eyes of the monk behind him.
The warm palm squeezed on his hip.
The soft buttocks suddenly squeezed out different shapes between his fingers, which made Shen Ducai's better trembling rise again.
On his fingers there was still the stickiness that the person under him had just leaked out. Zenzai thought about it, and then let him leak the thing, stretched out his hand, separated his buttocks, and squeezed his slender middle finger in.
The narrow hole was opened by fingers.
The inner corridor looks very cramped, but because of the sticky lubrication, it is less dry, and it gradually becomes smoother between entering and exiting.
Maybe it's because it's been empty for too long, maybe it's because people are looking forward to a bigger debauchery in their hearts, or maybe it's just because of the emotion of the person behind him, the reaction of Shen Du's hidden hole is better than he is now. The posture of lying down is very enthusiastic.
When a monk's finger goes in, it is put further apart so that the finger goes deeper;
When the monk's finger was drawn, it contracted quietly, as if inviting him to stay.
But monks are always slow.
His slender fingers went in and out of his body, and after about ten times in and out, the knuckles bent slightly and rubbed in along the wall of Shen Du's intestines.
Not knowing which acupuncture point was touched, Shen Du screamed uncontrollably.
It wasn't the sensitiveness he knew in the past, but a brand new one, which made his body straighten almost instantly, and even his toes were hooked up.
Only by plugging his mouth with his fingers could he suppress the gasping voice.
But then a more exciting and comfortable pleasure came from the back acupoint. This monk seemed to know his body better than he did. He didn't need to touch the rest of his body at all. Just relying on his fingers gave him a sense of ecstasy. feeling.
"Ha, ah, um..."
In the end, he couldn't hold back, there was a thin layer of sweat on Shen Du's forehead, and even the skin around his body turned pink, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes forbearing, mixed with the sound of the surrounding water, growing in the quiet night on the river. Ambiguous dampness.
He's going crazy: "Dead, dead bald donkey, haha, where the hell did you learn your skills..."
Zenzai slowly withdrew his fingers, and saw that the pink flesh in his hole was opened, and a lot of holes had been opened up. When he changed three fingers and squeezed in again, he seemed to be impatient to swallow him. went in.
Still a patient development.
After hearing Shen Du's scolding, which could not be heard from joy or pain, he just said lightly: "The poor monk has a little knowledge of the tricks of the yellow and yellow, and he can learn everything very quickly..."
Poor you paralyzed monk!
The number of fingers that were squeezed in again was three, and two were added at once, which greatly squeezed his intestines, and almost stuffed all the swear words he was about to blurt back into his mouth.
The broken moan was his broken voice.
"Fuck you, uh, ha, ha, ah, it's not easy to learn, to learn, but to learn badly, it's really, fucking fast... Haha..."
The monk laughed helplessly, only worried that he was uncomfortable, so he asked him bluntly, "Are you uncomfortable?"
"… "
How should he answer this? !
Shen Du is really going crazy this time, he wants to say "uncomfortable", but the bursts of pleasure coming from his body will drown his whole being, and he wants to say "comfortable", but it is really hard to say. .
This monk must be fucking intentional!
Where is there someone who is doing and asking such a serious question? !
As soon as the thought came to him, it exploded, making him grit his teeth and hold back the whimper that overflowed from his lips and teeth, and said angrily: "Fuck me, I'm just a dead bald donkey, where does all this nonsense come from!"
"… "
The monk stopped.
A moment of silence spread, Shen Du lay on his stomach, could not hear any movement behind him, suddenly felt a little scared, and he immediately wanted to crawl forward with a strong desire to survive.
It's a pity that what he was doing fell into the eyes of the monk behind him. After escaping for a short while, the monk grabbed his ankle, which looked a little slender against the light and shadow, and pulled him back.
Then he held onto his waist and wedged in sharply.
The back hole that had been opened was inserted with such force, almost immediately reacted, like a frightened bead clams suddenly tightened, wrapping and clamping the monk's terrifying giant.
Shen Independence immediately shouted.
His fierce reaction also caused the people behind him to take a long and shuddering breath, as if being controlled by the feeling that entered his body at this moment, but also as if to soothe the desire in his heart to press the person below him for a hard fuck. .
Zenzai slowly moved his waist and twitched.
He has always abide by the rules and regulations, has never tasted the taste of a woman, and has no interest in trying, just because he is only in love with this evildoer.
There was warmth in the tight pussy.
It's just that the murderous thing under his crotch was even hotter, and it was pushed in one after another, pushing open the folds inside, and going deeper little by little.
At first, I felt that it was too big to hold, and there was a panic that I was too tight for fear that even my stomach would burst. But as the monk slowed down the rhythm and twitched slowly, the original tension gradually disappeared and began to become relaxed and relieved.
It was a drunken numbness.
Shen Du swayed uncontrollably with the monk's movements. After he gradually felt that he could adapt to the size of the object behind his butt, he began to become unbearable, as if something evil was poking around in the depths of his body. He wanted more, deeper, more intense, more fierce.
He is waiting.
Wait for the monk to speed up his movements.
But the man behind him seemed to know nothing about his feelings and desires at the moment, still maintaining the original frequency and slowly pushing and inserting.
Shen Du wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak, so he could only bite his lower lip and swallow all the voices, but his whole body had sunk into the tide of desire.
The raised buttocks were quietly raised, catering to the attack of the giant behind him.
Kneeling halfway on the knees, the waist is straight and the hips are raised, and the narrow hole is swallowing the hot and huge meat blade, which makes the curve of the body particularly attractive.
The thing that had already leaked once, under the double attack of pleasure and shame, stood up tremblingly again, shaking with the impact of the monk.
Perhaps sensing his cooperation and hunger, the monk's movements finally sped up.
"Papa", every time he got to the deepest part, and also got to the place that made Shen Du the most comfortable, his strong waist and abdomen hit his buttocks, and when he was the most vicious, the two bulging arms hung outside. The sack was almost sent into Shen Du's body.
Quick action with hard friction.
Shen Du's body was finally fully opened, and the strong stimulation caused the secretion of intestinal juices in his intestines, which made the monk's entry and exit smoother, and more reckless after breaking the taboo.
His dizzy mind has long been dizzy and do not know why.
At this time, he even forgot his name and surname. He just knelt down on the ground and let the monks manipulate him. He even catered to and encouraged him to let him occupy and violate himself more deeply, violently, and domineeringly!
"Haha, ha, so deep, so big, so deep, ooh, ah..."
All the shame was thrown away, Shen Du bit his fingers, and was almost fucked by the monk until his mouth was closed, and there was a slippery liquid dripping from the upper and lower mouths.
The small Wupeng boat swayed in the uninhabited reeds by the river, and Shen Du also swayed with the monk's violent movements, as if he was the boat.
Sweat soaked his body.
His whole body was the same as when he was fished out of the water. His legs were trembling when he was kneeling apart, and he was almost unable to kneel anymore, but every time he slipped down, he would be pushed up by the monks and thrown into the clouds.
Zenzai couldn't see his movements clearly, but he could hear his voice. The harder he fucked, the less taboo he had in his mouth. "So big," "so deep," "great," and "don't" all came from that trembling. It came out from his lips, not to mention the unprincipled movement of pushing his waist towards his crotch, accompanied by the screeching sound of his mouth, which made the fierce thing in his crotch go up and hard. .
No one could hold back after seeing Shen Du like this.
Even if he has practiced for decades, he is completely planted on him.
Zenya's thrusting movements became faster, more violent, and more intense.
He pushed it all the way to the deepest point, as if his stomach was about to be pierced, with a kind of ferocity that made people's souls go soft.
Shen Du then also shouted, and the hoarse voice finally added a bit of crying. The strong stimulation made him have an unprecedented fear, so he frantically tried to escape, but the sweaty waist was caught by the monk again. Grip tightly, and press towards the murder weapon.
"Ha, no, no! Please..."
He had the illusion that he was about to be stabbed through, so he begged for mercy loudly, and at the same time, he also subconsciously brought his legs together.
But this action undoubtedly clamped the monk tighter, and the shrinking acupoints and inner walls indicated that he was about to be unable to resist.
So the monk ignored his plea for mercy.
The last few movements were enough to keep him from screaming, and he came out in the most violently twitching stimulation of his bowels.
One after another, the white turbidity poured into the deepest part of his body, causing Shen Du's scalp to go numb for a while, and he lost his defense.
The whole person went limp.
His legs that were so soft and muddy could no longer kneel firmly, and he fell and slipped down. A stream came out, flowed down the hole that was so hard to close, and slid into the slit of the thigh, and the rest of the monk's murderous part was leaked on his red buttocks that were hit and beaten. The mess in the white room, from lewdness to lewdness.
Shen Du no longer knew what happiness was, and he was still immersed in the pleasure of the climax just now, but he had not yet pulled out. The monk between his legs.
Then he raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes.
Just smile: "Senzai, I really like you..."
The monk stared at him for a long while, looking at his palm that had been bitten by himself and left several teeth marks, and at the corners of his eyes that were covered by the back of his hand, and the water droplets that suddenly slipped.
A heart was completely melted for him.
He leaned over and gently but firmly removed the palm of his hand that was blocking his eyes, so he could clearly see the tears in his eyes, as well as the candid love and affection that was too late to hide.
Shen Du cried.
He buried his head and leaned over to ask him, kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Don't cry..."
"That's cool, Laozi." Shen Du's mouth was stubborn, and his mouth was cheap, "Besides, I don't want to cry and fuck you..."
Shanzai didn't pay any attention, let alone angry. He only held Shen Du's lips and licked the red and swollen tooth marks left on his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. He smiled slowly and said, "The way you cry makes people want you more..."
Until you can't cry.
The clearly peaceful and soothing voice fell in Shen Du's ear, but it brought a fiery temperature, which made him tremble at the meaning of the words.
It was only when he was about to escape that he found his hands and feet were weak.
Under Zenzai's hands, he is the fish on the chopping board, so how could he escape
The only difference is that before being fucked, I was lying on the bottom, and now I was being fucked and held in my arms. His movements were gentle and firm, like the kisses he landed on him. Before the stickiness in the back hole could be cleaned up, it was inserted by the monk's hot and hard penis. In addition to the clear sound of hitting and beating, there was a little more blushing sound.
Juicy flowed like a broken orange flesh.
At first, Shen Du still had some strength to resist, but when he got to the back, he let him do what he did, and he was sent to the cloud one by one, causing his pupils to lose focus and his eyes to lose focus.
By the end, even the voice of crying and begging for mercy became hoarse...
Shen Du suspected that he had been tossed and turned a few times, until the back hole was thoroughly cooked and filled with things, and he couldn't even close it, so he could only let them fall between his legs, which became a proof of his madness and intoxication. .
He thought that he would not dare to mention the word "fuck" again in the future.
In the confusion of consciousness, something warm rubbed against his earlobe all the way from his neck, and then pressed against the red auricle, emitting a low and determined voice: "I like you very much too..."