When the ink burned up again, the sky was bright and the sun was very high.
The ink burned and turned over, blinked, and saw that Chu nightning was still sleeping.
Maybe it's because of drinking tapir dew, or maybe he's not feeling well recently, he's always dreaming and restless, it's already this hour, and he's still dreaming deeply, his back is to him, his long black hair is scattered and flowing. Between the pillows and seats, it is the color of a night.
Ink burning: "..."
Since the master doesn't get up, there is no need for apprentices to work hard. The bed is very comfortable, it is better to lie on high.
But lying down and boring, the ink burned and played with Chu nightning's hair.
There is always a faint floral fragrance in the hair of the master, which is soft as smoke and dense as fog. It is one of the things that Mo Ran likes to touch the most.
The fingers passed through the thin mist, and the delicate touch of silk and satin caused a ticklish itch between the fingers.
The ink-colored patterned bed curtain swayed slightly with the wind leaking from the window.
Squinting my eyes, my energy is always strong when I wake up in the morning, not to mention the taste of the fingertips is so good, so familiar, so...
He swept up a strand of Chu Wanning's long hair and sniffed carefully.
This soft long hair slowly brought the past time from the past life.
Although after the rebirth, he tried as little as possible to recall the too fragrant romantic affairs with Chu Wanning in the past, but for some reason, he just thought about it this morning.
In his throat, he also seemed a little thirsty.
He didn't want to touch the body of the person in front of him again, but his hair was always fine. He closed his eyes and kissed the ink between his fingers lightly.
This inky...
The Wushan Temple on the top of the dead is also the same ink color, hanging down in countless threads, burning the ink in it. He held the man's thin waist, and there was a thin layer of muscle under his fingertips, which felt completely different from a woman's.
Chu nightning is sitting between his waist and crotch, he must be very painful, he has been frowning his sharp eyebrows, the phoenix eyes are a little bit broken, and in despair, but also dyed with a touch of bright pink, he So hateful, so unwilling, but so helpless and pitiful.
The ink burned with the status of the winner, so he was able to take care of himself, and ordered him maliciously.
"Move faster."
"… "
"It's so slow, are you out of strength?"
Even so, Chu nightning is still unyielding. He breathed a little, his eyes with hatred, moist and thin red, and then bit his lips, almost violently acting like self-mutilation.
It was so painful.
He repeated, the arched back gradually spasmed, and his body was soaked with cold sweat, he did not beg for mercy, and did not say a word.
In front of him is the long black hair hanging down, and the burning eyes appear bright in the night, animal desire, madness, joy, and comfort are intertwined in the eyes.
"… Well!"
Suddenly a groan, the man on the body seemed to finally be unable to support the pain, the ink burning eyes sank, he sat up suddenly, hugged the sweaty body, the man was shaking slightly, endured so hard, or endured Can't stop shaking... But after the ink burned up, it only entered deeper, and the dirty abdomen seemed to be pierced.
The man who committed violence and violence all touched him tenderly, but he was extremely vicious.
"Chu nightning, have you ever thought that one day you will be done by me like this?" He locked the person in his arms, slowly shoved, and rubbed his ears and temples, extremely intimate, and shuddered.
"Night Yuheng, Big Dipper Immortal Venerable... Oh, not yet. If you want to take the initiative to spread your legs like this, you want me to fuck you."
The hand was cruising on the other side's waist, and he pushed him upwards, feeling that Chu nightning was so tight that he was so excited that sparks splashed in his chest, but he still pretended to be calm and humiliated in every possible way.
"Don't you say I'm despicable, don't you look down on me? But Chu nightning, now you are trying to please me." He bit the other's chin maliciously, "You bow your head, look at how you suck me Yes, huh? We two, who is more sleazy, my good master?"
"..." Chu nightning trembled, closed his eyes, and did not want to listen to such foul language again.
This... is his first...
It is with the person I once liked, but it is like torture. Life is better than death.
"Open your eyes."
He heard cold orders.
"You have to close again, Xue Meng is still in my hands, you know what I will do."
Unable to do anything, he finally slowly opened his watery eyes.
Being pinched by him, he forced his head to look down at his apprentice's genitals. The flesh collided with each other, bringing out sticky blood and thick fluid, which was extremely lewd.
"Get up."
He softened his legs and feet, and the last bit of dignity made him unwilling to get up slowly with the help of the burning ink. Most of the genitals in the body were drawn out, and there was still a little bit of anger left on the acupoint.
The ink burned and held the genitals, and stabbed it a few times, not deep, only let Chu nightning watch himself get caught, Chu nightning's eyelashes have been trembling, I don't know if it is pain, humiliation, or stimulation.
"You are really lewd." Mo Ran said softly, "I knew this, when you were an apprentice, it was time to fuck you."
He is a ruffian in the end, he doesn't know elegance, and he is not always in the stream.
Such a vulgar sentence is like a blade, piercing the heart of Chu nightning.
He suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes, and his hoarse voice sounded for the first time.
He says:
"Ink burning, you kill me."
The hand that the man held on his waist trembled imperceptibly.
Then the ink burned and smiled, the smile was still sweet and lovely, and the pear nest was deep.
"OK."
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes.
The ink burned in the pair of wet eyes that made him lustful, and saw his distorted smile.
"You ask to die, I won't stop it. It's just that you can't choose the method of death. I want you to be ridden by thousands of people in front of your good disciple Xue Meng, oh, it's better to let Xue Meng participate. Are you saying it's good enough?"
"you!"
Ruthless words are like poisonous scorpions stabbing the soft underbelly of a man. This scorpion called the burning scorpion opens its teeth and dances its claws, admiring its own achievements, and seeing Chu Wanning's face instantly pale, although he is extremely patient, his slightly opened lips still tremble unconsciously. With that, Mo Ran suddenly felt that it was contentment, pity, pleasure, and stimulation. He took Chu Wanning again, buried him deeply in his body, and began to shove in a hurry and a secret room, almost like a madman Land: "Oh, why are you so stupid, take it seriously?" He smiled lowly, then kissed him forcefully, rubbed him, and panted, "Don't think about it, I lied to you."
Chu nightning was almost shattered in his arms, but the soul is more like a powder.
"I lied to you." Mo Ran gasped heavily, feeling that it was not enough, and pushed him to the ground, pressing him on top of him, raising his legs to invade him, his buttocks twitching quickly and forcefully.
"How can I give up on you... You can only be mine... You can only be wanted by me... "
The slender, cold-white fingers grabbed the ground, but couldn't grasp anything.
Chu nightning was helpless in the end, and he could only let him be at the mercy of him, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered his eyes.
Chu nightning gently said: "Ink burning..."
"The ink burns, if you still have a little affection... and a little conscience..."
His eyelashes trembled slightly under the back of his hand.
"Just please... don't do this again..."
"Ink burns..."
The voice suddenly choked.
It was ink burning. In the past life, it was the first time I heard him cry.
"Ink burning, I can't stand it..."
"It hurts..."
Suddenly, Chu nightning turned over and woke up the ink from the sweet memories. The past was scattered, leaving only the heart pounding.
The long hair between the fingers has slipped away, but the man fell asleep sideways, a face close at hand, and the ink burned and even the long eyelashes could be clearly seen.
So lovely. he thinks.
In all fairness, Chu nightning is not that kind of feminine appearance. His facial features are handsome and strong, and he is actually more masculine than ordinary people.
But the more this is the case, the more annoying it is.
The ink burns so much that I want to see this iron-boned, invincible man crouching under him, ecstasy and bones.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
He stared at the face of Chu nightning, his eyes moved inch by inch, and fell on the lips that were light in color and slightly opened because of deep sleep.
approached involuntarily.
As long as you get closer, you can get close.
Nectar-like taste.
The ink burned the throat and felt endless thirst. A little closer, a little closer... We're about to meet.
Suddenly, a trace of clarity flashed in his burning mind, and he froze suddenly, his face pale.
What is he doing! !
Sitting up suddenly, the ink burned and stared at the man on the bed - Chu nightning, Chu nightning, and then getting used to lingering with him, it is a thing of the past! What are you doing? crazy
Do you really like him
Suddenly horrified by this thought, the ink burned and the complexion was blue and white, and the mind did not belong.
Finally, he took a deep breath, buried his face in his palm and rubbed it hard, cursed inwardly, and walked away as if he were fleeing.
The author has something to say:
boss: I took a lot of time to open my mind to you, but you didn't think of the teacher at all, and your mind is still full of you and your master's small theater? I think I'm a Santa Claus, here to deliver the car keys to you idiot! Furious!
A car in a previous life must also be accompanied by glass slag. I will not warn you about the knife in the previous life. I said that it was all turning tools, turning tools, turning tools, and turning tools. Haha, are you scared when you see the number of words? 23333