Feng Hao adjusted the angle of the camera so that the lens could be aimed at Ling Lang's face more accurately. Ling Lang was lying on the ground in a dog-like posture, his hands and knees were on the ground, his head was raised high, the silver collar around his neck was plated with a layer of brass with warm light, and the bells on it trembled and reflected light.
Feng Hao flicked the bell and made a clear and pleasant sound, "Do you know what this is for?"
Ling Lang didn't know.
"You'll know later," he sold out and walked behind Ling Lang again.
"You have a good grasp of this posture," Feng Hao circled Ling Lang's firm buttocks with his palms, "but there is nothing to be proud of, because dogs are born in this posture."
He raised his hand without warning and slapped it down with a slap. Ling Lang was not prepared, his gluteal muscles contracted violently due to the sudden pain, leaving a faint red mark on his buttocks.
"Lying is also one of the preparatory positions, but I don't want to adopt this position today."
He gave another order, "V."
Unconvinced, Ling Lang bent his elbows and put his head on the ground, like a seesaw, his buttocks were inevitably raised, fully showing his back acupoints.
"Not bad," Feng Hao praised, "Do you feel like your hands are redundant now?"
When he said this, Ling Lang suddenly didn't know where to put his hands, neither did he stretch it, nor did he Qu.
Feng Hao solved this problem for him thoughtfully. He twisted Ling Lang's hands behind his back and handcuffed them with leather handcuffs the width of a palm. Ling Lang's freedom was restricted, and he had to turn his head over and share his body with his neck. part of the weight.
Feng Hao tilted the camera down at a 60-degree angle and explained carefully, "This angle is like standing in front of you and looking down from the top, which can arouse the audience's sense of substitution."
The height of Ling Lang's line of sight was limited, and in front of him was only Feng Hao's black and shiny leather shoes. The lines of the leather shoes were as sharp as knives, combining nobility and arrogance, exuding a cold beauty.
"Upside-down shots will make the characters look tall and sacred, while upside-down shots will make them look humble and small," Feng Hao smiled. "These are all taught in the school's professional courses. I think the seniors must know more than I do."
The leather shoes left Ling Lang's field of vision.
"If it's shot from this angle, the actor's expression can't be intoxicated, senior, do you think so?"
"Well-"
As soon as the last "yes" word fell, Feng Hao ruthlessly penetrated Ling Lang's body, Ling Lang's brows knitted together, and he groaned, his face showing a painful look.
"That's it," Feng Hao praised him again, "at this time, the more struggling and painful the actor's facial expressions, the more tyrannical psychology in the hearts of the audience can be aroused. Everyone has a beast in his heart, and a good one The actor is the key to open the cage of imprisoning beasts, I wonder how many cages can be opened by the senior's performance today?"
Feng Hao was completely different from Fang Cai. This time, the speed and strength of his attack was like a hurricane. He attacked Ling Lang's secret cave mercilessly. the beast.
Under his strong impact, Ling Lang's body was forced to sway with his frequency, his face and knees rubbed against the carpet, his voice was replaced by the next voice before he could rush out of his throat. It was transformed into a rapid groan that symbolized patience.
These muffled hums are connected into a string, gradually forming a rhythmic bass part, together with the midrange of the two's body slamming, and the high-pitched sound of the bell shaking on the collar, they play this lewd and extravagant sound together.
"It seems that the senior can not only challenge the best actor award, but also challenge the best soundtrack award by the way," Feng Hao teased him, "I just don't know what the senior is going to wear to walk the red carpet."
"Why don't you just..." He pondered for a while, but the movement of his crotch didn't stop because of this. "White shirt, black bow tie, tuxedo... As for the lower body, white socks and black leather shoes are enough, what do you think?"
When Feng Hao was describing, all three colors were swaying in front of Ling Lang's eyes. The bright red carpet, the snow-white shirt, and the black dress were filled with media. Watching the live broadcast on TV, everyone's eyes were focused on his naked lower body. Their eyes were hidden in the shadows, the corners of their mouths were wickedly raised, and he walked from one end of the red carpet to the other, and completed an erection in full view.
"Did you see that picture?" Feng Hao's voice seemed to float down from the clouds, "You can't take it anymore, go, reach out and touch it, give it a little caress."
Ling Lang's hand was tied behind him, but the one he imagined seemed to be bewitched, and his hand moved little by little to where it shouldn't go. The moment he touched it, his lust burst out uncontrollably, Ling Lang felt his stomach wet, and he once again reached a climax under the double stimulation of Feng Hao's words and rhythm.
After the climax of Ling Lang, the corridor tightened and tightened like a life, tightly locking Feng Hao's organs, and the temperature in his body was so high that it almost melted him.
Feng Hao sighed sincerely, "It's not that I don't know that your body is very sensitive, but your sensitivity is beyond my imagination."
He pushed it hard twice and then stopped, Ling Lang exclaimed unbearably, "Although every man has a prostate, some people will never have a prostate orgasm in their entire life, and even if they do, just relying on the back will be enough. It's hard to do."
His fingers went all the way along the dent in Ling Lang's back, "But you, you can do it twice in a row in such a short period of time, you really have an extremely lewd body."
Ling Lang felt ashamed when he heard him commenting on him like this.
Feng Hao once again withdrew from his body, "I can't think of any adjectives that are more suitable for this movie than climax. Especially, the promotion of this climax is not determined by the script, but by the performance of the actors. Senior, you really don't deserve the title of your best actor."
"But then, if I can't create more dramatic conflict, I'll be completely disqualified as a director."
Feng Hao smiled lowly, "Senior, you gave me a big problem."
He walked to the wall and turned the axle on the wall at a constant speed. A rope tied with a hook slowly descended from the ceiling. Ling Lang could only hear the sound of the bearing turning, but he could not see what was happening. His heart was full of unknown fear. .
Feng Hao lowered the hook to a suitable height and went back to Ling Lang's side, "In this case, we can only hang Weiya. I don't know if the senior can handle it with his current physical strength."
Ling Lang's hands were untied, but it only took a while, and within a moment, his hands were raised above his head again, and they were firmly tied to the iron hooks with ropes.
"Actually, I prefer gentler behavior," Feng Hao's mouth said completely inconsistent with what he did, "you forced me to do this, we all know that the film can only be more intense, otherwise the audience will be It's going to go away."
A rope went around Ling Lang's right leg, tied a knot at the knee, and hung it high again. He only had one leg left to bear the weight of the body, but Feng Hao still refused to grant his wish, and increased the distance between the hook and the ground. Ling Lang was forced to tap on the ground with his toes, and his wrist was sorely pulled.
"Men are rarely hanged in this pose," Feng Hao went around Ling Lang and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "I'll make you a bitch tonight."
This insulting word ignited Ling Lang's body that had just cooled down. Feng Hao forced his face to be turned, and his tongue stuck into his mouth without refusing to refuse. .
His hands wandered restlessly in front of Ling Lang's chest, rubbing and pinching at the blush at the two spots on his chest, evenly smearing the remaining liquid on his lower abdomen, and finally playing with the fact that he had already ejaculated twice, obviously he became incompetent. So spiritual avatar.
"Is it hard enough here?" Feng Hao took the initiative to end the kiss and teased him.
Ling Lang still had slender silk threads hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his breathing was still not steady due to the intense kiss just now.
"I almost forgot, you still have a gadget that you don't need."
Feng Hao let go of him and brought the last prop.
"You didn't choose it, probably because you didn't know its purpose, I can only congratulate you, you hit it right."
It was a round cylinder with a narrow entrance at the top that looked like some sort of intimate organ. Feng Hao awakened Ling Lang's little brother again and inserted it against the entrance.
Ling Lang sucked in a breath of cold air, he seemed to have entered a narrow corridor, the corridor was covered with fine fluff, Feng Hao pinched the air pump connected to the cylinder, Ling Lang only felt that the corridor was getting narrower and narrower, until it was completely bite his lower body.
"Are you comfortable?" Feng Hao asked.
Ling Lang hesitated and nodded.
"The more comfortable ones are still to come," Feng Hao turned the remote control in his hand, and the rows of small balls in the column began to rotate and move regularly, massaging Ling Lang's genitals from all angles, which made him feel comfortable for a while. pole.
"Are you glad it stayed?" Feng Hao was very satisfied to see Ling Lang's reaction. He fastened the remote control to Ling Lang's waist with a belt, supported his crotch, and entered him from behind. in the body.
This time, he did not enter the state for the first time, but first slowly pushed and inserted a few times, stopped, stood still for a few seconds, and then slowly pushed and inserted a few times, just like the film deliberately created a silent scene in order to set off the upcoming climax. foreplay.
"It's time for the movie to come to an end," the smile on his face disappeared little by little. Such Feng Hao Linglang is no stranger. It was the first time he confronted him in a play, and he had such a temperament. When Ci Linglang knelt on his crotch to serve him, he did the same.
The gentle Feng Hao made Ling Lang fall, and the cold Feng Hao fascinated Ling Lang. He couldn't tell which one was real and which one was illusory, one was a lover, and the other was the master. In the end it came together flawlessly.
Under the close attack of the front and back, together with Feng Hao's final sprint, Ling Lang ushered in the most intense ejaculation he felt tonight. The crisp ringtone continued in his ears, extending the fading of this sex sonata. 's tail.
The ropes on his wrists and knees were untied, and Ling Lang fell to the ground weakly, his legs were too weak to stand up.
After a long time, he raised his head and saw Feng Hao's chin through the fog in his eyes.
He stood up straight like that, neatly dressed, his shirt buttoned to the top button, and a bow tie around his neck, so he couldn't see what he looked like after sex.
He didn't even lower his head, he looked down at Ling Lang on the ground majestically from the bottom of his eyes, his expression was cold.
Ling Lang was in a trance, and unknowingly asked, "The current you or the usual you, which one is the real one?"
There was a faint smile on Feng Hao's mouth. He didn't answer and asked, "The current you or the peacetime you, which one is true?"