Ling Lang held onto the back of the sofa with both hands. Because of the lack of straps, the dragon robe was loosely draped over his body, most of his chest was exposed, and the hem of the dragon robe was pushed up to his waist, revealing graceful hips and thighs. In between, there were male organs constantly moving in and out, swaying Ling Lang's body.
The expression of his raised head was tangled, the joy from the backyard was intertwined with the sadness of being bound by desire, making him unable to distinguish whether it was more pleasure or more pain. Over time, the lines between the two senses became blurred, until the brain, too, was blinded by this perversion of the senses, and secreted polyphenols with effects comparable to high-purity heroin, which made him addicted, fascinated, and unknowingly. I feel addicted to it, unable to extricate myself.
He even began to expect Feng Hao's actions to be more rude. He hoped that the slender and manipulative hands would no longer stay inactive between the crotch, but hit him hard, causing the body to spread from the body to the The trembling in his heart made him tremble with excitement just by imagining it.
His buttocks swayed slightly, his gluteal muscles contracted rhythmically, implying Feng Hao's desire at the moment. Seemingly sensing his invitation, Feng Hao's palm slipped from his waist to his firm buttocks, where he slowly circled. Just such a tiny prelude made Ling Lang's breathing become rapid, and his fingers grabbed the sofa desperately. Tightening, his knuckles pale from exertion, it's hard to tell if he's reacting at the moment with longing or fear, or a combination of both.
Feng Hao's hand turned around at the target for a long time, and then raised it suddenly, Ling Lang's muscles tightened, and the body's defense system automatically activated, ready to meet the next heavy blow.
However, to his surprise, the pain he imagined didn't come as expected, Feng Hao's palm didn't capture, but gently covered his buttocks.
Ling Lang's body gradually relaxed under the touch, as if he had forgotten how he was supposed to be treated, so that after Feng Hao raised his hand again, his reaction was half a beat slower than last time.
This time Feng Hao still didn't start, Ling Lang was a little disappointed, and the emotions that were provoked gradually calmed down in the next caress.
Feng Hao's slap officially fell much faster than Ling Lang imagined, and even before his slightly sluggish body could react due to being touched twice, the pain spread through the contact points. to the whole body.
The sudden pain caused Ling Lang to exclaim in exclamation. Before the exclamation was completely over, the final sound turned into a moan of ecstasy. The two completely different audio frequencies before and after were seamlessly connected, but created a strange harmony.
When I received this slap without any preparation, the pain was going to be even stronger, accompanied by an unbelievable numbness and an indescribable sense of humiliation. The three feelings multiplied and multiplied each other, making the body quickly fall in love with it. For this kind of experience, this time Ling Lang shamelessly increased the range of his hip twist, and couldn't wait to ask for more.
Feng Hao did the same on the other side, sometimes fast, sometimes slowing down, sometimes rising but not falling, sometimes rising and falling quickly, completely incomprehensible movements playing with Ling Lang's body and mind, the sound of beating and screaming like shadows. The sound of unbridled bed calls also provokes reverie.
After the warm-up of the foreplay, Feng Hao's slaps fell like dense raindrops, hardly leaving him any breathing time. The feeling of weakness and pain prolongs this feeling indefinitely. Ling Lang's initial exclamation gradually turned into a groan. He no longer clasped the sofa with both hands, but slumped weakly together with his head, but his buttocks were lifted higher because of this. .
When Feng Hao finally stopped, Ling Lang's fair buttocks had already been dyed a layer of pink, which became more and more coquettish against the background of the golden dragon robe, Feng Hao's fingertips provocatively circled in the pink area Ringing, Ling Lang sucked in a breath of cold air, and another shallow itch welled up in his heart under the intertwined senses of pain and numbness.
He only felt that the back hole was empty. It turned out that Feng Hao had left his body, and then the whole person was forcibly turned upside down. He had never put on such a humiliating posture before, blood swooped to his brain in an instant, and his waist was almost broken.
Feng Hao reinserted Yu Shi into his secret place, and then showed a tendency to leave. Ling Lang called out nervously, but was stopped by Feng Hao.
"The emperor doesn't have to worry, the ministers will come when they go."
"Do not… "
"Your Majesty dares to say no more words, I don't mind changing the jade power to candles."
After he finished speaking, he left, leaving Ling Lang to be forced to maintain that embarrassing posture, repeating it ten thousand times in his heart.
Minutes and seconds passed, Feng Hao only inserted the jade into half before he left. Ling Lang thought he was being considerate at first, but now he knew that he was doing it on purpose. The moist intestinal juice and the smooth jade potential are slowly falling a little bit under the action of gravity.
The feeling was very subtle, but it was impossible to ignore. Ling Lang tried his best to tighten his gluteal muscles, but he still couldn't stop its downward trend. Instead, it made it a little deeper because of the contraction force.
Ling Lang wanted to stretch out his hand to pull out some of the things in his body, but found that he couldn't do it with his current posture. He could only keep still as he was, for fear that Feng Hao, who had to do what he said, would really make him a human candlestick.
Feng Hao finally turned back, he seemed to have something in his hand, and Ling Lang, who was punching with blood, couldn't see it very clearly.
But he soon learned that he felt a coolness from his buttocks, and guessed from the shape of the contact that Feng Hao probably brought something like an ointment.
The medicine bottle in Feng Hao's hand was very small, with a semi-circular sphere at the top. He carefully applied the cool ointment to every inch of the blushing area. Under his manipulation, Ling Lang's groan of pain gradually transformed into A comfortable moan, the moan overflowed from the slightly parted lips and teeth, it sounded like a kitten meowing.
Ling Lang felt the sofa sink, but Feng Hao stepped on it, Yu Shi was thrown aside again, and Feng Hao inserted Ling Lang's posture from above.
Ling Lang was going crazy, his neck and waist were about to break, but he couldn't resist the mental pleasure brought by this deformed sex position. His bloodshot brain made him unable to think normally, and his lower body became more and more swollen. , but he could not be relieved for a long time, and he had to beg Feng Hao to allow him to be released.
"Aiqing, untie it for me."
Feng Hao ignored him.
"I order you to untie it for me."
Feng Hao's attack became stronger, slamming into his private parts one after another.
Ling Lang let out a soft sigh, "Qing Aiqing untie it for me."
Feng Hao then gave a little reaction, "What's the benefit of that minister?"
Ling Lang was not sober anymore, so he replied indiscriminately with the lines in the script, "I promoted Aiqing to rank, awarded land as a king, and rewarded 10,000 taels of gold..."
Feng Hao raised the corners of his lips, "The emperor gave all this country to his ministers, and it is not uncommon to be a minister."
Ling Lang gritted his teeth, "I would like to serve the general every night."
Feng Hao, who had been transferred from prime minister to general, twitched his fingers gracefully, and the golden girdle fell to the ground. The long-deposited desire finally found a breakthrough, and couldn't wait to burst out, milky white liquid sprayed on his face.
Feng Hao didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, he pulled him up, picked up the belt and tied his hands again, pushed him down on the sofa, lifted his left leg and put it on his shoulder, without saying a word. Hold the gun straight in.
The afterglow of Ling Lang's climax has not yet passed. His sensitive body made him unable to withstand this powerful attack. He twisted and struggled, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, and his voice begging for no more was mixed with crying.
Feng Hao didn't pay any attention to it at all. He pushed in and out with his crotch, hitting the bull's-eye every time. Ling Lang seemed to be bumping on a carriage. He didn't have an inch of muscle at his disposal, and all the bones in his body fell apart.
His spirit fell into another world, without light, without oxygen, his facial features disappeared one by one, and only the sense of touch expanded to every cell. He could even see his meridians glowing like thin lines in the boundless darkness, and his acupuncture points were like dots, which were being lit up one by one from the perineum by Feng Hao.
When the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were completely opened, countless dazzling rays of light were suddenly emitted from within the body, illuminating the entire other world like daylight. Ling Lang opened his eyes suddenly, the sharply shrunk pupils completely lost their focus, and a stream of heat followed The long and narrow passage spewed out, and he was forced to climax by Feng Hao.
Feng Hao also accelerated the pumping speed during this intense convulsion. Ling Lang, who had experienced two orgasms in a short period of time, was knocked unconscious by the huge impact, and his sanity had already flown beyond the clouds.
There was only one scene left in his mind, which was constantly ups and downs, ups and downs, and ups and downs, and this regular movement seemed to last forever.
Feng Hao's final sprint was like a hurricane, "Your Majesty, all the loyalties of the minister are here, and the Emperor must take care of it."
After all, his sword was unsheathed, and the sword's edge pointed directly at the emperor's dragon face. Ling Lang subconsciously closed his eyes, only to feel a few sword qi blowing towards his face, followed by a viscous liquid flowing down his face.
Feng Hao closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, then slowly opened his eyes, grabbed the corner of the dragon robe rudely, wiped the remaining turbidity on the penis, and threw it aside.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to a handsome gentleman, in stark contrast to Ling Lang, who couldn't close his thighs on the sofa, his robes were messy, and his body was white.
Feng Hao's voice sounded from a height, "Your Majesty, which of the closing lines are you going to say?"
Ling Lang was half-dead and collapsed, and it took a long time for him to give up his will.
"Drag out and chop."