Chasing Tides

It wasn't long after Sui Yang struggled to strip his mind from the darkness, and then he fell into another strange fantasy.

Ning Lan finally broke free from his shackles, then changed his direction and sat across his still tight thigh, hanging one hand on his shoulder and the other hand touching down, accurately. Grab that hard, long-lasting thing.

Sui Yun's mind still exists, he pushed the person on his body: "What are you doing?"

Ning Lan smiled again, and his slender fingers rubbed around the hot, hard object across the cloth: "Then I should ask you, Captain, what are you hard?"

The heat and the smell of wine drifted in the surrounding air, and the sensitivity to sound and odor was infinitely amplified in the dark. Sui Yue could even hear his voice briskly raised at the end of his sentence, and his heartbeat was as rapid and violent as himself.

He comforted himself, it must be the psychedelic effect of alcohol.

But he couldn't remain indifferent to Ning Lan's teasing. He put his hand on the thin and soft waist, neither pulled nor pushed.

Ning Lan held his hand tightly and moved faster and faster. Sui Yang resisted the voice from overflowing his throat, but Ning Lan was breathing heavily. With the movement of his body, he twisted his body, and the tail sound was light and long.

Sui Yun thought, he must be used to doing this kind of thing, otherwise how could he be so **** / slutty.

Feeling that the mass of things swelled a bit under his rubbing, Ning Lan narrowed his eyes with a sense of accomplishment, scratched his fingers to touch the zipper of his pants, freeed one arm, and pulled Sui Yan's hand to Breathing on her hips, she half-coquettishly and half-commanded, "Help me ... I can't sit still."

Looking at those beautiful water-filled eyes with a lustful demon, with a buzz in Sui Yun's head, the last line of reason was instantly interrupted. He exerted force on the palm of his hand, dragged his round butt, and sank his fingers deep into the meat across the fabric.

Ning Lan just opened the zipper, and was messed up by his slightly rough movements. His cool fingers penetrated into the edge of the panties, and he grabbed the surprisingly hot object without buffer.

"So big ..." Ning Lan licked his lips and sighed.

This confused and longing expression made Sui Yan think he was someone else.

It's like looking through him at someone he can't touch or touch.

The two of them were surrounded by quiet darkness, and they couldn't see each other clearly. Even if they were really crazy and capricious, no one would know.

Ning Lan's body was cold, and Sui's fiery body made him feel secure. The temperature spread from the palm of his hand to the limbs. He couldn't help but sighed like a cat, leaning on Sui Yang's shoulder and whispering, "Are you comfortable?"

Sui Yan squeezed her lips tightly, but the rapid breathing between her nose and the irresistible stuffiness in her throat had betrayed him completely.

I didn't hear the answer. Ning Lan didn't seem very happy. She stopped the tricks in her hands and stood up holding Sui Yue's shoulders. Her legs were soft and she almost fell back again. Sui Yang has long been accustomed to the instability of his feet, and stretched his hands to support his waist.

Ning Lan was softened into a pool of water by him. Today, all day, he was stunned by Sui Yun's hands. Now he can't see his expression clearly, it seems to give him a natural excuse to let him do whatever he wants.

He slowly crouched down, and opened his Sui Yang's loose shirt with his dexterous fingers, patrolling back and forth on the abdomen muscles that he was tight because he was nervous or thirsty, and then tapped lightly with his fingertips and rubbed his palms for a while.

Ning Lan's fingers are not as white and smooth as his face, but it is because of the fine lines and thin cocoons that every inch of skin passing by feels like itching to burn.

"So you like to be touched here."

This posture made Sui Yan completely invisible to Ning Lan's expression, but he was certain that Ning Lan was smiling when he spoke.

Ning Lan's hand continued to move upwards. After touching his long-salted breast muscles and touching enough books, his fingers gently hooked on the raised edge in a nostalgic manner. When he was about to retract, he was suddenly caught by Sui.懿 Grasp your wrist.

He just held on, not moving or talking, his chest undulating violently, like a beast desperately preying in the dark.

Ning Lan knew he didn't have enough, and couldn't help but laugh again: "Okay, okay, let go first, I will make you comfortable."

Sui Yan let go of his hand under the irresistible temptation.

Ning Lan held his still upright **** device with both hands and bowed his head.

Sui Yue only felt that the unheard thing was incorporated into a soft and moist place, first at the top, and then the pillar was slowly accommodated in. There was a flexible snake moving up and down against the flesh.

This is the first time Ning Lan has done this kind of thing. He guessed and tried hard to handle the behemoth of Sui's Majesty, thinking that he still thought of this task too simple. He has a small mouth, and it has been very difficult to swallow such a cut. It is also a laborious and unpleasant technical task to keep his teeth from touching it.

And he didn't know how comfortable the flatterer was now.

Sui Yun's body developed early. Because of her indifferent nature, the number of pistol shots was countless, so she never knew it would be so comfortable to do such a thing.

So comfortable that he just wanted to send everything in.

Everything is out of control tonight, nothing too much.

It has become this anyway.

Ning Lan was holding the thick and hard head and working hard, sucking and licking everything, tired, his cheeks were numb, this thing only care about swelling, there is no meaning to come out.

He licked his tongue along the pillar from top to bottom, before muttering the thing into the mouth, he muttered, "So tired, why don't you shoot?"

Before the words fell, he heard the gasping sound above his head suddenly thick.

Sui Su suddenly held his back with his right hand, and drove the swollen thing to the wet little mouth.

"Well ..." Ning Lan had only a sigh of hum, and was quickly swallowed by the tortured hard object by Sui Yang's action. Although he couldn't fully eat it, he was obviously deeper than he was just by impulse.

Ning Lan is extremely contradictory. He feels both uncomfortable and happy, and actively speeds up the frequency. From the perspective of Sui Yue, I can only see that Ning Lan's hair rises and falls continuously with his own breathing.

The last moan of depression was almost roared, and the relief released released him dizzy.

Ning Lan escaped, letting a thick liquid with temperature spray on his face. He sat backwards, freely, leaning his arms on the carpet.

The cluster of light in the door slit shined again, and Sui Yang clearly saw the liquid coming out of his body slowly flowing from Ning Lan's cheek to the corner of his mouth.

Ning Lan put out her tongue and rolled it in, then smiled, and the wet corner of the eye flickered slightly against the light.

"Are you comfortable now?"

The lively celebration party didn't end until the early morning.

The drunken people were carried into the car and left by the people who did not drink. The AOW army was annihilated. Fortunately, the driver who drove the nanny did not drink, and dutifully carried the teenagers back to the dormitory.

Sui Yue and Ning Lan became the only sober ones.

The two teamed up to carry four unconscious teammates into the house. Sui Yun settled Gu Yankai and looked up. He saw that Ning Lan yawned tiredly, and looked like he could sleep at any time. He didn't plan to stay in this room, he cried "Good night" and went out lazily.

The next morning, the two sober drinkers met each other in the bathroom. Ning Lan was brushing her teeth, looking at Sui Yun from the mirror, looking away in less than half a second, holding her toothbrush and saying "early" vaguely.

Sui Yan returned from running, sweating all over her face, and opened the faucet to soak a towel. Ning Lan also washed his face and pounced on the face while holding the water. At this time, there was almost no redness on his cheeks, and the color of the corners of his eyes was also pale, which was very different from yesterday's hook.

No one mentioned it afterwards.

Sometimes Sui Yun even wondered if he had a bizarre spring dream.

The clear voice was still in my ear, and the soft touch seemed to be still at my fingertips. Why was the other party so restless, as if nothing had happened?

Ning Lan replaced Fang Yu and Sui Yan to perform the dance of the duo. In the evening of ShowCase, he exploded the pot in Chaohua, and the fermentation did not stop for several days. The name Ning Lan appeared on the front page of the AOW topic for the first time. Eighty percent was abusive, 15 percent was distressed, and the remaining five percent was teased.

Gao Hua CP powder-where can I stay cool? Where can I stand? Twisting so seduced the captain, shameless!

Persistent and thin mud powder-this is obviously a company arrangement, everyone is more rational, AOW seven go hand in hand, do not hold one step on one.

Can not be too small a handful of Ning Lan's only fans-can pull it down, this kind of dance in our house is rare? Otherwise, try it at your home, it must be so ugly!

Passing the melon crowd-it's good, there is no sense of disobedience, women are ashamed to see it.

Ning Lan sat cross-legged on the floor of the practice room and commented. Wang Bingyang was afraid he couldn't stand the stimulus. He joked comfortably at the side and said, "Have you ever heard black, it must be red? Haha. "

Ning Lan smiled and nodded in support. After reading it, he groaned and drunk a bottle of mineral water, stood up and bounced twice, then touched his arms and legs in the mirror: "Where is it like a girl ... oh noon Add another bowl of rice. "

Those unspeakable remarks seemed to have been filtered out and failed to get into his heart at all.

Sui Yue was relieved that he could withstand the pressure, but was a little irritable for no apparent reason.

For a person like Ning Lan, everything that night can be forgotten casually.