It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Dikun has two fixed estrous periods every year. Wen Ai has long relied on drugs to suppress it, which has long disrupted the body’s physiological cycle. But even so, the estrous period does not come just for the first time. In three days, Wen Ai usually used suppression powder to put out the signs as soon as they found it.

After being bitten by Zhuo Yiqing on the neck last time, Wen Ai's instincts in his body seemed to be smoothed down. He fell asleep quietly, and there was no movement at all. But today he knows it, and they just dormant quietly. Waiting to see the opportunity to fight back fiercely.

This time the affair period came quickly and intensely. Just when Wen Ai noticed that there was something wrong in his body, someone in the crowd stopped and stretched his neck to catch the fragrance floating in the air, and his head slowly tilted. Here.

Wen Ai shook his heart and quickly got into a sparsely-traveled alley. It took only a few seconds before and after. He reacted quickly, but he still attracted a few mad dogs with sensitive smell.

Wenyi studied poison, but that was done in the medicine room. On weekdays, he had at most a few bottles of wound medicine on his body. After coming to Cirrus Cloud Villa, he even suppressed the powder and was confiscated. Now apart from running away, he No other way out.

This alley is winding and intricate. As soon as Wen Ai runs blindly, he turns when he encounters a fork in the road, and there are more and more heavenly stems behind him.

Lust was rising in the body, and his legs began to tremble. Wen Ai stumbled and fled, looking like he was about to kneel on the ground in the next second.

The gods yelled excitedly--

"Isn't going to rut on the street just to look for fuck? What are you running now!"

"Is there a bad itching behind the baby? Let uncle use a big XX to help you stop itching!"

"Fuck, it's **** good, I must **** your ass!"

The obscene language kept approaching Wen Ai, and he glanced back in a panic. Those people were not far away from him, their faces were wretched and disgusting, and some had even opened their clothes.

Thinking of the humiliation she might suffer, Wen Ai was terribly afraid, tears rolling in his eyes helplessly.

If and if he really can't escape, he'll just hit the wall to death.

As soon as this idea came to its head, Wen Ai slammed into a person at the corner.

All of a sudden, Wen Ai's previous effort to run desperately vented away. He wrapped his hands and feet tightly around this familiar body, and his heart finally fell back to its true place.

He doesn't need to look up or speak, he can recognize this person with his nose.

Zhuo Yiqing hugged Wen Ai who was trembling heartily: "The baby is not afraid, I am here."

Dikun, who had been escaping all the time, was finally stopped by the group of Tiangan, and the pace of chasing suddenly slowed down, and slowly approached with a lewd smile.

"Hahaha! You **** run away!"

"I have fun tonight!"

"Hey, that kid! What are you doing stupidly? Don't do it, just go away if you don't do it!"

Someone started clamoring for Zhuo Yiqing to hand over Wen'ai. Zhuo Yiqing's face was frighteningly cold. He drew out the long sword around his waist, and swayed a sharp sword wind at the clutter, pulling out a long and deep one on the ground Sword marks.

Those people were still in astonishment. Suddenly, their thighs chilled, and their pants were all broken into powder. When they were blown by the wind, there was no scum left.

Zhuo Yiqing roared intolerably: "Get out!"

A group of people ran away with bare buttocks.

Zhuo Yiqing picked up Wen Ai, walked along the wall, raced back to the room, and put Wen Ai on the bed.

"Woo..." Wen Ai's eyes were full of water, and his fair skin was tinged with ambiguous pink. He put his hands on his side and wrinkled the neat sheets, and his legs were unconsciously pinched together and rubbing against each other, "It's so uncomfortable..."

Zhuo Yiqing gritted her teeth and endured the urge to rush forward, staring at him with scorching eyes: "Do you want to suppress the dispersal or want me?"

Wen Ai stretched out his hand to him, with a strong attachment in his voice: "I want brother..."

Zhuo Yiqing pressed onto the bed without saying a word, stripped Wen Ai a few times, kissed him eagerly, and flung his clothes out of the bed.

Dikun in the emotional period was ready, Zhuo Yiqing sat up with Wen Ai's back and let him sit on her lap face to face.

Zhuo Yiqing held Wen Ai's earlobe, "Does the baby know Yushuang?"

The corners of Wen Ai's eyes were red, and he leaned weakly on Zhuo Yiqing's shoulder: "Your...sword..."

Zhuo Yiqing laughed inexplicably, and grabbed the back of Wen Ai's head to make him look down between the two people's legs: "It's my crotch. Today it will finally get what it wants."

Wen Ai was dizzy in his head, and before he realized what he meant, he watched the "sword" sink into his body.

The whole hand was immersed, not an inch left outside.

Zhuo Yiqing was right when he was on the racecourse. Wen Ai was so soft inside, so soft deep in his heart, and so soft inside his body.

Throughout the whole night, Wen Ai was quite behaved, and Zhuo Yiqing was still fiddled with, calling out "Brother". Zhuo Yiqing was so excited that he formed a knot in his body without hesitation, and became a bond with him, and was closely connected ever since.

After the conclusion of the contract, Wen Ai smelled like Zhuo Yiqing. When he woke up the next day, he put his wrist on his nose and smelled it for a long time, always feeling strange.

Zhuo Yiqing slept on the outside, holding Wen Ai on his side, and took a satisfied breath in his shoulder: "I will get used to it soon."

Wen Ai blushed and whispered: "But when others smell it... they will know us..."

Zhuo Yiqing smiled badly: "Knowing that we have a bond, we have gone to bed, we have done it."

Wen Ai pushed his chest: "Rogue!"

"Why didn't you hear you scold me like that last night?" Zhuo Yiqing stared at him openly, "Is it too comfortable to be served by the gangster, so I don't have to say anything?"

Wen Ai was so embarrassed that he wanted to turn his back to him, but he couldn't lift his strength, so he simply covered his face with his hands: "I don't want to chat with you!"

When Wen Ai woke up, Zhuo Yiqing couldn't help but think of his obedient little appearance last night, and the thing three inches below the navel stood up instantly.

"Baby, let my brother hurt you again." Zhuo Yiqing stood on top of Wen Ai, pushed his hands apart on both sides of his head, and pushed his crotch very obscenely, "I love you well, um ?"

Wen Ai was restrained by him, and he couldn't hide it: "No! You've been doing it all night!"

Zhuo Yiqing started rubbing up and down: "Just once."

The tail of the affair period hadn't passed, and Wen Ai was too sensitive. When Zhuo Yiqing kissed him here and there, he soon lay down and waited.

"Um..." Wen Ai held Zhuo Yiqing's head buried in front of his chest, "How did you find me last night?"

Zhuo Yiqing had something in her mouth and said vaguely: "Bell."

Wen Ai was short of breath: "What's going on..."

Zhuo Yiqing focused on her own affairs and did not reply.

"Hmm!" Wen Ai was so irritated that he grabbed Zhuo Yiqing's hair: "Say...hurry up...hurry up..."

Zhuo Yiqing raised her upper body and looked at him with a smile, "Hurry up or just say it?"

Wen Ai flushed: "Say."

Zhuo Yiqing hooked the corners of his lips, picked up his hand with the bracelet, crushed the small silver bell, flipped his palm, and caught the small square that fell out of the bell.

Wen Ai held up his head and looked at the black miniature tracker: "Is this what Ji Yue left for you?"

"Well, with this, I can know where you are at any time." Zhuo Yiqing paused, "Don't be angry, I'm worried that something will happen to you. I kept it from you because you haven't promised to be with me. , I'm afraid you will throw it away."

Wen Ai lay back on the pillow: "You have crushed it now, what is the difference between being thrown by me?"

Zhuo Yiqing winked at him, took out a new bell from the clothes thrown under the bed, put a string on the red rope, and hung it on Wen Ai's ankle.

The bright red color made Wen Ai's skin whiter.

Zhuo Yiqing stretched out his tongue to greet Wen Ai on Wen Ai's ankle, Wen Ai shook his feet to throw him away, and the bells on the rope jingled.

Zhuo Yiqing became excited when he heard this sound, and smeared Wen Ai's leg with saliva, and licked it all the way to the base of his leg.

Wen Ai had long been convinced by his flexible and cunning tongue, and started to call his brother again with a soft voice.

The expression on Zhuo Yiqing's face was abnormal: "Brother is here."

When he said that, he also carried Wen Ai's other leg on his shoulder.

The crisp bells rang, anxious for a while, and a slow, sometimes rhythmic, sometimes fierce and irregular ringing.

Wen Ai could see it through. When Zhuo Yiqing was under the bed, he could still hear a sentence or two, but when he got on the bed, he ran the train with his mouth full of words, don't believe him.

Obviously, he promised once and again, but again and again, he didn't let him see the sun today, until the evening he finally put on his clothes and went to cook.

Although Dikun's physique was suitable for Chenghuan, he couldn't stand the toss of Zhuo Yiqing. Wen Ai lay on the bed for two days before finally leaving the room.

He had heard Zhuo Yiqing say that if he was not cured, he found Cuanyun Villa. The first thing he did at this time was to meet them and explain his relationship with Zhuo Yiqing. After talking about what happened during this period, I finally told Wen Ai that Lu Mingxiao was also in the villa.

Wen Ai handed over a servant. The servant said that he saw Lu Mingxiao in the garden. Wen Ai followed him to find him. He saw Lu Mingxiao in the small pavilion, and Zhuo Chi was sitting next to him.

Before the Wenyi people approached, the smell of Zhuo Yiqing's body was completely poured into the pavilion. Lu Mingxiao's eyes darkened and his lips were tightly pressed.

Zhuo Chi glanced at him, then turned around and greeted Wen Ai: "I thought it would take another three or four days to see you. Yiqing still spoils you too much, so I put you down so soon. Out of bed."

Lu Mingxiao suddenly smashed the tea cup in his hand, turned his head and looked at Zhuo Chi with cold eyes.

Zhuo Chi raised his eyebrows provocatively, and his wild and unruly eyes pressed directly on Lu Mingxiao, "What? I care about my little brother-in-law, and Master Lu wants to fight me?"

"Also?" Wen Ai beckoned the servant to come and pick up the broken tiles, and then looked around the two of them, "Have you ever had a fight?"

"Yeah." Lu Mingxiao said, looking at Wen Ai with complicated eyes, "Qianshuang, is the surname Zhuoqiang bullying you?"

Wen Ai was stunned, picked up an empty stone bench and sat down: "No, he is very good to me, I am... voluntary."

Lu Mingxiao lowered his eyes: "Oh."

Wen Ai diverted the topic away: "Thank you for coming to me. You told me if I was dead. After I went missing, you looked for me all the way. I feel that I really owe you favor."

"You don't owe me anything." Lu Mingxiao curled his lips mockingly, "Anyway, you have a good time here."

After a while, he added: "You just need to be happy."

Wen Ai is not good at facing such a situation. Before deciding how to answer the call, a servant ran outside the pavilion: "Young Master Yin, the owner brought a car of pheasants back from Yinxian Valley. Please go there."

Really dozing off and encountering a pillow, Wen Ai greeted the two people at the stone table and slipped away.

Lu Mingxiao held the teacup newly given to him by the servant and drank one cup after another. Zhuo Chi grabbed his wrist and joked: "This is tea, not wine."

Lu Mingxiao frowned and shook Zhuo Chi's hand away without saying a word, but he didn't pour tea into his stomach like just now.

"Have you seen those happy characters on the windows? There are also the big red lanterns hanging on the eaves." Zhuo Chi pointed at the hall behind the garden with his chin, "My cousin moves fast. He started to talk about marriage as soon as he ate. I'm determined to hold my little sister-in-law firmly, so that no one will worry about it all day."

Lu Mingxiao glanced at him coldly: "Shut up."

Zhuo Chi met his gaze and curled up the corners of his lips diagonally: "Not willing to listen? Then you go by yourself."

Lu Mingxiao stood up and walked outside the pavilion. Zhuo Chi grabbed him and pushed him onto the pavilion pillar. He put one hand on his head and cheated on him: "Are you angry?"

Both of them are tall and handsome, and now they straightened up face to face, almost kissing each other's mouth when they spoke.

Lu Mingxiao didn't say a word and smashed Zhuo Chi with his hand. Zhuo Chi was not the one who was waiting to die. He stretched out his hand and gestured to him. The two quickly jumped out of the pavilion and had a happy fight in the garden.

Finally, Zhuo Chi pressed Lu Mingxiao to the ground and pressed ambiguously on him: "Is it in a better mood?"

Lu Mingxiao held back his anger in his eyes: "Get away."

Zhuo Chi patted his face: "You are not as skilled as others, why are you embarrassed to ask me?"

Lu Mingxiao glared at him fiercely, closed his eyelids and leaned his head on the ground: "If you want to kill, you have to scrape it."

Zhuo Chi watched Lu Mingxiao's Adam's apple sticking out because he leaned back, and bit it. At first, Lu Mingxiao didn't respond, but when Zhuo Chi changed from biting to licking, he struggled again: "Asshole, you and I are both gods, how can you-uh!"

Zhuo Chi let Lu Mingxiao go after he had licked enough. When he swept to the tips of Lu Mingxiao's red ears, he felt very happy.

Zhuo Yiqing did his best to prepare all the matters related to the marriage within half a month. He sent the wedding invitations to various schools, regardless of whether they could arrive in time or not. Anyway, this is Worshiping his baby, other insignificant people can't make it in time, and just make up a glass of wedding wine afterwards.

However, everyone in the martial arts still gave Cuanyun Mountain Villa and Yinxiangu a lot of face. After receiving the wedding invitation, they immediately set off on the road, hurrying and hurrying, basically arrived in time.

After the visit, Zhuo Yiqing was caught by everyone, and he poured a few drinks into small and large bowls. Although he had a good drinking capacity, he could not withstand the rounds of bombing. In the end, the old owner Zhuo came forward and removed him from the guests. Pulled out of the pile.

Zhuo Yiqing waved away to help his servant, walked awkwardly into the main courtyard, calling for the baby for a while, and talking about the bridal chamber.

In addition to him, Lu Mingxiao was also drunk and shook his head on the table. Zhuo Chi stared at his drunken face for a long time, finally picked him up and went straight into his room.

Wen Ai waited alone in the new house. When he was hungry, he picked up the peanuts and longans that the matchmaker had spilled on the bed to eat. After the entire bed was cleaned up by him, Zhuo Yiqing kicked the door back.

When Zhuo Yiqing saw Wen Ai, he rushed over and began to take off his clothes, his hands were still strong: "Baby, baby, my dear, brother is here..."

Wen Ai didn't expect him to get drunk. When he reacted, half of his shoulders were exposed. He bent his knees and pushed against the belly of the big drunk: "The door! The door is not closed yet!"

Zhuo Yiqing snorted, her hand still pulling on Wen Ai's clothes persistently: "Don't be afraid of the baby, brother is gentle, it won't hurt."

Wen Ai was pressed onto the bed involuntarily by him, and the remaining pair of trousers was torn. In order to prevent Wen Ai from struggling again, Zhuo Yiqing directly tied him to the head of the bed with a rag.

"You tie me, you bully!" Wen Ai was anxious and ashamed, kicking his legs constantly, "The bed net, at least put the bed net down."

Zhuo Yiqing kissed him loudly on his face a few times: "You are the one who is tied up. Brother is just like this one!"

"Woo..." Wen Ai was squeezed by him at the sensitive point, and his voice immediately softened. "Asshole who gets perverted as soon as he goes to bed..."

The next day, Zhuo Yiqing was punished by Wen Ai to kneel on the washboard for a whole day. She still kneeled in the newly built chicken coop. As a result, the lively chickens were used as big toys. He jumped on top of him, shoulders and heads were full of brave little chickens.

In the evening, Wen Ai brought a pot of rice to feed the pheasants. Zhuo Yiqing put on the chicken and pityed for herself: "Baby, I was wrong."

Wen Ai sprinkled a handful of rice on the ground: "Where did you go wrong?"

The chickens all jumped down to grab food, Zhuo Yiqing's body lightened a lot: "I shouldn't be drunk, I should find an excuse to slip early."

Wen Ai grabbed a handful of rice and smashed him on him, and all the chickens flocked to Zhuo Yiqing again: "You can pretend! You can't believe what you say under the bed now, right?"

Zhuo Yiqing is still quibbling: "I didn't pretend..."

Wen Ai put the rice bowl on the ground and walked over to pull his face: "Are you shameless? You were drunk last night, what about after you wake up? Don't think I don't know, you will wake up in the middle of the night. Up!"

Zhuo Yiqing stood up abruptly and pulled Wen Ai into his arms: "The baby is so smart."

Wen Ai snorted.

Zhuo Yiqing touched his hair and smoothed him: "Don't I untie the cloth strips for you later? Don't be angry, I feel distressed if I get angry."

Wen Ai: "Then you are not allowed to say that again in the future."

Zhuo Yiqing smirked: "What kind of words?"

Wen Ai glanced at him quickly: "Just such explicit words..."

Zhuo Yiqing: "Okay, but I have a very explicit sentence, I must say it."

Wen Ai: "What?"

Zhuo Yiqing put her mouth in Wen Ai's ear——

There is a piece of Weibo meat, I read it again and I don’t know where to make it up:

It's night, the lantern festival. Bright red lanterns hung under the eaves of a row of houses along the street, illuminating the crowds close by, and on the dim roof, a black shadow flew from far and near.

"Baby bear it again." Zhuo Yiqing tapped the tiles on his toes, gritted his teeth to soothe the restless person in his arms, "I will be home soon."

The emotional period came violently, and every part of Wen Ai's body became sensitive, and every inch of his skin was trembling slightly, longing for the dry touch and caress. Although Zhuo Yiqing tried his best to restrain himself, the one he loved was in estrus in her arms, exuding a sweet body scent to entice him to have sex. For the most part, he used all the concentration of this life, and it was still difficult to resist the call of **** , The crotch is getting harder and harder, and the dryness of the sky cannot be restrained from leaking.

Wen Ai was quickly surrounded by his breath, and the powerful and domineering Tiangan hormones penetrated under Wen Ai's clothes, wrapped around him, squeezed him, and even penetrated into his body, causing the deepest part to grow. Fine and dense itching, endless.

"Hmm..." Wen Ai clenched his lower lip, but there was still an unbearable groan overflowing. He was resting on Zhuo Yiqing's shoulder, and his breath was full of Zhuo Yiqing's taste. Wen Ai greedily sucked it up and overflowed his body. The itch of the disaster was temporarily soothed, but it revived in a short time, and it became more powerful and intensified than before.

Wen Ai was fainted by lust. Dikun in the climax period was so sensitive that it would be crisp when touched. Wherever he could stand such a stimulus, he could only breathe in too much dry air, and he could only add fuel to the fire. There is only one way to truly relieve the itch...

Thinking of this, the back of Wen Ai became hot, and a rush of heat rushed out. He hurriedly clamped his **** for fear that the shameful body fluid would leak out.

Zhuo Yiqing flew all the way back to the villa, but only a few minutes away, when she landed, she had already sweated her clothes. Wen Ai closed his mouth tightly along the way, unwilling to make a sticky sound to attract attention. At this moment, he finally got home and touched the bed with his back. His whole mind was relaxed, and he fell softly on the bed, with red eyes on his cheeks. Looking at Zhuo Yiqing in a blur, as if a silent invitation.

Zhuo Yiqing is a full-fledged chromosome in normal days. Right now, a gentleman, staring at Wen Ai with scorching eyes, clearly wants to eat people, but asks: "Do you want to suppress dispersal or want me?"

Wen Ai stretched out a hand towards him and said with his eyes full of attachment: "I want brother..."

Wen Ai’s approval was like a key, suddenly opening Zhuo Yiqing’s animal-like iron cage, Zhuo Yiqing bullied her body and pressed herself up, and could not wait to kiss Wen Ai’s slender neck, and her long-thirsty lips and tongue sucked the delicate skin. As if to **** water to quench thirst.

Wen Ai was made even more intolerable, and waves of nectar were secreted from the rear, which washed through the wet and soft corridors, and piled up in the closed acupuncture points, accumulating more and more, and finally oozing out bit by bit. Come, like a dam that bursts, only one or two drops squeezed out of the cracks at the beginning, and then it is out of control and collapses completely. The love liquid rushes out like a flood, and quickly wets the sheets under the buttocks, and it flows more fiercely. , The more empty and lonely inside the tunnel.

Wen Ai hugged Zhuo Yiqing tightly, stood up and rubbed indiscriminately, but only scratched through his boots: "Uncomfortable...Brother...I'm so uncomfortable..."

Zhuo Yiqing spit out the red **** in her mouth, panting and asking, "Where is it?"

Wen Ai involuntarily separated his legs, hooked Zhuo Yiqing's waist and rubbed it, and looked at him shamefully: "You know..."

Zhuo Yiqing smiled evilly and pressed his restless leg: "How can I know if you don't say?"

"Below." Wen Ai closed his eyes embarrassedly, his eyelashes trembling, "the place below..."

With a shy and timid appearance, Zhuo Yiqing's heart was hot, and he wished to **** him into death with a hard cock, but Gu Nian was the first time they didn’t want to be sloppy, so they pressed Holding his lower abdomen, he put his hand into Wen Ai's wet pants, the sticky love liquid dripped on his butt, Zhuo Yiqing held his fleshy **** and kneaded it, slippery and took it off several times. Hands up.

"It's so wet." Zhuo Yiqing was quite satisfied. She slid her fingers back and forth along the buttocks, stroking the budding acupuncture point as if imperceptibly, but refused to stay longer, and ran away with a pinch, attracting Wen Ai for a while. Trembling and panting, and then pretending to suddenly realize, "It turns out that it is here, how can it be uncomfortable?"

Wen Ai's sensitive body couldn't stand his playing like this. He looked at him aggrievedly, with a touch of flattery at the end of his bright red eyes. Zhuo Yiqing looked trembling, and leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye, pressed his fingertips against the gurgling acupuncture point, pressed it up gently, and said in a low voice, "Say, why is this torturing you?" "

"It's clear that you are torturing me..." Wen Ai was so embarrassed by him that the empty corridor shrank, "Don't rub it, don't you one by one!"

"Nothing?" Zhuo Yiqing turned the finger that inserted a section shallowly. Although he was smiling, the desire in his eyes was so strong that he stared directly at Wen Ai, "Is it uncomfortable? No? Very lonely, right? I really want my brother's big **** to be stab in, right?"

As he said, Zhuo Yiqing slammed his entire finger in, digging and digging, digging into Wen Ai, but he became more and more empty, eager to be violated by something thicker: "Yes, yes, no fingers, no Brother... ah... I want brother..."

Zhuo Yiqing swiped her fingers slowly, her fingertips ran over every inch of mellow flesh, and Wen Ai screamed at the meticulous torture.

Zhuo Yiqing untied his trouser belt, the trousers came off a bit, the long-lost thighs were snow-white and snow-white, and a pink jade stem appeared in the middle. The front end was round and round, which was really cute. Zhuo Yiqing's eyes were darker, covering the little thing with one hand and groping carefully with the other hand in the tight and humid passage.

Wen Ai was pinched back and forth, stood up unbearably, grasped the sheets tightly, kicked his feet unconsciously, murmured elder brother in his mouth, and the sound passed into Zhuo Yiqing's ears, and he almost shot others. . Zhuo Yiqing gritted her teeth and finally found a unique dent, pressing hard one by one, "Ahhhhhhh!" Wen Ai screamed, and the erect jade stem shot a stream of milky white semen. Hit Zhuo Yiqing on the chest.

"Is it fun?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled and dipped some fingers into her mouth, "It's so sweet, baby, you're so sweet."

The front of Wen Ai was released, and the unrelieved back acupuncture felt stronger, and the intestinal wall was itchy like it was gnawed by thousands of insects.

Dikun is the most vulnerable and sensitive during the emotional period, and needs the comfort and love of the gods the most. Wen Ai's body has been prepared for the joy, but Zhuo Yiqing has been reluctant to act, and Wen Ai will inevitably have other ideas.

"Why don't you come in." Wen Ai looked at him blankly with watery eyes, "Do you want to make a bond with me..."

Zhuo Yiqing was taken aback, sat up and hugged the wronged little baby into her arms: "Silly Bo'er, I'm a big man. I'm afraid you will suffer later. I will serve you comfortably first. Isn't it okay?"

Wen Ai grabbed his stiff **** through his pants, and said with red eyes, "I want you to serve with this!"

Zhuo Yiqing slowly raised the corners of her lips: "Okay."

There was a vivid color in front of him, and he couldn't **** with the polarized light, his blood was already boiling and clamoring.

Zhuo Yiqing lifted the hem of his clothes to one side, and pulled out the strong and thick purple-black giant from his crotch. The majestic and majestic standing tall, the visual effect was quite shocking. At first glance, Wen Ai lowered his head and realized that the enlarged glans was about to poke him. The tip of the nose.

Wen Ai's back acupuncture point contracted again, and the love fluid dripped more happily. Watching the bulging veins on the stem beating vigorously, Wen Ai became ashamed with hindsight, retracted his sight, and couldn't help but glance again. .

There was a chuckle from the top of his head, Wen Ai raised his head, and met Pei Yiqing's peachy eyes, his face heated up, and his body became soft. He leaned in and hugged his neck, half acting like a baby and half begging: "Back It's uncomfortable, elder brother hurts me, okay?"

Zhuo Yiqing has always only been disliked. He has never seen such a meek appearance as Wen Ai. At this moment, his whole body is on fire: "Brother, I will hurt you!"

After he finished supporting Wen Ai's butt, he lifted him up, his **** pressed against the slippery hole, and Wen Ai sat down slowly, and the glans opened the mysterious realm that had never been cultivated.

Wen Ai supported Zhuo Yiqing on the shoulders, his hungry little **** desperately sucked in with the hot stuff like a soldering iron, Dikun's instinct made his behavior out of the control of his brain, twisting his **** to free Zhuo Yiqing With his hands, he sat down directly, raising his neck and groaning.

Finally, it was filled with Ding, so up, so hard, so comfortable...

Zhuo Yiqing was so refreshed that his scalp was numb, and he whispered inwardly, grabbing his waist and pushing it up vigorously: "Do you like to be rough? I pity you for your weak body, you are the opposite."

Tian Qian asked for absolute dominance on the bed, but Wen Ai's initiative provoked Zhuo Yiqing's desire to conquer. After a meal from the bottom to the last, he thrust in and violently, so that Wen Ai couldn't sit still, and the groan was also heard. It undulates with one high and one low.

"Woo..., slow down... ah... ah..."

Zhuo Yiqing was obsessed with the tight, hot and humid passage, turned a deaf ear to his begging for mercy, and drew him fast and violently, with a strong **** in his voice: "While making me slow, while sucking me tightly, baby Er, the mouth below you is much more obedient... Uh, yes, just like that, continue to suck, and **** out your brother's big cock."

Wen Ai was so dry that he was crying, crying, enduring fierce plunder, and obediently trying to shrink his butt. His clumsy and poor appearance made the thick stem in his **** bigger. The terrible size was about to make his **** Break through.

Zhuo Yiqing got great psychological and physical satisfaction. He completely tore Wen Ai's loose clothes and his beautiful body was fully exposed. As the rhythm swayed in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hand to push the gorgeous red dot on Wen Ai's chest. , Ravaged it over and over until it swelled and stood upright, and said with a smirk: "It's getting bigger, is it going to be milk? Give me a taste."

After speaking, he lowered his head and grabbed Wen Ai's nipple, and started to eat milk.

"No milk..." Wen Ai was so ashamed that he dared not open his eyes, but he held his head tremblingly, and breastfeeding him obediently, "I can't suck...ah...Where is the milk..."

Zhuo Yiqing sucked the **** on both sides of Wen Ai into red, swollen and shiny, and the hard **** also stopped pounding Wen Ai’s soft acupoints for a moment: "Why not, when I am **** pregnant, naturally there will be milk. Baby, give me Is it okay to have cubs? Huh? I can work harder, you give me a big litter."

Said that he really hit harder, Wen Ai was pinched by the waist, lifted up and pulled back, his bare buttocks slapped on Zhuo Yiqing's thighs, and the thick and long thing in his body was fascinating. Upside down, screaming for a while before coming back a little: "I have been taking the medicine for too long...I can't...Hmm...have a baby...Ahhh...lightly..."

"That's right." Zhuo Yiqing kissed his little mouth, and then ate his **** into his mouth, "I can't bear to let others touch this good place, and I can't grow it myself."

Wen Ai's heart was instantly filled with love, as if being injected with an aphrodisiac, he was more sensitive to Zhuo Yiqing, Zhuo Yiqing's forbearing gasp made him feel satisfied, and the fierce **** in the lower body brought death Pleasure, groaning louder than waves.

Zhuo Yiqing was extremely excited by Wen Ai's full devotion. He leaned over and pressed him back on the bed, grabbed his hands and pressed him on top of his head, forcing him to fiddle with him in a wide-open manner, still talking dirty words in his ear. "It’s so loud that it’s up to your sorrowful heart, isn’t it? I hear my **** being hard, you must die tonight. What do you do with your lip, keep screaming, let me know how cool you are ."

Wen Ai felt that the arrogant giant roots came in and out of his throat. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. The saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth unconsciously. There was a bunch of slutty groans that made the blushing heartbeat back in his ears. It took a long time to react. It was my own voice when I came over.

"Brother... ah... so full... ah... brother..."

"I'm here, isn't my brother serving you with a big cock?"

Following Zhuo Yiqing’s vigorous rhythm, the sticky pops continued, and the purple-black **** relentlessly slammed into the mouth of the red tender acupuncture point. Instantly, the juice overflowed, and the two people even slapped white foam at the junction. . Zhuo Yiqing went down and touched it, and brought her hand in front of her. His hands were covered with transparent liquid and dripping down his fingers. He stuck out his tongue and took a wisp of it, and said with a vicious smile: "Why is it so? There is too much water, and the bed is wet for you. Let it flow, keep it flowing, and flow outside the door, so that the people in the village will know how sassy you are."

"Don't..." Wen Ai shook his head helplessly, his voice torn apart, "Don't...ah...say me...I don't, no..."

"Don't you show me?" Zhuo Yiqing rushed to Wen Ai's sensitive spots, causing the intestinal wall to wrap around him for a contraction, so tight that he almost vented his essence, "Hiss one by one, your acupuncture point really bites, I wish Swallow my dick, do you love it to death, bite it so tightly, and there is so much water, the brothel’s top brand is not as lascivious as you."

He lifted Wen Ai's chin: "Little adulterous baby, no matter how pure she is, she can't deceive me. She was born to seduce God."

Wen Ai's mind was all tied to the big stick that was inserted into his itchy acupuncture point. His brain was chaotic, and he finally organized some verbal rebuttals. Before he could even speak out, Zhuo Yiqing, who suddenly accelerated the attacking rhythm, said that his soul was flying out of the sky, out of control. Crying and screaming.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Don't do it." Zhuo Yiqing's eyes were red, and her glans aimed at Wen Ai's sensitive spots, and slammed into them. "The big **** is going to poke your sorrow hole, poke it well, and poke you across. Excited? Talk! Are you going to be **** crazy by me?"

Where can Wen Ai speak, he was bullied with tears on his face, pitifully holding Zhuo Yiqing on the shoulders, as if he was holding the last straw in the storm, but all the torture of joy is worshipped by this plant Given the thick and long straw, the closer he got, the more he fell into the trap, and had to be dragged into the sea of ​​lust and fell deeply.

Everything around has disappeared, and Wenyi can only feel the closely connected place. Waves of pleasure spread to the limbs and limbs. One wave has not yet passed, and a new wave is overwhelming, and the tide of love piles up. , Finally broke through a certain critical point and suddenly broke out, sending Wen Ai to the peak of bliss.

Not only the front shot, but also the swelling behind. While groaning **** his own, tightening his acupuncture points, a large amount of love liquid poured out of the tunnel, raging and pouring it on Zhuo Yiqing’s glans, instantly eroding the bones, and so refreshing that his horse eyes widened. I shot some **** sporadically, but fortunately, he restrained in time, gritted his teeth and survived.

Wen Ai stretched out, lying limply under Zhuo Yiqing, with blushing eyes, tamed and obediently looking at him, with a posture of being arrogant. Zhuo Yiqing turned him over, broke his face and kissed him, then re-inserted his wet **** organs, leaning on his back and shaking back and forth, Wen Ai whimpered, his back acupoints were sour and swelling, but Still cocked the **** to cater.

Zhuo Yiqing’s kiss went all the way down, leaving a crystal behind Wen Ai’s cheek and ear