Waiting Upon You

Feng Hao had everything in his bathroom, and Ling Lang discovered it the first day, but Feng Hao didn't ask him to use it, he could only pretend he didn't see it.

Ling Lang cleaned himself inside and out, picked up Feng Hao's tail, and hesitated for a long time before sending it behind him.

Perhaps it was because for the first time that Feng Hao had prepared a small size for him to enter easily, but it was also because of this that Ling Lang always had a lot of room to worry that it would fall out and had to tighten his sphincter at all times. .

Ling Lang took a look in the mirror, and the part that remained outside showed a hook-shaped arc, just like a tall raised tail.

After wearing it, Ling Lang can neither sit nor lie, but can stand, lie down, or lie on his back, even when kneeling, he should slightly raise his hips, so as not to let the hard tail pestle reach the floor.

The order on the note Ling Lang was half done, and the rest was waiting. He turned around uncomfortably in the bedroom for two laps, and finally decided to go to the door and wait for Feng Hao to go home.

A round cushion was placed at the front door of Feng Hao's house. Ling Lang didn't know its purpose at first, but now he knew it. He knelt down on the cushion obediently. After a while, he felt a little tired and fell into a ball. Lie down.

Feng Hao didn't come back, he nestled there thinking wildly, thinking everything, but the most thought was when Feng Hao came back.

He suddenly discovered that one of the things he had done the most since he came here was to wait—waiting for Feng Hao to prepare dinner, waiting for Feng Hao to clean the room, waiting for Feng Hao to take a bath for him ... and waiting for Feng Hao to go home, it seemed like he had entered This door, he spent most of his time, was waiting for someone.

His body is not affiliated with himself, his thoughts are shared with another person, and now even his time is unknowingly delivered to the other side, the invisible collar is derived from the invisible collar, and the other end of the reins is that person Holding it in his hands, his hands were as smooth as jade, and his ten fingers were long and slender, making him unable to help but want to kneel down and kiss his fingertips religiously.

Half a dream and half awake, Ling Lang faintly heard footsteps coming from the door, and suddenly a spirit sat up. He had left his tail behind his head until the pain coming from behind him reminded him, and his mouth sighed. Cool air.

When Feng Hao opened the door and came in, at first glance he saw Ling Lang kneeling docilely at the door to greet him. He couldn't help giving the other side a smile of approval.

"Separate your legs, put your feet together, and support your hands with the ground," his palms gently slid over the other person's body, explaining the essentials of each movement with each passing point. "

Ling Lang did as he said, "Finally, raise your head proudly, raise it a little higher, that's good, that's it."

Feng Hao was very satisfied with Ling Lang's comprehension, "This is the welcoming gesture, remember?"

Ling Lang nodded.

"Come and shake your tail."

Ling Lang was a little embarrassed and twisted rigidly twice, the amplitude was so small that it was almost invisible. Fortunately, Feng Hao didn't blame him.

Feng Hao went to the bedroom after speaking, Ling Lang obediently followed him.

"How long hasn't it been released?" Feng Hao took off his suit jacket and hung it into the closet, asking casually like a chat.

Ling Lang didn't expect him to ask this question immediately, and Zhiwu answered, "Ten days." Since coming here, Feng Hao has not touched him, and he has been abstinent until now.

"You performed well today, and I want to reward you," Feng Hao patted his head. "Go to bed and wait for me."

Ling Lang climbed into bed a bit shyly and started a new round of waiting, but this time Feng Hao didn't let him wait too long. When he appeared again, he had changed into a set of casual clothes, and Ling Lang was still familiar with it. That box.

"All right," Feng Hao ordered, seeing that he was dishonest. "Don't look around when you go to bed, or blindfold your eyes."

Ling Lang quickly lowered his head, his eyes and his nose, and his heart, no matter what sound Feng Feng made, he controlled himself not to look.

Feng Hao went to bed. As soon as something in his hand touched Ling Lang's body, he realized that it was a rope. Ling Lang was not **** for the first time, nor was it **** by Feng Hao for the first time, but it was the first time that she was in direct contact with the rope naked.

Feng Hao's movements were as slow and steady as ever, leaving Ling Lang enough time to imagine his elegant movements. The ankles of his two feet were fixed at the base of his thigh, and his two forearms were wrapped around in circles. Finally, his hands and feet were tied to the ends of a knot, and his limbs lost their freedom at the same time.

Ling Lang, who was unable to move, felt very uncomfortable. His legs were greatly separated. The head and knees carried most of the body's weight. The * parts were exposed to the air without reservation. It was familiar at the party. Sense of assault came again.

In order to maintain this posture, he had to tighten his muscles, and soon he was tired, his body uncontrollably relaxed, relaxed, and relaxed again.

The ropes restrained his actions. Ling Lang found that even if he relaxed, he would not affect the maintenance of his posture. He began to try to remove his strength and deliver everything to the ropes tied to his body.

He closed his eyes, and the soothing muscles gradually replaced the soreness. Slowly, his mood subsided, his mind began to empty, his body was tightly bound, but his spirit was relaxed to the extreme.

A chuckling sounded low, and Ling Lang came back from Nan Ke's dream.

"Don't fall asleep," Feng Hao's fingers slid down his spine. "Not yet."

He pulled out the tail behind Ling Lang and replaced it with **** wearing finger knuckles. With the previous expansion, the fingers easily penetrated to the end and found the most sensitive place with great accuracy.

"Is this here?" Feng Hao gently scratched, and Ling Lang's mouth suddenly burst out of uncontrollable groan | groan.

"It seems so," Feng Hao raised his finger unhurriedly. "Have you tried to come only from the back?"

Ling Lang gasped and shook his head.

Feng Hao got the answer he wanted and stopped talking. His fingertips still moved rhythmically, his strength was not strong or weak, his speed was not slow or slow, and the friction range firmly locked on that point. Ling Lang felt only one. The hot flame ignited in the body, spreading quickly to every inch of capillaries in the body, and the whole body's blood was boiling.

Feng Hao's rhythm made him involuntarily want to twist his body to cater, but after really wanting to do that, he realized that he couldn't move. His **** device was already congested and swollen, and he was swollen and pained because he was not able to release it. After a full ten days of abstinence, his patience fell to the bottom line. He tried to rub the sheets under him, but found that even this was simple. He couldn't complete his actions.

"Let's do the same," the beastly instinct made Ling Lang have to let go of his human dignity, and voluntarily spoke like Feng Hao pleaded.

"No," Feng Hao's refusal was soft and firm. "I said from the back, I can only come from the back."

Ling Lang stopped talking because he found that the feeling from the back | acupoint became stronger and stronger, and the whole neurons began to move and displace until they all concentrated on that point. Feng Hao ’s fingers are shaking in front of his eyes. Ling Lang ’s heartbeat changes with his rhythm. Ling Lang is a musical instrument, Feng Hao is the baton. He wants him to be melodious, he is melodious, he wants him to be high, he It is high.

The music progressed to a high tide, and the other's fingers suddenly increased their strength. Ling Lang felt only a soreness at the waist, an unprecedented thrill came, like a current began in the back | court, along the perineum, directly to the front end, and milky white. * Every shot comes out.

This feeling is completely different from the usual high-tide of the rubbing turtle | head. The whole lower body is shrouded in pleasure, and an endless **** strikes *, drowning Ling Lang as a whole. Ling Lang shot ten times before releasing the essence of his body. He finally knew why Feng Hao hadn't touched him for so long.

The peak time has ended, and Hou | Wu still shrinks strongly. It seems to leave Feng Hao's fingers here, but the other party does not mean to leave at all. Instead, he has increased his strength and speed.

Ling Lang suddenly realized what he wanted to do. The body sensitivity he had just vented increased several times in an instant. He was completely incapable of carrying more provocations. Every friction was an unbearable torture for him.

"Don't! Stop!" Ling Lang screamed in horror, but the other side didn't seem to hear it at all, and his hands kept moving fast.

"Stop!" He just shouted this sentence, and everything that he had just experienced was replayed like a replay. He once again made a mile in the other's hands, and there was a moment of blankness in his mind.

"Stop, stop ..." Ling Lang even shivered involuntarily, and the back | acuity contracted too tightly. His body began to shake violently, and he tried to struggle, but the ropes remained motionless. If he can move at this moment, he swears that he will hit Feng Hao with a punch, but the only thing he can do is to lie there and let the other person do whatever he wants.

He was soaked with sweat all over his body, and large drops of sweat flowed down his cheeks to his throat. The hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, countless light spots flickered on the retina, his hands and feet began to convulse, his mouth could not be closed, and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, pulling out a long thin silver wire.

Now he didn't want to hit Feng Hao anymore. He wanted to kneel down, beg him, please him, kiss his feet, as long as he was willing to stop, he would do whatever he wanted him to do. When the thrill came for the third time, his three souls and seven souls were all beaten away. If he is a demon who has a thousand years of practice, then he may appear in its original form. If he is a fairy who practiced for thousands of years, I am afraid that Fallen into magic.

The third shot was already pitifully small, and Feng Hao finally took his finger away from him. "I only scratched this point for ten days. You still need to add nutrition."

Ling Lang had no strength to refute him.

Feng Hao tied Ling Lang loose, and he immediately collapsed to the bed with weakness.

"Don't sleep, you're soaked. You need to wash it."

Ling Lang was lying still, pretending to be dead, and even stopped breathing.

Feng Hao smiled and patted him on the bottom, "Come on, little lazy dog."

Ling Lang muttered, his eyes didn't open, "Don't be boring."

Feng Hao sighed, got up and went to the bathroom to put half a tank of water, then turned back to the bedroom, and hugged Ling Lang hard.

Ling Lang didn't know where he was so strong, but when he was put into warm water, he was still comfortable and exhaled.

Feng Hao left Ling Lang in the bathtub and soaked, and went back to the room to change the sheets. When he went back, he found that the other party was asleep.

He was angry and funny, "Don't sleep in the water, do you want to catch a cold?"

Ling Lang was awakened by him and complained again, "So tired."

"Your physical strength is too poor," Feng Hao poured water on him with a towel. "After that, I will go on a treadmill for five kilometers every day. You can still jog or hurry, and don't forget to wear your tail."

The first half was nothing unusual, and Ling Lang, who was tired when she heard the second half, widened her eyes in surprise.

"How can I walk five kilometers with that?"

"If you can't walk five kilometers, you can walk six kilometers, starting tomorrow," Feng Hao's tone couldn't be discussed.

"How can you do this?" Ling Lang blurted out.

"Of course I can. If I want to, you should go now. If you can't move, you have to climb it."

Ling Lang stared at each other with a stunned expression. In this world, probably only Feng Hao could softly say a word as if he was talking about love, but the content of love love made people shudder. Ling Lang had no doubt that as long as he refuted one more sentence, the other party would not hesitate to erase the words "as long as I wanted".

"Wash it up," Feng Hao took him out of the bathtub and dried it. This time instead of holding him back to the room, he helped Ling Lang out of the bathroom slowly.

Ling Lang's legs were shaking when he walked, and he had to put his weight on Feng Hao to prevent him from falling down.

Without a collar, Feng Hao didn't allow him to go to bed, "wait for me."

"I can't stand."

"Kneeling when you can't stand."

As soon as Feng Hao spread his hand, Ling Lang knelt down without hesitation. His personality and self-esteem were as weak as his legs at this moment, and he was completely incapable of supporting his body.

Feng Hao took the collar, Ling Lang raised his neck and let the other party wear it for him.

"Well, let's go up," With the consent of the other party, Ling Lang used his last strength to roll onto the bed, even if the earthquake did not let him move again.

Feng Hao lay beside his head, looking at his eyes full of love, Ling Lang suddenly thought that he did nothing today.

"You have a cold nature," even Ling Lang himself didn't know why he uttered such a sentence.

Feng Hao laughed, "Why do you still have physical suspicions about my sexual ability?"

Ling Lang shut up his mouth immediately, and would not say a word more when he was killed.