Witch, Open Your Eyes

When the two kissed, Fang Daichuan felt that his whole body was burning badly, but his spirits were in a trance. He touched Li Sinian's warm body, and he felt a sense of reality in his heart. Oh, it turns out that Li Sinian was not dead. I was having **** with him. Almost crying.

Li Sinian picked up the lubricant that had fallen off the bed, glanced at the name, and smiled calmly.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and squeezed a tuft between his fingers. Fang Daichuan raised his hips slightly, and matched his actions: "Your injury... is it okay?"

"Brother Chuan'er, ask a man on the bed, is it okay? It's not appropriate, right?" Li Sinian quipped, "Can I do it, don't you know?" He said, sending the liquid in his hand in.

"I...fuck...?" Fang Daichuan frowned and exclaimed, a strange feeling swept through the key, as cold and scorching, it burned his waist.

Li Sinian laughed heavily, and his chest rose and fell: "Desert mint, one can give you the feeling of two days of ice and fire, you can pick it, Brother Chuaner."

I knew it! Fang Daichuan bitterly smashed the bed. How could such a decaying and decadent capitalist cruise ship provide a natural, harmless, fresh and plain lubricant? !

However, with the arrow on the string, Fang Daichuan's appointment raised his head, and after a few deep breaths, his chest was stained with a thin layer of red. It was like a fire underneath, but there was no feeling inside, the entrance was terribly swollen, and it kept opening and closing, resisting this kind of stimulation, and the muscles of the inner thigh kept cramping.

Li Sinian felt the blood scab on the side of his leg that was not fully healed, and his pupils were instantly deep and hard to distinguish.

He stood up and buried him, Fang Daichuan was shaken by him, his nose wrinkled and his lips slightly opened.

Li Sinian opened one of his legs and stretched out his hand to directly scrape off the blood scab, revealing the tender pink flesh inside. The chaotic fluid stuck to the wound, and the thighs of the two people overlapped and rubbed, and the sting made the wound painful and itchy. Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth, suppressing the gasping in his throat. He prides himself on being a straight guy in the universe, he is also a rough guy on the bed, he can pant and cooperate, but he can't do anything else, and he can't say it.

"I can't move my left hand," Li Sinian licked the tip of his tooth in a leisurely manner. "You can touch it yourself."

Fang Daichuan was turned upside down by him, and he was afraid of the wound that would press on him, so he didn't dare to sit on the bed firmly. He sighed when he heard the words, slid down his waistline, reached out and held it by himself, spitting out some transparent water from the stiff top, staining Li Sinian's lower abdomen wet.

"I didn't let you touch it," Li Sinian smiled and slapped his hand away. He reached out and shook it up. "Above," he reminded aloud, "Touch it yourself."

Fang Daichuan stiffened when he heard the words, and the mermaid line trembling at his waist also stopped instantly. He stared at Li Sinian with a complicated expression: "I..."

"Feel it," Li Sinian just smiled, his hair soft, he coaxed, "Good."

Fang Daichuan was defeated dejectedly, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and stroked his chest.

"Use a little harder," Li Sinian commanded, his voice was gentle, but the movements under his body were completely different from the sound, and Fang Daichuan whimpered, "Use nails."

Fang Daichuan shook his head, his haircut was finally messed up, his bangs fell apart, covering half of his wet eyes, biting his lip, embarrassed and unable to resist, he followed the other's orders to play with himself.

A person who is usually strong, reliable and masculine, indulged in the love you put on him, becomes weak, helpless, and pitiful, biting his lip and waiting for your forgiveness and violation, and has nowhere to escape. . This feeling is not clear, and it makes people feel heavy, a little proud, and a little disturbed. Such a lovely person, Li Sinian sighed in his heart, such a lovely person.

He turned over and changed positions, grabbed the opponent's chest with one bite, bit with his canine teeth, and grind hard. Entering and leaving without mercy, all the anxiety and pride in the storm, the secret thoughts and hidden emotions, with all the desire and passion.

You are the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my inexhaustible soul, the sins I bear, my all salvation.

Fang Daichuan suddenly went crazy for some reason, and was about to capsize because of the violent wind. He leaned on Li Sinian's shoulder, carefully guarding his wound. The blood and sweat dyed all over the place where the two of them were connected. At the moment when they reached the top, Li Sinian's eyes were deep and he looked at the blood on Fang Daichuan's chest, and sighed in his ear softly: "I will get you. Dirty."

The tail sound was raised high, vomiting dumbly into his ear, a word in his tongue, a thousand times, clamoring temptation in the auricle.

Fang Daichuan's waist was sore, and the pleasure of being violated, polluted and marked rushed to his brain with an electric current, and a white light flashed before his eyes.

The sea breeze poured in from outside the window, and the black hairballs bit the foot of the bed aggrievedly under the bed.

There is no killing and death, no separation. Their bodies were close to their bodies, their sweaty temples pressed against each other's red ear tips, Fang Daichuan held Li Sinian's hand, and for a moment he felt so happy that he wanted to cry. He thought so, so he did so, clinging to Li Sinian. , Sobbing and crying.

The policeman on the other side of the microphone was already frantic and told the policewoman remotely. With the vague context when the two spoke, the policewoman had touched the fourth floor. She stopped at the door, just about to knock, but heard crying inside.

The cry that is hard to describe is not the kind of soft and sweet anger, but the cry of a man and a man. Like the lone eagle who lost his partner, the young wolf who finally returned home, vented more than talked. He didn't want to tell anyone, nor did he want to complain to anyone, but to explain and summarize himself after he took up the suffering and finally got out of the predicament.

"I love you," she heard the choked voice inside, "I will never let you go again."

On the other side of the microphone, all the police officers were silent. They had never experienced such a nine-death life of seven days and seven nights. They couldn't understand such passionate feelings, and couldn't understand how two strangers could agree on life and death in just seven days. Before today, the female police felt that Fang Daichuan was so innocent that he was cheated to death by criminals playing and applauding.

But now, she feels that she is wrong. People who pretend to be smart always read other people's emotions with scrutiny. She doesn't realize that this kind of arrogance is another form of stupidity.

The policewoman sighed, and just wrote that she raised her hand and knocked on the door, but her eyes suddenly went dark.

A towel with a pungent and sweet smell obscured her mouth and nose, she had only time to kick her high heels to the door of Li Sinian's room, her hands and feet became weak and she lost consciousness.

The two people in the room froze for a moment, quickly dressed and opened the door, only to see a high-heeled shoe and a microphone scattered on the long hairy carpet in the corridor, and the policewoman was nowhere to be seen.

Fang Daichuan's face was hard to look instantly.

"I've been admiring the name for a long time, Mr. Eternity, welcome to the cruise game." A strange voice suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Li Sinian sneered. He put on his shirt, hidden the heavy wounds behind the placket, and buttoned his clothes.