pig iron

Zian raised his glass to the man from a distance, smiled and mouthed to him, then raised his head and drank it down. The wine flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin, slid over his Adam's apple, and meandered to his chest, relieving the dryness. The reception should be over. Those who change partners change partners, those who take away take away, Zi An watched his sister being held by that person, and bid farewell to everyone.He should go too, follow Mu Chuan back.

After getting into the car, Zi'an nestled in Mu Chuan's arms, and the hot smell of alcohol sprayed on Mu Chuan's neck.

Mu Chuan frowned: "How much did you drink?"

Almost wrapped around his body, Zian rubbed his knees against Mu Chuan's crotch, bumped against, separated, and leaned into his ear, his hoarse voice was like small sparks flickering on a cigarette butt that was about to go out; "Not much, still good."

Mu Chuan reached into Zian's shirt, unbuttoned it, kneaded his nipple, and circled his thumb around the areola, feeling the slowly bulge there and trembling.The man's nipples are not sensitive, but Zian has drilled holes there, applied medicine, passed through rings, and hung weights.Zian felt a slight electric current passing through there, itching unbearably.Put the other half of his chest close to Mu Chuan, rubbing it up and down, and moaned softly from his mouth.

Mu Chuan gently pressed Zian's cheek and kissed the tip of his nose: "You are drunk."

"no"

Mu Chuan put his fingers into Zian's mouth, pinched his tongue, twitched it, and teased him endlessly, imitating the position of sexual intercourse and thrusting his fingers together: "Lying again."

Zian's expression was blurred, his tongue wrapped around Mu Chuan's fingers and sucked hard, the tip of his tongue licked and hooked along the gap between the fingers, and he carefully bit around the fingers with his teeth.After a while, he spit out the fingers in his mouth, and traced Mu Chuan's palm prints all the way down with the tip of his tongue.Saliva flowed from the side of the mouth, from the chin to the sexy collarbone, a glistening water stain was especially alluring under the passing streetlight.

The bodies of the two curled up, intertwined, and seduced each other; licked, kissed, and there were wet hickey marks on their faces and necks.Zi'an straddled Mu Chuan's lap, pressed against the hard piece underneath, rubbed his back constantly, and his body became hotter and hotter.

Mu Chuan bit his teeth on Zi'an's red and hot ears: "Are you sure the wine you drank is not an aphrodisiac?"

This journey was really exhausting, every part of Zi'an's body kept igniting fires around Mu Chuan's body, and a low-pitched moan came from his throat like a dry land wind spreading the fire.Mu Chuan felt that his lower body was hard, swollen, hot, hot, and eager.The haystack was about to be ignited by a fire, and the burned clean ashes were wiped out.

When we finally got home, the driver immediately got out of the car and closed the door.

Zian propped up the seat behind Mu Chuan, and looked at him with wide, misty eyes.Zi'an's eyes are dark and thick, like a ball of thick ink that cannot be melted, and the pupils can hardly be distinguished. They are cold and hard, looking at you straight and firmly, as if they want to suck you into the abyss Also refused to let go.It is said that people with such eyes are innocent and stubborn.

Mu Chuan was different. The corners of his eyes were slightly curved downwards, and he had a natural smile.The color of the pupils is light, similar to amber, like white wine, or a drink mixed with honey, exuding a soft and sweet taste.When laughing, the whole eyes seem to melt, and the slightly shallow and translucent pupils are shining with brilliance.

Zi'an's facial features are much better than Mu Chuan's, and the long-term immersion in sex has also cultivated a little style.But in comparison, Mu Chuan is more attractive than Zi Anchang.There is a sense of coquettishness in the laziness, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes exude a sexy and mature taste, or the allure of sex.Two words, hook people.

Zi'an was really drunk and addicted, and frivolously touched Mu Chuan's face with his hands, feeling that this face was really handsome and beautiful.His dizzy brain was a little messy, and he felt that the person below was actually just that, like a mouse under a cat's paw, which he could fiddle with.

not like.Zian shook his head, like a piece of sweet and soft almond cheese, which can be swallowed at any time, delicious and fragrant.

He grabbed Mu Chuan's collar, pulled it up carefully, twisted his chin with his hands, and wet the fabric on his chest with his tongue.Moving his hands down, he took off Mu Chuan's outer suit, which was still in front, reached out and grabbed the sides of the shirt with force, and pulled it horizontally with a clatter.Several buttons fell to the ground, and some hit the car window and bounced to his own face.

He pushed and shoved Mu Chuan, transferred him from sitting to lying down, and put his whole body on Mu Chuan.Mu Chuan smiled and looked at Zi'an with great interest, the half-bright and half-dark lights and shadows on his face were hard to distinguish.He watched Zian violently and quickly pull out his belt, unzip his zipper, and pull down his trousers.He stretched out his hand through the panties and rubbed his hot, iron-like lower body.

Mu Chuan enjoyed the movement of Zi An's hand with just the right strength, but his face didn't look very good after that.Zian's hand stretched out behind him, deep and shallow wanting to go in with his fingers.

Shaking Zian's hand away: "What are you doing?"

Zian seemed to be a little awake, slipped from the seat to the carpet in the car, half-kneeled on the ground and grabbed Mu Chuan's thigh, licking the hard part underneath through his underwear.He carefully took off his panties with his teeth, buried his head in his crotch and sucked drunkenly, the tip of his tongue was like a small snake, probing and withdrawing from the front gap, constantly sliding across the soft concave of the glans, and occasionally the whole tongue Probe to the bottom to soothe the scrotum, making the two heavy balls red and full.

Mu Chuan's calf stretched straight, enjoying the stimulation of being sucked into Zian's mouth, and listening to the sound of sizzling water coming from below.He raised his head, trembled slightly, sighed, grabbed Zian's head, and thrust his thick, long, fiery penis deep into Zian's throat, then pulled out and pushed Zian to the side.

He got up and flipped forward the place where the small items were placed on the car, took out a tube-shaped thing, which seemed to be hand cream, and threw it to Zian, panting heavily: "Do it yourself."

Zian hugged his thighs, raised his waist and hips, squeezed the hand cream into the palm of his hand, smeared it on the acupuncture point, dug it, and bent his fingers deeply.This is probably the first time Zian touched himself in front of Mu Chuan. He quickly squeezed his nipples, thrust his fingers quickly under his body, and moaned unabashedly. Slight pain and gradually stand upright, constantly spitting out mucus.

Frank, wanton, undisguised, never shy, right in front of Mu Chuan.With misty eyes, body movements, lewd moans, wet folds looming in the shadow of the buttocks, wantonly seduce.

Mu Chuan was not drunk, he was very sober, but he was about to be driven crazy by Zi An, every cell in his body was screaming in lust.

Zi'an climbed onto his body, spread his legs on both sides of Mu Chuan's body, and sat down slowly facing the thick one below, sinking into the depths inch by inch to stretch out all the folds.He grabbed his wet forehead hair, raised his head suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the arc formed was as fragile as to be slaughtered, and he let out a slightly raised and suppressed moan.

He is really in pain, even if the expansion is done in advance, it still hurts.

Zi'an put on his top and raised his arms, pressing on Mu Chuan's bare shoulders.He was faintly excited in his dizziness. This was the first time he stripped off Mu Chuan's clothes and left him naked.He really hated Mu Chuan fucking him with his clothes on, either by simply unzipping the zipper, or just half taking off his pants, inserting that thing into his throat or anus at will, but he wanted to strip naked to accompany him.It seems that he is not having sex but like using a urinal. After a long time, Zi An really has the illusion that he is just a sexual prop. The instant food is convenient, and he can use it while eating breakfast by stuffing it under the table.After dealing with it, he hurried out, Zian had the illusion of a bowl of semen when he saw the sticky white porridge on the table.

Really disgusting.

But it doesn't matter.

Zi'an moved himself in a rapid rhythm, rubbing the huge and firm meat contained in his body against the entire intestinal wall, and the hot and viscous liquid brought out filaments as it went in and out.The tingling sensation climbed up along the tailbone, he heaved up and down eagerly, panting and shaking, asking for a deeper pleasure.

Mu Chuan rubbed the soft flesh on his inner thighs, kneaded and pulled his nipples, reached into his clothes and stroked his arched and trembling back, clasped the back of Zian's head and pressed down, licked the corners of his lips and bit his. The jaw made a contented sound.

His cock grew hot in the warm tightness, contracting and expanding with occasional jerking jerks.

And between that shrinking and shrinking, Zian can even feel the fullness of the glans, scratching his sensitive spots, the soft intestinal wall can feel the protruding blood vessels, and clearly imagine the ferocity of the genitals.

He screamed in the humid and ambiguous air in the car, opened his buttocks and swallowed by the root to seek deeper stimulation, and slammed into Mu Chuan fiercely.The back acupoint is soft and slippery, the one in front has no one to soothe it, but under the stimulation of hitting the prostate, waves of bright liquid are spit out, bringing out

Zi'an's body is not so soft as it is tough. Soft means powerless, but tough is bursting with full momentum.He checked him out, he was very dangerous and a jerk, he studied in a martial arts school for eight years, and raised two masters in private.One is a scumbag who relies on Zi'an to provide K-fan beauties, and the other is a good teacher with morality and martial arts.

Mu Chuan easily grabbed Zian's ankle, pressed it in front of him, kissed and licked it, and moved it up inch by inch. The rough tongue coating slid across the delicate inner thigh, moving and sucking repeatedly, making Zian tremble slightly.

Zi'an wrapped his hands around Mu Chuan's back, grasped and moved repeatedly but really didn't dare to scratch it. He moaned in Mu Chuan's ear with a broken voice: "Fuck me...fuck me..."

Mu Chuan raised his head and kissed the corners of Zian's eyes, tenderly and tenderly, as carefully as a dragonfly touching water.However, the lower body began to hit fiercely and fiercely, pushing Zi'an against the car window fiercely.

Zian's legs clamped Mu Chuan's waist, and his penis rubbed against Mu Chuan's lower abdomen repeatedly.His back was weak, but he straightened his waist and hips and twisted to meet at the junction of the impact, listening to the sound of the sac bag hitting it.

His ass was already swollen and shiny, and it was a pain and pleasure in the wet buttocks from the impact.This is the case, who can distinguish between pain and pleasure?Who can tell the difference between humiliation and joy?

He is really in pain, and he is also really happy.His hoarse voice was almost speechless, and the corners of his eyes were mixed with tears and sweat.Whoever can pretend will be better at pretending than anyone else.Actress or bitch, in fact, it doesn't matter.

Zi'an moaned with tears in his voice. He was bold and crazy, and he called Mu Chuan's name almost indulgently: "Ah... um..., Mu... Chuan, hurry... hurry up, fuck me, fuck me!"

Under the violent storm, Mu Chuan almost killed him in the car.Bumping, thrusting, penetrating the abdomen, pulling out, going deep.I tried hard to nail Zi'an in.The soft and tight back hole was pierced by him, and it was lingering and tight like holding him back, preventing him from leaving.Zian's whole body was trembling, and the great pleasure suffocated him like a submerged flood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mu Chuan rubbed Zi'an's sensitive parts, feeling the violent trembling of the person under him, and the whimpering begging for mercy.Zian wanted to put his hand on his penis again and again, but Mu Chuan opened it again.He heard Zian's hoarse and lowered begging for mercy: "There... touch... suffer... ah-hmm, I can't stand it..."

The fleshy blade surged and struck like thorns and thorns, giving Zi'an an overwhelming pleasure. Zi'an felt that his convulsed body was about to die, and he could only saliva and tears, and he was a little powerless to say the words of begging for mercy.

He clamped Mu Chuan even tighter with his legs, and his acupoints contracted tightly to wrap him around him.He moved his hands down Mu Chuan's spine, touched his back muscles, pressed them in circles on the tailbone, and applied the wet liquid on the joint.The mouth was slurring obscenity, intermittently without a complete sentence.

Let him cum, let him cum!

Zi'an was driven almost crazy by lust, he had to let him finish shooting before it was his turn.

A hot liquid erupted in his body, Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and the back hole contracted the softened penis.He tilted his head up and leaned against the car window, panting.