A Train Named Evil

Playing with his hair: "Do as you like, don't keep thinking about what I like."

"It's not just for you. I've been thinking about this for a while." Wu Fengrong rested his chin on his shoulder. He didn't need to speak loudly, and Zhou Yanling could hear him: "First of all, it is indeed There is no room for improvement. I am not taking the management route. Without background connections, it is difficult to get to the top to become an official. If you take the technical route, it is nothing more than seniority, and it will end after a few years of evaluation. Second, If I’m transferred to the office to write materials, I can’t do it. Then what’s the point of still working here? I don’t want to be an official, it’s meaningless to be an official, I have to declare my property, and I have to be cautious about my private life.”

Zhou Yan laughed when he listened to his nagging.It is very difficult for both of them to be cautious in their private life.

He even felt that he was very satisfied to hear Wu Fengrong speak like this.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to see if I can be transferred to the station to manage the dispatching and operation. I want to go to the high-speed rail station. Although the green leather train is sentimental, high-speed rail is the development trend in the future. We must keep up with the times and learn more new things. .”

Zhou Yanling turned his face away, the lips of both of them were baked a bit dry.Kissing each other's lips was uncomfortable, Wu Fengrong licked Zhou Yanling's lips with the tip of his tongue, kissed him only when it was wet, bit his upper lip, hard for a while, and the two of them not only moistened their lips, but also breathed hard. Can't wait to stick together.Zhou Yanling's pupils were deep and solid, chewing up the golden fire light, and his eyes formed a pool of sparkling stars.

"When the sun rises tomorrow morning, Rong Rong, I will still think of you now." Zhou Yanling said: "When we are old and I want to let go, I will also think of you now. You are here In my heart, it will always be like this, always young, handsome, unrestrained, sexy, and always in prime of life."

Wu Fengrong buried his face in the socket of his chin and smiled secretly.He raised his head for a long time without hiding the corners of his mouth, showing a naughty expression.

"You mean you love me?"

"When I say that I am willing to give you my heart, I am saying that I love you."

Wu Fengrong bit his earlobe with a bite: "You still talk like an insurance seller, with a set of suits and sore teeth. I don't want to eat your set, what is always in full bloom, that is the thousand-year king 8 years Goblins only grow into one look."

He talked and laughed by himself, and Zhou Yanling also laughed with him.

The door of the compartment was closed, the temperature continued to rise, and the fire from the boiler baked a layer of sweat on the neck.Wu Fengrong sniffed the inside of the turtleneck sweater and kissed him on the shoulder.Zhou Yanling also let him toss, with one hand to support him in case he accidentally touched the boiler, and one hand was held by Wu Fengrong, there was no extra space.Wu Fengrong muttered vaguely in his sweater.

"Do it. It's almost bedtime, and nobody's coming."

26. I won't tell you like this

Can only do it standing up.But standing also has its advantages. Zhou Yanling likes to push people against the wall, working from bottom to top. This posture is the easiest to make people cry. If you go deep enough, the one who bears it will soon be unbearable. The pleasure is also great.He reached out to untie Wu Fengrong's pants, his dry and warm hands went in along the edge of the underwear, and grabbed Wu Fengrong's half-hard penis in the palm of his hand, Wu Fengrong snorted lowly, and spread his legs wider so that he could serve him with his hands .

Zhou Yanling masturbated slowly, he deliberately lengthened the rhythm, just wanting to be gentle.Wu Fengrong's facial features relaxed, and the expression on his face was removed, as if he was a different person. Zhou Yanling thought to himself, the pressure is still too much at ordinary times, and the nerves are tense, and making love is only a relaxation.He suddenly squatted down, poked his head into the spacious sweater, and opened his mouth to put something in it.

Wu Fengrong trembled and almost lost his footing.When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sweater on his lower abdomen covered half of his head, propping up his abdomen, as if it had enlarged his stomach.This thought made his waist tremble, and his penis became hard and painful.

Zhou Yanling was a little supportive when half of it was contained.Wu Fengrong's size is not small, he buried his head deeper, and licked along the crevices carefully, his pouch was heavy, and he was a veritable youth.Wu Fengrong put his hand on the back of his head, stroking him gently, panting and barking like a kitten that needs to be nursed: "Umm...don't worry, take it easy...slow down, you're going to kill me... ..."

Zhou Yanling's throat is tight and narrow, flexible and flexible. Wu Fengrong has been served by many people, and he has to admit that this is the best technique.Saliva dripped on Wu Fengrong's trousers, and the taste in his mouth was pungent and strong, all enclosed in the space surrounded by trousers and sweater, Zhou Yanting stiffened, making his head uncomfortable.Wu Fengrong stepped on his crotch with one foot, gently crushed his crotch and rubbed it.He made a difficult swallowing motion, changing position, from squatting to kneeling, and the foot almost killed him.

Zhou Yanling closed his eyes and poked it deep in his throat cruelly. Wu Fengrong's gasping sound came, and the strength of the hand pressing on his head increased significantly, and the speed of pumping and thrusting also increased. Wu Fengrong took the initiative in the second half, and Zhou Yanling Just open his mouth and be teased by him.He instinctively swallowed the semen.Wu Fengrong kissed his chin, before he could catch his breath, his eyes were frighteningly bright: "It's so fucking comfortable, I love you to death." Zhou Yanling was a little complacent, the man's vanity was satisfied to the greatest extent, Wu Fengrong's eyes were too emotional , almost got him carried away.

They kissed non-stop, mouth to mouth never parting.I don't know how many times I took off my clothes and dawdled in kisses.Wu Fengrong was in a good mood, Zhou Yanling played with his nipples, biting and licking, his chest was itchy and there was nowhere to hide, his face was like a peeled pomegranate.

"Don't bully me." He deliberately opened Zhou Yanling's hand, saying it was hitting rather than touching.

Zhou Yanling also laughed: "How dare I bully you? It's too late for me to please you." After finishing speaking, he hesitated a little, took Wu Fengrong's hand and touched his waist: "Do you want to..." Before he finished speaking, One hand has been retracted.

"No, no! I don't have the time to serve you."

Zhou Yanling kissed his fingers and put them into his mouth one by one.His mouth was wet, and he held hands and poked behind Wu Fengrong.There is no lubricant to use here, so I can only take the most stupid way.Wu Fengrong stared at him with his eyes open. He had never done foreplay for himself before. His hands were thick and the calluses were thick and hard. Zhou Yanling still looked at him with a smile, and stared at him to comfort himself.

The train conductor was half angry, half angry, bowing his head and wishing he could bury his face in his bangs.This is considered shy, with a unique style.Zhou Yanling was so angry that it was useless to recite any sutras, so he pulled his fingers away, tore off the cover, put it on, and helped himself to insert it.Wu Fengrong clasped his shoulders and squeezed the two halves of his buttocks together nervously. Only one end of the thing came in, and the two made unbearable nasal sounds at the same time.

They're all old players, and it's like a young boy's first experience.

The deep part of the intestinal tract was hot and melting, and it was the prostatic fluid leaked from Wu Fengrong's front that flowed to the back to provide lubrication.The walls of the intestines are rich in spring water, and even the outlets are wet, and the intersections are dripping with water, and the insides are layered and intertwined, smashed into a soft and rotten fruit puree.Sensitive point followed by rough chiseling, all kinds of thinking and tossing, the turtle's head was pressed against the tender meat ring, Wu Fengrong frowned, his eyes were absent-minded, his buttocks were trembling, and he still didn't forget to hold it. Swallow him in the anus.

He felt that it was coming soon, and he didn't want to climax so easily, so he abruptly stopped and changed his position—turning his back to let someone come in from behind.

Zhou Yanling was worried about him: "Does it hurt?" Wu Fengrong shook his head, Zhou Yanling turned his head around and kissed, the random kiss was unclear, the mouth was like a small red iron clip, and a kiss was branded. Son, another kiss will burn his internal organs.

Wu Fengrong's head was dizzy from the kiss, and he couldn't turn his thoughts slowly. His eyes stared at the white wallboard in a daze, and he asked without thinking: "Am I better than those flowers and plants you used to?"

Zhou Yanling was both funny and distressed, biting his neck while stabbing his prostate.Wu Fengrong screamed.

"I'm afraid I'll dislike you, huh?"

Wu Fengrong's back rubbed against his chest, and coquettishly complained: "Umm...you only bully me...what's the point?" The stimulation of the prostate made him almost ejaculate, and the penis was straight, a stream There was a stream of water, and he simply pouted his hips, shaking out layers of fleshy waves: "Come again... Yanling... right there... Come again... give it to me again..."

The inside was already sore to the waist and eyes, and the intestinal wall was so numb that he almost lost consciousness.Zhou Yanling's hand suddenly reached out to his front to pick the ejaculatory hole, the stimulation from both sides combined, the feeling was so strong that he was about to lose control.Wu Fengrong's eyes were red, how could there be time to escape?As soon as he raised his hips, a short stream of semen splashed out from his penis, and his soul was also thrown into the sky, only a breathless sigh came out of his throat.It's really three souls without seven souls.

Wu Fengrong regained his strength, his vision was still blurred, a small firefly flew towards him from far and near in a daze, and then flew away after a while.He raised his hand to catch it, someone hugged him behind him, wiped his buttocks and thighs indiscriminately, put on his trousers, sweater and jacket neatly, Wu Fengrong was still thinking about that bug, and felt strange, where did the firefly come from this day? ?

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhou Yanling lighting a lamp.The small gas lamp next to the stove could not be seen under the white electric lamp, because the lit light was yellow, like a jumping bug.