There are always so many sexes every day

The author has something to say: there is an email address in the copy, so I won’t post it one by one. The speed of the silver network with a 2G network card is really unbearable. If it is gone, I will post it again.

Well, this article will be updated every other day this week...

It's over, remember to say how you feel cough cough

In fact, I think my writing is quite literary......

Also, don’t want the overlord bird, or you won’t eat meat in the future, heh heh

Thank you for the rocket launcher of Xiao Lala GN, when I saw it suddenly, my heart trembled

Thick and sticky ball column collection, there are too bleak birds~

Hmm... do you think I'm long-winded?I can't control talking too much

Harmony content:

Song Huanhuan was hugged and sat on Murong Ang's body, her trousers were torn, and only the obscene clothes on her upper body were still hanging loosely on her shoulders.

Murong Ang buried his head in gnawing on Song Huanhuan's neck, leaving bloodshot marks one by one.

"hiss……"

Song Huanhuan groaned softly in pain, he suddenly felt wronged, why should he suffer this?

Murong Ang raised his head, looked at Song Huanhuan's wet eyes, and suddenly kissed him at the corner of his eyes.

The rare warmth made Song Huanhuan feel even more uncomfortable. He put his arms around Murong Ang's neck and whispered, "I like you so much, why can't you be nicer to me?"

Murong raised his head sharply, his pupils shrank slightly: "You said... you like me?"

Song Huanhuan sniffed: "If I didn't like you, how could I do those things with you..." Although I didn't make it to the last step...

Murong Ang looked straight at Song Huanhuan, and said after a while: "I'm sorry..."

"...I forgive you..." Song Huanhuan thought, she was really sad, but this man showed weakness, and she forgave him unworthily.

Feeling that the atmosphere was not so scary, Song Huanhuan began to fight for her own rights: "Find me some clothes, you tore them all to pieces, and they are still new."

Murong Ang stopped Song Huanhuan's hand, and said solemnly: "Why do you need to wear clothes?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "Ah?" He forgave him, so the matter is over now?What else does he want to do?

Facts have proved that Song Huanhuan is still too naive.

Only Murong Ang said: "Since you like me, then we can do the rest."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

It took a long time for Song Huanhuan to recover her voice, and complained: "But you didn't say you like me, so I can't continue with you."

Unexpectedly, Murong Ang blushed after hearing this, and Song Huanhuan felt that he was hallucinating.

"You... are you blushing?" Song Huanhuan's eyes widened: "You actually blush?!"

Murong Ang became angry from embarrassment, pinched the back of Song Huanhuan's neck and pulled it closer, and kissed her.

"Well……"

After kissing for a while, Song Huanhuan finally closed her eyes, feeling a little happy. Murong Ang still likes him~

Since you can't hide it, enjoy it.

The two who were just enjoying themselves in the carriage ignored the feelings of the people outside.

With a dark face, Thirteen let the guards and the carriage behind him stand far away, tore off the corners of his clothes and stuffed them into his ears, um, he didn't hear anything about Chacha, and was only focused on driving the carriage.

————— Evil laugh XDDD————

This time, Murong Ang pushed Song Huanhuan gently onto the carriage which was rare this time, and the small table that was swept out just provided ample space for the two of them to exercise.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan closed his eyes, feeling the flame Murong Ang had planted on him.

Murong Ang nibbled on Song Huanhuan's neck lightly, and focused on the collarbone, leaving bruises and purple marks one after another.

"Easy... ah..."

Murong Ang straightened up and took off the last piece of clothing on Song Huanhuan's body.

Seeing that she was naked, but Murong Ang was still tightly wrapped, Song Huanhuan felt a little unbalanced, and raised her limp arms to pick off Murong Ang's clothes.

Murong Ang grabbed Song Huanhuan's hands with one hand, tied the belt on the side and put it on top of his head, then kissed Song Huanhuan's dull face, and said, "It's not convenient in the car, so I'll take it off next time."

Song Huanhuan was struck by lightning, this was his first time!Even if the car was shaking, he still came to tie him up. Is this killing him?

But Murong Ang didn't give him any more chances to struggle, and lowered his head to cover Song Huanhuan's mouth to protest, so as to prevent him from saying any more disappointing words.

Murong Ang stuck out his tongue and stirred Song Huanhuan's mouth back and forth, hooking Song Huanhuan's tongue, making a "tsk, tsk" sound.

Song Huanhuan was so embarrassed that she wished she could faint now.

Murong Ang finally let go of Song Huanhuan before he couldn't breathe, and then kissed down along the fair skin.

Murong Ang lowered his head and licked that piece of chest with his tongue until the water was dripping, then he opened his mouth to enclose the energetic little red bean, licked and gnawed, and held the other one with one hand and rubbed it.

"Um……"

Song Huanhuan unconsciously puffed out her chest, making Murong Angang feel even deeper.

After the two little red beans were swollen, Murong Ang kissed down again.

Song Huanhuan crossed his arms over his eyes, bit his lips to suppress his moan, and the only reason he had was to remind him that he was still in the carriage.

Murong Ang kissed and licked Song Huanhuan's stomach, then raised his head, looked at Song Huanhuan's little thing that had already turned up, and said with a smile: "So energetic..."

Song Huanhuan became angry from embarrassment, and kicked her foot: "Asshole, do you want to do it or not..."

As a little shou, I always make such a low-level but common mistake, kicking and kicking a small attack when making circles, the one who gets hurt will always be myself...

So, Murong Ang caught Song Huanhuan's kick as a matter of course, and pulled his legs further apart, starting from the root of the thigh, leaving marks one after another on his body.

Song Huanhuan's legs were weak after being kissed, and that little bit of arrogance turned into soft fingers.

"Don't...kiss..." The words that came out were soft, and Song Huanhuan felt that he was about to be burned by that evil fire.

Murong Ang kissed himself, kneading the spirited little thing in his hands, and scraping the top from time to time, the little virgin Song Huanhuan soon couldn't stand it and ejaculated.

"Hmm..." The feeling of ecstasy made Song Huanhuan feel like he was floating in the clouds.

Murong Ang pressed a kiss on the corner of Song Huanhuan's mouth, rummaged through the small drawer on the carriage, and took out a small white porcelain bottle.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan was awakened by the foreign object between her buttocks, and she clamped her little butt reflexively.

Murong Ang dipped his finger in the ointment and rubbed it between his buttocks, pressing the tight acupuncture point, and whispered: "Relax..."

Song Huanhuan wanted to vomit blood, how could he relax so easily? !

However, he also knew that the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, so he bit his lip and ignored the fingers exploring in his body as much as possible.

"Hmm..." It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel comfortable either.

Murong Ang patiently groped inside, the warm and soft touch made his desire even stronger.

Soon, there will be room for three fingers in and out.

Song Huanhuan consciously spread her legs apart to make it easier for Murong Ang to move.

Murong Ang lowered his head and kissed Song Huanhuan indiscriminately, the movements of his hands became more intense.

"Hmm~" Song Huanhuan raised her head and said indiscriminately, "Don't...get it...come in..."

Murong Ang couldn't bear it at all, now that he heard this, he couldn't bear it even more.

Then dipped the ointment and wiped it on the mouth of the small hole, and then went straight in.

"Ah..." Song Huanhuan knew that it would be painful for the first time, but she never expected that the tearing pain would be so unbearable, and the little thing who was originally very energetic also became sluggish.

Murong Ang himself didn't feel well, he just entered one head, the opening of the acupuncture point collapsed tightly, without a trace of wrinkle, the non-stop wriggling opening of the acupuncture point made him dizzy, and he wished he could go straight in.

Song Huanhuan raised his arms around Murong Ang's neck, and said softly, "You...you come in lightly..."

Murong Ang kissed his sweat-drenched hair, pressed his fingers on the acupuncture point until he became less tense, and then went in bit by bit.

After finally entering completely, Murong Ang couldn't bear it anymore, he just said sorry and moved.

"Hmm~" Song Huanhuan yelled out in pain, feeling sore and sore there, an indescribable taste.

Following Murong Ang's pumping and thrusting, the ointment originally used to lubricate was squeezed out of the body, and the acupoint became more moist, making this sudden affair smoother.

"Ah...ha...slow down..." Song Huanhuan was turned into a puddle by Murong's head, and his suppressed cry gradually became louder.

Murong Ang didn't think it was enough, he kneaded Song Huanhuan's buttocks with both hands, making the pussy tighter.

Song Huanhuan couldn't bear to shed tears, but in Murong Ang's eyes it aroused his desire even more.

Murong Ang kept pumping and thrusting in the small hole, and he didn't forget to take care of Song Huanhuan's little things.

Song Huanhuan sank into the sea of ​​desire, and after a while, she groaned and ejaculated again.

The moment Song Huanhuan climaxed, the pussy was clamped even tighter, Murong Ang accelerated the speed of pumping and thrusting, and soon ejaculated into Song Huanhuan's body.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan's whole body was sore and limp, and his consciousness was hazy. He only felt a stream of heat rushing into his body, and then he felt a sense of relief.

It should be...it's over...

Murong Ang lay on Song Huanhuan's body and kept kissing him back and forth. Song Huanhuan twisted her body impatiently, and heard a gasp unexpectedly.

The things in his body swelled up again, Song Huanhuan squinted his eyes half-closed and protested: "Untie...get out...go..."

Murong Ang whispered in his ear: "Let's do it again." Before Song Huanhuan could reply, he hugged him and started doing it.

The sudden movement made the thing penetrate deeper into the body, Song Huanhuan gasped, feeling as if her stomach was about to be pierced.

Murong Ang supported Song Huanhuan's waist and pumped him up and down.

"Ah..." Song Huanhuan's hands were still tied around Murong Ang's neck, and she was limp in Murong Ang's arms, unable to do anything except groan.

The little carriage is full of spring love.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted, Song Huanhuan's eyes widened and he lost all strength.

Murong Ang only felt that Song Huanhuan was very comfortable pinching him just now, so he poked him even more vigorously.

Song Huanhuan didn't know when this affair would end, all he could do now was to cooperate with Murong Ang, hoping to get relief early.

"Hmm... um..."

When Murong Ang ejaculated inside Song Huanhuan again, the latter was almost unconscious.

Although Murong Ang didn't vent completely, but looking at Song Huanhuan's appearance, he still felt distressed, so he had to let him rest.

After all, Japan has a long way to go.

Untiing Song Huanhuan's bound hands, there were bruises on her white wrists.

Murong Ang kissed his wrist, and whispered: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan moved his mouth, and soon fell asleep.

Murong Ang suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, he lowered his head and whispered in Song Huanhuan's ear, "I will protect you for the rest of my life..."

Sometimes, you don't need to say it if you like it.

Song Huanhuan woke up faintly, looked at the crimson bed curtain, and was in a daze not knowing what day and night it was.

A strand of hair stuck to her face and it was very itchy. Song Huanhuan wanted to raise her hand to rub it, but found that she couldn't move at all. Not only that, but she was so sore that she wanted to pass out.

Song Huanhuan frowned, and only then did she wake up completely. She had left the team of virgins, although it was the back that broke...

Her throat was sore, her mouth was sore, but there was no one around, Song Huanhuan curled her lips, Murong Ang was a hard scum...

Just when Song Huanhuan was angry, the door was pushed open.

It was Huang Ying who came in.

"Ah, are you awake?" Huang Ying was taken aback by Song Huanhuan's straight eyes, and then looked at him with complicated eyes, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

Song Huanhuan didn't have the energy to take care of Huang Ying's mood now, she opened her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

Huang Ying lowered her head and said, "I'll pour you water..."

The water was lukewarm, Song Huanhuan drank three cups, and her throat didn't feel so uncomfortable.

"thanks……"

Huang Ying shook her head, didn't say anything, just put down the teacup and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Seeing Huang Ying's hesitant expression, Song Huanhuan couldn't help asking, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Huang Ying glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Between you and the leader..."

Song Huanhuan blinked: "What's the matter with us?" He didn't want to hide anything, after all, everyone knew what the quarrel between the two of them meant before, and he asked this simply because he was curious about what Huang Ying meant.

"Actually, after getting along during this time, I can see that you are interested in the leader, and you are not a person who is arrogant..."

Song Huanhuan didn't understand what Huang Ying meant.

Huang Ying helped him cover the quilt, and said: "You and the leader now... I don't want to say anything, I just hope you think about yourself more, so as not to be sad in the future..."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then her heart was filled with emotion. Huang Ying was afraid that Murong Ang would turn into a scumbag and abandon him in the future, so that he would think more about himself...

Song Huanhuan said sincerely: "Thank you, but the situation you think will not happen in the future, and I will definitely not let it happen."

Huang Ying didn't know where Song Huanhuan got her confidence, but she couldn't say anything.

"You rest, I'll make porridge for you."

Song Huanhuan smiled flatteringly: "Thank you for the beautiful, dignified and generous Miss Huang Ying, remember to add more diced meat~"

Huang Ying rolled her eyes at him and went out.

Song Huanhuan was leaning on the pillow, feeling very tired, but her mind was extremely clear. Didn't it mean that after the first time, the one at the top will take good care of the one at the bottom?The bastard Murong Ang didn't even show his face, so he ran away when he wanted to eat it?

Song Huanhuan sighed: "It really is a scum!"

"What scum?" Murong Ang pushed the door open and came in, just in time to hear this sentence.

宋

Huanhuan pouted: "Nothing."

Murong Ang came over, sat down beside the bed naturally, raised his hand to touch Song Huanhuan's forehead, and said, "It didn't burn."

Song Huanhuan complained without shyness at all: "You went too far before!"

Murong Ang said lightly: "In the future there will be more excessive."

Song Huanhuan was dumbfounded, look, look, is this still human?Shouldn't Wen You's considerate little Gong be apologetic?Why is this guy so arrogant? !

Murong Ang thought it was funny seeing him, so he pinched his chin and leaned over to kiss him.

Song Huanhuan, who was attacked by surprise, moaned and groaned, and soon became intoxicated. When the two separated, their faces were abnormally red.

Murong Ang stretched out his hand to pick off Song Huanhuan's clothes, and the latter looked horrified: "Are you still human? I'm already like this and you still want to come?"

Murong Ang had no choice but to say, "I'm giving you medicine." Then he took out a small porcelain bottle.

Song Huanhuan felt that the little bottle looked familiar, it seemed that it was used to lubricate it when it was still in the carriage...

Seeing that Song Huanhuan suddenly became dumbfounded, Murong Ang continued to fight.

Song Huanhuan regained consciousness and stood up to resist: "I will do it myself..."

The resistance was easily suppressed by Murong Ang, Song Huanhuan was stripped naked, and turned over, revealing her white, tender and gray buttocks, with the fingerprints left by Murong Ang on it.

Murong Ang rubbed Song Huanhuan's butt in a good mood, until the latter protested dissatisfied, then he got serious and began to take medicine.

Song Huanhuan buried herself in the quilt in embarrassment and indignation, cursing Murong Ang in her heart that she would never lift up again!

After going through a very disharmonious application of medicine, Song Huanhuan's little strength just accumulated was also used up, and she let Murong Ang put on clothes and cover him with a quilt all over her body softly.

Murong Ang said calmly, "Heal well."

Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes at him, and thought to himself that as long as you don't miss my young master's ass anymore, this injury will heal soon!

However, it is really comfortable to take medicine~

Song Huanhuan felt better, and her mood wasn't so bad anymore.

Huang Ying quickly brought over the porridge, which was filled with a lot of chopped and boiled diced meat. Song Huanhuan drooled and thought it was wise to hug Huang Ying's thigh!

Naturally, Huang Ying didn't dare to disturb the leader, so she went out quickly.

Song Huanhuan, who gained strength after resting for so long, snatched the small bowl from Murong Ang's hand, and ate happily by herself.

The latter's face was darkened and his expression was ugly.

Song Huanhuan sneered boldly: "I'm not that weak, so I don't need you to feed me, and it's not that I can't move my hands, hehe..."

Murong Ang narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you weak? Huh?"

When Song Huanhuan saw his expression, he immediately tightened his chrysanthemum, put the bowl into his hand, and smiled flatteringly: "I'm running out of strength, please feed me."

Murong Ang suddenly couldn't laugh or cry

, but also honestly feed up.

Although Song Huanhuan felt that this was very hypocritical, the pink bubbles in her heart burst out one after another, and she asked the leader to feed her, hehehehe... she laughed wretchedly in her heart.

Such a little food must not be full, but Murong Ang didn't bring him any food, he just said: "You take a rest, I will call you at dinner time."

Song Huanhuan was really sleepy, and she was uncomfortable, so she didn't refuse.

Murong Ang helped Song Huanhuan lie down, let him lean in, and rolled himself onto the bed.

Song Huanhuan's chrysanthemum tightened again: "What are you doing here?"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "You are quite courageous now, dare to talk to me like that, huh?"

Song Huanhuan blinked, ah, a little carried away...

But Murong Ang didn't say any more, just said: "Go to sleep quickly."

Song Huanhuan closed her eyes obediently, and whispered after a while, "I'm not arrogant because of favors, I'm just very happy..."

"...Sleep."

In the end, Song Huanhuan was still worried. Although Murong Ang liked him now, and he was not the kind of person who would change his mind, who knows what will happen in the future?If anything, would he be the one left behind?

Song Huanhuan was thinking wildly, but was suddenly embraced by Murong Ang: "Don't think wildly."

Song Huanhuan sighed, slipped into Murong Ang's arms again, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When Song Huanhuan woke up again, he was alone on the bed, and candles were lit in the room.

Song Huanhuan sat up with her arms propped up. Apart from the pain in her butt, everything else is fine.

Song Huanhuan felt grief and indignation, with such a strong adaptability, could it be that he was really crushed?

The little assassin was lying on the table and didn't know what to do. Seeing that Song Huanhuan finally woke up, he said happily, "You finally woke up."

"What time is it now?"

"It's almost time, you slept for a long time."

Song Huanhuan smacked her lips, no wonder her neck was so sore, she had indeed slept long enough.

The little assassin said: "You go down first, and I'll get you something to eat."

Song Huanhuan nodded, put on a piece of clothes, got out of bed, and walked a few steps slowly.

The little assassin came back soon, "The leader specially ordered this to be made in the kitchen. It has been kept warm and suitable for you to eat." There was a bit of teasing in his words.

Song Huanhuan touched her nose in embarrassment, pretending not to hear.

The stools in the room were covered with soft cushions, and Song Huanhuan was very satisfied. Although Murong Ang sometimes had a bad temper, he was generally a good match~

"Where are we now?"

The little assassin shook his head: "I don't know either. The leader said he would stay here for two days. Let's go out for a walk when you are well."

Song Huanhuan nodded, he really didn't take a good look around

In the ancient streets, the time when "beauty" was rescued by a hero does not count!

The little assassin was sitting opposite Song Huanhuan, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Does this hurt?"

"Pfft—" Song Huanhuan spat.