【狂连】Taiyin

The belly of the Taiyin Empress was not very visible at the beginning, but after five months, it was only slightly swollen, and there was no change in other places. Her wrists, legs and feet were still very slender. Wearing loose clothes, she stood with her hands behind her back. She still has a good figure and good looks. When others saw her, they all marveled that the queen was not pregnant, and was very light. Thinking of the lunar blood, she was really different from ordinary pregnant women. Only he could feel it. Under the outer robe, the extra length of the belt that tied the inner garment was indeed decreasing day by day, and the weight of the waist and abdomen was falling on his spine day by day, and the pain became more and more obvious.

From July to October, the impatiens in the palace bloom bright red, igniting the flames all over the place.

This Impatiens flower is also known as one of women's natural cosmetics. It is crushed, wrapped in leaves, applied on the fingers, and then peeled off, the nails also turn into a petal-like delicate red.

When the weather is fine, the maids and officials in the palace enthusiastically spread gauze under the flowers, collect the fallen flowers, and go back to dye their nails.

It's just that someone didn't know who brought a small pile of crushed fresh impatiens to the queen's palace, where they were placed on the small table on the couch in the inner room, packed in small blue and white porcelain jars, and covered with lids. Covered, Emperor Huang came to visit Yimulian, the two sat together, Emperor Huang thought that the jar was filled with sweet and sour green plums that go with tea, and when he opened it, he discovered that the small white bowl was full of charming green plums. of spring.

He looked at the color of the flower pulp for a while, then turned around and said with Yimulian:

"Since there is such a thing, how about I dye your nails today, too?"

Yimulian subconsciously looked at his hands, and when he thought about the scene, he blushed and said, "That's inappropriate."

Hearing this, Emperor Huang suddenly grabbed his slender ankle and said:

"Then dye it here."

Yimulian was grabbed by his ankle and lost his balance. When he fell backwards, he subconsciously struggled twice, but because of the weight of his abdomen, he couldn't do this movement, so he had to lie on his back on the bed. Next, his bent calves stretched out naturally and rested on his knees.

Emperor Huang supported him with one hand, and saw that he closed his eyes, turned his face to the left, his cheeks hadn't been painted with rouge, his legs rubbed against his own legs nervously and convulsively, he was wearing white Half of the sock was rubbed off, exposing the thin ankle bone, and there was a shallow, round depression embedded in it.

He stroked the depression with his thumb, took off his socks in a leisurely manner, and saw that his naturally sharp, smooth nails were taut, and the clear shape of five thin bones emerged on the white feet.

In the small mother-of-pearl cabinet next to the bed, he found gauze, small scissors, held a small brush, dipped the flower paste in the small porcelain bowl, and carefully applied it on his feet.

——He was still nervous, being held in his palm, still trembling a little, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were wet, the corners of his eyes were a thin piece of blurred red, his knees were close together, his whole body was a little hairy Stiff, as if being touched by him for the first time, let himself be disposed of without moving.

So good.

Yimulian felt that the toes were slightly wet and cool, crispy and itchy, and on a hot heart, it was like being brushed by a soft brush, back and forth, every stroke seemed to tease the sensitive flesh and blood.

He quietly opened his eyes, but he didn't dare to look at them openly. He saw Huang leaning over in front of him, drawing with a pen, his eyes serious, his movements gentle and meticulous to the extreme. Such a scene cannot be described. lingering.

After a while, Huang finally stopped writing, held his ankle again, stroked it, and said:

"It looks good."

"It's been so long, I still didn't expect..." Yimulian lay on his back, holding his wrist, and stroking his wrist bone with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Huangdi still has such a romantic attitude." ability."

Huang listened, but didn't answer, just stretched out his hand to his waist, helped him up, put his ears on him, and said softly:

"Then you should come and see the fruit of this skill."

Yimulian lowered his head, and saw that the nails were moist and red, with a few wisps of petals that hadn't been removed, like red plums falling in white snow, weird and beautiful.

He raised his head slightly, kissed his lips, smiled, and commented: "...the workmanship is good."

After saying this, he didn't go any further. Although the face was close to the face, the lips were only gently rubbed against the corners of the other's lips. They rubbed against each other slowly, like a dragonfly touching water. It was a very familiar, skillful, and well-known movement. , just enough to arouse lust, but not too much.

Huang also turned his head and kissed him back for a while, then gradually moved down from the side of the cheek, along the chin, and landed on his neck.

Yimulian felt that his neck was moist, he was like being shrouded in a thick summer mist, staying peacefully in the heat generated by the contact between his breath and his skin, a little bit dizzy.Huang tasted his neck with his own lips and tongue, before he could feel the slight tremor of the blood vessels underneath, as if a butterfly was buried under the thin skin, and a very faint smell filled his nostrils .

This is something exclusive to Yimulian. It seems that his unique logo cannot be smelled from a polite distance. It can only be felt as close as it is now. It is a mixture of grass leaves, cool The sweet taste of the wind.

On him, this kind of sweetness has also become concrete, not only can be smelled with the nose, but can also be tasted with the tip of his passionate and calm tongue. Huang licks his skin, feeling as if he is treating him as a Taste a freshly peeled fruit, he is already too familiar with his body, of course he knows how to eat him in order to taste the best taste, knowing which parts are the best, the sweetest, and the most juicy.

The first is the neck, collarbone, shoulders,.

Huang is in these places, slowly pacing with his lips, covering his body with his breath, leaving transparent and colorless traces, as if a male animal is swearing the sovereignty of the territory.

He slowly tore off his clothes, untied his belt, and watched the shiny and introverted high-quality silk peel off layer by layer, revealing a plump, white, and round belly.

Yimulian's elbow moved back and forth, covering it intentionally or unintentionally, Huang knew that he was shy, and was very considerate, he didn't block his movements, and didn't say a word, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

But his eyes fell on his stomach, looking at the bulging arc, and seeing his evasive eyes, afraid of looking directly at him, his cheeks were light pink, and even the roots behind his ears were red.

In Huang's heart at this moment, he was really happy, extremely happy.

The most ecstasy is still elsewhere.

Huang reached into the hem of his clothes with one hand, stroking the bare, smooth flesh between his legs.

Yimu Lian squinted at him, his eyes were already teased with love, and he said in a low voice:

"Right now, probably, not yet..."

He was pushing him back, but with his own legs—legs closed together, gripping his hands.Put two palms in your knees and shake them.

His toes curled up beside his well-dressed legs, looking pitiful, nimble, and pale.

It had been months since they had penetrated into each other's bodies, connected seamlessly as one.

It would be bearable if they were scattered in two places and not seeing each other, but now, this is obviously not the case.

Yimulian also knows that after a long time, once he gets close to him, touched by him like this, every pore on his body will cry out, wanting him to do more things.

Therefore, three points of his "no way" is true, and the remaining seven points are mixed with a sense of refusal and welcome.

As Yimulian said this, he felt that Huang's hand stopped for a moment, then lifted up, and gently brushed against his belly:

"The month is enough."

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you do it."

He raised his head, with mist in his eyes, looked at him blankly, and frowned again, which meant hesitating and restless.

However, from such a pair of eyes, Huang could read an expression of great desire and anticipation. His back was arched inward, his waist was straightened forward, his eyes were looking upwards, and his whole body stretched into a very low bow. .

——Whether the arrow on the string is tight or loose, whether it is ready to go, or loose and decadent, is determined by Huang's instructions.

Huang stretched out his hand, and pinched Yimulian's waist gently.

He was pinched, and his voice leaked out, and it became a soft, sweet and sticky moan, which was quickly withdrawn from his throat.

The bowstring tightened again.

The desire was contained in that voice, and it couldn't be contained anymore, it was about to overflow.

It's so cute.

Xiaotengshang, the place is small, after rubbing ears and temples together for a while, the whole body is boiling hot, and gradually I feel that I can't use my hands and feet.

With a continuous glance, he felt that the whole person suddenly rose into the air, was hugged by him horizontally, and turned a corner.

He was half-naked in his arms, with the hem of his clothes hanging down. When he was walking, he danglingly licked the front of his slender legs, one ear was pressed against his chest, and his teeth bit one of his Listening to his heartbeat, he was afraid that his weight would increase his grip. He was a little flustered, but he was reluctant to let it go, and said vaguely:

"So relieved?"

Huang also stopped, stopped, bent down, and whispered in his ear:

"Just do it from the back."

"..."

"I've asked the doctor, it's fine."

"Then I have no choice but to..."

Yimulian put his arms around his shoulders, turned his face, and said with a light smile,

"Respect is worse than obedience."

He knew that he trusted him completely, obeyed him willingly, knew his proportion, restraint, and tenderness.

"only......"

His legs dangled from his arms, and the henna juice on his feet was not completely dry, and it was cool.

He raised his chin, pointed to his feet, and continued with a smile:

"If these freshly dyed nails are scratched, I'm afraid it's not a waste of your majesty's hard work..."

Huang Wenyan glanced at him, but didn't comment, just hugged him and left, put him to sit on the edge of the bed, pulled his remaining belt, and stripped him clean, undressed, like a gift finally exposed Only then did he reply slowly:

"Then let it be ruined."

He was neatly dressed and sitting in front of him, caressing the ruddy and obedient baby that was dormant between his legs for him.

"I'll paint it for you later."

"Farewell..." He slowly moved over by himself, sat on his lap, felt the trembling electric current under his body, stretched out his hand, and carefully stripped off his clothes, and buried him in his lap. In the nest of the neck, whispered.

"If I come here every time, the cleaning maids will think I'm really troublesome."

His hands climbed up Huang's back and touched the solid and slender bones of the real dragon. His hand was brushed by something like silk, it was his silky and cool hair, blowing over the back of his fingers like a cool breeze. .

He was so caressed by him that he gasped, happiness surged up in waves, and the moans couldn't be suppressed, and they spilled out finely, like broken and wet petals falling between the toes.

Huang's thumb pressed against the small hole at the top, and wiped off a little bit of transparent, sticky ejaculation that flowed out.

Yimu was trembling even his teeth, and he stretched out his hand to loosen his hair.

The black hair draped over his shoulders, and then slid down to his chest like a stream of water, mixing with his own hair, entangled with each other, no distinction between you and me.

Yimu Lian was kneeling forward, his knees sunk deeply into the soft mattress.

Huang covered his body with his body, like a sky against the ground, with his chest against his back, stretched out his hand from behind, and plucked his two nipples.

He could feel the small bumps and granules on the top, rubbing them with his index finger and thumb, making these two small granules swollen and hot.With a slight movement of his hand, this pair of small and flexible flesh granules rebounded from between his fingers, standing sharply.

His burgeoning thing is shallowly embedded in the narrow buttocks, sliding slowly.

His buttocks are upright and smooth, and the area around his waist is sunken, holding a swollen, wet, and slowly moving penis, like a small white bowl, no matter how it shakes, They are all in full swing.

It fits perfectly, and the tacit understanding is incredible.

It is such small details that make Huang feel that he loves him.

I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was because his thick and hard thing was too energetic and spit out a lot of lust, or because I was too eager and my body had already responded automatically.

Huang moved a little distance away from him, lowered his head, and saw:

——His groin, between the heels of his legs and between his buttocks, was shiny and wet.

It is indeed troublesome.

Before entering, the henna juice on the feet covered the bed, like red plums rolling down the bed.

The bed curtain was pulled down, and through the cloudy gauze, these bright red marks fell on the wide bed, faintly, like the blood of a virgin.