【狂连】Taiyin

After the grand ceremony, there were several days in succession, with cloud and rain every night.

After the two knew the joy of doing this with each other, they felt inseparable, as if a traveler in a bitter and hot land saw a sweet spring, drinking heavily could not quench his thirst, and hated that he could only walk with him.

Not long after they got married, they haven't figured out how to get along with each other, but they know each other's bodies very thoroughly.

Everyone talks about husband and wife respecting each other as guests, concubines and concubines and lovers should be upside down.The emperor and empress are different, they are also very young, with strong physical strength, and when they are passionate, they don't know day and night.

It's a pity that the emperor's couple, unlike ordinary people, did not last long. Once the happy first few days passed, there were a lot of trivial matters waiting to go away in the previous court, which drained a lot of energy and left less time for private affairs. Just stay in the study, or your own bedroom, unable to see.

Yimulian stayed alone in the harem, and he didn't have much to do, because when he was a courtier, he had few chances to enter the palace, and he was not familiar with the layout of the palace, so he walked around everywhere, and he thought it was troublesome for the attendants to follow him. , together with refusal.

The palace city is divided into the vestibule and the rear palace. The front palace is solemn and solemn, but the rear palace is a different scene. It draws a river from outside to flow in, dug out gullies, and twists and turns to create many branches.

Yimulian was bathed in the sun and in a good mood, so he couldn't help but walk slowly and watch carefully.

It is the late spring season, the two sides are flanked by roads, the vegetation is colorful and splendid, and there are various palaces and other courtyards hidden in it, faintly appearing, which is too beautiful to behold.

He saw a row of palace gates and walls closed tightly, and there was no sound inside the walls. He remembered that this was the place where the former emperor's concubines lived. Now that the late emperor has passed away, naturally those concubines have moved out. People live again.

Although there are no beautiful people inside the wall, the spring can't stop him - he saw a willow flower sticking out of the wall, hanging softly, fresh and charming, and he was interested, and was about to reach out to pick one off, but he heard the voice of someone talking at the corner. Looking like two cleaning ladies on duty, they stopped unconsciously, and heard a discussion in their ears:

"Look at such a good place in the palace, it has been empty for a long time, how long does it take for new people to live in?"

"Why are you so anxious, the emperor just got married not long ago."

"Having said that, to be an emperor, you don't have to be alone with the empress. Even a reckless farmer in the village will want to marry a few more when the fields are harvested. Let alone a family like the emperor? Look at the late emperor. How many palaces?"

"This emperor is also strange. I heard that when he was the crown prince, the late emperor arranged marriages for him. He chose many noble ladies, but he didn't like them. The late emperor chose the next best thing, and picked a few beautiful women to serve as servants in the prince's mansion. Concubines, he agreed to accept them, but it is said that they were placed in the mansion to be kept as offerings, but they didn't touch them, and after a while, they let them go out separately—that made the late emperor very angry."

"From this point of view, our current emperor is not a lustful person."

"Let me tell you quietly, I've heard rumors that the emperor and the empress have been inseparable since they got married, and the people who serve outside can't get in for more than half of the time."

"The Queen of Taiyin?" One of the voices hesitated, "I don't serve in the inner palace, and I haven't seen her face. People who have met say that she is really beautiful, but she can be seen as a man. According to you, if the emperor doesn't Such a woman, could it be..." The voice lowered, "But the south wind?"

"I've never heard of such rumors about him and other men, and the Prince's residence never keeps male guests."

"It's strange. I don't know how charming this Queen of Taiyin is, and she can fascinate the emperor."

"Hush." ​​One person said, "Although there is no one around here, you have to pay attention to your mouth and don't say anything."

"That's right, let's get to work."

The sound of the broom sweeping the fallen leaves sounded again, and Yimulian stood behind the wall, feeling a lot of mixed feelings in his heart—surprise and joy, worry and shame, it was hard to describe.After the two of them finished sweeping the fallen leaves on the steps, the sound of their footsteps gradually moved away, and Yi Mulian appeared from behind the corner, walking back slowly, feeling numb in both hands and feet.

"Queen!"

He heard a clear female voice calling from a distance, and turned to see a girl running towards him happily—it was Yingcao, the maid in his palace.

——It turned out that Yimulian was playing in the harem, although he declined the company of the attendants, Yingcao was worried after all, fearing that the harem was too big and he was not familiar with it, so he secretly brought a few people out and followed him from a distance , who has been following closely, but was lost by him walking along just now. He was looking around like a headless chicken, and finally saw him appearing from the bottom of the wall. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then let go of his heart. Here comes the burden.

"Yingcao lost the queen just now, and she was very worried," she said, "If something happens to the queen, it will be our fault."

As he spoke, he wanted to come up to help.

Yimu Lian subconsciously moved away slightly, Yingcao tied her hands in an unembarrassed manner, standing in place, at a loss.

Only then did he come back to his senses, and to ease the atmosphere, he smiled and said, "It's just a casual walk, what could happen?"

"The wives and ladies of other courtiers and noble families often come to the palace to enjoy the scenery." Yingcao said, "However, the ladies are all delicate and expensive, and they will get tired after walking for a long time and need the help of maids. If you go further, you can It will be pulled away with a bullock cart."

She glanced up and down, and praised:

"I've watched the queen walk for a long time, but my steps are brisk and I don't feel tired."

Yi Mu Lian heard her talking about other noble women, seeing the empty gardens around her, remembering what she just heard, her heart sank slightly, and she felt bored.

Yingcao had a clever mind, saw his expression change slightly, thought for a while, then shut up and persuaded:

"If the empress is tired of traveling, it's better to go back to the palace to rest."

Yimu was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Is it possible to go boating by Zitang Lake now?"

"In late spring and early summer, the lake is a good time for lotus flowers to bloom. In the palace, there is a boat maid of the aquatic family who is on duty every day." Yingcao said, "Does the queen want to go?"

Yimulian nodded: "You take me there."

I thought to myself, I can't sit still in the room, so it's better to go to the lake to blow a breeze, so as to relieve my annoyance.

Zitang Lake is a large lake in the palace, with winding rivers and water from all directions, all of which flow into it. The willows beside the lake and the fields of lotus leaves in the water are so beautiful.There were a few small boats parked in the bay, tied to the stakes with delicate reins, and the handsome boat maiden was standing under the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool.

Yimu Lian got on the boat and sat in the belly of the boat. The boat lady untied the rope and was about to push off with a pole, but the stern of the boat sank. She looked intently.

He froze for a moment, and was about to speak when Huang took a step forward and said to the boat lady:

"Get off the boat and give me the pole."

The boat lady was startled and hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty is not familiar with boats. There are deep places in the water. I'm not joking. Let me do it."

Wasteland:

"You just step back, I know how to measure."

Now that he had said that, the boat lady dared not disobey, so she got off the boat and drove away from the shore, and the two of them passed through the overlapping lotus leaves and slid towards the center of the lake, leaving only a few people behind. Worrying on the shore.

"How do you know I'm here?"

"I just came back from the meeting hall, and I was thinking of going to see you." Huang looked at the moist ripples on the water, and said unhurriedly, "Passing your palace, I saw a maid running back from outside in a hurry. I told you that you were by Zitang Lake, so I found it."

Yimu Lian sighed: "The emperor has been very busy recently."

Huang grasped the pole in his hand, turned to look at him: "I haven't been with you for a long time, what do you think?"

Yimulian's face was hot, but he didn't speak.

When the boat reached the middle of the lake, Huang threw the boat's pole on the deck of the boat, entered the belly of the boat, sat beside Yimulian, put one hand on his neck, stroked with two fingers, and brushed the thin hairs on the back of his neck with his fingertips, making intimate road:

"Is there really nothing to say?"

Then he lowered his head and kissed her, her lips pressed against each other, but she didn't penetrate deeply, she just held her lips and sucked slightly, but it also made the other party react, and slightly relaxed her jaw—the tip of her tongue poked out from between the cool and slippery teeth, actively licking his lips.

"Of course I miss you."

This time Yimulian finally let go, with a muffled voice in his throat, he uttered this sentence vaguely, not very clearly, but to the ears of those who cared, it was like a spark in the hot and clear sky, ignited and exploded.Huang hugged him tightly with one hand, loosened his clothes with the other hand, and touched the hot skin on his body.He touched his chest again, pinched the firm nipple, and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips. Hearing a muffled grunt, his body tensed up and straightened up.

He let go of him slowly, his arms slid down to wrap around Yimulian's waist, his two thumbs were stuffed into the hot meaty pit on the side of his tailbone, his chin was resting on the dimple of his neck, suspended in a breath An illusory thread whispered in his ear:

"Where do you want..."

As he spoke, he went to bite his earlobe, biting that small square of tender flesh. This earlobe was bright red with a little sunlight behind him, and his body was already full of vitality, but he was only bound in his trousers, and he hadn't yet freed himself.

Yimulian panted for a while, then reached out to grab his penis, held it in the palm of his hand, and stuck it to his own.Pressing on his hot lower abdomen, he rubbed vigorously, and the place where he rolled was wet and shiny.

The corners of his eyes were crimson, his eyes were bright, his body was hot, his color was pink like spring water falling into a peach blossom, quite charming, he raised his eyelids lightly, and stared at him.

——After so many days, his eyes are unconsciously coquettish when he sees people, and his glance is full of lust.

Huang hugged him and sat on his lap, with his chest pressed against his back, and pressed his hands on his chest, slowly picking up the two small pieces of bright red meat, flicking them with his fingernails, feeling it pressed against his fingertips, flicking and flicking of.

He also saw his penis slipping up from the gap between Yimulian's thighs from bottom to top, and was wrapped in the tender flesh on the side of his legs. His knees were closed, and he rubbed back and forth a few times. Both of them were completely shaken by the stimulation. His hairs stood on end, and he was extremely happy.

The boat swayed, the water splashed and trembled, and hiding in the cabin to do such things in broad daylight added a bit of shady fun.

After a while, they all shot.

Huang paused for a while, looked down and saw Yimulian was panting slightly, his lips were rosy and swollen all around, like rouge that had been applied too far.

He bent down, then reached out to untie the loose clothes on his body.

Before Yimulian could understand it, it rolled out of his clothes like a piece of paper-wrapped candy, lying on the board of the boat, with a clear view.

Being stared straight at by the person in front of him, he felt ashamed and anxious, so he could only slightly bend his legs, cover it with his hands, close his eyes and say:

"This is a ship..."

He felt his hands groping on his lower abdomen, gradually reaching into his buttocks, starting from his groin, gently kneading and slowly twisting around that pussy, he mustered up the courage to lift a line of eyelids - he was seeing his crotch come back and stand up , and his face became more and more red.

"...Do you want to capsize the boat?

The words were words of refusal, but the tone of voice was half-truth and half-false. If it wasn't a serious call to stop, it would have another meaning in the ears of those who cared.

Huang kissed him on the cheek and said:

"I'll do it lightly."

Fingers on one side penetrated into the tight pussy, the knuckles bent slightly to scrape the inner wall, the place was already very soft due to the previous flirting, not long after, another finger went in, and gradually the movement was very tight Refreshing, poofing sound.

He lowered his head and used his fingers to thrust him in, and his upper head leaned over to touch his lips and tongue. When kissing, the pussy tightened even more, swallowed his fingers, and sucked deeper into it, making him gasp slightly even when kissing. I can't wait to change something into it immediately.

He just withdrew his fingers and put the thing between his legs.Yimulian stretched out his hand and pushed his shoulder, his face was on fire, and he said in a soft voice:

"I... my back hurts."

Huang snorted and slapped his ass:

"turn around."

Yimu Lian turned over, fell in the cabin, knelt on knees, arms folded, supporting the plank, neck lowered, head buried between arms, thin and smooth hair sparsely draped over one shoulder .

Huang was behind him, bent down and looked at him carefully.

Sure enough, there are red marks pressed out by the keel on the back. Looking from the back, the buttocks are straight and the slender waist is connected, and the spine has a deep and flexible groove that can hold a finger. There is still a bit of feminine softness, and it really is the body of Taiyin.

The hard object slid twice in the crotch of his buttocks, stopped at the edge of the wet pussy, pushed it twice, and finally entered the alley.

Yimulian whimpered and yelled, rushed forward, Huang pinched his white and tender buttocks with both hands, hindering his strength to move forward, sighed comfortably, his whole body turned crisp.

In that small hole, although he had prepared to meet it before, he was still a little uncomfortable after swallowing this huge thing. At first, he tied it tightly, making it airtight. After a little movement, it gradually loosened. stand up.

More lewd fluid seeped out of the tunnel, and the thrusts were extremely smooth, tightening and then contracting, knowing that he was interested, he moved his waist violently.

The interior of the small boat was narrow and accommodated two people, and it was almost impossible to stretch it out. It was very restrained, and they were afraid of being seen. The two of them stuck tightly to each other to do the work, and the wooden boards were shaken and creaked.

Outside on the shore, the guards and the boat maid who accompanied Huang saw the boat in the middle of the lake couldn't shake, the water surface was rippling, and there was no one on board, so they could guess what they were doing and couldn't help but blush.

One said:

"The emperor and empress are here again."

Another said:

"Really energetic."

A few people still wanted to say something, looked at each other, snickered, and stopped talking.

The stalk slid back and forth in the hot and humid passageway, and the honey pestle was like stirring honey, grinding it all over the place, every wrinkle on the wall was ironed flat, and the small hole was rubbed red and swollen Itching, just getting thirsty.

Yimu's arms are also soft, his upper body is stuck to the boat plank, only his buttocks are still raised high - his chest is red from being rubbed by rough wood, his two nipples are getting more and more itchy from being rubbed, his waist is shaking, and his small pussy behind him Swallowing the swollen fleshy stem, going in and out, the inside was stabbed with constant creaking noises, and it was extremely moist.

"Ah... also... mess with me here..."

His voice was hoarse, and there was a soft nasal sound in his moans.Thin beads of sweat came out of his body, and the fluffy layer was attached to the white skin. His hair hung down on the planks of the boat, rubbing against the wooden planks, making a rustling sound.

A wet cock dangled between his legs, shaking half hard.

Huang then leaned over, pressed close to him, stretched out his hand to his belly, cared for his penis very tenderly, surrounded by tiger's mouth, from the stem to the meat bag, he started to move in unison.

The movement of the waist became faster and faster, and the eyes were swaying from side to side, turning his head and begging:

"...slow down, slow down...um..."

His eyelashes were soaked, and they hung black on his cheeks, like feathers soaked in water, and fine strands of hair stuck to his forehead and neck.The waist was as soft as a rubber band, tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the place where the two connected, only to feel that it was airtight and seamless, only the two wet sticky bags hanging down were still tight. Clinging to his butt, he couldn't help but burn his face.

Huang pinched his waist with both hands, couldn't help trembling all over, tried to move for a while, but still felt unsatisfied, hugged his waist and lifted him up and put him on his lap, was about to lift him up and thrust him hard, but saw him also As if he couldn't wait, he hugged his neck, lifted his butt, and sat down for a few times.There was a contraction in the hot and sticky tunnel, grinding and clamping his fleshy cock—from the glans head to the cock, and then from the cock to the bottom, it was rubbed all over by the soft inner wall, and there was no discomfort in any place, including two pouches It was also squeezed comfortably by the tender flesh between his legs.

There were several ups and downs again, Huang Ting glanced at him and let out a sweet groan, and leaned his neck back, knowing that he was about to reach the top, and felt that it was almost time, so he grabbed his stem with one hand, pushed his waist forward, and pushed it up It made him shake uncontrollably, dizzy—buried his chin on his shoulder, and said hoarsely:

"I'm going too..."

The lower abdomen was firmly attached to his groin, blocking it tightly, and the cloudy white yang essence entered the tunnel and rushed to that place.

The first burst of orgasm was overpowering, and even though his strength was exhausted, Yimulian still struggled to reach the scattered clothes in the cabin.

Huang pulled him back, and pulled him back into his arms. A slender cock was still filling his wet back hole, and he was resting against the cabin wall while holding him, unable to even move his eyes. .

"You really... do whatever you want..."

Huang didn't think he was offended, she still hugged him loosely, let him sit closer, and said as a matter of course:

"I am the emperor, so I naturally have the willfulness to do these things."

Yimu sighed, looked back at him, recalled what he had just heard about the corner of the wall, felt sore in his heart, couldn't help feeling:

"If there is someone else in the future, will the emperor treat him like this?"

Huang's hands stopped, his expression became serious, he looked at him and said:

"How do you think about these things?"

"You are the emperor, don't you want to marry someone else in the future?" He didn't dare to look at him and lowered his head.

Huang pulled his chin, forcing him to raise his head:

"Are you trying to persuade me to have more concubines and don't take you to heart?"

Yimu Lian hurriedly said:

"It's not...not so."

"How is that?"

"...When the first emperor was there, there were many concubines, but the current emperor is not like this. It is inevitable that some people will discuss it."

His face flushed, and he turned his eyes aside, staring at the plank road,

"...Besides, if you marry another man, even if you are willing to fill this palace, I can't stop you. If you don't want to, what can you do?"

"That's what you say... it seems like you're jealous."

Huang's heart softened, he let go of his chin, leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

He couldn't help but his legs went limp, and he shivered, biting his lower lip tightly on his cheeks and behind his ears, as if he had a fever.

"You forgot one thing." He said with a low smile, "Although my father has many concubines...he has few children. This is also a pity."

He withdrew his smile, his eyes were clear, and he looked at each other and said:

"...If you have a few more children with me, who else would dare to gossip?"

Yimulian couldn't prevent him from saying this, his heart jumped up, like a deer bumping wildly, and said: "...What if I can't give birth?"

He leaned over to kiss him, and the hair brushed against his cheeks, entangled with his, tightly intertwined, no matter how difficult it was to separate.

"I'm with you every day, if you can't give birth, then no one can give birth." He smiled with his earlobe in his mouth.

With a slight movement under his body, he pulled out the thing stuffed in Yimulian's belly, the boat board creaked, and the lewd fluid remaining in the hole was brought out by the penis, splashed on his leg, and it became slightly hard again. up,

Yimu even shivered, and closed his eyes.

The boat shook again, startling a group of small ocher red fish around the boat.

Spring is boundless.