Terrorist attacks

This year's Christmas was extremely cold. Lin Xin came back from the office early and stayed at home. Qiao Yisheng was still in the office. He was bored by himself, so he made an international long-distance call back to Beijing, saying that he would go back at the end of the year. Tidy up.This house is the place where he stayed the longest except for the bedroom. Outside the window is a small lake. In spring, a few wild ducks will settle down. At that time, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is really a beautiful scene.

Lin Xin often sat in the study for an entire afternoon. When it was snowing outside the house, he made a cup of tea, sat by the window and read a book quietly, which was very comfortable.

In the afternoon the sun was very good, illuminating the whole room brightly. Lin Xin lay on the desk. He was supposed to take a nap, but he fell asleep for most of the day. He woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and went downstairs to the hall.

He has always been anxious to get out of bed, so he sat on the sofa for a long time in a daze, until the afternoon tea was set on the table. The carbon "sizzling" was burning, emitting white smoke. Next to it was a black piano, which looked like it hadn't been touched for a long time. For a long time, the piano lid was firmly closed, and it had a heavy beauty of old age.

Lin Xin remembered that he agreed to Qiao Yisheng a while ago, and Qiao Yisheng gave him a painting. As a reward, Lin Xin wanted to play a song for him.

This matter is not difficult for him at all, but Lin Xin doesn't like sensational scenes, so he finds it very awkward no matter how you look at it.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked over, opened the piano cover, and sat down to test the sound.

Halfway through the bounce, I slowly entered the state, couldn't stop no matter what, closed my eyes gently, but was hugged vigorously from behind.

Of course Lin Xin knew who it was, so he didn't say a word, and let the other party come up to be intimate until someone grabbed his bare feet.

"It's winter, why don't you wear socks? No matter how high the indoor temperature is, you can't be so nonsense."

Lin Xin rubbed against him, but was unwilling to speak.

"You wander around the house barefoot all day?"

Lin Xin is the same as Qiao Yisheng. When he starts art, he doesn’t judge whether it’s good or bad. There’s always something wrong with an artist. He doesn’t like to be restrained when he plays the piano, so no matter summer or winter, it’s best to feel down-to-earth when you take off your socks. There is a solid and relaxed touch.

Lin Xin said this to Qiao Yisheng, but the other party just smiled and asked:

"No restraint? There are so many small problems, I will help you."

Qiao Yisheng stood behind him, stretched out his arms to wrap around Lin Xin, intertwined his fingers and quickly unbuttoned his clothes. The room was very warm, and the two had always only worn thin shirts, so it was really easy to take them off.

Lin Xin was startled at this moment, and looked back at him:

"What are you doing in broad daylight?"

Qiao Yisheng kissed him on the cheek, and whispered:

"Play me a song?"

Lin Xin propped his hands on the keys, and accompanied by the resonant sound of the piano, he seemed lacking in confidence: "Then why are you taking off my clothes? Anytime, someone will come in."

Joe suppressed a laugh:

"Don't worry, it won't." Then he unbuttoned all the rest of his buttons, pulled off his trousers, stroked upwards from the waist, and gradually slid his shirt down to his wrists, Qiao suppressed his voice. Lift the hem to Lin Xin's back, and kiss his waist and buttocks from behind.

Lin Xin shrank forward, most of his body was lying on the piano, and there was no way to retreat.

Qiao Yi put her face on his back, moved her hands around the sensitive areas, kneaded his buttocks through the cotton underwear, hooked her teeth to the edge of the pants, and stroked gently along the full buttocks However, when he took it off little by little, Lin Xin couldn't help trembling.

Qiao Yisheng turned his body around and faced himself. Now he is almost naked, only the thin shirt that is precariously hanging on his arm.

Qiao Yi bowed his head and blew lightly on Lin Xin's waist and abdomen. He had already felt that the soft and obedient ball had now stood up tremblingly, with a timid look.

Lin Xin's body hair is sparse. When this place is emotional, it is straight and straight. Together with the back part, it has a light pink color, which makes people's blood rush.

Qiao Yisheng sat down, put his hands on the keys, and firmly trapped Lin Xin between him and the bulky piano.

He unbuttoned his trousers, and the zipper slid to the bottom:

"I'll play a piece first, and you'll give me a reward later."

Lin Xin was in a daze. Every time he approached Qiao Yisheng and smelled the strong masculine breath, he felt a little silly, and he was always led by the nose.

The sound of the piano has already sounded, the music is quiet and comfortable, and it seeped into the eardrums little by little. Lin Xin closed his eyes, half-kneeled on the ground, and buried his head in Qiao Yisheng's waist. , pressed against his own lips stubbornly, and stroked slowly.

Lin Xin opened his eyes, a little annoyed, and glared at Qiao Yisheng, but in fact, his own condition was not much better. The pink stems were full of finesse, the faint blue veins were undoubtedly revealed, and the top overflowed little by little. liquid.But he was too embarrassed to do it himself, even if he wanted to comfort him, let alone ask Qiao Yisheng to do it for him.

He leaned his neck back and panted a few times. When he opened his eyes again, he felt that the scene in front of him was wet and blurred.

Qiao Yi gently stroked his lips with his hand, held his face in his hands, looked down at him, and said in a deep voice, "Hold it."

The thing rubbed against his cheeks a few times beforehand, and then traced along the side of his face, touching his lips again. Lin Xin could feel his lips getting moist.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Qiao Yisheng, his eyes were filled with mist, his lips were slightly parted, and he slowly closed his mouth.

Grabbed by an unprecedented warmth, Qiao Yisheng inserted one hand into Lin Xin's hair, and continued to seduce him: "Suck it deeper, and lick it wet."

The whole body was full of Qiao Yisheng's breath, which made Lin Xin the most irresistible. He just bit the front end lightly, and occasionally stuck out his tongue, sweeping over, and swept away the overflowing transparent liquid.Hearing Qiao Yi's hoarse order, he lowered his eyes, licked the protruding veins with the tip of his tongue, sprayed his hot breath on the ever-expanding desire, and suddenly opened his mouth, and the thing was sucked into most of it, until it reached him throat mouth.

Lin Xin didn't have any skills at all in this area. His teeth bumped and he was cautious, and his tongue kept dodging, as if playing around the stem. He was in a hurry, and his breathing was not smooth.Looking up at Qiao Yisheng again, it seemed that he still had that cold look, but he didn't care, the other's pupils began to constrict, and his throat became dry again and again.

Qiao Yisheng's piano sound gradually became higher and louder, overshadowing Lin Xin's small sobs, and he continued to threaten: "Get the things out before the end of this song." After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "Baby! , you are running out of time."

Lin Xin himself felt even more uncomfortable, without any comfort, his crotch was already straightened out of shape.

He seemed to have been tricked by Qiao Yisheng. Whatever the male vixen asked him to do, he would do it honestly, completely irresistible.

Qiao Yisheng pressed the piano keys with one hand, and covered Lin Xin's inner thigh with the other hand, which felt numb and itchy, but he deliberately avoided the point.

The sound of the piano gradually became low and hoarse, as if whispering. Lin Xin knew that after a climax, the song would end soon.Qiao Yisheng did what he said, but he still doesn't know what to do with him.

The thing pressed against his throat, choking him to cough and retch, the throat constricted, stimulating the front end, squeezing the wrapping, it was an airtight warmth, Qiao Yi breathed evenly, and clasped his hands together The piano keys, overwhelming thick accents pierced through the eardrums, Lin Xin moved forward subconsciously, with a deep throat, the whole penis was wrapped, and his tears were about to fall, looking at Qiao Yisheng in a daze.

Qiao Yisheng himself couldn't stand it anymore. After the song was over, he withdrew from him, but he hadn't reached the peak yet, and he didn't want Lin Xin to be wronged any more, so he kissed him, hugged him to the piano, and turned his back to him. He sits on his knees.

The piano is under heavy pressure, and the keys are recessed in a large area, and then emit irregular accents.

Qiao Yisheng kissed his neck from behind, and then picked up a small brush on the side shelf, which was long and round and covered with fine hair.

Lin Xin looked back at his movements, a little scared, and moved to the side, the sound of the piano changed from low to high.

Qiao Yisheng threw the small brush into the milk cup and rinsed it. When he took it out, it was wet and a little heavy.He hugged Lin Xin, pressing the hard part of his body against him, but he was not in a hurry to go in.

"You didn't succeed just now, but this time it's me. Play the tune well, and I'll listen."

Lin Xin turned to stare at him. He is like a fish on a chopping board.

Qiao Yisheng slowly moved the brush up the inner thigh, and finally reached the center, scratching along the stem. Lin Xin snorted, raised his head, and the piano sounded "Boom", both of them remained indifferent.

Suddenly he leaned his whole body against Qiao Yisheng's arms, and with a weeping sound in his mouth, he took a bite towards Qiao Yisheng's shoulder and neck, and looked down, the brush was gently rubbing against the small hole at the top, and the transparent liquid was constantly flowing. is outlined.

Lin Xin couldn't bear it any longer, and lay on the piano, keeping a little distance from Qiao Yisheng. During the period, the rustling sound of the piano continued. Going up, I think it's really a deadly sexy and cute.

Qiao Yisheng retracted the brush, dipped it in some milk, and put it against the entrance at the back.

Lin Xin really panicked this time, and immediately turned around:

"Qiao Yisheng, don't mess around."

Just halfway through saying this, the thing broke into the hole and slowly squeezed into the rear.

Lin Xin kept trembling and could no longer say anything.This brush is different from other things, the whole body is covered with fine and soft hairs, and it is extremely sensitive when it touches the skin, not to mention the delicate and hot tunnel behind it.

Every second is like torture, even the teeth are sore and painful, but there is still an inexplicable itching in it, and the opening of the acupuncture point begins to tighten. A fire was lit, and it burned more and more, but no one came to help him.

The brush was only halfway in, and Qiao Yisheng stopped and kissed his cheek and neck. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he always touched the part of the brush that was exposed, so he went in a little more, just enough to touch it. At that point, if there is nothing to sweep over, it is numb as if electrified. Lin Xin can't breathe, so he can only shake his head desperately.

Qiao Yi rubbed his buttocks, and the thing came in and out with the movement, the soft hairs were attached to the protruding place, scratching constantly, the other parts of the tunnel were already flooded, but Lin Xin still wanted to be penetrated In this way, he was already on the verge of collapse in the front, and it was far from enough in the back. The whole person was led by desire.

He stretched his hand behind and grabbed the handle, but Qiao Yin stopped him.

"Want it?"

With his back turned to him, Lin Xin could only nod in embarrassment.

Qiao kept his voice down:

"What do you want? Tell me."

Lin Xin turned his head, looked at him with wet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"want you."

Qiao Yisheng took out the small brush for him, but he was not in a hurry to go in, just straightened up, the penis penetrated through the gap between the buttocks, rubbing against the perineum, the opening of the hole was already wet, there was glistening body fluid, I don't know whose, Hooked on Qiao Yisheng's bruised penis, occasionally stained on the thick hair, full of vitality.

"What do you want me to do?"

Lin Xin was in a hurry, held Qiao Yisheng's face and kissed it several times, then panted and said:

"I want you, come in, hurry up..."

Qiao suppressed his voice and pushed back to the entrance again, the small hole opened and closed, sucking the top, which was the most tempting invitation.

He inserted it slowly, and only halfway through, Lin Xin leaned forward, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, and the sound of the piano was weak.Qiao Yisheng opened the two buttocks, and continued to go deep. He gently covered the full buttocks with his hands, rubbing them quickly and slowly, controlling the flow of the hole, and saw the cute pink mouth slowly swallowing the stem. , the blue veins scratched on the heat-sensitive inner wall, causing Lin Xin to shudder again and again.

"It's all wet inside?"

Lin Xin didn't speak, Qiao Yisheng hugged him back and sat on his lap, facing each other, it was just a turning movement, the inner wall rubbed against each other, and the moment he sat down, he was plunged into an unprecedented depth, Lin Xin's buttocks and Qiao Yisheng His hips touched without a gap, he let out a hoarse cry, and buried his head in his chest.

"Baby, move yourself." Qiao Yisheng freed his hands, opened his buttocks, and wanted to penetrate deeper.

Lin Xin kept his back to him, and only now did he see thoroughly. Qiao Yisheng was dressed neatly, and one part of his whole body was exposed, and he was ruthlessly thrusting into Lin Xin's body, but he himself was completely naked, with his legs tightly entwined. At Qiao Yisheng's waist, from the very beginning, he looked completely distraught.

Lin Xin got angry and refused to move again.Qiao Yan pulled out his penis, and took the time to pick up the red fruit on his chest with his teeth. The teeth collided badly, and the current flowed from the chest to the abdomen, and then branched, converging in the front and back. The itching was unbearable, and there was no way. Lin Xin had no choice but to sit down on the giant object. Although he had developed before, he was still sore. He was about to hold back tears, but gradually the pleasure prevailed. After rubbing it a few times, the emptiness was immediately filled. Lin Xin moved up and down, although he was clumsy, but his hurried look between desire and embarrassment made him look more delicious and attractive.

Qiao Yi kissed him all over his face, and finally hugged him back to sit on the piano: "We haven't finished playing yet, let's continue."

The penis was just pulled out, the acupuncture point was still slightly open, Lin Xin showed a rare lazy posture, Qiao Yin rubbed his ankles, spread his legs, faced him, stood by the piano, and entered again little by little. .

Different from the kneeling posture at the beginning, now Lin Xin is sitting on the qin with his whole body, and the tone keeps changing with every slight movement. What's more, Qiao Yisheng's eyes are red now, and the range of movements is several times that of before. Entering, the sound of rubbing in the corridor, the sound of slapping and impacting outside the acupuncture point, and the thick tone of the piano, one after another.

"Qiao Yisheng, slow down, slow down."

"Why, can't stand it?" Qiao Yi turned the angle, pushed him up and down, and thrust him deeply and shallowly. Although he was temporarily out of the storm, he rubbed against that point, and the front end hit him. Lin Xin couldn't help clamping the hole. , even more unbearable.

"Uncomfortable, don't do this."

Qiao Yisheng kissed him and asked in a deep voice:

"Don't worry about it, it's uncomfortable?" Lin Xin closed his eyes and shook his head. Qiao suppressed his voice and increased his strength, pushing his whole body forward. Lin Xin couldn't bear it, and secretly stretched his hand forward, wanting to get rid of it sooner. , but was caught by him again: "Cheating again?" He held his hand firmly, and kissed it on his lips.

"I can't do it, please..."

Qiao suppressed his voice and continued to move:

"Lean on the back today to make you comfortable."

Lin Xin's consciousness was about to be disconnected. Qiao Yisheng lifted one of his legs again and put it on his shoulder. His legs were further apart, and he was completely penetrated. It became more and more swollen, it was unbearably hot and hard, and the hair on the side was completely wet, exuding a wildness. Lin Xin felt that the electric current inside his body was all connected. He arched his body, but his lower body was held by Qiao Yisheng. inside.

"hold on……"

Lin Xin shook his head desperately, but the exit was blocked, and the other party rubbed and scratched viciously with his fingertips. When the gushing wetness was about to be released, it was blocked back, and the backflow turned sharply.Lin Xin was panting with a weeping sound, as if he was about to lose control, his acupoints kept shrinking, he straightened his body and bounced back, the piano made a clearer and thicker sound, Lin Xin finally couldn't help it, at first he just groaned, and at the end he groaned Shouting, amidst the many musical sounds, Qiao Yisheng hit him hard at the end, completely embraced by him, as if his heart melted into his body, with a low growl, the hot liquid filled the deepest part of Lin Xin's body.

Qiao Yan moved his hands away, supported his hips, and hugged him to lean against him, the muddy liquid splashed all over him.Lin Xin gasped and trembled, still in the aftertaste of the orgasm, unable to recover for a long time.

Lin Xin climbed into bed early in the evening. Qiao Yisheng finished his business in the study, and when he returned to the bedroom, he was curled up on the bed, covered tightly with the quilt, and covered his face. To the whooping sound.

He hugged the quilt into his arms, patted it lightly for a moment, then pulled off the quilt, and asked while kissing, "Are you bored?"

Lin Xin didn't speak, just hugged the quilt tightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked very tired.

Qiao Yisheng knew that he was still embarrassed about the affair in the afternoon, so he got on the bed, got into the quilt, and kissed him slowly starting from the forehead, and when he looked up again, Lin Xin had fallen asleep on one side.

Qiao Yisheng held his hand. That year, Lin Xin slept next to him for the first time, and he was the same. He longed for everything about this person so much. He put his hand into his own and gestured earnestly. Or gently rubbing on his face, and then filled with satisfaction and happiness.

He hugged Lin Xin's warm body, sniffed the faint fragrance of his neck in the dark, finally rested his chin on his soft hair, and gently closed his eyes.