The Devil of the Walking Street

The man was only wearing a thin white shirt, which was almost transparent at this time because it was close to the boy's back.You can vaguely see Swell's sexy abs.

Of course, the boy cannot see all of this.

He could only feel the scorching body temperature behind him.

Lan Ming's heart was full of alarm bells, and he pressed his elbows on the tiles with almost all his strength, trying to give himself room to turn around.

Behind him, Swell has degenerated from a hooligan to a beast, and his rapid panting echoed in the steaming bathroom. His lower body moved forward and was embedded between Lan Ming's legs, separated from him by only two layers of necessary fabric.

The man saw through the boy's intention to resist, and without any explanation, he grabbed the little devil's arms and twisted behind him.

Lan Ming's upper body was forced to stick tightly to the cold tiles. He raised his head, and the dazzling Yuba shook his eyes dizzily.

Being tightly controlled by a man made him feel extremely ashamed.He wanted to see the current situation clearly, but his eyes were burning with soap bubbles.

The situation is grim, and the imp is facing a virginity crisis.

"Don't tell me—" the man behind him paused every word, but whispered vaguely: "You are still a pure little virgin."

Ghosts are virgins.

Lan Ming was not in the mood to pay attention to the other party's teasing, he shook his head helplessly, physical tears flowed from his eyes.

White foam was flung all over the place.

Oh shit.

With a "wow", warm water poured down from the shower that was turned on by the man. The little devil had no choice but to lower his head again, and put his forehead against the tiles, leaving enough room for his nose to breathe.

He felt the gentle touch of the man's lips, mixed with running water, winding down from the neck, from the right shoulder, all the way to the back.

The boy's pure white body trembled slightly, and the man's other hand went around his waist and hit the point directly.

The method can be described as fast, precise and ruthless.

"I didn't expect...you look so petite——" Siweier's voice sounded strong on the outside, and he couldn't hold back the desire in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm: "...not bad..."

The young man let out a low moan in his nostrils, no matter how embarrassing and unpleasant he felt at the moment, he was unwilling to suppress it deliberately.

Not an innocent little virgin.

The two old goblins who have gone through the years of spring and autumn and have adapted to the development of the times clearly understand how to please each other—and themselves.

Lan Ming let go of himself, and leaned against the man's fiery arms, feeling the irregularly trembling chest of the man.

He enjoyed Swell's skillful comforting like a grandpa, and from time to time there were one or two suppressed moans in his throat, which were mixed with the sound of "squeaking" water, making it unreal.

"You will enjoy it--" Swell smiled, and his hands kept moving.

"——Hmm..." Lan Ming's legs were a little weak due to the humid air, he twisted impatiently, trying to avoid the opponent's constant rubbing between his buttocks: "Hurry up... um..."

The bone-piercing coolness was transmitted from the smooth tiles to his bare chest, but the young man felt that the fiery heat all over his body hadn't faded a bit, on the contrary, it became more bone-piercing and heart-wrenching.

"Be good to me..." Siweier's rhythmic hand exerted some force, causing the other party to gasp.The man bit the boy's reddened earlobe, grinding it between his teeth.

The young man's panting became more and more rapid. At this moment, his mind was like a mess, with a thread here and a thread there, and he didn't know how to straighten it out.

"...Aha..."

"You said..." Swell saw the moment when Lan Ming was about to reach an orgasm and let go of his hand, then pulled him away from the wall and surrounded him in front of him—of course, still firmly restraining the boy's hands.

"Eternal life alone—too lonely, isn't it?"

Lan Ming finally seized the opportunity, he buried his head in the man's chest, and wiped the foam around his eyes on his soaked shirt.

The young man stared at the man blankly with his moist eyes wide open.

"How about we stay together?"