Peacock

I remember that Chen Wumian told me that Tang Ling no longer drove because of the accident, but he was still very proficient in operating Chen Xing's off-road vehicle.

After starting the ignition, the heavy body began to shake slightly, and I found that my throat seemed to be resonating, and it was shaking uncomfortably.

"Go back in the police car."

I stretched out my hand and squeezed Tang Ling's wrist: "No."

Tangling still didn't look at me, and put her hands on the steering wheel: "The mountain road is dangerous, and it's still raining."

"It's a big deal to die together." I said casually, "Do you think the Wang team will go back and tell us that we died for love at that time?"

Tang Ling closed her eyes lightly: "I'm not joking with you, get out of the car."

"No!" My voice became a little sharp, "I don't want it!"

I clenched my molars and leaned over to hug his neck, breathing hard into his shoulder to calm my emotions: "Tangling...I don't want it."

There was still a faint smell of turpentine on his body, but it was difficult for me to feel reassured from it as before.

After staring at him with red eyes for a moment, I turned my head and turned off the ignition of the car, then reached out to untie his belt.

My mind is really empty now, it's more like an animal instinct to do these things, my movements are terribly flustered, and it took me a long time to even untie this belt.

And Tang Ling just looked at me quietly, under his naked gaze, I crawled over from the passenger seat, sat on his lap, cupped his chin with both hands, and whispered lightly by his ear dilly-dally.

I went to bite his earlobe, exhaled dryly in front of his ear canal, and my whole body was hung on his body to rub, my nipples were worn up by the rough cloth, and they pressed against his chest like a stone.

Pulling up the short sleeves, I didn't even take them off completely, just wrapped around my head and tied them around my shoulders, the neckline was too small so I had to straighten my back, I could see my lewd erect two out of the corner of my eye A nipple, and I felt that my chest was going to stick to Tangling's face when it was so puffed up.

My nipple rubbed against Tangling's chin in a small range, and some roughness scraped through the dimple in the middle, itching me so much that I screamed.

I leaned down slightly to look at Tangling's chin carefully, because I couldn't see it very much, so I rubbed it softly with my cheeks again, and this experience made me really feel that the beauty also has the stubble.

I really want to have sex with him at this point in the chaos, but for some reason, I'm not so hard.

I leaned back on the steering wheel, opened my pants, and impatiently stroked my penis at Tang Ling like a hooligan, but it was still half-soft in the palm of my hand, and my movements became more and more rough and dry. Mechanical friction brings only pain.

I didn't understand why I always did bad things in front of Tang Ling, maybe it was a bit embarrassing, I suddenly burst into tears.

I covered my face with my palms but my emotions became more and more turbulent. I suddenly cried in embarrassment. When I looked at Tang Ling, my heart would twist. I also felt that Chen Wumian was pathetic, and I also felt that I was useless.

"...Tang Ling, are you sad?" I asked intermittently.

Tang Ling's brows and eyes relaxed for a moment, and he said, "It's you who are crying."

Probably Tang Ling had never seen a person with such abundant tears, and every time he encountered such a scene, he would make concessions.

He wiped away some of the hot tears on my face, and asked puzzledly, "Because of what?"

"Cry for you." I tremblingly pressed against his forehead, and after a long silence, I spoke again: "Give me your sadness, and I can help you cry."

"But it would be nice not to be sad in the future...Tangling." I said, "I'm with you now, so don't be sad."

He was speechless for a while, he just stroked the end of my eyes with his cold fingers, then fell to the side of my face, and finally rubbed my lower lip.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but Tang Ling's body was very cold, so I took his thumb into my mouth, but he pinched my lower teeth, making me unable to close my mouth, and my saliva was wet Drool from the corner of the mouth.

I actually feel a lucid revival when I'm being fucked by him, and my cock starts to bleed just thinking about what else he'll do to me next.

I got dizzy, hugged his cold forearm into my arms, and mumbled: "...I'm very hot inside."

Before I finished speaking, I felt a burst of wetness around my legs. At this moment, my first reaction was "I won't be so excited that I don't even know I have incontinence."I took a closer look and saw that there was a puddle of soft flesh under my legs, the juice was overflowing, and the orange liquid wet the corners of my underwear.

There was a bag of apricots under the car TV. Perhaps they had been burned for too long by the sweltering air in the car, and now they were indeed overripe, stained a lot of red.One rolled out restlessly, and collapsed under my pressure, leaving only half of it on the leather chair bleeding.

Tang Ling followed my line of sight, picked up the yellow apricot, bent her slender fingers to dig into the core, and dug out the core after repeatedly going in and out.

And when he did this, his erratic eyes kept falling on my face, as if it was a very common thing, and the only person who would send out erotic thoughts because of this was me.

Then he hung his head and used the rotten side of the apricot to smear my penis, and the sticky juice hung on my whole penis.He led my hand to stroke up and down again, this time it was no longer dry, and the pleasure was like falling dominoes.

I felt that there was some other water dripping down along with it, and it wetly stained Tangling's entire trousers. Wet hands touched his chin.

Tang Ling was probably afraid of being sticky, so she frowned slightly, and turned her head back to hide for a while.

I became nervous, and licked his chin along the traces I just touched. When the tip of my tongue touched his lower lip, I pushed it in again, and then kissed him.

My body started to heat up, so I stretched out my hand to cover the outside of his big hand, and with all my strength, a whole apricot was completely crushed, and the pulp squeezed out from between my fingers.I twisted it for a while and poked behind me, tried hard to open the back hole, and then put a finger in through the wetness.

I wanted Tang Ling's things to come in, but I was rarely able to say this, and just stared at him fascinated to masturbate. Fortunately, he understood what I meant, pinched my waist and pushed my penis in.

The car is not a good place to have sex, and I worry about bumping my head every time I sit down and get up.

I felt like I was pinned by his one, and I was able to support my whole body by relying on it.Except for the connecting parts, the rest of the body was as soft as that apricot, and he stabbed me as if he had just dug out the nuts, a kind of dormant and tyrannical.

I blushed and leaned forward to ask him to lick my nipples, something I'd fantasized about since the first time I saw him.

Tangling lowered her eyes slightly and sucked my left breast, and raised it with the tip of her tongue. In an instant, I made a particularly lewd sound, and my whole body began to tremble as if I had an allergic reaction. I really never thought that my place would be So... shameless.

I ejaculated in a daze, and I was so blurry that I didn't know when the orgasm came. When I came back to my senses, there were already several strands of thick semen hanging on Tangling's lower abdomen.

Trembling, I stretched out my arms to hug him, and asked in front of his lips, "Can you cum in my mouth?"

Physiological flush stains his eyelids, and the light-colored forehead hair hangs a little coquettishly on it, which makes me feel that this is trying to hide it.

I didn't get a definite answer, so I took it as his acquiescence, so I shrank to one side and used all my skills to pull Tang Ling's penis.Until he grabbed my hair and pulled me out, I leaned closer and sucked the top end, sucking lustfully, and he finally cummed in my mouth.Before I had time to think about whether or not to respond, the muscle reflex made me swallow his semen directly, leaving only some salty illusions on the surface of my tongue.

I straightened up and stared at him blankly, stretched out my hand to touch my throat, thought something wrong, it should have fallen into my stomach now, so I touched my stomach again.

Tang Ling took my hand, pulled me into her arms again, and looked at me silently.After ejaculating, Tang Ling's eyes were covered with mist, showing some childish confusion. I don't know what he is thinking at this moment.

I was actually ready for him to carry out what he said before or ask me to get out of the car. My heart was hanging in the air, afraid that he would still speak sharp and indifferent words, but nothing I expected happened. He just slowed down. Slowly buried his head into my shoulder socket, just hugged me like this, for a long time, very hard.

Blown by this sudden dependence, I can only feel his long and heavy breathing, sounding and closing, like a broken organ.

At that time, I felt that I vaguely grasped the most subtle factor in love. In Tang Ling, I was proved that "I am needed by others".

At least at this moment I felt it.

Although it's a bit funny, I have to admit that this should be the first time in my life.

The first night's partner was undoubtedly Tang Ling, but at this moment I began to feel that the first love might also be him.

I also hugged him back hard, hugged his neck, hugged his confusion, and tried to hug everything about him.

I rarely look at a person so immorally, but Tangling's frustration and loneliness are really charming in my eyes. Looking at him is like looking at the naked and real inner guts of life.I can't imagine what the good and happy qualities would look like on Tang Ling. Compared with being a shining winner, he seems to be more suitable for being depressed and anxious.

But logically speaking, I still feel sorry for him, so Tangling just needs to stand at the junction of the two.

He can always be devoid of joy, as long as the only joy he lives on has my name engraved on it.