filled

The little white beasts with tails swarmed wildly, resting peacefully in this strange and beautiful body where they were destined to live.

He reluctantly withdrew, took the paper towel that had just been wiped off the tide and sprayed water, and fumbled the semen from the mouth of the hole, but he shook the softened fleshy root, and rubbed the mottled white essence on the pubic hair on his two sides In the narrow, warm seam between the buttocks.

The lower body was glistening with water, emitting a fishy tide and a unique smell full of musk. Yan Zheng sniffed lightly and said something with a smile.

"This is not in the dream."

He leaned over, rubbing the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, his deep black eyes met the gentle brown.

The young man pursed his lips and rubbed against the other pair of soft lips full of bloodstains. The numb and itchy taste covered up the dull pain all the time, and he could only hear him humming aggrievedly.

"It's not a dream this time."

"Brother, tell me quickly, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Is it good to have a conversation?"

"I'm so tired from doing this, take a break and talk about the conversation!"

Shi Fang knew that even if he acted like a baby in the past, he was not like this, but now he is simply using the name of acting like a baby, shamelessly.

"..."

"One, two..."

Yan Zheng reminded viciously: "If you don't speak again, you will acquiesce!"

Shi Fangman turned his face away, don't look at him, what he sees is the thick curtain hanging from the wall in the distance, without the help of tools, his vision is blurred, and the dead object doesn't move.

Yan Zheng broke his chin, turned his face to himself, and unceremoniously leaned forward to kiss again.

"……Four……"

"No."

Shi Fang pushed it tiredly, and whispered: "...I'm very tired."

"But it's still early to go to bed, and I only did it once..."

He stuffed his two wet fingers into the other hole at the back, which was dry and tight, shivering shiveringly.

"It's not useful here yet."

Shi Fangman stared at him: "Then why are you asking me?"

Yan Zheng blinked his beautiful eyes, and said with a casual smile, "I just want to talk to my brother, let's take a rest!"

"..."

Seeing Fang Man and ignoring him, Yan Zheng exhaled lightly on the tip of his nose. He was like a stalking ghost who would never let go. It is annoying, turning a sensual Liaozhai story into an unbearable hard sell.

Fingers circling around the skinned white jade soft flesh, the young man exhaled like blue, lying on his body to touch two red cherry blossoms.

Shi Fang's face was flushed, annoyed and ashamed, he bit the tip of his tongue to wake up, and let out a low voice.

"... Hurry up if you want to do it..."

Yan Zheng smiled lightly and leaned forward, dipped his finger on the tip of Shi Fangman's tongue with his saliva, and inserted it into the dry acupoint.

"Okay, brother can't wait."

"Then let's take our time."

He deliberately straightened his waist slowly, and the slightly soft fleshy roots are also a large mass, but not so hard that they can bear the pain of life, squeezed into the tight acupuncture point, and the outer folds of the anus are attached to the front The semen water can be lubricated, and the penis is like a fat wasp, pushing the hole opening and closing like a flower.

The pain here is slightly lighter than before, or it’s just because Shi Fangman is a little used to it, partly because he is painfully enduring the penis that is getting harder and harder, and partly because he is numbly pointing his toes on the ground. Yan Zheng's lean and powerful waist leaned in to meet him.

Only a little bit of fleshy root remained motionless in the tight pink back hole, and two soft and full pouches were stuck between the white buttocks, swaying gently.

"Woo... Hurry up!"

The heel pressed against the slippery and firm waist, silently urging, Shi Fang wiped his face all over his face, the corners of his eyes were bright red, he was short of breath and panting loudly, but his voice was like filaments, tiny and inaudible.

Yan Zheng's eyes shone brightly, seeing the rare pleading gesture of this older man, panting lowly, he answered him: "...Okay."

There was a clang of iron objects, and when the climax hit, it was a handsome young man who hugged the person he liked tightly and gave him everything he had.

21:13:47

even forced

A special pungent smell with a slight sweetness, almost at the same time when he realized this strange smell in his mind, his eyes went dark, his thoughts flew away, and he fell into a deep sleep instantly.

When he opened his eyes again, he covered his head and struggled to recognize the strange flickering lights in front of him. He felt dizzy and had abdominal pain. There was an obvious burning pain in his throat, and the strong nausea made him try to find a place to vomit.

Sitting up from the bed, turning over and pulling on the edge of the bed, a few clear and crisp sounds of "Lingling" came from his body. Shi Fang endured the nausea that was about to burst out of his throat and took a closer look. The chain protruded from under the bed, and the other end, even though it was wrapped in a soft leather case, was hideous and terrifying, clamped in the white wrist.

He stared at his wrist in astonishment, and without caring about anything else, he suddenly turned around and looked around the room.

This is a very empty room with a large area, estimated to be seventy or eighty square meters, but it has no layout at all.The beige patterned carpet with a sense of age pervades the floor, and there are many small lights scattered like broken stars hanging above the head, surrounded by thick and long curtains that hang from the ceiling to the floor tiles.

The center of the room is the big bed that he is sitting on, with a wardrobe at the head of the bed, a shelf for refrigerators and microwave ovens, and a desk at the end of the bed, where some toiletries, teacups and cups are simply placed and a handful of dry blue-purple forget-me-nots, facing a glass door obliquely, you can vaguely see the white porcelain bathtub and washbasin inside, and the doorknob is separated by a long and narrow passage, facing the washbasin, the distance seems very distant.

Shi Fangman staggered, hurried around the desk and walked towards the passage, the iron chains on his ankles were tightened, and the hoops were painful, standing at the entrance of the passage, he could no longer walk.

With his heart beating like thunder, he fell on the ground and stretched his hand forward with great effort, his fingers rubbing the soft carpet fluff, but he was still close to two meters away from the chained doorknob.

Shi Fangman walked quickly around the whole room. He could touch the desk, wardrobe, and even the inside of the bathtub, but that was all he could do. Even the nearest curtains were separated by more than one meter.

The end point of the entire chain seemed to be under the bed, imprisoned in four places on the floor. He bent down and stretched his arms to touch it, and his heart suddenly became cold.

It is poured molten iron, and the port is very tightly wrapped.

Gritting his teeth, he hammered the carpet vigorously. Under the dull fabric, the completely hard texture did not feel like wood or tiles. Thinking of the yellow-brown molten iron, Shi Fang couldn't help but have a terrifying thought in his mind.

This room is sealed with molten iron, whether it is the floor, the ceiling, and possibly even the walls.

But who would do such a thing?

Imprisoning a living person in a modern society with advanced information is like keeping a caged bird.

Such a cruel and crazy thought...

He would feel dizzy, his lower abdomen would hurt, his mouth would be thirsty, his throat would be burning more and more intensely, acid water would rise from his stomach, and he couldn't bear the nausea any longer, so he ran to the bathroom to vomit first.

The light from the washroom shone on the pale face. Behind the silver metallic spectacle frames, the exposed eyes were red and bloodshot due to vomiting. They were slightly moist, and the eyes were deeply confused and panicked.

"Bang..."

There was a heavy knock behind him, and then the door opened and closed again.

Subtle footsteps sounded, and a tall figure appeared on the frosted glass, like a beast watching you silently through the white mist. You don't know how long he has been watching, but you soon realized that when he Walking step by step through the fog, when you show your face, everything begins.

His fingers slipped, and he couldn't push the heavy glass door at this moment.

Afraid to open another door.

Behind an old wooden door, on the dark and narrow stairs, there is a pair of deep and quiet black eyes.

But now, behind the frosted glass door, there is still that black ocean.

"elder brother?"

"Cough cough..."

The throat was so sore that at first he could only cough and spit out bloody saliva.

Ether, excessive inhalation caused damage to the mucous membrane of the respiratory tract.

At the end of the memory, Yan Zheng came over with a piece of cloth in his palm, and covered his face with the cloth coated with ether.

Yan Zheng looked down at him, without saying a word, poured a glass of water from the table, and stuffed it into his trembling hand.

The clenched fist rubbed against the teacup, and landed heavily on Yan Zheng's face.

The young man didn't dodge. After being punched, he turned his head and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The shoulder-length black hair flared outwards, surrounding a fair face in the center.

The red that overflowed from the corners of his lips flashed past.

Shi Fangman tried to hit someone for the first time in his nearly 30 years of life, but the strange thing is that violence does not make people feel excited, relaxed, vented and happy.

He was just deeply exhausted, as if he had traveled thousands of kilometers in worn-out shoes. This outburst drained the last of his strength, and he slumped on the ground with a hoarse voice.

"You are lying to me."

The young man squatted down: "I can't give up on brother."

"Even if forced."

Severing the connection with the world, choosing to leave after saying goodbye, and being pulled to the center of the Black Sea by the storm that swept across the sea unsuspectingly.

This is Shi Fangman's own stupidity.

He stared at Yan Zheng's silent and firm eyes, and smiled silently.

He fell for a lie.

Or it should be more accurate to say that he didn't expect this little lunatic to be very deceptive