Chapter 757

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He rubbed Chu Wanning's ears and lowered his eyelashes: "I still want to torture you for the rest of my life."

"Mo Weiyu——"

Aware of the man's stiffness, he hugged him tighter. Without even holding back, he turned his face and kissed the side of his neck, his long eyelashes twitching slightly: "What are you doing? I have taught you the art of cooking porridge for so long. Aren’t you willing to cook a bowl of porridge for me?”

Chu nightning was speechless by this strong and gangster-like logic. He finally thought of some stern words that could be refuted, but before he spoke, he was touched by the lips of Ta Xianjun before he could even make a sound. Tightly blocked.

Holding the fire he had lost, he returned to the world of warm spring and blooming flowers.

In the smell of firewood, rice, oil and salt, he was already a living dead. He kissed Chu Wanning passionately and affectionately, and his cold lips and teeth were wrapped in warm ones.

His master, his Wan Ning, his Concubine Chu.

No one can take it away, and no one can give it to anyone.

When the kiss was intense, Ta Xianjun was in a daze. He pressed the person on the edge of the table. From time to time, he leaned over and kissed the red and swollen lips twice, while reaching out to take off Chu Wanning's clothes.

He used to do such bastard things, and when he got into the mood, even if someone came to see him urgently, he wouldn't take it into consideration.

The craziest time he had ever had was when he had a sudden desire to make love with his master who had just been conferred the title of Chu Concubine in the Wushan Palace Council Hall. Outside, a monk came from Wubei Temple and couldn't help but ask for an audience because of the yellow river monster. Finally, he got annoyed and simply ordered someone to lower the curtain and let the monks in.

He continued to fuck Chu Wanning on the summer couch carved with small leaves of red sandalwood through the thin layer of gauze and the crisp bead curtain.

"Don't make a sound... I told the outside world that I was calling Concubine Chu to favor me, so as to save face for you." At that time, while he was pressing on Chu Wanning, he gasped in a deep voice, "If you If you shout out, all those bald asses will know that the person I'm fucking is you."

"Mo Weiyu..." The man beneath him was so ashamed that his eyes were red, "You bastard!"

And Ta Xianjun's response to this was just more fierce and sticky thrusts, and a sneer full of lust: "Baby, you are so hot and wet down there, why is your mouth still so hard up there? Don't let it happen for a while. I was so breathless that I gasped."

The monks came in without knowing why. What they saw was the vague and tall back of Taxianjun through a layer of light yellow silk gauze, and a pair of slender and tight legs, which were stretched out weakly. Ta Xianjun trembled as he penetrated roughly, his fingertips were delicate and cold white, like orchids trembling with the rain and dew.

The request was confusing and vague, and Mo Ran didn't listen much at all.

He only remembered that at that time, Chu Wanning endured to the extreme and remained silent. Physiological tears fell from the ends of his rouge-red eyes. At the moment when the shell under his body was rough, he suddenly convulsed and tensed. I stood up, feeling extremely painful yet holding back the relief, biting my lip but not moaning...

So exciting.

After the monk left, he could no longer hold back. He lifted up one of Chu Wanning's weak long legs, put it on his shoulders, and invaded him more and more fiercely from the side.

"Wan Ning, don't bear it anymore, there is no one left."

But Chu Wanning's consciousness has been scattered, and he only remembers that he must not make any sound. The Taxian Lord leaned over and kissed his blood-stained lips, swallowing the smell of rust.

"There is no one left..."

He turned Chu Wanning over again and let people lie in front of him and be pushed forward. The hot and hard penis thrust into the already wet and sticky vagina, while a pair of hands reached forward to caress and knead the man's strong and tearful chest. His Adam's apple throbbed, and he gasped loudly in the hot lovemaking.

"Is it comfortable? Is it irritating?"

"..." Chu Wanning's forehead is covered in the unfocused eyes, and half of his handsome face is hidden behind the messy soft quilt cushion. The ink-burning genitals are really too big, and every time there is a way to kill him With the illusion that his stomach was pierced, he opened his thin lips slightly and tightened the satin with his fingers.

The person behind him thrust faster and faster, almost at a frenzied pace. When he finally thrust, he went so deep that it seemed as if even his bladder was being squeezed in with force.

A stream of semen sprayed into the depths of his already wet and sticky tunnel. Chu Wanning was so excited that he trembled all over - Mo Ran was always like this. He knew where his sensitive points were. Every time he vented, he would resist. When he ejaculated from that place, the thick semen made his scalp numb. He couldn't help but close his eyes slightly and groaned: "Ah..."

But this is not the end.

The ink burned with strong energy, but after pressing on him for a while, the sexual organ buried in his body swelled again. Mo Ran opened his dark eyes and stared at Chu Wanning through his slightly sweaty forehead.

His eyes burned inch by inch.

From the moist and blurred eyes to the bitten lip.

All the way down, he suddenly buried his head again, holding his chest together. Chu Wanning, who had been unconscious for a long time, was caught off guard and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and then his legs were lifted high again - he took a breath and endured the re-eruption of the fiery genitals in his body.

"Ah...ah..."

He shook his head, hearing his rough gasping and moaning, he couldn't help but raise his hand to his lips and bite them.

The light in his eyes became increasingly fragmented.

His body was already wet, and the semen that had just been burned into his body became lubricated, making a sticky sound as the two of them thrust into each other like glue.

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