Article 913

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The ink burned this time but did not intend to listen to him.

Chu Xiaoning is a very demanding person, even on chuáng, so he said "it's okay", in fact, it's far from okay.

When they retreated for the first few times, Mo Ran believed his evil. As a result, Chu nightning was torn apart, and Mo Ran stared at the blood-stained Chuang for a long time afterward.

Since then, he has learned to treat Chu Wanning's "it's alright" as a deaf ear.

The ink burned and ignored him, but reached out and clasped Chu Xiaoning's other hand that was trying to stop him, held it with him, and then stayed all the way, licked at the place of desire, and then went down.

He paused, his dark eyes moistened with lust: "Master, you have to sit further forward, you are like this... I can hardly take care of..."

He said it very euphemistically, but Chu nightning still felt that smoke was coming from his head.

Mo Ran saw that he didn't move, but he didn't resist, so he let go of his hand, took him to the edge of the chair, and then knelt down and spread Chu nightning's legs further apart.

"……what!"

This time, he licked it, but it was the back. This kind of stimulation was actually bigger than the front. Chu Xiaoning couldn't help shouting in a low voice, leaning his neck back, and resting his head on the back of the chair.

He could clearly feel the ink burning licking himself, moisturizing and invading.

This is really not something that he can accept calmly, but there is a warm current gurgling out of his chest, the kind of warmth that is all accepted, and every inch is deeply loved and pityed by others, making him feel as if he is soaked in the warmest warmth in the world. in the spring.

When he was held by the ink, Chu nightning felt that his legs were sore and numb because of excessive stimulation. They changed positions, and the ink burned on the chair. His genitals were fully erected at this time, and the size of the angry body was terrifying.

The ink burned with one hand holding Chu Wanning's waist, and the other hand was still expanding for the man in his arms. When Chu Wanning frowned and said "it's okay" for the ninth time tonight, he finally couldn't help laughing and kissed Chu Xiaoning's temples.

"it is good……"

No matter how well lubricated it is, it still hurts when being pushed in by such a hard and huge penis.

Chu Xiaoning frowned, his back trembled slightly, and he could clearly feel that the desire to burn the ink was buried inch by inch in his body.

"……what……"

When they fit in perfectly, both of them can't help but groan.

"Master, does it hurt?"

"...Try it for you?"

The ink burned and didn't speak any more, and he gently began to rhythm. No matter how out of control the depth of excitement might get, this young man was completely different from Stepping Xianjun at the beginning of Huan Ai. He was very forbearing, but his handsome face became more and more sexy because of the restraint of this desire.

His genitals were slightly spinning in the soft and hot body of Chu Wanning, and he was sucked and wrapped by the intestinal wall. This feeling made him crazy, and he had to do his best to restrain himself, so that he would not immediately put his arms in his arms. People are wildly cheering from the bottom to the top.

His chest heaved up and down, his black eyes were like rubbed gems, radiating crystal luster, lust and passion burned him, sweat flowed down his red skin, and the room was full of yín extravagant breath.

He was panting, breathing faster and faster.

The small-scale slaps are almost scratching the itch, although every time he enters very deep, it touches the sensitive point of Chu Wanning that he is familiar with, and his head is constantly kissing.

"Ah...ah..."

In his ear, Chu Xiaoning was trying to suppress, but he hummed in a deep and overflowing voice, a very slight voice, but hoarse and sexy.

The ink burned almost fascinatedly to find his lips. The wet lips were almost invading and sucking hungrily when they touched, and the frequency of the bottom was getting more and more urgent.

Chu nightning sat on his lap and was almost collapsed by his dense insertion - the ink is very gentle, but this kind of gentleness is like a cruel torture. Mo Ran knows him too well. He is constantly being held in the most numb position. It is rushing but not violent. It seems that there is a place that is itchy. It is to not fall, to let the itch keep rising and not be happy.

He was tormented, and in the tormenting twitching, there were muffled hilaries and moans in his throat, almost a kind of begging.

He could feel the heat getting hotter behind him, and the joints gradually became extremely wet, which made him even more red-faced, he wrapped him wetly, and sucked him in the back...

Chu Xiaoning was unwilling and did not dare to think further.

Fortunately, Mo Ran didn't want to step on Xianjun, and always liked to listen to his habit of crying out of control on the chat, or that he had it, but he was not as paranoid as the son.

Mo Ran obviously also felt the gradual adaptation of Chu nightning. The strength of his insertion slowly became fierce, and the hot yīnjīng stabbed from bottom to top, and his hands were lingering and rubbing the buttocks of Chu nightning. , he stared at his lover in the chair, his eyes looked wet and wet.

"Master, are you comfortable?"

"..."

There is naturally no answer to this kind of question, but Mo Ran can feel Chu Xiaoning's state from his war chest, his fine moaning and gasping.

He then pushed up and thrusted more and more quickly and forcefully, and the love between the two gradually became a little out of control and frenzy.

Become a sweaty and intense sexual jiāo.

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