Shen Qingxuan did not expect this to be done like this, the indescribable feeling. That thing brought a soft pleasure every time it was pressed against the hot mucous membrane and pushed in, making one want more. The waist was completely softened. Under Yimo's body, he involuntarily swayed with his frequency, making intermittent cries. The intestines reacted to the excessive friction, secreting moisturizing liquid, and in the original rhythm, it issued a moist The sound, as time goes on, the sound of viscous water gradually becomes louder, adding more **. Looking upwards with a blurry gaze, Shen Qingxuan instinctively arched his waist, raising his hips high to facilitate the opponent's pumping. I just felt that the part that was usually ignored was hit with bursts of soreness and numbness at this moment.

"So comfortable?" Yimo looked down at his sloppy expression, and pinched the protrusion on Shen Qingxuan's chest like a mockery: "Listen to yourself, it's very wet."

"Mmm", Shen Qingxuan hugged his shoulders tightly, and after recovering, he ignored him, and his face flushed with embarrassment, that's why he was so wet. That place wasn't used to dry this, and it was so wet that it was unbelievable.

Before waiting for a response, Yimo stopped, stopped moving in his body, and was happy only if he forced the answer.

Shen Qingxuan was at the point where he was in a good mood, and when he stopped like this, he almost went crazy. His waist swayed instinctively almost immediately, dawdling like a coquettish coquettish, humming in his mouth, not wanting to fulfill his wish, and couldn't help but be full of emotions. The secret part of eating the marrow and knowing the taste also seems to have tasted the sweetness and refuses to give up. The place that has been passively endured is actively shrinking, like a small wet and soft mouth, tenderly wrapped around Yimo's roots and constantly sucking. .

In such a state, Yimo, who was at the top of the force, also frowned slightly, but remained motionless. Compared to ** this kind of thing that is not necessary for him, making fun of Shen Qingxuan is more interesting to him.

Knowing this, Shen Qingxuan immediately hated it, raised his head almost arrogantly, bit him on the neck, and almost saw blood: "Are you moving?" Shen Qingxuan asked. He didn't even realize what a shocking thing he was doing at this time. Yimo raised his eyebrows and looked at the eldest son of the Shen family who was about to "force rape", and asked in a rather pleasant tone, "How to do it?"

"You..." Shen Qingxuan opened his mouth, but he was speechless again, and the feeling of "being repaid" surged up together, only to feel as if his heart was being pressed by a giant rock, his eyes blushed inexplicably with anger, He hates: "You are enough!"

Seeing his appearance, Yimo also knew the principle of accepting it when he saw it. He grabbed the small protrusion on his thin chest, kneaded it with his fingertips and sighed, "I really am serving you this time."

When Shen Qingxuan heard the words, he turned his face away and looked at the green gauze bed, wondering what he was thinking.

Yimo moved again, this time no longer teasing him, he moved his waist, squeezed a gap in the soft and moist dense place, and penetrated it fiercely, deeper and heavier each time, the sound of water resounded again , in the small space shrouded by the bed linen.

Shen Qingxuan was angry at being teased and refused to pay attention to him, Yimo moved and leaned down, fixed his unconscious leg with one hand, and passed under his neck with the other, holding the person into his arms, but still Asked: "I made you comfortable?"

While doing this, he was still angry, and Shen Qingxuan himself thought it was funny. He originally planned to be soft and be as good as ever, and finish the matter well before talking about other things. Unexpectedly, Yimo was clearly coaxing, but asked such a sentence. Shen Qingxuan's face didn't know whether it should be red or black.

It's not really red, nor is it black. When he met this old demon snake, he really couldn't use any means. After thinking about it in his heart, Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes and answered seriously and gritted his teeth, "It's very comfortable!"

"Since it's comfortable, why isn't there a response here," Yimo's hand slid between the two of them, pinching Shen Qingxuan's thing in his hand and fiddling with it: "But you lied to me?"

"...I'm just making you angry." Shen Qingxuan laughed as he said, wrapping his arms around his neck again, and whispering beside Yimo's ear, "You will react when you play with it."

"Get here?" Yimo squeezed the soft, transparent mucus in his hand, raised his waist again, and slammed into it after a short pause, asking, "Is it still here?"

Shen Qingxuan let out an "ah", his nasal voice was long and sweet, and contained a terrifying sway even he himself, hurriedly bit his lower lip to suppress the sound, and then raised his waist tremblingly, his voice was like a mosquito, "Everything. After another pause, he rubbed Yimo's cheek with his cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "Kiss me."

At this time, his clothes were all faded, his legs were open and his hips were raised, the sound of water between his legs was gurgling, and the white waistline also twisted into an incredible arc. , but he still said this hesitantly. The lingering sentimentality that cannot be hidden in the words is actually a bit more lascivious than the prostitutes who are scratching their heads all day long, but they are not pretentious, and the prostitutes are sincere and frank.

Yimo did not hesitate, bowed his head and kissed. As soon as his lips touched, Shen Qingxuan hurried up to meet him, as if he was about to climb to the top, his tongue was violently messed up, occasionally escaping unstoppable breaths and whispering, entangled with his tongue like crazy, The body fluid that was too late to swallow trickled down the corner of his mouth, creating a transparent water stain. His waist was placed in his arms like a fish that was about to drown in the next moment, constantly asking and accepting.

Being sucked up and down by two hot and humid mouths at the same time, no matter how calm Yimo was, he had the illusion of stepping into a swamp, like stepping on cotton, involuntarily being absorbed and sinking, unable to break free.

Finally unable to bear it anymore, Yimo moved his lips away, showing a bit of emotion on his face, and said hatefully: "Langcheng is like this, so you like being fucked by me?" As soon as the words came out, the uncontrollable anger contained within Yimo was shocked when he heard it. He has cultivated for thousands of years, and has also traveled in the world for hundreds of years. When did he have such uncontrollable emotions? A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, Yimo looked down at that face that was not unfamiliar but not so deep in his mind. Fortunately, Shen Qingxuan was confused at this time, and he didn't notice anything, and even hummed "uuuuu" It was as if he had accepted his previous question.

Like saying, yes, like it.

The unknowing indifference returned to his face again. Yimo moved his waist and slammed it for dozens of times very quickly. He also cooperated with his hands to control Shen Qingxuan's blush that he couldn't let out. The palm of his hand moved skillfully, and then he heard Shen Qingxuan groaning, almost crying, his whole body was flushed red, trembling like a leaf swaying in the wind, his back was also bent, and only his waist The force stretched out an arc of the body and let it out in his hand. At the same time he opened his eyes.

The line of sight collided, as if the glaciers of thousands of years collided with the erupting volcanic mud, causing a violent roar, and then, the iceberg remained the same, and the mud flow dissipated. Everything is back to normal.

Imo pulled away.

The candlelight on the bedside imprinted those deep black and cold eyes, ruthless and ruthless, said goodbye, and disappeared into Shen Qingxuan's room like a light smoke.

Shen Qingxuan lay alone for a long time, and then pulled the tangled quilt to cover it, thinking to himself, it would be better to do this in the dark next time. You don't have to be so bright, you don't have to see those eyes that are always deserted so clearly.

Thinking about it, he laughed, hehehehe laughed after another, but opened his mouth, but silently.

It was as if the whole world had lost its voice.