Compared with the simplicity and elegance of the small courtyard in the mountains, the place where Shen Qingxuan grew up was a bit more opulent. Not to mention the antiques, just a piece of red sandalwood is about nine feet wide. Probably because of Shen Qingxuan's inconvenience, craftsmen were asked to make several dark cabinets on the bed, with some commonly used items and books inside. Strange rocks and landscapes, swimming fish and birds, the beak is made of gold, protruding outward, but it is a dark cabinet door button when you pull it gently.

Shen Qingxuan pulled open the bird's beak, took out a palm-sized box from the dark cabinet, and put it aside, then pulled the bed sash held in the silver hook. The pink-colored bed sash was embroidered with delicate flowers, lotus borders and green leaves. The scenery on the couch is completely shrouded in it, and it is completely isolated from the outside world.

In this small self-contained space, Shen Qingxuan was seen calmly, raising his hand to take off the crown of his hair, pulling the hairpin, and unbuttoning his belt, his clothes were loose and draped loosely over his body. After doing all this, he looked at the person in front of him with a half-smiling smile, to see if you could take it off!

Yimo had long hair scattered, but his clothes were neat. After being stared at for a long time by him, Yimo lifted the robe, knelt on his knees and moved in front of Shen Qingxuan, straightened up, and said, "Do it yourself."

Shen Qingxuan didn't expect this to happen. Seeing the body moving towards him, he turned his face away subconsciously. Hearing what he said again, he paused before turning his head. Without a word, he stretched out his hand and went around his waist. Do it yourself, do it yourself, are you afraid that you will not succeed? Shen Qingxuan neatly tore off Yimo's belt, untied the front of his shirt again, and parted it to the sides.

He opened the cover on Jingshi's body and suddenly revealed it in front of him. Shen Qingxuan's ears suddenly turned red, and he didn't know where to put his eyes. Right in front of him was Yimo's waist, with honey-colored skin and firm texture. Shen Qing The tip of Xuan's nose happened to be facing Yimo's navel, and he could clearly smell the scent that belonged to this person. He blushed and heartbeat, but he couldn't hide it. Just below the navel was the waist of the trousers. Shen Qingxuan hurriedly retracted his gaze, raised his head and looked at the person who was not wearing an inch of the upper body at this time.

Yimo also kept looking down at him, his eyes met, Shen Qingxuan looked a little flustered, but Yimo was still there.

It seemed that he had to force himself to do it. Shen Qingxuan understood this, and he was heartbroken. He raised his warm hands that fell on both sides, and caressed the waist without hesitation. It was smooth and cold, reminding Shen Qingxuan of the copper bell that had accompanied him for many years. The difference was that The subordinates not only have the cold texture of metal, but also the elasticity of the texture. Shen Qingxuan stroked it up, cautiously, as if he was afraid that his abrupt actions would offend him, he looked up at Yimo's expression, he really acquiesced, so he felt relieved, touched the waist a few times, raised his arms and stroked along the waistline on the opponent's chest.

He was so sturdy and broad, and the strength and beauty of a man blended just right on him. Shen Qingxuan touched him with almost admiration, raised his body and stretched out his arms, and touched Yimo's chest all over, Yimo looked at his hands. Walk around on yourself, always calm like water. He stroked it by himself, but he was already confused.

The fingertips hesitated and hesitated, Shen Qingxuan gritted his teeth, and finally untied the waist of Yimo's trousers and tore off his trousers.

Thick hair and a clump in the middle suddenly jumped into view. Shen Qingxuan's fingers clutching Yimo's trousers began to tremble, his breathing began to become disordered, and the sound of his heartbeat entered his eardrums, which sounded extremely violent.

He couldn't speak clearly, his eyes were hazy, only vague but incomparably clear organs occupying all corners of his eyes, Shen Qingxuan heard his own voice and said in a mess, "Yi Mo..." He didn't know what he was going to say at all. , the nose is full of the original male taste, which makes people feel hot and confused.

Yimo stroked the top of his head and asked, "Would you like to try it?" Without waiting for him to respond, he pressed the head under his palm and brought it towards him.

Shen Qingxuan had never been fortified, and slammed into it, his face was instantly ticklish and ticklish, and the tip of his nose and lips stopped on the thing, soft.

The peculiar smell of the genitals became heavier, the smoked Shen Qingxuan's face burned with fire, and his brain became a puddle of mucus. He opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue, on the column that had not yet erected. Licking, his hands also spontaneously moved over, passed through the gap between Yimo's legs, and rubbed the other party's sack.

The body fluid of the body gradually wrapped the column, and the part wrapped under the soft skin also protruded out of his head when he licked it, like a sponge soaked in water, gradually expanding and becoming harder.

One of Yimo's hands hung down beside him, the other rested on top of Shen Qingxuan's head, stroking as if encouraging and as if comforting. Occasionally, his fingertips passed through the black hair, and he combed it unhurriedly. His eyes were also closed, as if enjoy.

During the process of licking and kissing, Shen Qingxuan occasionally raised his head, looked at his expression, and soon turned his gaze back, staring at the thick, long and gigantic object for a moment, lowered his head, and licked his blushing and plump top, containing his mouth. middle.

The wet tongue dexterously swept over the objects in the mouth, Shen Qingxuan sucked hard, gently rubbed the protruding edge with the hard edge of the teeth, and occasionally used the tip of the tongue to rub the small opening, straight up. The thing in his mouth swelled again, and he didn't stop with his face and cheeks sore, and he insisted on forcing Yimo's indulgence.

This thought was like a magic spell, and it held Shen Qingxuan tightly.

The posture that Yimo had held for a long time finally began to loosen. He opened his eyes, and he saw people who kept moving, arms around his waist, and facial features that turned his face to please him. Clear-eyed. With almost no thoughts, Yimo moved his waist and pushed himself into the depths of his throat, watching Shen Qingxuan's sudden action, the corners of his choked eyes flushed red and tears were shed.

Shen Qingxuan instinctively wanted to retreat, but he was fixed on the back of his head and had nowhere to retreat. Yimo above was still moving, sending himself into his mouth again and again, Shen Qingxuan said "uuuuuu" and made an overwhelmed nasal sound, of which three points resisted, but seven points accepted it calmly. Yimo's eyes darkened, he moved twice, and pulled out. Put the person who is gasping for breath on the pillow, lower his body, and cover it.

Nose to nose, eye to eye. Shen Qingxuan kept his anger even, covered his throat and still smiled at him, and even brought a bit of pride, like a child who finally conquered the problem, he didn't hide his pride in the slightest. Yimo decided to turn a blind eye to this smile, stretched his hand between the two, and untied the lapel of his robe.

** The moment when their chests were touching, Yimo clearly heard the low voice from Shen Qingxuan's mouth, and his body shuddered at the same time. The low voice was too short to distinguish the meaning contained in it. Yimo knew that he had frozen him, and tried to get up with one hand, but was imprisoned by Shen Qingxuan, and the body that had just separated a little immediately pressed against him, and the hug was so strong that it seemed to embed him into his bones.

Seeing this, Yimo also hugged him again, and only whispered: "I have lost a lot of weight, I have learned to use bones to slap people."

Shen Qingxuan's smiling voice sounded in his ears, slightly hoarse, "If you are good to me, I will gain weight and not use bones to slap you." Even though he said that, the strength in his hands increased, and he hugged him tightly. He hugged his neck and pressed his warm but dry body even tighter, so tight that Emer felt the pain from his ribs.

Yimo was silent for a moment, then he simply emptied all the weight of his upper body and placed it on top of him. The empty hands slid down Shen Qingxuan's slender waist, slid over the surprisingly protruding crotch, and slid toward Shen Qingxuan's buttocks. Holding the only place that can be called plump with both hands, he kneaded two hands in a meaningful way, and said, "There is a lot of meat here," and stretched out his index finger. In his place, "It's okay for you to hold it like this all the time, but here, I'm afraid I'm thinking about it."

Shen Qingxuan's face flushed, but he did not deny it, he let go of his hand, unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers, and tugged it down, revealing the thing that had been hard for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I also think about this. "

Yimo played with that thing twice in his hand, and suddenly remembered his concubine, and said, "This thing that has undergone human affairs is becoming more and more greedy."

Shen Qingxuan ignored his ridicule, just lifted his waist and let himself rub against his palm, with his cool hand on it, indescribably satisfied and comfortable. Yimo also followed him and clenched his movements, fast and slow, then tight and then loose, and after a while, Shen Qingxuan pinched on his shoulder and let out a moan.

With his hands full of liquid, Yimo probed behind him, Shen Qingxuan was indulged in a sense of embarrassment, and he didn't stop it, until Yimo probed a knuckle in, Shen Qingxuan regained his senses and hurriedly asked: "Do you take it? What did you wipe?"

Yimo didn't respond, with a knowing look in his eyes. When Shen Qingxuan thought of what he had just shot, it was used as a lubricant, and he had to return to his body together with Yimo. He was immediately embarrassed, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the wooden box he had taken out earlier and threw it over, saying: "Use this. "

Yimo took it, looked at the "gift" he gave on his birthday, and thought about it: "I seem to have said, you put it on yourself."

He was serious about what he said, but Shen Qingxuan shook his head desperately, his face flushed red, he couldn't imagine himself spreading his legs, revealing his secret place, and smearing with his fingers under his eyelids, and said, "You wipe it."

Yimo was holding the box, but he didn't know what to think. After a while, he leaned down and hugged the man with the flushed cheeks in his arms, biting his earlobe, his tone was a little darker, and he said, "I want you to wipe it. I read."

Shen Qingxuan's body trembled, Yimo hugged him even tighter, still in that bewitching tone, he first kissed his lips, then bit down all the way down his neck, and took a few sips at his collarbone. The red marks made Shen Qingxuan's whole body go soft, and then he bit his earball again, put the small earlobe in his mouth, biting and licking his lips, aiming at the extremely sensitive cochlea, and said slowly: " Show it to me."

Shen Qingxuan's aura had long since become chaotic, when he opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were all red, and a layer of water glittered. Staring at him blankly for a long time, not knowing what to think, he sighed as if admitting defeat, and said, "Just bring it."

After taking the small box, Shen Qingxuan sat up with one hand propped up, spread his legs, blushed and dipped some grease with his fingertips, dipped it on his fingers, looked at Yimo for a moment, and finally closed his eyes tightly, probing. Behind him, the grease on his hands was shaking, like a pitiful look of shame, but he moved closer to the place Yimo had penetrated earlier.

As soon as the ice-cold paste touched the folds at the precise entrance, Shen Qingxuan gasped in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he was doing, and opened his eyes in panic. As soon as he opened it, he saw Yimo Zheng Kneeling between his legs, looking down at the place, his expression was very serious, Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes again in panic, he was stunned, and he did it to the end, no longer holding back his hands, and smeared the grease on it.

Rubbing his fingers there, Shen Qingxuan felt a mixture of shock, shame, taboo and other complex emotions in his heart. Yimo's attentive face flashed in his mind, Shen Qingxuan's heart was beating wildly, as if lard was covered in lard. After hesitating, he pressed his finger at the entrance for a moment, hesitantly, stretched out his fingertip, and stabbed in. At the same time, there was a humiliating groan in his mouth, and his body was sweating.

The atmosphere was solemn, like a sacrifice, and Yi Mojing, who was sitting between his legs, seemed to be turned into air. Only the place where his eyes were stagnant made a small, shuttle sound. Apart from that, only Shen Qingxuan himself was confused. A clump of breathing, occasionally overflowing with a muffled groan.

Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes in confusion, there was no focus, only the movement of his wrists and the knuckles running through his body. He knew that Yimo was watching, and he was watching carefully, his mind was chaotic, but his subordinates became even more arrogant. Some, I explored the inside of myself, smeared the grease evenly without any omission, one finger was not enough, I stretched out another finger, and rubbed it randomly, until I suddenly hit the fatal place, my whole body trembled, " Um", tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and crashed on the pillow with a shattering sound.

"Comfortable?"

Yimo, who had been silent for a while, finally moved and asked.

Shen Qingxuan shook his head and nodded again, his long hair scattered on the bed, like his sanity.

Yimo dipped in some grease and grabbed Shen Qingxuan's wrist before Shen Qingxuan's inner hand was evacuated. He was not allowed to move. The grease-dipped hand swirls and rubs at the rosy and wet entrance. Then he squeezed in, and the two fingers collided in the undisclosed part. Shen Qingxuan realized this and was about to go crazy. Waving his free arm, he grabbed Yimo's wrist between his legs, "Don't..."

Unpredictable in Yimo's eyes, despite his obstruction, he still grabbed Shen Qingxuan's hand inserted in his body and prevented him from moving out, while the other hand rubbed against his, swinging his fingers inward. Pulling out, stabbing in, pulling out again, stabbing in again, endless loops, even twisting the knuckles, teasing Shen Qingxuan's fingers inside his body.

Shen Qingxuan couldn't take it anymore because of the excessively obscene movements. He clearly knew that he shouldn't, but he was still driven to the madness that was dormant in his bones because of this strange and twisted situation.

After a while, Yimo loosened his wrist little by little, Shen Qingxuan looked up with a blurry look, but did not draw out his hand.

Yimo continued to move, leaned down again, and said in his ear: "Move together."

Like a puppet being pulled by a string, Shen Qingxuan also moved, his wrists swayed slowly and mechanically at first, then slowly kept up with Yimo's rhythm, his two fingers moved in and out at the same time with Yimo's finger Facing the wet and soft opening, in the hot and humid interior, their fingers touched and rubbed each other's skin, giving birth to a tacit understanding and pleasant taste.

Just don't know why, Shen Qingxuan's tears fell one by one, first hitting the pillow, and then the wet marks spread to the temples, sliding down silently.

Yimo remained silent and looked at him for a long time. In fact, he also understood in his heart that the teasing had gone too far. But don't want to stop, not at all. Originally, he just wanted to tease him, but now it is real, making Yimo want to bully him and bully him fiercely.

Finally pulling out his hand, he licked away the tears from the corners of Shen Qingxuan's eyes and asked, "Can you wipe it off?"

Shen Qingxuan still couldn't return to God's appearance, he just responded indiscriminately, Yimo kissed his face again, and rubbed his bulging abdomen on his fingers, "Hold it in."

Shen Qingxuan pulled out his hand with one command and one movement, supported his roots, pushed the huge tip against the entrance, and stared at him blankly.

Yimo looked at him for a moment before he sank suddenly and slammed into him arrogantly. Shen Qingxuan let out a "hmm", the long-term foreplay made the entrance very soft, and the entry was effortless, and even the pain was gone, only the fulfillment and joy filled in an instant, instinctively hugged the torso and arched it. He raised his hips to meet him, groaning wildly.

Yimo hugged him in his arms, holding his waist in one hand. The body was wet and warm, and he was tightly bound, as if to squeeze out his blood. The shivering taste spread from the tail spine one after another, and couldn't help taking a deep breath, Yimo withdrew a little, and slammed into it again. He was entangled again, and the entanglement was too strong, as if to force him to be ruthless.

Shen Qingxuan was gasping for breath, raised his head as if he was about to suffocate from being hit, his arms were hanging on his body, every time he was hit, it became a little softer, and he couldn't hang it. trembling. His voice was hoarse and out of tune, and he was screaming indiscriminately. He didn't know how much juice was flowing from the hard objects under his body, and there was a gurgling sound in his thighs.

"Is it comfortable?" Yimo asked in his ear, her voice was still cold and still, but there was a sense of ruthlessness in her tone, and she was finally forced to lose her composure. She only knew that she hit it again and again in the softness, and I wish I could make this flexible The place where he was restrained hit an exit, and it was good to rush out.

But this tender place will only give him a tighter package every time he slams into it fiercely, sucking, squeezing, like algae in the sea, with the softest weapon in the world, as long as it is entangled, it will never die!

Yimo pulled out and turned the distraught person over. With a soft pillow under his abdomen, his hips raised high, he was lying on the bed like an animal, revealing the wet entrance between his thighs, dripping with water and wrinkled. The blood burst open, and it was rubbed to bright red. Just looking at it at a glance, the sight is dazzling. Yimo stretched his waist and stabbed the same wet hard object again, completely submerged and sucked. Mo exited and advanced again, that mouth bit him tightly, like a bright piranha, swallowing his blood was not enough.

"Is it comfortable?" Yimo asked again in a cold voice, holding Shen Qingxuan's waist with both hands and lifting it up, bringing it to him again and again, and every time he brought it, he straightened his waist and bumped into him head-on. The slamming of limbs resounded through the house, with a faint murderous aura.

Shen Qingxuan was unaware of all of this. The excessively violent wave washed over his body. The flowers were already white before his eyes. Yimo's voice was suddenly far and near, as if it came from another distant shore. There was a joy that almost made people die, Shen Qingxuan answered ignorantly: "Comfortable..." Then he shouted under another wave of impact, twisting the quilt in his hand, the pain under his body was frantic, but the back was sore and numb. Making people want to die, he couldn't help calling: "Help me...help me..."

Yimo was about to reach out and reach over to relieve him, but before he touched his hand, he retracted it temporarily, pinched his waist, and said in a low voice, "Just shoot me from the back."

Shen Qingxuan shook his head frantically and didn't know if he could hear clearly, but he could see that he was resisting. He even stretched out his hand in front of him, wanting to have a good time, but Yimo grabbed his elbow and held him on his back. superior.

Yimo repeated again: "Just shoot me from the back." After a short pause, he added: "I want to see how you get shot by me."

Shen Qingxuan was already unconscious, but he was in a trance and stopped struggling. Yimo also hesitated, and let go of his hand. With his hands free, Shen Qingxuan did not have any intention of comforting himself, he just choked and made a very miserable sound.

But after all, it is too difficult to ejaculate with the back, especially for Shen Qingxuan who has never had such experience, the pain is about to burst, but he still can't get out, his uncomfortable arm is swaying on the bed, and he wants to grab it. The things he relied on to vent his distress, but the bedding had already been swept far away, and he couldn't get anything, nothing. Empty.

In the end, he finally made a sound other than whimpering, but he shouted Yimo's name and said, "Hugging me."

"Emo, hug me."

"hug me."

Yimo's body was slightly stagnant, and Shen Qingxuan, who was paralyzed in the chair that day, floated in his mind, so natural, so bloody, with a heart ashes of despair, he stretched out his hand to him, dripping with blood. Say: Hug me.

Like a dying child, the only memory in this world is just a hug from him.

The demon who has lived for thousands of years has become accustomed to doing his own way. This is the first time in his long and boundless life that someone needs him so urgently.

As if nothing but him.

But he walked over and hugged him in his arms. The person curled up in his arms pulled the beads around his neck and returned him.

Yimo leaned down and hugged the person who was lying on the bed repeatedly calling for hugs into his arms. For some unknown reason, Yimo opened his mouth, and his snow-white hard teeth bit down fiercely. Shen Qingxuan's The back of the neck was deeply pierced, and blood beads overflowed along the edge of the teeth in an instant. Following the same fierce impact under him, Shen Qingxuan only heard a cry, trembling violently in the sudden pain and pleasure, and finally. is leaked out.

After licking the blood he made, Yimo asked in a deep voice, "Shen Qingxuan, what do you want?"

Shen Qingxuan didn't return to consciousness, his body was still trembling, and he replied unconsciously, "I want to marry you."