- You are my hometown.

As a human being for three generations, Liu Yan remembered everything clearly. Naturally, also remember this sentence, the most beautiful love story.

The person who said this is attached to himself at the moment, like a worm that penetrates the bones, burrows into the flesh and penetrates the heart.

But more than two hundred years ago, a cup of hot tea opened the prelude to this entanglement.

Liu Yan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You stupid snake." But his arms were like vines, tightly wrapped around his thin body, and his chest was pressed against him, making the other person's body temperature equal to his own.

The warm body was attached to it, like a fire, but it was not a hurtful scorching heat. It only comfortably warmed his chest, which was extraordinarily comfortable. Yimo lowered his head and kissed him, the tip of his tongue roamed between his obedient teeth for a moment, then he burrowed in, holding the soft tongue that was coming up, sucking, as if it was such a delicious delicacy, Make him insatiable and sucking.

The numb pleasure bloomed in his mouth, and when Liu Yan was licked to the upper jaw, Liu Yan involuntarily trembled, and his head fainted. Until Yimo let him go, he opened his mouth and murmured in a trance: Yimo.

imo. He called very softly, as if whispering and speaking in a eloquent voice.

Reincarnation III, the last remaining is still this name.

Yi - Mo -

He whispered, his lips were red and swollen, the lip lines were invisible, the pink and greasy tongue was like a dexterous fish between the white teeth, flickering and flashing, his lips were wet and closed, his voice was hoarse and blurred, as if a name Let him get **.

Yimo's hand trembled, and his name was called out from this mouth, as if there was the power of a bayonet to see blood, which made his heart twitch and gurgled a lot of pain.

His eyes darkened immediately, and with a little force, Yimo raised his waist, clasped the narrow waistline with both hands, pinched it, and then rubbed it slowly, while lowering his head, biting on the raised body in front of him, the already hardened small body. Small tits.

Liu Yan let out a "uh", not really how comfortable it was, but the pain of being sucked and bitten by him, but raised his head and looked at the man, who stuck out his red tongue and licked it on his nipple, leaving a faint trace of water on it. , and hold it with his teeth, hold it in his mouth and fiddle with it with the tip of his tongue. The indescribable color is overflowing.

The pain suddenly changed into a twisted pleasure, Liu Yan couldn't help groaning, and the bottom also rose up high, rubbing against Yimo's lower abdomen impatiently, the top of the horse's eyes was soaked, and a lot of transparent liquid flowed out.

"I can't bear it anymore?" Yimo raised his head, his voice steady.

Everything has been settled, and there is no need to worry anymore. Instead, he calms down, has full patience, and is willing to take his time.

Liu Yan raised his chest and handed over the other side that had been left out, and whispered, "This way..."

"Um?"

"...Here, too." The nipple on the right was already stiff like a small pebble, and Liu Yan put it to his mouth, and said in a distraught, "Kiss."

Kiss, he said. Yimo lowered his head and bit the nipple that was brought to his mouth fiercely. Liu Yan gave a low cry in the pain. Yimo hurriedly changed his lips to soothing. His arms trembled.

Liu Yan closed his eyes, his mind was chaotic, and he could only deliver his chest to his mouth along his instinct. The over-bited ** exuded bee sting-like pain in every touch, and then immediately afterward. The change in licking and kissing became itchy, and the brain burrowed into the flesh and blood, spreading wildly along the muscles, and the limbs and bones were unbearably itchy. I can't help but recall the joyful, ** bone-eroding taste. He stretched his legs uncontrollably, hooked one foot on Yimo's waist, and raised his hips to rub against his crotch.

He rubbed up on his own, and Yimo naturally took all the orders, but Liu Yan was already confused, and his movements were inevitably chaotic. The part of the lower waist, which had been hard for a long time, just stood against his deep concave place, and was attached to one place without any barrier.

This action caused Liu Yan to moan uncontrollably. His face suddenly turned rosy. He raised his head and closed his eyes tightly as if in shame. Even his neck and neck were covered in pink, as if the paint had been dipped in water. Smudged on white paper, fresh and sultry.

Yimo leaned over and bit his throat with his mouth open. It was the position of the throat bone, a thin layer of flexibility followed by an extremely hard bone. On par with his sharp teeth. Yimo bit down, biting his teeth, and then rubbing his lips back and forth, and then switched to sipping. A lot of water color dripped and spread, Liu Yan snorted, and the nasal sound was sticky and long. It was moist and slightly salty when licked, but had the taste he liked.

He likes the taste, warm, thick, passionate, just for himself. Yimo licked his neck, biting with teeth from time to time, biting hard every time, as if he was going to be swallowed alive and swallowed into his stomach, but every time he saw blood, he would lick it with his tongue. soothe.

Liu Yan groaned, and the swing of her waist and hips became more intense.

At this moment, there are no peach blossoms on his body, and there is no beautiful scenery that he saw when the little snake was born a thousand years ago, but it is clearly bright and dripping, exuding a smell that can make males estrus.

Yimo buckled his waist, lifted the man up and sat on him, the hard part was sunk in the shadow of the hip crevice, Yimo looked down at Liu Yan's root, which had been raised for a long time, and he didn't know how much mucus was flowing out. It's all wet. Pale in color, unmanned, with sparse hair.

This body was raised by him, and he has never touched anyone or been touched by others. Totally his.

From childhood to adulthood, he took care of it all with one hand, washing and feeding, and serving on the side. Didn't get the slightest flesh wound.

The only exception was when he personally gouged out the cinnabar from his chest.

Yimo's gaze rested on Liu Yan's chest. His chest was glowing with water, and his nipples were swollen and swollen, but the grain of cinnabar above was gone. There is only a piece of smooth skin and flesh, and there is no trace of the previous scars.

Yimo kissed the spot where there used to be a red mole. Soft and soothing, as if apologetic.

Liu Yan's sanity seemed to be returned to the cage because of this move. He looked down at the person who buried his head and kissed his chest, pursed his lips, and finally laughed: "You think I'm stupid..."

Yimo raised his head and didn't lie to him, "It started to dislike it."

"I know." Liu Yan lowered his eyes and kissed his forehead: "Then you said you like fools."

Yimo stroked his waist and said slowly: "Do you blame me for letting you have the memory of the third world without authorization?"

Liu Yan shook his head with a smile, held his face, leaned over and said softly, "If I've always been stupid, haven't I been bullied by you all the time?"

No, they are bullied to death!

The two of them recalled the "adult ceremony" not long ago, one was full of love, the other was stupid and didn't know about personnel affairs, and even enjoyed the grievances and grievances of enjoyment.

Liu Yan couldn't help but knocked on his head and said, "You just bully me as a fool!"

Yimo took his hand and held it tightly before saying, "If I don't bully you, who am I going to bully?"

Liu Yan was speechless, and it took him a long time to recognize it, so let him bully others? I definitely don't want to. Don't you deserve to be bullied? After thinking about it, I felt a little unwilling. I swung my waist and rubbed twice on the huge object in the shadow of the buttocks, narrowing my eyes and saying, "You promised not to bully me."

Yimo should have been ashamed, but instead, he showed some grievances and said, "I can't help it!"

I just want to bully you, but I can't help it! Yimo was as confident as ever, and raised his waist as he spoke, letting his hard object rub against the small entrance.

I didn't know that I acted like a little boy, and when I met someone I liked, I had to make fun of the other person to cry, so I was reluctant to stop, and I was wronged - look, how fun, why are you crying?

Liu Yan shivered for a moment, soft in his arms, his mind was completely dizzy, and he was completely useless. In this world, things are originally one thing falling into one thing. There is their number, each other is each other's nemesis.

In the end, it was still: "Bad snake!" Liu Yan reprimanded.

- Bad snake.

Obviously he was scolding himself, but Yimo could hear a bit of resentment and a bit of willingness from these words. He couldn't help feeling hot, grabbed his waist and looked down at his penis completely hidden in the shadow of the other's buttocks. Even if he hadn't entered, he could clearly feel the heat and tender touch there.

"I want to go in," said Yimo, and then pushed up, at first only a small amount of friction, then gradually increased, until the white body was pushed up and down in his arms, like tumbling under the moonlight waves. Liu Yan closed his eyes, he had tasted it, and he was in love. Wanting to start a prairie prairie, when he said this, he immediately softened his body and blurted out, "Come in..." He didn't care if he didn't lubricate, even if he was torn apart, he was willing.

Yimo shook his head, buried himself in his chest while biting and kissing, and said, "You haven't been through this body, I'm afraid you're going to turn red." Besides, he hasn't grown yet, and he's only seventeen.

When Liu Yan heard the words, his face was blushing and he was about to bleed, his whole body was hot, and even the dense part was hot after dawdling for a long time, and the fan closed and contracted under the shadow of the buttocks. Liu Yanchang put his hand between the two, raised his body and held the object that was hovering outside, fiddled with it against the secret place, turned his face away, and Liu Yan said, "I thought about it..."

"What are you thinking about?" Yimo didn't expect him to be so frank. The fire in his body was so hot that he couldn't help but misinterpreted: "Do you want me to open a bud for you?"

"..." Liu Yan thought, this snake is really bad in the bones!

"Do you want to?" Yimo was still asking.

"...Hmm." A very light voice came out, and Liu Yan felt that he was being roasted by the blazing temperature.

Yimo was actually teasing him, but he really agreed, and he suddenly lost his mind. He took the sandalwood box that was used earlier, dug a large piece in his hand, and wiped it for himself in three or two strokes. , reached behind Liu Yan again, fondled the place, rubbed a fingertip in, smashed it to the end, and pulled it out again, hurriedly stuffing the second finger in.

Liu Yan blushed, took a breath and said, "Don't worry about it, come in."

Yimo's hands stagnated for a while, and she said dumbly, "No way."

Liu Yan hooked his neck, leaned over and licked his auricle, whispering in a blurry voice: "It's very itchy inside."

The love words between the bed are the most provocative, and the person who said this is also the person who has been on his heart for hundreds of years, and even the iron man has turned into a soft finger.

How could Yimo still hold on to it.

Even Liu Yan released it for himself. There was a twisted pleasure in the swing, and most of the body softened. All that was left was the entrance that was pushed up at the back, and the bulging pain in front of him that was about to burst.

"It will break." At this time, he could still hold on to his senses, which showed that Yimo really felt bad for him.

"..." Liu Yan swung his waist and rubbed against the top of his penis, and said vaguely, "Itchy, come in and mess with it."

In the next second, the person who said such sensational words was held by his waist and raised his hips. Yimo couldn't care less about being gentle. The red waistline led the already soft body to sink slowly. Liu Yan's thin panting disappeared in an instant, he closed his eyes and groaned, and sat down suddenly with his waist down.

Completely submerged.