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Chapter 78 Volume Three Thirteen
Even though she was smeared with grease, she didn't have enough preparation, Liu Yan suffered a lot, and her brain was dazed, nothing was left, only pain!
pain!
It's just that the pain was what he was willing to endure, and he endured it without complaining. There were too many obstacles in the previous life, he never had a good time with Yimo, and the matter of bedding turned into a tribulation time and time again, torturing himself and others. Just a lot of regrets and regrets.
So in this life, obviously he is a fool and can do whatever he wants, but Yimo hasn't really moved - except for the "adult ceremony" that was abandoned halfway.
The two lives were people with heavy hearts. The memory of the three lives was together, and Liu Yan had already developed a heart and a shrewd insight into the world. He could see clearly that Yimo didn't move a fool, not because he didn't want to. but fear.
After thousands of years of practice, the unscrupulous old demon also has fear.
It's all because in the last life and this matter, both of them tossed too hard, they tossed out their spirits, and they left each other with bloody scars.
In the first life, they are the joy of mixing oil with honey, and they have never been bad. Perhaps it was because it was too good that the good things in the past became torture in the second life. Even Yimo, who was tortured, was terrified and did not dare to act rashly.
For the fools of the third generation, they are all cautious, and they will not touch if they can.
Thinking of this, Liu Yan didn't feel that it hurt so much, but it hurt more. The pain is solid, and there is no falsification at all.
There was a bloody smell overflowing from the connection, Yimo was keenly aware of it, and his heart froze, and his instinct was to retreat. He didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to hurt him before, and he didn't want to hurt him now. Where would he be willing?
The person who finally got it, the person who has been sparring for more than two hundred years before he really embraced it. A slight injury was enough for him to feel distressed, and he also saw red.
He is such an astute person, and his mind is no longer a priority at this time, and he has completely forgotten that if he quits at this time, it will only make Liu Yan more painful.
Sure enough, just as he moved, Liu Yan shouted, "Don't move."
Yimo hurriedly paused, only to realize that he was really dizzy, and that he could even make such a mistake. It seems that since meeting this person, he has often made mistakes.
One wrong step, one wrong step, and the whole game is lost in the end.
But there is no unwillingness, it is really painful to lose, and there is joy in the pain. Really happy!
Yimo leaned over and kissed his pale face, then reached out to stroke his waist, and said in a low voice, "Relax."
"I think so too," Liu Yan said, not knowing what to think, "puchi" laughed out loud, hugged him and whispered, "You get smaller, and I feel less pain."
Yimo pinched his waist and said, "Is this too disgusting? Don't you like it?"
"..." Liu Yan hung on him, bit his ear and said, "But it hurts."
Yimo hugged him. Although he didn't dare to move, he didn't prevent him from talking nonsense. He whispered, "You made me 'bloom'."
"..." Liu Yan's face was pale at first, but it will turn rosy again, and shyly buried his face on Yimo's shoulder.
The two fit together, not daring to move, but hugging each other tightly, whispering and talking nonsense, they are really affectionate and warm.
Only Liu Yan was ashamed, Yimo was proud, reached out and touched the joint between the two, raised his hand, it was really bloody, but also distressed, but couldn't help laughing, leaned into Liu Yan's ear and said : "See for yourself, it really turned red."
Liu Yan opened his mouth and bit his neck, not allowed to say any more.
How could Yimo let him go? I don't know when he made a white handkerchief, the blood on his fingers rubbed it, and wiped the handkerchief on the place where the two were biting tightly. The handkerchief was stained with blood. Yimo asked Liu Yan to watch, but Liu Yan did not watch. Yimo took the veil and said, "It's really turning red. Tomorrow, let Shen Jue buy an old hen and stew it for you to nourish your body."
Liu Yan was embarrassed and annoyed, but he didn't dare to move rashly. His body was really in pain, so he could only pretend that he was deaf and couldn't hear anything.
"Qingxuan," Yimo stretched out his tongue and licked his auricle carefully, while saying in a deep voice, "Calling Xianggong."
"..."
"Xiao Jiu," Yimo insisted, hugged the earlobe in front of him and licked it, the person in the licking arms trembled, and the secret place shrank a bit as if being implicated, so he forcibly held back his pleasure and continued to coax: "Call Master of Sound."
"..."
"Fool..." Yimo called.
Liu Yan couldn't help but scolded: "Shut up!" His face was red.
"Xiaosheng Xianggong." Yimo was so easy to be rejected by him, so I blew in his ear and coaxed him over and over again: "Sound Xianggong."
"..."
"Calling Xianggong..." Yimo lowered his voice, which was extraordinarily provocative. Liu Yan, who was deliberately trying to tease, also got angry, and his whole body was hot in his arms and he refused to let go. While inciting, he kneaded around on the flesh of the person in his arms, like kneading dough, sometimes fast, slow, light and heavy, then lowered his head and bit Liu Yan's red and swollen nipples, sucking and sucking. sound.
Liu Yan's temples that had been rectified were bulging and jumping up, blue veins protruding on the side of his neck, and his mind was dizzy. Inadvertently, his wish was granted.
With a low voice like a mosquito: "Xianggong." The voice was so small that it was almost indiscernible, but he curled up his toes ashamed, huddled in the sockets of his feet, and sweat dripped from his body.
Yimo, who was buried in his body, swelled again in an instant. Liu Yan was sore and unbearable, and moved his body involuntarily, his soft and tight intestines. In an instant, the wall rushed towards Yimo in all directions, Yang. Things are tightly packed. "Well..." Yimo closed her eyes comfortably, savoring the subtle contraction there, and couldn't help but say again: "No hurry, your place is warm and tight, and it's very comfortable."
Liu Yan let out a "bah", thinking that you are in a hurry.
Yimo kissed him on the mouth again, sticking it on it and kissing it refreshingly enough, and then said: "You are very good tonight, and the husband will serve you well."
"..." Liu Yan turned her face away and waited for a while before fighting back, "Bad thing!"
"Is it really bad?" Yimo held up his hips, guessing that it was almost there, carefully lifted him up a little, and put it down again.
Positive. Things shuttled through Liu Yan's body, breaking ground, Liu Yan snorted, and lay on top of him softly, not moving.
"Uncomfortable?" Yimo asked, holding his waist again and lifting it up, until his roots were completely withdrawn, with blood and melted grease, a thick wet stick that looked terrifying at first glance The murder weapon that has just licked blood.
It was when he completely withdrew that the blood in Liu Yan's body began to flow out.
The bright red blood flowed down the pure white legs, like a thin red thread, and in the swaying candle shadow, it was more like a slender snake, and there was a fishy sweetness between his legs.
As beautiful as a virgin broken melon, coquettish.
Yimo quickly looked away, not to take a second look. He was afraid, afraid that he couldn't help swallowing this man alive and tearing it apart.
Liu Yan knelt on the bed and looked down at the blood on his leg. He didn't expect so much blood, but he didn't feel much pain at this time.
Perhaps there were many microvessels there, so the small wound looked scary enough.
Raising his head, Liu Yan knelt back on Yimo's waist and asked, "Are you afraid?"
Yimo ignored him, dipped his hand in the grease, and stabbed his fingertips into the wet entrance, which opened slightly. It was not difficult for the knuckles to enter and the wound was not serious. Disappeared.
About seventy years ago, on such a starry night, someone knelt down on the bed, and someone invaded his body from behind. The invader was naked, and the only decoration on his body was a dagger that was immersed in flesh and blood on his chest. The person who was invaded was not injured, but there was a lot of blood flowing from his thighs, but it was not his. It was the man behind him, who clearly hurt him, but he couldn't be ruthless, so he had to secretly guide the blood flowing from his chest to the junction of the two. as lubrication.
The mutation that night started and ended, the blood in his heart never stopped, and the lubricating blood in that person's thighs never dried up.
Liu Yan held the very terrifying thing, dug out the grease again, smeared it carefully, raised his waist after smearing it, and held the stick against his body, using the only place that could contain and bear it. , swallowed him again.
"Yimo," Liu Yan suppressed his hand and stopped him, "I'm not afraid of pain."
Liu Yan said softly, kissed his lips, and slowly swayed his waist between his lips and teeth, and put him deeper into his body, whispering: "I want you to come in, let you into my body... no more. make you hurt..."
Yimo was silent, and he had nothing to say, and hugged him in his arms and kissed him softly. During the kiss, his hands slipped along the curve of Liu Yan's back, over his waist, over his buttocks, Yimo held it, lifted it a little, and pinned it to his roots again. Ups and downs, heavier and heavier each time, bigger and bigger, moist and warm, tightly wrapped around him, shrunk, twisted, as if squeezing his soul, entangled again and again Come here, every time **.
Liu Yan groaned. After the inside of the body was filled with fullness, the pain became an illusion, and what was more tangible was the joy brought by every filling. Yimo knows his body very well, and knows where to push back is the right place. After a dozen pushes, he finds the right place. Every time he breaks in, he pushes open the locked tight place like a sharp cone. After squeezing out a narrow gap, he squeezed himself in completely, rubbed the point fiercely, and smashed in violently, heartily. Liu Yan swayed up and down in his arms, the corners of his eyes gradually moistened, as if covered with a layer of fog, and the water vapor was dense. The one in front of him also stood tall, spitting out mucus and rubbing against Yimo.
"...No way..." cried out in a hoarse voice, Liu Yan grabbed Yimo's shoulders, not knowing whether he wanted him to be harder or to stop, shaking his head desperately, only to feel the pain in his body. Things are like a whip, constantly whipping and pounding, the body is sore and itchy, and it stops with each pounding, and soon it becomes sore and itchy again, wanting more.
"Comfortable?" Yimo smiled, blocking his gasping lips, and then released it after kissing hard, his breathing was also chaotic, and he turned the person in his arms over and pressed him under him. He held Liu Yan's two ankles apart, put them on his shoulders, and pulled a soft pillow under his waist. As soon as the posture changed, Liu Yan's waist was hanging in the air, and his legs were wide and his hips were arched towards the top. Yimo leaned over, held her wet little mouth aimed at Yanhong's open mouth, and slammed it in from top to bottom.
"Ah..." Liu Yan screamed, trying to straighten her legs but making Yimo's pressure even more tortuous, the illusion that her internal organs were being pierced, but when she saw the other party's eyes full of **, the discomfort all turned into Pleasure - so pretty. It's so beautiful to be caught in a **** like this. Be nicer, be crazy, be intense, or be broken.
Because of this sudden thought, Liu Yan wrapped his arms around his neck, and suddenly said, "It's so wet." When you enter, there will be a sound of water, sticky and sticky crackling.
"Not only wet... but also very hot." Yimo said, his waist straightening faster.
"...Then do you like it or not?"
"I like it, it's comfortable." Yimo panted and replied, her voice hoarse and sexy, Liu Yan trembled a little and twisted him tighter. Yimo couldn't stand it, and he didn't want to give up this pleasure too quickly, so he couldn't help but pinched his waist, and whispered, "Don't clamp it so tightly." As he said it, he pushed back dozens of times in a fit of anger. Down, Liu Yan, who was as dry as a storm, burst into tears. Tears dripped down from the corners of his eyes, and he opened his mouth but only moaned. Especially the thing in front of it, trembling and trembling, it is obviously about to climb to the top. Every time Yimo lifts it, the object bounces tremulously and spit out a lot of mucus.
"It's called Xianggong." Yimo said, his aura was also fierce, just like the thing under him, there was a kind of viciousness that was at the end of the road, and it doubled to toss the people in his arms.
Liu Yan cried and shook his head. He had already called once before, so why would he want to cry again, but the pain in front of him was painful, and the back was sore and numb. He shook his head and refused to obey him.
"Call Xianggong, I'll let you ejaculate." Yimo said maliciously, knowing that his body was still very tender, and it would be difficult to get out just with the back, and it would only make it more uncomfortable. He just wants to fuck him out, until he calls his husband, and he can shoot from the back. Of course he couldn't say that.
Liu Yan opened his eyes blankly, his lower body was fascinated, and he couldn't tell whether he was real or fake. He only knew that the back was sore and soft, and the front was going to be broken. Every pore on the whole body was full of discomfort that could not be vented. .
After sobbing a few times, Liu Yan hugged his neck and shouted honestly, "Xiang Gong."
As soon as the voice came out, Liu Yan groaned, and she had the illusion that she was a woman. She was being fucked hard by a man. Suddenly, there was a kind of deformed pleasure, and there was no need for Yimo to be bewitched. She frankly apologized. , "Xiang Gong, you can hurt me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yimo slammed his mouth shut. It could be seen that if people were forced to have nowhere to go, they would become hysterical, and even the demons would have to admit defeat.
Imogen just wanted to toss him, bullying and hurting—he was used to it. Unexpectedly, people turned around and almost went crazy.
Realizing that Jingguan could no longer be held, Yimo also conceded defeat. He walked in and out of his body with a straight waist and murmured, "This mouth of yours...", the moment when the essence came out, he still held Liu Yan's root. The purple thing was in his hand, and after fiddling and rubbing, the two of them shot out in salvo.