Chapter 89

The kiss went from the palm to the base of the finger, the pulp of the finger, and then Jiang Ting felt that the tip of his finger was bitten. The stinging pain from the canine teeth and the slight itching of the tongue licking were transmitted to the nerve endings at the same time. With a conditioned reflex, he broke free from the confinement of the stricture of the teeth. He lowered his head and saw a faint light of water flashing on his ring finger, a few teeth. The print is clearly visible.

"Are you a dog... uh!..."

Jiang Ting's thighs were separated by Yan Yan's knees, and then he was forced to squeeze between his legs. Although the two of them maintained a close-to-stand posture, their lower bodies were entangled in a dangerously intimate posture. Extraordinarily prominent.

"I'm here to ask for my birthday present," Yan Yan whispered in Jiang Ting's ear.

Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "...I'm going to buy you a present tomorrow."

"No, I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Then what do you want?"

Yan Yan laughed at the gurgling sound of the boiling water, slapped his pants through his trousers, and pushed forward with malice and aggression. He has been hard since he entered the house, and there is no tendency to soften at all. Instead, he is getting more and more congested and hot, and even the frequency of the pulsation of the blue veins is clearly transmitted to Jiang Ting's skin through the fabric.

"Not much," he said, "then I'll give you a present."

Jiang Ting pulled away and left, but Yan Yan moved faster. He bent over and lifted his knees, then carried him on his shoulders. He walked out of the pantry to the master bedroom in a few steps. After entering the bathroom, he kicked the door shut, then put Jiang Ting down on the ground, and pushed him into the corner to hold it firmly.

With Yan Yan's stature, he felt extremely oppressive in the relatively small space of the bathroom, leaving Jiang Ting with no way to escape. He was directly clamped on the waist and hip, and forced to stare at each other in this face-to-face posture.

"Why are you running?"

"..."

"Don't you like me?"

Jiang Ting's lips moved, but pursed again.

Yan Yan's facial features are indeed a bit different from the current popular aesthetics. He has a pure male aggression, sharp and tough lines, handsome but not very serious. When he looked at someone from top to bottom, his eyes narrowed slightly. The small bone from the root of the mountain to the bridge of the nose was straighter than the back of a knife, and every pore on his body exuded the viciousness and bandit that he had cultivated in his career as a criminal policeman for more than ten years. gas.

"Speak." Yan Yan approached slowly, his lips almost touching Jiang Ting's lips when he spoke: "Don't you like me?"

Jiang Ting opened his mouth to answer something, but was suddenly grabbed by the throat.

This kiss was different from every previous time. In the close entanglement, the organs of Yan Yan's lower body that were so hard that they almost jumped out kept pressing against Jiang Ting's thighs. The exact same movements up and down made Jiang Ting suddenly feel extremely absurd and erotic, as if a barrier that he had always guarded cautiously suddenly cracked. pour into your body.

"Don't move, give me two more hits." Yan Yan spoke eagerly and vaguely, pinching Jiang Ting's elbow with his five fingers, and the other hand easily broke through and struggled, pulling Jiang Ting's shirt buttons from top to bottom two or three times. One, then inserted into the back waistband of the elastic band, panted and asked with a smile, "Is it hard?"

More than hard, it is so hard and hot that it will explode.

From Yan Yan's point of view, Jiang Ting's ears were as red as blood, but his face was extremely pale. His jet-black brows were tightly wrinkled, and a strict fine line was drawn, and his cheeks showed the unnatural tension when he clenched his posterior molars.

His forehead was sweating, but Yan Yan knew that it was definitely not because of the heat - because his elbows were shaking slightly.

He is nervous.

Yan Yan himself could not have imagined that Jiang Ting's calm and sometimes indifferent face, regardless of the situation, would show such restrained and restrained tension because of himself. This gave Yan Yan considerable psychological stimulation. If the evil fire in his heart was only faintly burning just now, it suddenly rose against the storm, and there was not even the last trace of undetectable hesitation.

"Can we go to bed later?" Yan Yan asked in a low voice.

Jiang Ting shivered and grabbed Yan Yan's wrist and said, "You will regret it later..."

Yan Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and Junmei's eyes narrowed: "No."

Jiang Ting still wanted to struggle, but immediately his cold fingers were pulled apart by Yan Xun and held in the palm of his hand, and then the trousers at home were withdrawn and silently fell to the ground along his ankles. Yan Xun turned him over and pushed him against the tiled wall from the back, like a beast in estrus eager to court him, unable to restrain him, squeezing him, pushing him, first biting Jiang Ting's hair, and then biting along his temples. Reaching his ears and cheeks, he breathed and kissed his warm and delicate side neck, and at the same time pulled the chain of his trousers, and the murder weapon popped out, impatient and unruly trying to push it in.

When the rough and terrible things just touched the flesh, Jiang stopped his back and tightened.

His tail sound changed, because Yan Yan's fingertips suddenly stuffed in.

Just like the sandpaper was rubbed into the intestinal tract, Jiang stopped his fingers suddenly grasped the tile wall surface, leaving five fingerprint marks. Yan Yan tried to twitch his fingers, but he couldn't move tightly. He panting a few mouthfuls, suddenly pulled out his hand to grab the cream by the face of the face of the face, only then he had time to look at it, and then dug out a puppet. Come to hurriedly apply it on his fingers and squeezed it in again.

Now that the fingers of fingers became much easier, but Jiang Pu's tight back did not relax. Yan Yan stretched his hands over his shoulder to his shoulder, pulled his chin close to himself, and kept kissing the slightly humid forehead.

"Don't be afraid, don't hurt. Don't be afraid ..."

Jiang Pu gritted his teeth and felt that his fingers were increasing, but he couldn't say a few, and soon began to bear pain. He just wanted to grab Yan Yan's arm, and suddenly the pressure in his body was light, and his rough and tough fingers were removed.

"Yan Yan ..."

"Um." Yan Yan whispered, "I love you."

Jiang stopped slightly, only hearing him and said, "I want you to know."

In this case, Jiang stopped a upside -down disturbance, but he hadn't had time to respond. He was thicker and hot, and the blue tendon jumped to the acupuncture point, and suddenly squeezed it in!

Suddenly, Jiang stopped his eyes black, his brain was blank, and his ears were buzzing. He hadn't realized what he was doing, and he had already grasped Yan Yan's hand on his waist bone, and the back of his hand stabbed the blue tendon immediately: "Out ... out!"

The ferocious thing was forced to stuff half into half, and the strong pleasure was already hitting like a boulder. Yan Yan's temple jumps, and he can't stop it. He is more fierce than physiological psychological stimulus mixed with satisfaction, obsession and more desires, and quickly climb the brain along the central nervous system.

He stopped from Jiang to his left shoulder in front of him, grabbing his right shoulder to press the prey that he didn't cover his body in his arms, gasping at the same time, and kept kissing Jiang's hair.

"... No," Jiang Pu's voice trembled: "You are too ... you are too big ..."

"Not big."

"you……"

The next sound was drowned in the kiss, and Yan Yan's solid shoulder muscles were trembling, because of the irresistible excitement and excitement. He paused Jiang completely on the wall, inserted from behind him, and felt that he had opened the tender and tights inner wall, just like breaking the heart of the person to stop this person in the heart of the fog. Grab him in his strong palm.

"I like you." Yan Yan gasped sharply: "I don't know why this is the case, it is really ... it is a strange thing."

However, Jiang Pu couldn't hear anything now. If he just made the buzz tinnitus caused by the blood flow of his whole body just now, then the entire eardrum is a loud noise.

He tried his best to escape the horror pressure of more and more deeper into the body. This action was subconscious, but it was not helpful at all, and the feeling of being controlled and inserted was clear to almost piercing. The insertion process seemed to never have the end. When Yan Yan finally inserted the hairless weapon completely at the same time, Jiang Pu's cold sweats rushed out.

From the fragile throat raised to the dying, to the chest and the abdomen with a half -cut shirt, it seemed like being soaked by the water, and the slight light was glowing.

Really embarrassing, he thought involuntarily, struggling to twist his head in strict stubbornness, and did not look at the mirror on the sidelines on his face.

This look is really weak, absurd and embarrassed, and even he can't even feel good.

But Yan Yan laughed and whispered, "You look so beautiful."

He pulled out a little bit, and before Jiang stopped to emit a little relief, he bumped back deeper and heavier, and cut the tight inner wall fiercely!

"what……!"

"You look so good." Yan Yan kept saying, as if using some invisible forces to build a transparent safety fortress, and repeatedly said, "I like you, Jiang Po, you are so beautiful ..."

The sound of water brought by quickly plugged in the bathroom accumulated, the stimulus was constantly stacked, and it was thrown to an incredible height, but it seemed to never get the liberation of the peak. Jiang Pu was constantly tortured and softened throughout the body, and even the station couldn't stand. All the weight was killed in the arms bent, so as to make it more fiercely to the inside, even regardless of the tender meat on the deepest part of the inner wall. , Crying squeak with water.

"Does it still hurt?" Yan Yan panting in his ear and asked, "Does it hurt, uh?"

Jiang Shun couldn't answer a word at all, and even his breathing was hit intermittently, and his teeth were constantly leaked to the moan that he had tolerate and collapsed.

Cold sweat soaked through his always handsome, cold and unhurried face, and the skin on his side cheeks was like porcelain washed with water, extraordinarily smooth and pale. Only the half-opened lips were bright red, and they couldn't even force themselves to endure it, and they kept trembling when they were inserted.

Yan Yan stared at him as if enchanted, put two fingers into his mouth, and hooked his lips and mouth with the frantically advancing movement of his lower body.

"Look at me, Jiang Ting, look at me... Who am I?"

Jiang Ting's consciousness was crushed to pieces by the vicious organs of his lower body, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Who do you say I am?" But the abominable instigator kept asking, as if he was determined to take an answer out of his mouth: "Look at me, what's my name?"

Jiang Ting frowned tightly, shook his head and tried to struggle, but the unfamiliar pleasure slowly rose from the inside of his constantly ravaged body, spreading to his limbs and bones, even his fingers were vaguely numb.

"……strict……"

This brief ending was choked up in his throat, but Yan Yan felt like he had been hit with a tube of stimulants. The pores of his body were stimulated to open, and the huge expectation he had never had before made his mind. Confused for a while.

"Yan Yan..."

Yan Yan's first reaction was not to believe his ears, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that joy came suddenly like a storm. He suddenly pulled out the organ that was about to explode, carried Jiang Ting out of the bathroom, and fell directly onto the big bed in the master bedroom. Then he lifted Jiang Ting's slender leg and put it on his shoulder, and then he straightened up again and inserted it all the way!

This face-to-face attitude left Jiang Ting's face with nowhere to hide, but had no choice but to expose it to Yan Yan's gaze. Every subtle expression on that face was imprinted in Yan Yan's heart, and even pain and forbearance became the best aphrodisiac.

"I love you, Jiang Ting," he repeated over and over again, "I love you."

After an unknown number of extraordinarily violent and frantic thrusts, the genital finally sprinted to a terrifying depth, and a large amount of thick semen erupted. During the ejaculation process, the genitals were still twitching, one after another, being sucked repeatedly by the fiery internal trembling; at the same time, Jiang Ting tightly twisted the sheets, the knuckles of his fingers were white, and he did not say a word. He raised his head and was bitten fiercely by Yan Yan on his Adam's apple.

Breathing and heartbeat intertwined into beating drums, blood roaring out of the heart, slamming into the brain.

"It's strange," Yan Yan suddenly had such a thought in his mind.

"Obviously I was biting his weakest throat, but it was me who really gave his Achilles' weakness with both hands."

The setting sun was slowly sinking, and the golden red light was cast from the gaps in the curtains. The clothes and bedding on the big bed were messy and intertwined. Finally, the rough breathing gradually calmed down into two hoarse breaths, which gradually merged into one.

Yan Xun was still pressing on Jiang Ting, both of them had taken off their clothes, and their bodies were very close to each other. Jiang Ting finally lifted his eyelids tiredly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yan asked softly.

Jiang Ting didn't answer, and looked at Yan Xun's facial features a little bit, as if he was depicting the prototype of a sculpture with a fine brush. He looked at it very carefully and very seriously. After a long time, he raised his hand, and his fingertips still had a slight numbness after the pleasure, and lightly touched Yan Yan's sweaty face.