Zhangjialou Pingxie Hezhi

I once became a monk in Medog. At that time, I gave myself a name called Guangen.That is, literally.Close the roots, close the roots of the seven emotions and six desires, and forget the roots of troubles.

Under the clean snow-capped mountains of Medog, in front of the ever-burning lamps of Buddha statues mottled with gold paint.There are so many moments, I want to let go of all the baggage, no matter whether he is Wu Xiaofoye or innocent, everything will stop.The lamas in the temple always talk about fate. I only realized a lot of things after going back to a certain point in the past.

I have not been a monk for a long time, only a few months.But it can be said that it has profoundly affected the rest of my life.So much so that when I face many unfathomable and sinister people and things, I can still face them with a transcendent and even compassionate attitude.In the final analysis, it was the Buddhist scriptures that have been repeated dozens or hundreds of times that saved me.

For example, the "Diamond Sutra" says that all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. I heard my grandma say this sentence when I was less than five years old, but I really felt it. The time is 30 years later.In the Lama Temple in Medog, I read the yellowed scriptures under the dim light. When I read this, my mind was like a thunderbolt, and I stayed there.Immediately afterwards, his vision blurred unconsciously.

After a long time, someone pushed open the door, and the little lama stared blankly at me. When I blinked, something flowed down.

It's tears.

After that, I knew that I was not suitable for Taoism.Cultivating the Tao pays attention to the inclusion of all fates, let go of seeing through, and let go of fate.And I still have too many thoughts after all.After all, I let go of my identity as Sekine, and regained my thoughts of Wu Xie.

Afterwards, he cut his throat and fell off the cliff, and went to the appointment for ten years, and traveled to Changbai, returning to Laoyu Village.Me, Porky Bottle, and Fatty re-formed the Iron Triangle.It's just that this time we're no longer panning for gold and robbing tombs. Fatty suddenly became interested in raising chickens, Pokerfing loves fishing, I walk the dog, and raise melon seedlings.Everything seems to be full of mistakes and omissions but seamless.

If it weren't for those few bizarre dreams, I guess I can live this kind of life forever.

Can't remember when it started, probably during my nap one day.It was like showing a movie, and in a daze, I dreamed that there were hands walking on my body, from the face, chest to waist, buttocks, all the way down, and soon reached between the legs.

The hands in the dream have a rough and familiar touch in my memory. After holding my little brother, I quickly and skillfully set them up. I turned up my front end and rubbed my tender flesh with my rough fingers. The technique was flexible. , I don’t know how many times better than serving myself. It made me scream and babble indiscriminately, and soon ejaculated.

When I woke up, my dick was semi-rigid and my panties were wet.Like showing my sin.After resigning to my fate, I began to reflect on whether I wanted to regain the name of Sekine.

Later, I had this dream several times on and off, and each time I was either masturbated or groped all over my body.Those hands seem to be very considerate of my feelings, they don't go straight to the point every time, they always ignite fires all over my body, and finally run to my fire extinguisher to help me vent.It made me sad and happy, and I couldn’t laugh or cry—other people’s erotic dreams are nothing more than Takizawa, Laura Aoi, and I, Wu Xie, really have erotic dreams.

But I have to say that ejaculation in the dream feels good, so good that it is addictive.I almost feel like I'm going to die if I go on like this.

Until one day, when I was immersed in the orgasm of ejaculation, the movie camera turned and shot up along those hands and onto the face of the person on top of me.

It turned out to be a stuffy oil bottle.

I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes, sat up and took two sharp breaths of air.Looking down, the guy in the crotch is still slightly stiff.Suddenly a headache.

The sticky feeling in the dream is still there, and the wet between the legs is a little bit, but most of it hasn't come out yet.I smiled wryly.Is that Poker-Bottle guy to the point where I can hold back just looking at his face?

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and after taking a nap, the sky was approaching dusk as usual.I sat on the bed and woke up, thinking of Poker Face's face with no desires and desires, and began to silently repent that I had blasphemed the gods.

I got out of bed and went to the balcony to light a cigarette, but I didn't smoke.My mind is still messed up-I actually think of my brother jerking off to me?Isn't this quite abnormal.

As I said earlier, since Pokerfing came back, he and I have stayed in Yucun with Fatty.Playing boxing every day, fishing, and living the retired life of the first brother.

And I, since I came to Changbai Mountain, have become more and more lazy, and I often take a nap until five or six o'clock.Completely lost the prestige and fighting spirit of Master Wu Xiaofo in the legend.

When I was young, what I hated the most was oversleeping in the afternoon. I really hated the feeling of being groggy and accomplishing nothing after waking up, which made people anxious.At that time, I hated all uncontrollable events and details even more. In order to relieve that anxious feeling, I had to speculate over and over again, smoking Yellow Crane Tower one after another, but it had no effect.

But now.I actually lived such a comfortable life with peace of mind.I have also developed a habit: after waking up, I will sit for a while without thinking about anything, and then when I wake up, I will open the balcony door and go outside to have a look.At this time, the evening sun shone in the yard, soft and bright.Boiler Bottle often collects pickles in the yard.I looked at his back in the black vest that has never changed for thousands of years, and I felt at ease.

I am not born with feelings for the same sex, at least since I grew up, in my impression, the objects of sex dreams have never exceeded the scope of the opposite sex.Although I haven't been in a relationship for ten years due to an unclear mission and responsibility, I still have a good impression of elegant and decent women.

But it's just a good feeling.If I have a sweet dream, the picture of being with the fat man and that person will flash in my mind more often.

Now that I think about it carefully, maybe it is because I have too much physical contact that I am so crazy that I have such a dream.I shook my head, trying to get rid of the picture in my mind, but it became clearer.I even unconsciously think of his usual tight lip line, and the sweat from the side of his face and neck when he was working, and flowed into the front collar of the racer vest.

My thoughts have followed that drop of sweat to the looming unicorn tattoo.Further down is his waist.Pokerfing's waist can be said to be a standard male dog's waist. The bust is much wider than the waist, and the waist shrinks rapidly when it reaches the hip bone, and the eight-pack abs do not lose.I have accidentally touched it a few times, and it feels very strong, unexpectedly good.

But what fascinates me the most is not any part of Poker Fing's body, not even his pair of breathtaking eyes.It's his whole breath.Frankly speaking, Lao Men's personality is like killing people everywhere, and he is a little alienated from everyone, so he is not an easy person to get along with.But I seem to have discovered ten years ago that he was patient with me and the fat man.And, it's not that I'm narcissistic, it seems to be even more so to me.

I remember when I fought with him ten years ago, I was still a stunned young man, making big mistakes and small mistakes constantly.It was Poker Ping who followed me all the way to protect me.When the Crescent Hotel was making a big fuss, my heart rate was estimated to be as high as [-].However, he stood behind me and pressed his hands on my shoulders. In an instant, I felt that all the strength on my body was removed.Only unknown emotional precipitation remains.

All of a sudden, I suddenly knew why I slept so peacefully recently, because having him by my side, needless to say, is already the best catalyst.

When I came back to my senses, the little brother below was not only slightly hard, but also had a bulging crotch, which completely took my attention away, and at the same time reminded me that my thoughts had entered a dangerous boundary.

This is the end of the matter, I have nothing to deny.I sighed resignedly, and decided to solve the urgent need first.

There was a large bamboo chair not far from me, and a small table, which Poyoupin helped me move to the balcony for me to read and bask in the sun.I looked around, and it was a bit dangerous to do business here, and I might see it in the yard.But Pokerfing is fishing by the river right now, and Fatty went back to Beijing a few days ago. Anyway, there is no one now, so it doesn't matter so much.

I rubbed over and sat down, and changed to a comfortable position. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been holding it in for a long time, but I feel a little more swollen than usual. I then reached into my pants and touched a few times through the underwear. I was so happy I let out a cry from my throat.

Motivated by the pleasure, I then reached into my panties and took the dick directly in my hand.To be honest, I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time. After I came back, I decided to settle down in Yucun and patronize and keep busy.The last time it might have been a few months ago, I hurriedly settled it in the broken hotel in Erdaobaihe after picking up the oil bottle and going down the mountain.

...... Poor oil bottle, another boring oil bottle.I wonder.And comfort myself in my heart not to feel too guilty.I have sacrificed a lot for him. I have waited for ten years. If I shoot a pistol, I think he should not break the law, right?

Thinking of this, I circled the thing with my index finger and thumb and stroked it.The horse's eye quickly released a little liquid, and the front end became a lot wet.After getting familiar with the feeling, I quickly added some strength, and the thing was stimulated to swell in a circle.Almost at the same time, the image of Poker Bottle washing his hair with his back to me in the bathroom yesterday emerged.He was originally fair-skinned, with a strong upper body, and he belonged to the kind of body that looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes.When he was washing his hair with his back to me, the grooves in his spine and the muscles on his arms were very obvious.I didn't feel it when I didn't start that kind of thought before, but now I think about it, it's really sexy to explode.

I leaned on the back of the chair, half-closed my eyes, and simply let myself go to daydream.Pokerfing lives and eats with me, and he often gives me massages. It can be said that I can close my eyes and be silent about his body and technique.There are many materials.

The posture nestled in the recliner is inconvenient to move, so I simply put my feet on the low table, the legs are separated a little bit, and I am going to take my dick out of my pants.I usually dress casually at home, but as soon as I pulled down the elastic bands of the sweatpants and underwear, the guy between my crotches has already jumped out honestly, and the erect penis between the pubic hairs jumped twice.I looked down and shook both hands.

If it's Boyouping, with his personality, he should be very regular.I imagined his knuckle-boned hands tying my cock up and down, without missing a single crease.Suddenly, a hot current rushed down the lower abdomen, so I closed my eyes and started to play.

To do this kind of thing is to concentrate, and soon I forgot the sense of crisis in the open air, and I couldn’t help but move my hands faster. At the same time, I tried to imitate the technique of Boyoufeng helping me in my dream, turning up the front end and using the balls of my fingers Go rub the tender meat of the horse's eye.This friction doesn't matter, half of the body is half crisp.I took a deep breath and masturbated a few times like in my dream, focusing on taking care of the glans.The other hand also reached into the loose T-shirt and rubbed it a few times, as if the whole body was electrified.I leaned my head back on the back of the bamboo chair for a while.His mind was full of Poker Face's face that was so close at hand.

After a while of working like this, a lot of body fluid came out one after another, sticking to the glans shiny, and a thin layer of fine sweat came out on the back.I lay down for a while, gasped for a while, and wanted to take out some paper to wipe it, but I was stunned when I got up, and then I broke out in a cold sweat.

Poker bottle stood at the door not far away, looking at me quietly.

For a moment, I felt like turning around and jumping off. My first reaction was, I probably didn't call his name just now, did I?

......

At this moment, my trousers were already down between my thighs, and he must have seen that thing just dropped from his hand when I stood up. I wouldn't believe it if Pokerfinger didn't know what I was doing.I calmed down for a while and decided it was okay.After all, I am only obsessive, which does not constitute a crime.

I coughed and put my pants on.

"Are you back? Are you hungry, or I'll feed you..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself twice, fuck, I usually watch too much TVB with fat people, and when I finish masturbating, I will give you a slap in the face, don't hit me if you are boring.

Fortunately, Poker Ping didn't speak, and remained motionless.I thought to myself that with his old man's style of transcending the Three Realms and not being in the Five Elements, he shouldn't mind my ordinary things.Thinking about Dading, he became more courageous and walked around him to enter the room.

Unexpectedly, when I passed by his side, he didn't give in to me, but grabbed my arm instead.I'm horrified, I'm afraid he's going to beat me up?

He and I were in a stalemate like this, the oily bottle was really oily, and after about 5 minutes, he didn't speak.

The door is very narrow, and he is an arm's length away from me, and I can almost feel his breath sweeping over me.If the enemy does not move, I will not move, so I simply let him pinch my wrist.The meaning of the way he looks at me is unclear, but based on my many years of experience with him, there is something... ferocious.

I pulled my hand, but found that he was holding it so tightly that I couldn't pull it away at all.I sighed and said, "... let go."

Poker bottle made a move at this time, when I thought he was going to raise his hand to pinch me out next time, he actually let go of me, put his hand on my crotch, and put it close to my ear Said a word.

"I'll help you."

help me?Help? My brain exploded, and I knew what he wanted in an instant, but it was too late.Poker-Face simply and neatly ripped off my trousers. I only saw him plucking feathers from chickens and cutting scales from fish with such a quick technique.

The originally loose dark gray cotton and linen pants quickly slid down to the buttocks together with the underwear. I watched the thing pop out from the crotch. Although it was hidden among the body hair, I still felt the wind blowing and a bit of chill a feeling of.

My throat choked, the incident was too sudden, and even the shock came too slowly at this time:

"you......"

Porky Ping was previously called the King of Hades by Taoists, and I don't think it's an exaggeration.At least if that guy gets stronger, the nine bulls should not be able to pull back.How can I stop what he is determined to do? !

Poker bottle held down my hand that was going to push him away, ignored me, and looked down at my slightly stiff brother. Although his bangs were hanging down to cover the expression on the upper half of his face, I seemed to see a little bit on the corner of his mouth. .I felt provoked all of a sudden, and I was a little angry. I didn't care if my pants were still hanging on my thighs, I raised my knees and wanted to push him.But who was Pokerfinger, he grabbed my knee with a single hook, and he stepped forward again, pinning me firmly between the door frame and him.

One knee of my knee was against his abdomen, and the other knee was bent, standing half shorter than him.In addition, the lower body was exposed naked in the air, and his hands were grabbed again - looking at him again and again, his whole body was very neat.There was a burst of anger in my heart for no reason.

Seeing my deflated expression, Boyouping smiled again.I was shocked, could it be that this boring oil bottle has become a coquettish oil bottle because of me? !I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Zhang family...

"Why did you reject me?" Poker Ping lowered his head and asked indifferently, breathing on my face.

"Tsk, can I ask you to do this kind of thing?" I frowned, "Brother, you see that I'm not too old, you...you let go, I can come by myself."

Poker Bottle hesitated for a moment and said.

"You were calling my name just now."

His words exploded in my mind like a thunderbolt, and I stared at him for a moment speechless, Axi, I forgot about his inhuman eyesight.He probably read my lips while masturbating.

Looking into his eyes so close at hand, I didn't have the slightest pinkness or embarrassment about being smashed by my sweetheart, only heaviness.First of all, I realized this incident too suddenly. It may be more than an hour ago when I just woke up from the spring dream that I fully realized that I had that kind of thought about Poker Bottle.

Secondly, I know Pokerfing's character, he is kind.Maybe I felt that I was thinking about him a long time ago, and I felt that I owed me by waiting ten years, or wanted to take care of the rest of my life. It is not impossible to be in this kind of humanitarianism and my internal digestion .

But that's not what I want.

I've always known that I'm greedy, but especially when it comes to stuffy oil bottles.In fact, I know that if I want to use the name of not wanting to die alone and propose to make a match with Poker Face, maybe he will acquiesce given his personality.But that's not what I want.

Maybe this is too difficult for the stuffy oil bottle.But what I want is to be clear and clear, to be pleasing to each other.

Difficult, too difficult.I'm not so overwhelmed that I think I must be the one melting glaciers and cleaving fossils.

But try it no matter how difficult it is.

I stared at him and sighed slowly.

"Thank you, little brother. Let me tell you the truth..." I simply loosened the strength on my hands and knees, leaned against the door frame, and looked at him, "... If you don't treat me that way Mind, it's better to stay away from me. Or, I stay away from you. "

I paused, then lowered my voice, as if speaking to myself, and said:

"I don't know if you will find it disgusting, but I feel a little uncomfortable. Brothers who have been in this relationship for ten years suddenly become this kind of relationship..."

Poker bottle didn't respond, and I laughed a little bleakly. "I hope you don't feel that I waited for you for ten years to be with you. I don't need this kind of compensation."

This man, perhaps long ago, was more than the sum of everything in my life.Including wealth, status rights, health, and even life.

I saw a joke reposted by Su Wan on WeChat before, saying, if you like it, you sleep and you become paralyzed; if you love, you are paralyzed and go to sleep.I watched it and laughed for a while, thinking it was very interesting, and some of the jokes really got the essence out.

I feel the same way about Poker Bottle, as long as I live for a day, I will never make things difficult for him.

"There is no debt between us. Maybe you think I am arrogant when I say this, but that's what I think. If one day we are separated, I hope you can take care of yourself, just like you will Hope I take care of myself. That's how I feel about you."

This is probably the most confident and truthful thing I have said since I came out of school and entered the society.So that my heart is open.After I finished saying this, I looked up at Poker Bottle and found that he was looking at me. I couldn't tell what his expression was, I only knew that for a moment, I had a premonition that something would happen.

In the next second, Pokerfing came close to my face, and I finally had an IQ EQ online, and subconsciously closed my eyes.When his lips came close, I seemed to be kissing a piece of warm jade, and then his tongue poked into my mouth urgently, I hummed from my throat, and he turned to sucking my lips again, so skillfully I wonder if this stuffy bottle is fucking a cocktail.

After a short kiss, I couldn't stand still, but that old Mansao of Poker Ping refused to put my knee down, put his leg against my crotch, and then put my hand on the back of his neck to signal me hold tight.I hugged and hugged, but I secretly complained in my heart, thinking that I will play like this for the first time, and I wonder if I will prostitute myself day and night in the future.

Poker-Face's knee was just under my crotch, and it would rub against the top from time to time. The part of the scrotum scraped against You-Face's knee from time to time, making my semi-rigid little brother stand up all at once. up.My old face was a little red.This is good, whether it is hard, or not hard, or slightly hard to show respect.

After the kiss, we both sweated a little, panting slightly and looking at each other.I put my arms around Pokerfing's neck, saying that it is impossible to be dissatisfied.It can be said that he has embraced the biggest obsession of his life in his arms.I sighed, and couldn't help but kiss him again, this time it was the eyes.He closed his eyes obediently and let me kiss him.

After hugging like this for a long time, I can feel the pain in my ribs being strangled, and the lower part is also hard and painful, but I just don't want to move.Although Boyouping is said to be indifferent, he is extremely understanding of the world.He looked at me with an expression that probably read the words desire and dissatisfaction. He glanced at my little brother, hummed and asked, "Would you like me to eat?"

I froze for a moment.Immediately, I understood what he meant. After he let go of my legs and waist, he squatted down and held my crotch with both hands. Before I could push it away, he almost held my crotch without hesitation.I groaned out of my throat.

It was so fucking hot, for a split second I could feel my cock being wrapped in a warm, moist cavity, and most importantly, it was the mouth of the oil bottle.This recognition made my whole body feel like electricity, and the sense of conquest that men are born with comes in waves.I couldn't hold back and submerged the column for a few minutes.

When I came back to my senses and lowered my head, I met the corner of Poker Face's eyes, and he looked up at me with a little smile in his eyes.I'm such an old man, but I still feel like I've done something wrong and been teased by my elders when I'm looked at by him like that.

I tried to get my cock out when he pinned me to the wall again.Just as I was about to curse and fuck, I felt the cylinder get scratched by something wet and soft, and then the thing rolled up my dick, and I began to swallow.

I was so waited on that I couldn't even utter a word, I just remembered that I held back for a while at the beginning, but later on the pleasure was like a needle prick, my skull was about to burst, and I couldn't even stand on my feet.Seeing that I was a little unsteady, Poker-Face held my buttocks and pushed me to the side of the bed. I followed him and fell on the bed. However, during the whole process, Poker-Face kept my old man in his mouth. two.Before I could cry out, I felt the cock slide in a little bit, stabbing into a narrow place.That's the esophagus, and I poked it so deep that I made a grunt.

I lay on the bed, stood up and looked down to see the guy who was spitting out of me from the oil bottle. There was a shiny piece on the cylinder, but this time it was not semen, but his saliva.He stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth, and made me realize that he had swallowed me just now, and his face turned red.

Boyouping didn't wear much in the first place, just a racer-shaped vest.The tattoos on his body gradually showed a little bit of black marks.Looked very aggressive.He looked at me and started to unbutton his trousers, only then did I realize that he was also bulging.

"Be clear, why are you so hard. I'm afraid you have been enduring it before?" I said half-jokingly, "When did it start? You tell me clearly, if you don't make it clear, you won't fuck."

He paused for a moment, "Do you want to be fucked by me?"

I choked, damn it, isn't it because you are a stuffy man?I can't beat you hard, so I can only lie down and accept the fuck, thinking of me and sighing.

"Reluctance." I said.

Poker-Face smiled, and then I heard the crisp sound of the belt buckle snapping open and the pants falling down.When I saw the whole picture of his thing, I began to realize how badly I was bent.What he thinks I don't know, but for me, the air is full of sexual tension.

He walked up to the bedside and bullied us, and now we not only meet each other naked, but also flesh to flesh, there is no trace of purity at all.He propped me between him and the bed, I thought what he was going to do next, but I didn't expect him to turn his head, and his thing hung directly on my face, pointing straight at me.

He sent a terse signal, as in the tomb.

"Together." Poker Bottle said.

old leprechaun.I wonder.

While I was licking his genitals, the black pubic hair in front of my eyes was moving along with his waist, moving from far to near.It's as unreal as a dream.Who would have imagined that he and I would lick each other's dicks on the bed one day.

At this time, my legs are almost wide open, and I can feel Pokerfing holding my dick, and his tongue is sliding back and forth on the head of my penis with great skill. The previous stuffy oil bottle was fake.So I also imitated him by letting my tongue swing up and down, and then touched his balls with the tip of my tongue, all the way to the crown groove. As I expected, even Lao Zhang couldn't hold it when he licked it like this, and his penis swelled up. lap.

To be honest, this position is not comfortable, his waist keeps going up and down as he swallows and swallows me, making his scrotum slap my face one after another.I couldn't dodge it, the tip of my nose had to brush against his groin every time, and his pubic hair shaved my face a little sorely, so I could only open my mouth to hold his penis head weakly and let him go in and out.After dozens of times, my facial muscles were sore, saliva trickled out from the corners of my mouth, and my nasal cavity and mouth were filled with the smell of stuffy oil bottles.

Poker-Face is not too tired. While doing waist exercises, he used his dick to fuck my mouth without stopping. He even accelerated the speed of sprinting and the strength of his tongue.In the end we climaxed together.I didn't have time to dodge when Poker Bottle's genitals were pulled out of my mouth, and Baizhuo sprayed my face. The strong smell gave me the illusion that females were marked after mating.I squinted my eyes and propped up my upper body and was about to scold, when I saw Pokerfing wiped my cheek, which was also covered with mottled semen, even staining my bangs.Immediately I choked again.

Poker bottle saw that my expression was a bit dull, so he turned to face me, didn't say much, pulled me to turn over, and when I came back to my senses, I was in the position where I was sitting on his waist. Go straight to my back door.I saw that his posture was to hit Huanglong directly this time, so I hurriedly held his hand and signaled him to wait a moment.

Pulling open the bedside table, inside were the things Li Cuo and Su Wan sneaked in before, Okamoto condoms large, with spiral patterns, and lubricant.The fucking packaging says gay only.

I didn't know it before, so now that I think about it, they probably saw that Poker Ping and I would come to this point a long time ago.I have been famous in my life, and the Taoists say that I can see through people's hearts, but my eyes are not as clumsy as those two rough young people.I really don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain.

Although I always knew that they put these on my bedside, but it was such a crucial moment to expose my nakedness to my eyes all of a sudden.It is inevitable that some people cannot accept it.Poker bottle put on the cover with one hand, the size was just right, he gave me a meaningful look.

It's not that I don't have it... If I hadn't been able to bear it well in the past few years, I might have died of embarrassment under the crotch of Poker.

When I actually did it, there was not so much psychological resistance. I lay on the bed, and when his finger was about to penetrate my anus, my sphincter contracted and subconsciously blocked it.

Poker bottle comfortingly kissed my tailbone, he kissed very lightly and reverently.My mind turned hot, damn it, leave everything to him today.

Speaking of which, when I went to the toilet before, I accidentally saw the size of the stuffed oil bottle, and I was horrified.Not only the fingers of the Zhang family are a few inches longer than ordinary people, but even that place is too.I almost prepared myself with a devotion when he pushed my asshole.

I thought it would be acceptable, but I didn't expect it would hurt so much to poke it in.I pressed the bed and howled.

Poker's dick is in my body, fuck, it's too tight, my place has never been cultivated, I come up and forcefully hold his... To put it vulgarly, there is a weird kind of shit that keeps pinching halfway feel.

Fortunately, Poker-Face didn't give me a chance to think wildly, he completely overturned my thoughts when he moved, the soreness and swelling from the tailbone nerve went all the way to my Tianlinggai, half of my scalp was numb.

...Wrong, it is definitely earth dragons, cannons, swords, scabbards, what I just said is simply blasphemy.

Poker bottle was caught by me, unable to advance or retreat, probably uncomfortable, after all, it was the first time for Jing.I heard his breathing became heavier, so I gritted my teeth and reached behind my back to grab the hand that was holding him on my waist.

"Don't panic, go directly." I whispered.

Poker-face was not reckless, while tentatively twitching his lower body, his upper body was pressed against my back, and he helped me with one hand.His breathing was a little unsteady, and his body was also hot.I realized that this was the first time I'd ever been nervous seeing him anywhere other than in the tomb.Pokerfing's abdominal muscles were against my bare back, flesh against flesh, and I could clearly feel the contours of his abdominal muscles and his chest.his temperature.His shape in my body.

his.his.

The corners of my eyes burned a little at the realization, as you can imagine, a man like him can be emotional.I didn't dare to imagine that he would have a wife and children, let alone have feelings for the same sex.Looking back now, it's not that he doesn't have the ability to love, but that I don't dare to assume.

When I heard the story of his three-day silence in Medog, I thought that the person who fell in love with him was really lucky, but I didn't expect that person to be me.

Never forget, miss day and night.

Poker bottle understands my mood, he clasped his fingers with mine, lowered his head and wiped the sweat from the unicorn onto my back, and then bit my neck, just feeling the force, I can imagine the second Days my trapezius will be covered in bruises.

I have no memory of what I said or what I did subconsciously.I just remember that I couldn't see his expression because of this position, and I felt a little pity.And I called his name loudly until my head was muddy from being fucked.Finally, there is no need to whisper silently like thinking about him before.He hugged me harder each time, and finally, with some excitement, he hugged my waist to the deepest part of me.I groaned and lost my strength.

I lay on my stomach, and the Pork Oil Bottle rested on my body for a while.Not long after, as if feeling the regret in my heart, Poker-Face pulled out his thing and hugged me.I probably haven't been treated like this since I was eight, a few kicks.But in vain.Poker Face faced me, holding my buttocks with both hands and holding me, a 1.8-meter man, to his chest.In order not to slip, I had no choice but to hold his head, wrapped my feet around his waist, lowered my head and asked him with some difficulty:

"...You don't want to have a shot on the spot, do you? No..."

Poker-Face didn't answer, but told me directly with his actions that his dick was really as if it had been injected with chicken blood, and it stood up again after ejaculation, and it was firmly against my crotch.I swear I'm really tired, but unfortunately my little brother couldn't understand my heartfelt voice, the blood circulated again when excited, and then he also stood up, just in time to bump into Poker's cock.

Now the swords and swords are facing each other, and they are extremely jealous.I thought to myself, fuck, if there is anything wrong with the elders, just be a shejiri and accompany a gentleman.Gritting his teeth, he wrapped his legs tighter.

It's a pity that this position is not very easy to use. After trying a few times, Pokerfing clicked his tongue and put me back on the bed.Before I breathed a sigh of relief, I felt that my legs were opened into an M shape, which is the pose of an actress in a small Japanese video.Before I was ready, the stuffy oil bottle pierced the diameter of my intestines, and began to twitch, first slowly, then quickly.

His quick movements were accurate and hard, his dick was pounding straight inside me, his scrotum was slapping between my legs, I was only bumped back by him, but the oily bottle was still good Conscientious, put a pillow for me in the back.

Now that we are face to face, I can finally take a good look at him. In fact, he was too bumpy, and the endurance was intertwined with pleasure. I basically couldn't care about his expression. Until now, all I can think of is the ink-colored unicorn, and His deep and shining eyes.

Poker-Face noticed that I was a little fuzzy, so he stood up and stepped in and out faster.The fat glans slides down my rectum to the deepest part of me.I don't know where it was crushed, it seemed to trigger a switch, or like countless small needles pierced into my pores, all of a sudden, I screamed out of joy, and subconsciously interlocked with Pokerfing's fingers , even the originally loose instep was tightened, and it was leaked out at that time, and the semen was sprayed on the abs of Boyouping.

The orgasm was so violent, I guess not only did I feel good this time, but he also felt comfortable enough.Poker-face slowed down for a while, then lowered his head and kissed my face delicately all the way, staying by the earlobe for a long time.His black hair sweeps my neck, the smell of both of us