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, and began to rub vigorously.

"Is this how you seduce your president on the bed?" Yan Moqin asked through gritted teeth.

"No...no." Mo Ran desperately shook his head in denial, the excessive backlog of pleasure made Mo Ran's breathing messy and short.

"You still said no, you must be shaking your ass like a bitch begging him to fuck you!" The anger that that kiss brought to Yan Moqin has far exceeded the predictable range.

"Woo..." The verbal humiliation made Mo Ran extremely embarrassed. When will Yan Moqin understand that his lowliness is only for you.

"You're talking, slut!" Yan Moqin looked a little at a loss, as if he was anxious to confirm Mo Ran's ownership, he really found himself afraid that Mo Ran would no longer truly belong to him, and the great panic made him uneasy And then there's the usual poise.

Mo Ran still didn't answer, except for the occasional sporadic groans overflowing from his mouth, Yan Moqin spoke more and more violent words.

"Shaking your butt every day to seduce men is all you have?!"

Suddenly, Mo Ran bit his tongue fiercely, pulled back all his rationality, then opened his gradually clear eyes stimulated by the pain, and said to Yan Moqin word by word: "Yes, you are right, I seduced him! We not only kissed but also made love, so are you satisfied!"

For a moment, only the heavy panting of two people could be heard in the car, Yan Moqin felt a huge wound in his heart suddenly, and he could hear the sound of the wind.

Did the most dreadful thing still happen?

After Mo Ran told the lie out of anger, he immediately regretted it. He saw Yan Moqin's expression stiffened a little, and then collapsed inch by inch.

Then, Yan Moqin laughed like a blunt mask, then bent down, licked Mo Ran's ear, and said slowly: "If this is the case, I will make your body never leave me. "

In the next second, Yan Moqin resumed the stormy plundering again, and Mo Ran felt that his stomach was about to be pushed out. This was not sex, it was torture.

The firmness quickly scraped across the soft intestinal wall again and again, and soon there were only ambiguous moans and gasps left in the small compartment.

Don't...Moqin...don't do this to me, I will...hate you.

The night is as silent as a song.

However, more and more restricted scenes were staged in the room.

After forcing Mo Ran to vent twice in the car, Yan Moqin saw that Mo Ran was exhausted, so he took him home.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the dining table as it was when Mo Ran left, with completely cooled meals, unfilled red wine, and unlit candles.

Mo Ran's consciousness is already a little unconscious. Too many things happened tonight, and his mood fluctuated too violently and too fast, which caused the stomach pain to be uncontrollable. In addition, he had almost abusive sex with Yan Moqin just now. Ran now feels like he has a low-grade fever, his whole body is hot, and the sounds he makes are like raving.

And Yan Moqin, who opened the door and saw the food on the table, probably guessed what was going on, but the more he was like this, the more he was afraid that such Mo Ran would no longer belong to him.

Emotionally, everyone is selfish. Yan Moqin is neither Lei Feng nor a saint. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by anger, like the simplest male animal in nature: "What's mine can only be mine."

Thinking about it, Yan Moqin gritted his teeth and threw Mo Ran on the bed in the bedroom.

Mo Ran frowned slightly in pain, he knew that if he acted fast for a while, he would eventually have to suffer on his own.

The current Mo Ran is actually clear in his heart, but he has a sense of meaninglessness. He has lived together for three years, and he liked you so many days and nights before. Big and small losses have long been accumulated in order not to expect anymore, but today’s thing finally became a reality. The last straw that broke the camel's back.

Mo Ran wanted to escape. It was the first time he really wanted to go to a place without Yan Moqin. Mo Ran was also taken aback by his own thought. After all, not long ago, there was no Yan Moqin in his life, and he was still Mo Ran. Things you can't even think about.

All decisions are made in a split second, he finally tired Yan Moqin from love, and Mo Ran's heart is not dead because of the excessive demands and earth-shattering events, but because of the little things and details .

Sometimes, people are always very interesting animals. When they love, they can die, but when they don't love, they are like passers-by who are not as good as strangers.

Mo Ran reluctantly propped himself up from the bed and sat up slightly, supporting the weight of his whole body with one hand, then sighed, hesitated for a moment, looked at Yan Moqin and said: "Moqin... let me go..."

The helpless tone instantly tightened Yan Moqin's heart like a vine, he really never thought that one day Mo Ran would personally tell him to let him go.

Is it really because of following the president?

Yan Moqin seemed to be watching Mo Ran waving goodbye to him without looking back. He always thought that Mo Ran was like air, so transparent that he didn't need to pay attention to it, but when the air was about to leave, Yan Moqin really Feel the pain of suffocation.

"Say it again." Yan Moqin's only rationality told him to give Mo Ran another chance to answer, otherwise he might really lose control.

Normally, when Yan Moqin said "say it again", Mo Ran would obediently realize that what he just said was wrong, and then immediately give an answer that Yan Moqin was satisfied with.

However, this time, Mo Ran still retreated timidly as usual, but bit his lip and repeated what he said just now: "Mo Qin, Mo Qin, please let me go."

Yan Moqin felt out of control, a kind of loss of control that seemed irreparable.

He pulled out a tie sickly, and then tied Mo Ran to the head of the bed without any explanation. Mo Ran was powerless to struggle at all, and could only struggle more and more emotionally to let Yan Moqin let him go.

Just like two hedgehogs, although they are of the same kind, they still hurt each other with their thorns, and the more they want to hug each other desperately, the deeper the hurt.

The lubrication just now made Yan Moqin's firmness almost unhindered, and he entered Mo Ran smoothly. Yan Moqin started to nibble on Mo Ran's neck and collarbone like a wild beast, leaving ambiguous red marks.

Then Yan Moqin suddenly exerted force on his waist, and his desire was deeply buried in Mo Ran's body.

Then, it was like piling hard, no skill at all, it was a pure plunder, the cock was pulled out of the shaft again and again and hit hard, the pleasure of violent friction even made the corners of Mo Ran's mouth hang silver wires.

"Mo...Mo Qin, I can't shoot any more!" Mo Ran seemed to be holding back the pleasure, he had already let go twice just now, and he really couldn't shoot more.

Yan Moqin smiled: "Then show me your piss."

"No..." Mo Ran shook his head, as if he wanted to shake Yan Moqin's bewitching thoughts out of his mind. If he even did such a secret thing in front of Yan Moqin, then he really lost even the slightest bit of dignity.

"Slow down... um... ah..." Mo Ran's moan trembled with the powerful impact of his crotch.

Mo Ran was still stiff, but he couldn't shoot anything anymore, the pleasure of squeezing gathered at the front end, Mo Ran really felt that if he continued to fuck like this, he would be forced to urinate soon.

"Slut, do you like this cock down there?"

"I like it... I like it so much." Mo Ran didn't dare to be distracted, for fear that if he couldn't help it, he would be lost.

But Yan Moqin got more horsepower when he heard this, Mo Ran really couldn't help it, Yan Moqin kept pinching the red fruit on Mo Ran's chest, leading him into an inextricable lust.

Really... I can't help it!

Mo Ran's whole body twitched violently, and then the glans squeezed out the honey liquid of the base, followed by a stream of yellow water.

At that moment, Mo Ran really wished he could die like this.

The great humiliation almost made him faint.

"You little slut performed ejaculation a few years ago." Yan Moqin was still provoking Mo Ran with words.

In the next few days, Yan Moqin really did what he said, pulling Mo Ran to make love repeatedly, rolling from the bed to the floor, and then from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Mo Ran felt that he was not even as good as an inflatable doll. Apart from eating some liquid food every day, he had to accept Yan Moqin's training for the rest of the time.

Finally, Yan Moqin, who hadn't been to work for a few days, had to go back to the company, Mo Ran ushered in the opportunity.

Mo Ran's whole body was already covered with various marks, and there was still a man's semen in his buttocks.

Mo Ran wanted to run away, but he was scared, and in the end he was tired and scared.

He was finally ready to leave.

Mo Ran squinted his eyes on the bed, as if he had made a sudden decision and propped himself up.

"Hmm..." The semen between the thighs dripped out because of the change of movement.

Make love make love and only make love.

Yan Moqin seemed to be insane, he only cared about playing and possessing, and his thighs were even slightly unable to close because they were forced to open for a long time.

I really want to wash myself.

Mo Ran did not expect that after so many years of sincere devotion, he would end up as a tool of lust in the end.

A fear of sex has been implanted in Mo Ran's heart.

Mo Ran sat on the bed, unable to recover for a while, then suddenly covered his face and cried out silently, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions. For a while, the room was silent and desolate.

Mo Ran also laughed at himself, it turned out that he still had so many tears to shed.

True grief is not venting emotions by yelling and throwing things, but the silent grief that hurts deeply.

He raised his head and looked around the bedroom. The pale pink curtains were full of life. Although Yan Moqin always disliked his mother-in-law, the couple's pillows were soft and comfortable, although Yan Moqin frowned when he bought it.