Breaking Through the Clouds

The kiss went from the palm to the fingertips, and then Jiang Ting felt his fingertips being bitten.The tingling pain brought by the canine teeth and the slightly itchy tongue licking were transmitted to the nerve endings at the same time. He immediately struggled with a conditioned reflex, and his fingers were freed from the confinement of the tight jaw. The print is clearly visible.

"Are you a dog... Well!..."

Jiang Ting's thighs were separated by Yan Yan's knees, and then they were forced to squeeze between the legs. Although the two maintained a close-to-standing posture, their lower bodies were entangled in a dangerously intimate posture. The thin trousers were separated by hard objects Extraordinarily bright and prominent.

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

Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "...I'll go buy a gift for you tomorrow."

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

"Then what do you want?"

Yan Xie laughed amidst the gurgling sound of boiling water, smacked through his trousers, and pushed forward full of malice and aggression.He has been hard since he entered the house, and he has no tendency to soften at all. Instead, he is becoming more and more congested and hot. Even the pulsating frequency of the veins is clearly transmitted to Jiang Ting's skin through the fabric.

"It's not good," he said, "then I'll give you a present."

Jiang Ting drew back and left, but Yan Yan moved faster, bent over and hugged his knees and lifted him up, and carried him whole on his shoulders, walked out of the tea room to the master bedroom in a few steps, did not stay by the bed, and went directly into the bedroom. After entering the bathroom, he kicked the door shut behind him, then put Jiang Ting on the ground, pushed and squeezed into the corner to hold it firmly.

Yan Yan's stature felt extremely oppressive in the relatively narrow space of the bathroom, leaving Jiang Ting with no way to escape. He was directly clamped by the waist and hip bones, 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 he pursed them again.

Yan Xie's facial features are indeed a bit different from the current popular aesthetics.He has a pure masculine aggression, sharp lines, handsome but not 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 in his body exuded the ferocity and banditry cultivated in more than ten years of criminal police career. gas.

"Speak." Yan Yan approached slowly, and when he spoke, his lips parted and closed almost stuck to Jiang Ting's lips: "Don't tell me you don't like me?"

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

This kiss was different from every time before. In the tight entanglement, the organs of Yan Xie's lower body, which were so hard that they almost jumped out, kept pushing against Jiang Ting's thighs, and at the same time, his tongue imitated this frequency, bumping against his mouth again and again.The exact same movements from top to bottom made Jiang Ting suddenly feel extremely absurd and erotic, as if a certain barrier that he had been guarding carefully all along suddenly cracked, and Yan Mao's overwhelming lust hit every crack violently, driving his fiery breath Infuse it into your body.

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

Not only was it hard, it was so hard and hot that it was about to explode.

From Yan Yan's point of view, Jiang Ting's ears were as red as blood, but in contrast, his face was extremely pale.His dark brows were tightly frowned, forming a rigorous fine line, and his cheeks showed unnatural tension when he clenched his back molars.

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

He is nervous.

Yan Yan himself never imagined that Jiang Ting's calm and calm face, sometimes even very cold, would show such forbearance and restraint tension because of himself.This gave Yan Mao quite a psychological stimulus. If the evil fire in his heart was only burning faintly just now, it suddenly rose up against the wind, without even passing the last trace of imperceptible hesitation.

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

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

Yan Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, her handsome eyes narrowed: "No."

Jiang Ting still wanted to struggle, but soon his cold fingers were opened and held in the palm of Yan Yan's palm, and then Jujia's trousers were pulled back, and fell silently to the ground along his ankles.Yan Xie turned him over and pushed him against the tiled wall from behind, like a wild beast eager to court a mate, he could not help butting, squeezing, and pushing him. At first, he bit Jiang Ting's hair, and then along his temples. To the ears and cheeks, panting and kissing his warm and delicate side neck, at the same time, he opened his pants chain, and the murder weapon popped out, impatiently and chaotically trying to push it in.

The moment the thick and terrifying thing touched the flesh, Jiang Ting's back tensed, and he leaned forward against the wall, and gritted his teeth: "... Yan Yan——"

His ending sound changed suddenly, because Yan Mao's fingertips were suddenly inserted into it.

As if sandpaper had been forcibly rubbed into the intestines, Jiang Ting's fingers suddenly grasped the tile wall, leaving five fingerprints forcibly.Yan Yan tried to twitch his fingers, but he was so tight that he could barely move. He took a few heavy breaths, and suddenly pulled out his hand to grab the face cream by the sink. Lai hurriedly applied it on her fingers and squeezed it in again.

It became much easier to put fingers in and out now, but Jiang Ting's tense back did not relax, Yan Xie stretched his hands over his shoulders in front of him, pulled his chin close to her, and kept kissing the slightly wet forehead.

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. Don't be afraid..."

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Ting felt his fingers increasing, but he couldn't tell how many, and soon began to feel unbearable pain.Just as he was about to reach out and grab Yan Mao's arm, suddenly the pressure in his body lightened, and the rough and tough fingers were withdrawn.

"Yan Xi..."

"Yes." Yan Yan replied in a low voice, "I love you."

Jiang Ting was slightly startled, only to hear him say again: "I just want you to know."

These words instantly gave Jiang Ting a feeling of upside-down confusion, but before he could respond, something thicker than a finger, long and hot, with pulsating veins touched the acupuncture point, and suddenly squeezed in!

In an instant, Jiang Ting's eyes went black, his mind went blank, and his ears were buzzing.Before he realized what he was doing, he had already grabbed Yan Xie's hand pinched on his waist and hip bones, and the back of his hand immediately burst out with blue veins: "Get out... get out!"

The ferocious thing was only forced to be halfway in, and the intense pleasure was already hitting the head like a boulder.Yan Yan's temples were throbbing, and he couldn't stop it. The psychological stimulation, which was more violent than the physical body, mixed with satisfaction, obsession and more desires, quickly climbed up the brain along the central nervous system.

He stretched his hand from Jiang Ting's left shoulder to the front of his body, grabbed the right shoulder and pressed the naked prey into his arms. At the same time, panting, he kept kissing Jiang Ting's hair.

"...No way," Jiang Ting's voice trembled, "You're too...you're too big..."

"Not much."

"you……"

The next voice was drowned in the kiss, and Yan Yan's solid shoulder muscles were trembling because of the uncontrollable excitement and excitement.He pushed Jiang Ting against the wall completely, and inserted it bit by bit from behind, feeling that he had cut open the soft and tight inner wall, like breaking through the heart of Jiang Ting, who was always hidden behind a thick fog, and completely It's like holding him in your own strong palm.

"I like you." Yan Yan panted sharply, "I don't know why this happened, it's really... a very strange thing."

But Jiang Ting can't hear anything now. If he just had buzzing tinnitus caused by the rapid upwelling of blood all over his body, now his entire eardrum is full of loud noises.

He tried his best to raise his head to escape the terrifying pressure that was getting deeper and deeper into his body. This action was subconscious, but it didn't help at all. The feeling of being controlled and inserted was so clear that it was almost bone-piercing.The insertion process was so long that it seemed to be endless, and at the same moment when Yan Yan finally inserted the burgeoning weapon to the bottom, Jiang Ting's whole body burst into cold sweat.

From the fragile throat raised up like dying, to the chest and even the abdomen where half of the shirt was barely hanging, it seemed to be soaked in water, and there was a trickle of light.

It's really too embarrassing, he thought involuntarily, struggling to turn his head away from Yan Yan's restraint, not to look at the mirror on the sink beside him.

This look was so weak, ridiculous and embarrassing that even he himself couldn't feel good about it.

But Yan Yan laughed and said in a low voice, "You are so pretty."

He pulled out a little, and before Jiang Ting let out a slightly relieved gasp, he hit back deeper and harder, cutting open the tight inner wall!

"--ah……!"

"You are so beautiful." Yan Xie kept saying, as if using some invisible force to build a transparent security fortress, and said repeatedly: "I like you, Jiang Ting, you are so beautiful..."

The sound of water brought about by quick thrusts overlapped and accumulated in the bathroom, and the stimulation continued to pile up, and was thrown to an incredible height, but it seemed that he would never be liberated after the peak.Jiang Ting was tortured until his whole body became weak, and he couldn't even stand up. All the weight was held tightly in the crook of his arms by Yan Yan, so as to pound the inside more fiercely, even ignoring the tender flesh in the deepest part of the inner wall to convulse desperately , making a weeping creaking sound with water in it.

"Does it still hurt?" Yan Yan asked in his ear, panting roughly, "Does it hurt, huh?"

Jiang Ting couldn't answer a single word at all, even his breathing was knocked intermittently, and the moans that he tried to endure and broke down continued to leak out from between his teeth.

Cold sweat drenched his always handsome, indifferent and calm face, and the skin on his side cheeks was like washed porcelain, extraordinarily smooth and pale.Only the half-opened lips were bright red, and they couldn't even bear it by force, and they kept trembling from being penetrated.

Yan Yan stared at him as if obsessed, and stuffed two fingers into his mouth, entangling his lips and mouth with the frantic thrust of his lower body.

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

Even Jiang Ting's consciousness was crushed to pieces by the vicious organs in his lower body, making him unable to utter a sound.

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

Jiang Ting frowned tightly, shaking his head and trying to struggle, but a strange pleasure rose slowly from the inside of his constantly ravaged body, spreading to all his limbs, and even his fingers were faintly numb.

"……strict……"

This brief ending was choked up in his throat, but in an instant, Yan Xie felt as if he had been given a tube of stimulants. The pores of his whole body were stimulated to open, and the huge expectation that he had never had before filled his mind. Bewildered for a while.

"Yan Xi..."

Yan Xie's first reaction was to not believe his ears, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that joy came suddenly like a storm.He suddenly pulled out his organs that were on the verge of exploding, carried Jiang Ting out of the bathroom, and fell directly onto the big bed in the master bedroom, then lifted Jiang Ting's slender legs to rest on his shoulders, straightened up again, and thrust it all the way!

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

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

After countless extraordinarily violent and frantic thrusts, the penis finally rushed to a terrifying depth, bursting out a large amount of thick semen.During the ejaculation process, the genitals were still twitching and twitching, one after another, being sucked repeatedly by the trembling inside; at the same time, Jiang Ting tightly twisted the bed sheet, his knuckles turned white, and he didn't say a word He raised his head and was bitten fiercely on the Adam's apple by Yan Xie.

Panting and heartbeat intertwined into a beating drum, blood roared out of the heart and slammed into the brain.

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

"Obviously I was the one who bit his most vulnerable throat, but it was me who really dedicated my hands to the Achilles' heel."

The setting sun sank slowly, casting golden-red light from the gaps in the curtains, the clothes and bedding on the big bed were messy, and finally the rough panting gradually calmed down into two hoarse breaths, which gradually merged into one.

Yan Xie was still on Jiang Ting's body, both of them took off their clothes, and their bodies were touching each other, Shaoqing Jiang Ting finally raised his eyelids tiredly.

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

Jiang Ting didn't answer, and looked at Yan Mao's facial features little by little, as if he was painting the prototype of a sculpture with fine brushwork.He looked very carefully and seriously, and he raised his hand after a long time, with the lingering aftertaste of pleasure still remaining on his fingertips, he gently touched Yan Mo's sweaty face.