pig iron

Mu Chuan licked the sweat from Zian's neck, pressed his hands back, hurriedly put on his coat and trousers, played with Zi'an's genitals, pressed lightly on the top, and listened to Zian curled up and moaned tremblingly.

Mu Chuan drove the car in and carried Zian back.Zian was in extreme torment during these few steps, his genitals rubbed against the fabric of his trousers repeatedly, and the water that came out soaked a large area.He rubs his legs together to ease, and shit, it's not over yet.

The lights on the first floor were on, and the butler was still waiting late at night.Mu Chuan's clothes were messy, his tie was crooked, he kicked off his shoes and put on slippers, greeted the butler with a smile, and walked straight upstairs with Zian on his shoulder.

Zian leaned against the wall to pant, his fair and cold face was dyed pink, and his legs were trembling.He stripped himself naked, with his legs wide open, exposing his secrets in a lewd and erotic way.He looked up at Mu Chuan, his eyes were misty but boldly provocative.Mu Chuan is his mentor, and he has learned a lot from him.For example, if you are a bitch, you can't set up a memorial archway, and if you eat soft food, you must show professional ethics, and you can do well in any profession with dedication and dedication.

He has seen his bottom line, so he doesn't have to consider his own feelings when doing anything from now on.In the future, I will be unscrupulous, even if I lose all my shame, I will go forward bravely without any scruples.

The so-called backbone and dignity; the so-called not bending the back and never bending the knee to serve others; the so-called intolerance and unbearable humiliation, all of these will have nothing to do with him.Only by letting go, only by letting go, can he go further and further on the road he wants to go.

He smiled at Mu Chuan almost presumptuously, this is the real smile of a teenager, flamboyant and dazzling to burn people down.He was never drunk, but he would go crazy uncontrollably.He had already calculated it carefully in his heart.Who in this world does not suffer, who does not suffer, who does not bow his head, and who does not shed tears.Since everyone is like this, how can he get rid of Zi'an.

He is willing to give, he is not stingy from soul to body, and he doesn't mind whether it is smashed into mud or betrayed by the devil.I just hope that one day I can get what I want.Mu Chuan looked down at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, slowly pulled off his tie, and waved to Zian.Zian crawled over, knelt at his feet, held his ankles and moved upwards, finally put his arms around Mu Chuan's thighs and pressed against his crotch, and rubbed the ball with his face, and the warm breath stimulated the halfway between Mu Chuan's legs. hard stuff.

Mu Chuan touched Zian's warm face burned by alcohol with his hands, fiddled with his chin, covered his ink-like dark eyes with the silk tie in his hand, and tied it tightly behind his head.The line of sight was blocked, and Zian's eyes were dark and dazed.He heard the sound of Mu Chuan throwing away his clothes and pulling off his belt.

The hands are twisted behind the back, strapped firmly from wrist to elbow and finally tightened.Mu Chuan picked him up and pressed him against the wall.His legs naturally climbed onto his shoulders, and his feet firmly hooked Mu Chuan's back.

He was fucked thoroughly there, and Mu Chuan entered with the semen flowing out of the hole without any effort.Zi'an thought, he is really strong. Male dogs in estrus don't have such strong lust as Mu Chuan. Such a short journey made his erection firm again.

Mu Chuan thrust and shook, and Zi'an lifted his hips to cooperate.The bumps pushed his back against the cool wall.Mu Chuan grabbed his leg and put it from his shoulder to his waist.Now Zian's hands were tied behind him, his feet had no support, his back was against the wall, his eyes were pitch black, and he felt like he was about to fall down at any moment.

He tightened his legs and clamped them around Mu Chuan's waist, his back acupoints shrunk sharply, and his spine kept climbing up against the wall with every impact.Mu Chuan propped his arm beside his ear, and his voice was low and sweet mixed with panting: "You clamp me so tightly, your place is so hot, why is it so wet, you can't even see it is red, swollen and about to burst, you really That's great, how did you make me so happy..."

Zian's face was flushed, the tips of his ears were about to bleed, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Mu Chuan shot once, and had the patience to continue with him.Zian's ass was played by him in a variety of ways, for a while it was very fine and gentle to grind his internal glands, and for a while it was thrust like a storm.The moment he was sent to the peak, he was knocked down fiercely, and the tossing and tossing seemed endless, making him want to climax as if he was on the verge of collapse.

Zi'an was tortured to the point of deliriousness by lust, begging for mercy intermittently: "I can't take it... I can't take it..., let me... shoot..."

Mu Chuan lowered his head and glanced at the wet stick that was sticking to Zi'an's lower abdomen, and he was so furious that it turned purple red.His fingers touched Zian's chest, he lightly squeezed and slowly rubbed and picked the nipples, provocatively.

"No, bear with it."

Zian's voice was almost crying, not only did he want to ejaculate, he didn't go to the bathroom all day, and he drank a lot of alcohol at night.When the orgasm is approaching, there is always pressure, and there is a strong desire to urinate, these two kinds of feelings make him feel that his lower abdomen is swollen and plummeting to the point of bursting, and he is about to be unbearable!

There is no chastity ring in front of him, and there is no urethral stick to help him endure it. It all depends on his own endurance.Now every impact hurts him.The hands are still moving down, making circles at the navel, pressing the palms on the lower abdomen, rubbing and pressing down.

Zian's body leaned against the wall and suddenly lifted up, his back acupoint was convulsed like a convulsion: "Don't touch! Don't touch me!"

He cried with trembling lips, spare me, spare me, if I can't bear it, I'm about to explode!

He couldn't see Mu Chuan's face, couldn't see his expression, and the deprivation of vision made his body extra sensitive.He cried like a collapse, he asked Mu Chuan to change his position and thrust him behind the back, he really couldn't bear it.

"I can't help but don't need it there anymore."

Mu Chuan's answer was concise and to the point.

Bladder pain was unbearable, and his lower body was about to explode. Zi'an bit his lower lip to hold back, his mouth was full of blood, and his tie was wet with tears.The lower one was like a sharp knife, without any sign of weakness, as if it wanted to pull out his intestines, the fierce impact, the internal organs were about to be smashed.

The final rhythm was fast and violent, acting like a typhoon, aggressive and destructive enough to uproot houses.Mu Chuan shot and pulled it out, and he said it was ok.

Zian fell to the ground, he shot quite far, yellow urine pooled on the ground, and the front of the little brother was dripping and dripping.

The floor was full of dirt, Zian blushed to the point of burning, and buried himself in his knees.This time the front end was not touched at all. Not only was he penetrated, but he also managed to urinate.No number of zeros, no amount of sensuality, and he did it all this night.

Mu Chuan pulled him up, avoiding his body and kissing his ear, and whispered softly: "It's really dirty, luckily it's not a carpet."

After making the phone call and asking the housekeeper to bring the female workers up to clean up, Mu Chuan untied his belt and carried him to take a bath.

In the two-person bathtub, Mu Chuan cleaned his body, soaped his hand and stretched it in to draw out the bloodshot white semen, and touched a swollen Doler's mark on his arm.There was a burning pain in the front and back, and Zian was completely limp.

Mu Chuan opened his mouth: "Is it that uncomfortable? The bite is full of blood."

Zi'an curled up in his arms, his voice was so hoarse that he lost his voice: "It's about to explode."

He sneered, twisted Zian's head and kissed his forehead: "Why, there is elasticity, fibrosis at most, and it will hurt when going to the toilet in the future. If it really explodes, it's okay, just have an operation to fix it."

Probably the pleasure of sex has passed, and now all the discomforts in the whole body are coming up.The alcohol in his stomach made him ache, his waist was sore, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.

uncomfortable.

Stomach churns, pinches himself in pain.

Zi'an thought dizzily, if he vomited now, it would really spoil Mu Chuan's interest.The steam was steaming, and the hands moved through the creamy foam, and the two bodies rubbed against each other.After washing and washing, Mu Chuan became hard again, pressing Zian in the bathtub and having a hair.

Mr. Mu said that he was very happy tonight. Zi'an was so attractive that he couldn't describe it. Just a single action made him so excited that he might as well kill him.Xiao Biesheng is better than the first time I saw it, home flowers are more fragrant than wild flowers, and the fluttering red flags are more punctual than the messy colorful flags outside.

Body fluid sprayed out, and Mu Chuan licked the corner of his mouth contentedly and got out of the bathtub to clean Zian again.If it goes on, it is estimated that two people will suffocate in the bathtub.He carefully wiped and wrapped Zian with a bath towel, and the water droplets rolled on his tight muscles.

Naked, Zian barely stood still with his hands on the wall.Mu Chuan squeezed a lot of lubricating oil and applied it to the seam between his legs.The electric massage stick buzzed and vibrated between his clamped legs, moved upwards and circled around the anus.Zian's legs felt weak, and an unstoppable numbness came from below.

The back hole that was fucked was still a hole that couldn't be closed. Once opened, it was red, swollen and wet.Mu Chuan easily pushed the black massage stick in his hand and pushed the switch to the maximum.

There was a short section on the outside of the massage stick, in order not to let it slip out, Zian tightened the opening of the hole, as if wriggling greedily.The powerful stimulation made his legs go limp and he knelt down directly to the ground, his eyes were confused, saliva flowed from his chin to his collarbone, lewd and debauched, trembling absent-mindedly.

He was extremely uncomfortable, the shock seemed to spread to all organs, and there were waves of nausea rolling in his stomach.Suddenly, covering his mouth, he staggered up and ran towards the bathroom. Hei Liang's massage stick with mucus fell to the ground, and there was a sound of vomiting.

Mu Chuan poured a glass of warm water and sent it over. The smell of alcohol filled the sky, and the vomit could be seen clearly under the yellow light.His face changed, and he was very unhappy. He was really fucking dead.

There was blood in the toilet.

After washing off the dirt, Mu Chuan fed him water and asked him to rinse his mouth.I started vomiting again, but it was much better than last time, and the blood volume was significantly reduced.Repeated several times, in the end it was just retching and no blood was seen.

Mu Chuan suppressed his anger and went to find medicine for him, and gave him omeprazole with warm water. He thought it was a good thing he didn't vomit much blood, otherwise he would have to be sent to the hospital tonight.

Zian was covered in cold sweat, his body hair stood up, and he squeezed Mu Chuan's hand in pain.

Mu Chuan patted his hand and stroked it gently, calming down his tone, reassuring him that the pain would be gone in a while, and then indifferently broke his hand away from it.He grabbed Zian's hair and slammed it against the wall, listening to the muffled sound of the skull hitting the tiles.Zian collapsed on the ground, bleeding from the forehead, and passed out.

Mu Chuan closed his eyes, wondering why he was angry with him.

Does he have to pull out his tongue, smash his teeth so that he can use a feeding tube to eat or drip nutrient solution every day?

Tobacco, alcohol, sugar, salt, and the desire to talk every day, let go of eating after a little bit of control.How old is he.

He took out the toothpaste and toothbrush from Zian's room, squeezed his mouth open to brush his teeth, took a few sips of water with great effort and flowed out from the corner of his mouth, wiped him hastily, and changed him into pajamas.

When sending him to bed in pajamas, he noticed Zian's left hand.

Scarlet short and numerous wounds, with pink and white surroundings, like rotten fruit.

After watching for a while, Mu Chuan turned off the lights and left.