pig iron

Half an hour later, Mu Chuan finally came, and he quickly got up to greet him.Mu Chuan, who was sitting on the swivel chair, was much more natural than him, leaning back in the chair and looking at the person in front of him.

Pale face, purple lips, bruised forehead, wearing a white sweater and blue low-slung jeans, covered himself tightly in summer but still can see the hickey on the neck.Standing with two long legs spread apart unnaturally, trembling slightly.Thin waist and narrow hips, beautiful figure, youthful and attractive.

"Who told you to get dressed."

After undressing and folding, Zi'an crawled over meekly, curled up at his feet and rubbed gently like a big dog.The muscle lines of the back are very beautiful, the depressions sink along the way, and the shadows vibrate, which is tempting to imagine.

For Mu Chuan and Zian, there are two ways to deal with it.If Mu Chuan is in a good mood, he will struggle and resist in a small area to add interest; if Mu Chuan is not in a good mood, he will be quiet, docile and patient.Even 24 hours a day, it is impossible for Mu Chuan to kill him.What can't stand it?Endurance passed.

Mu Chuan once patted his ass and laughed at him. If you get out of my place, who else do you think will want you?His eyes are not attractive enough, his skill in bed is average, he can't even get angry, he winks but he doesn't come into trouble, he stays in a daze, he's so stupid, he's obedient in the open and competitive in the dark.

Grabbing the swollen buttocks with his hands and rubbing them vigorously, Mu Chuan mocked with a low smile: "It's just a face, it's worth selling."

You are right, your own strengths are only a little bit, and you have to work hard to make use of them.After having fun last night, the anal opening was still soft, and in the morning, I hastily filled the intestines a few times and expanded it with my fingers.Zian was lying on the ground, with his waist sagging and his buttocks raised high. The posture he put on was very convenient for people to manipulate and swing at will.

He buried his face between his elbows and arms, not looking at Mu Chuan's movements.But the cold thing on his back made him startled suddenly, and he turned his head away stiffly and numbly.

I don't know when there were a few more bottles of wine on the ground, and there were ice cubes in the wooden barrel. I don't know if it was champagne or red wine.Mu Chuan pinched the cork with his left hand, and shook the bottle mouth with his right thumb, smiling slightly: "DOUX champagne, very sweet, made according to your preference."

The cold thing resisted and spun in, Zian shuddered, feeling the pain like tearing in the back.Mu Chuan patted his tight buttocks: "Relax, otherwise I would not be able to push in."

Mu Chuan patiently and slowly rotated the wine bottle in his hand, slowly teasing and soothing his body with his fingers, and then poked the wine bottle in his hand to the bottom, the neck of the bottle submerged.Zi An shivered in pain, shivered coldly, bit his lip and whimpered.

Mu Chuan sat on the swivel chair indifferently, watching Zian clamp the wine bottle according to his request, raised his butt, and swayed like a dog.The champagne was stimulated to produce a lot of bubbles, and the wine sprayed in Zi'an's body.The cold liquid raged in the abdomen, and there were bursts of cramps in the stomach.

so cool...

so sad...

Bottle after bottle of wine was inserted into his back hole and poured down.Champagne with bubbles, cold red wine, spicy gin, high-strength vodka... It will be cold for a while, and then it will be hot for a while. Cold and extreme heat alternated in his body.He fell on the ground and twitched, his stomach was about to explode, and the pain of tearing and pulling made him let out a low growl like a broken one.

He began to beg, change another one, it hurts too much, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!Please, please.Let me get it out.

Mu Chuan's voice was calm, wait a minute, it's all good wine, you have to taste it slowly.By the way, it's working time now, you have to be quiet.Don't get the wine in it, don't stain my floor, you can't even lick it clean.

The sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows was very warm, Mu Chuan's tone was flat and tender, and the room was filled with the soft and fragrant aroma of wine, but Zi'an seemed to be walking in hell.

His expression was distorted and painful, but Mu Chuan took pictures one by one with great interest; he shyly covered his face with his arms and did not want to face the dark camera, tried his best to conceal his dog-like movements and miserable face, but was caught Mu Chuan waved it away, and listened to him softly ask, do you want to?Then half of his face was thrown aside; the fragile mucous membrane of the intestinal wall was irritated by the wine, he struggled to crawl away in pain, but Mu Chuan easily lifted him back and started a new round of torture.

The pain was everywhere, forcing him to have nowhere to hide.

He curled up and shook, unable to even cry out.

Hold on...

Hold on and let it go...

How can there be unbearable suffering, how can there be unbearable pain.

The ice cubes melted away in Mu Chuan's palm before he dared to push them into his back acupuncture point one by one.He put his hands on Zian's waist, and his fingertips jumped on the tense muscle lines, feeling the trembling that he endured so much, and the struggle that he almost wanted to break free.He especially likes to abuse, the pain and shame of others makes him extremely happy and excited, and the struggle without madness makes him especially enjoy.

Mu Chuan thought, beautiful and handsome people are always favored and likable in life, and beautiful and handsome people are also handy and comfortable to abuse.

After stuffing three or four pieces of ice, Mu Chuan stroked the straight shoulder blades on Zian's back: "Can you get up? Go to the bathroom and get out by yourself."

Zi'an's face was pale, and he walked out of the bathroom slowly while leaning on the wall, knelt limply on the ground and pulled Mu Chuan's trouser legs: "Master, is it... alright?"

Mu Chuan laughed, grabbed his hair roughly and forced him to look up, poured a whole bottle of white wine on his face, admiring his closed eyes, nowhere to hide from his nose and throat being coughed by the strong alcohol.The transparent liquor criss-crossed across his face like tears.

Mu Chuan let go of the hair he was holding in his hands, Zian bent over and coughed fiercely, and wiped his face with his hands indiscriminately.The eyes irritated by the spicy wine could not be opened and tears flowed out continuously.It's only a fool who cries, but this time he obviously didn't cry, how could he cry when he's too old.

How does the old saying say?Better bully the white-bearded man than bully the young and poor, one day the dragon will wear the phoenix, don't you believe that you will wear holes in your trousers forever?If Ruan Zi'an didn't die, and if he became famous one day, he would let Mu Chuan lick him, let Mu Chuan feel the pain, and let Mu Chuan empathize with everything he is suffering now.