pig iron

The wolfhound is fierce and strong.The hair stood up, exposing sharp teeth like iron clips.The front legs bounced carefully, the long tongue excitedly and greedily licked the man exuding the smell of flesh.From the back hole to the balls to the penis and then to the human face under the pressure of the metal pole.The long red tongue rolled up and down, licking the man's cheeks all over.

The dog's face and the human's face are almost close together, the rough long tongue and the thorny hair rub against the man's skin, the body smell of the dog, the wheezing and heavy wheezing, the hot air in the nose, and the long salivation caused by the gravy .

Mr. Killer couldn't take it anymore, he shook his body and started to vomit.

Afraid of being suffocated by vomit, I cleared my stomach and fed liquid food before doing business.Old Du immediately let go of the ball, and the yellow liquid spit out all over the floor.When there was nothing to vomit, he still couldn't stop retching.

The wolfdog jumped, and put its paws on both sides of the man's thighs, chasing and licking his face very gently, as if to comfort him.The man almost collapsed and turned his head to avoid it, and the wolfhound eagerly continued to lick him from behind the ear to his chin.

Old Du showed a weird smile, his stiff face seemed to be squeezed together: "It seems to like you very much."

There are many dogs here.The breed is good and the character is fierce.There are high-priced ones who can be trained to hunt people from a young age, and there are housekeepers with strong physical strength.There is also this kind of non-harmful that is specially used to do some other things.

Mr. Killer was clearly terrified.

He endured the humiliation of being slapped in public, being driven to a corner to be washed with a water gun while being naked amidst jeers and whistles, and he endured the administration of protein preparations in his intestines and the injection of thick tubes of medicine.It never occurred to me that I would endure this.

He regretted it, he used money to sell his life, but he didn't sell himself.No matter how much money is given, he is not qualified to ask him to endure this.

His head was so low that he could not breathe freely, and the stimulation of his sensitive body brought him a strong sense of pleasure and great humiliation.So much so that his voice sounds terrified and weird like tears, and the tail trembles slightly but seems to be charming.

"I... I, say, I say. You get rid of it! Get rid of... uh."

Lao Du ordered the wolf dog to leave.The wolf dog immediately squatted down and let out a low growl at Lao Du, blocking the man and refusing to leave.Old Du yelled loudly: "Go away!" The wolfhound left with its tail between its legs and bowed its head. It looked back at the naked man very reluctantly, and found a corner to lie down.

The wolfhound was gone, the metal pole was removed, and the man's head was raised.

Lao Du twisted a wet towel to wipe off the sticky food residue and dog saliva on the man's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's talk, it's better to finish it soon. There is no enmity or grudge, look at what happened to you." What a crime."

The man cast a terrified and questioning look at Mu Chuan.

Mu Chuan put his hands in his pockets and walked up to him.His eyes are still good, the corners of his eyes are slightly curved, his pupils are light in color, and his smile is very gentle and sincere.He bent down to look at Mr. Killer, his tone slowed down as if he was afraid of shocking him, and spoke to him very gently.

Coercion, temptation, deception.

Mu Chuan promised to release him after speaking.

"You are being used as a knife, and I have no grudges against you. You helped me again, there is no need to embarrass you"

"I will do what I say, and I still have to say righteousness, let alone you little man, I don't need to trouble you."

"The people next door have said the same thing, and it doesn't make sense for you to hold on to it. Letting you speak up, to put it bluntly, is just asking me to find a reason to let you go."

At the end, Mu Chuan approached him and whispered, "This is the last time I ask you, cherish the opportunity."

Old Du whistled, and the wolf dog trot over excitedly.Excitedly threw himself on the man's body, under the dark and mixed yellow hair, a thick, straight, bright red dog whip was exposed.The tongue warmly licked the man's acupoint, wanting to lubricate it carefully and plan to poke it in.

Mr. Killer couldn't bear it anymore, struggling like a live fish in a frying pan, and let out a hoarse and broken roar from his suppressed throat.

"what--"

He cried frantically: "I said—"

Humans have three souls and seven souls, and Mr. Killer seemed to have been wiped out with one soul and one soul, trembling and eyes lost.Like a nervous breakdown, he spoke incoherently but explained everything in detail.

The result of the question was very surprising. I thought it was the same as what others said, but it turned out to be a lot of things.

Except for the mastermind, all the others flowed out of his mouth.What he had heard at the time was all true in his mouth.At that time, he was in the top position with a dishonorable reputation, and he was ignorant of current affairs to block people's money.Now everyone wants to pull him off the horse again.

He is too powerful to be killed, and he will be killed if he pulls outsiders to divide the internal divisions.Mu Chuan felt that he was really bad, so hated by others.At the risk of ruining the group, he refused to give it to him.He thought that the simple factional struggle had already reached this level.

Mr. Killer looks very good, even in this case, he looks very seductive.He had an ambiguous and secretive air about him, but he had an expression of fear and shame.He looked at Mu Chuan, his eyes seemed to contain hope, and he said dully: "You say, let me go."

Mu Chuan smiled coldly: "Of course."

Lao Du covered the man's back with lubricating oil, and poked his fingers in.It's so tight inside that it's hard to move forward, it's like forcing a hole out of a complete body.With every inch of his fingers advancing, Mr. Killer let out a scream that became more and more shrill.Not necessarily because of pain, but simply anger and fear.

Fingers go into a section.He burst into tears.

The fingers entered two knots.Crying wildly, he begged to be Mu Chuan's watchdog.

Fingers are all submerged.He twisted his hips crazily, yelled with infatuation, and turned all the female elders of Mu Chuan out to have sex in turn.

The index finger turned, the back hole cracked, and blood flowed out. He was still a chick.His mind seemed to have been opened, he remembered all the gossip, and turned the curse into a cold knife of resentment and threw it at Mu Chuan.

When the wolfhound happily ran over, licked off the blood in the rear hole with its hot and rough tongue, skillfully stretched out its two paws to rest on the man's waist, revealing that the blood-red thick dog whip sank into his body little by little.He shut up instead.Like a punctured balloon, it was sluggish and limp, swallowing the last bit of sound.There was a dead silence, staring straight at the provocative intercourse of the lower body.

The silly dog ​​who was sticking out his tongue just now suddenly became furious, and thrust his cock under his body to the end without mercy.The dog whip went in and out like a knife, bringing out the rolled intestinal wall and fresh blood.Fucked furiously, made love furiously.The sharp contrast between the smooth-haired dogs, the fit men, and the bestiality gives people a strong sensory stimulation.Two strong thighs that were handcuffed wide open, a body convulsed with pain.In the middle of the round and full buttocks, the light brown anus is stretched to the greatest extent, and a huge meat column is inserted.Blood mixed with lubricating oil mixed with blood, the water is smooth, and it is extraordinarily obscene.

The man's eyes were like a poisoned knife, and with the twitching and shaking of his body, little by little, he sprinkled the poisonous juice to every corner.He looked at the meat hole exposed to the air, at the swaying buttocks, at the ferocious beast who was drooling and wheezing, and also cast his eyes on Mu Chuan, conveying the shaking and broken eyes together with hatred to him.

Mu Chuan felt hot and dry because of his sexual desire, and his body was cold because of the vicious eyes and ferocious expression.In this heat and cold, he was extremely happy, and his excitement was uncontrollable.

Maybe it's the numbness of the pain and the surge of pleasure, or maybe it's the extreme pain again.The man suddenly convulsed like a convulsion, screamed loudly and shot it out.

Mu Chuan's heart trembled as if it was too much.

His desire also urgently needs a carrier to vent out in various ways.Unfortunately, the place is very bad.He asked for a cigarette, lit it with the fire and smelled it.The orange-red sparks of a cigarette are too small, and once they are extinguished and ignited, they cannot illuminate the darkness and coldness in the dark.

The male dog is crazy, and the man is unconscious.I can't count how many orgasms a dog and a person have experienced.The plump red balls were fighting for a while, and the white semen was overflowing everywhere, as if a burst came from the asshole.

The wolf dog was extremely tired, and the locked penis meat ball finally went down slowly. He whimpered and jumped out from between the man's legs.

The man's misery is unimaginable, the back hole is like a black hole, and the sphincter is almost fucked.Blood flowed out mixed with white viscous liquid, and the lifeless body was bound there as if dead, dirty and disgusting, motionless.

After a cigarette was burned out, Mu Chuan's heart was restless, like countless hands climbing up, asking for something.

What are you asking for?

His heart was sometimes madly empty, needing blood and sex to stimulate the numb and dying senses.And emptiness seems like a bottomless abyss, never enough.

Now, he is still not satisfied.

The questions are over, and the sex show is over.Lao Du took his dog and walked away tactfully.

Mu Chuan went inside and took off his clothes, put on an apron, put on gloves, and put on boots.Put the thing in a basin and take it out, and wash Mr. Killer with a water gun.

The water pressure caused the man's sluggish body to respond, and he groaned to avoid the impact.

Mu Chuan picked up Mr. Killer and laid him flat.Mr. Killer was fucked by a dog except for the anus, and he took two knives that day, and there was almost no harm left.

He reached out and grabbed the killer's chin, and lifted it up hard.Take a closer look at the handsome face with sharp edges and corners.There was a bloodstain on the brow bone, bruises on the cheeks, beard and pale lips, and he looked very manly.

Mu Chuan loves beauties, as long as they are beautiful, he will naturally have a liking for them, no matter male, female, young or young, he will take a closer look.Not to mention a tortured beauty like Mr. Killer, it made his blood boil even more.

He fell in love with Zi'an at first sight because he was greedy for beauty.Although Mr. Killer's level is far from Ion Ann's, it doesn't affect his interest.

But Mr. Killer is obviously not as lucky as Zi An.Zi'an was bought by Mu Chuan with money, and even if he didn't look at his face when he wasted it, he still had to take care of it for the sake of money.Mr. Assassin, the two of them have no money or moral relationship, and even have a little grievance with him.As for how to treat him, it all depends on today's intention and interest.

Mu Chuan turned him over and fixed his limbs firmly with belts.

He picked out a thin and sharp short knife, wiped it with a flannel cloth, it was cold and gleaming.He stuck out his tongue and licked the cold blade twice, then took the knife with his mouth.He lifted a bucket of ice water and poured it on the killer who was chained to the stage.

As soon as the ice water on his body was condensed, the flow of blood slowed down.When you do it, it will not overflow everywhere, and people will live longer.The frozen killer was bone-chillingly cold, his body twisted a little, but he couldn't move at all.Mu Chuan patted the upturned butt affectionately, and said in a low voice, don't worry.

Raise your hand, turn your wrist, lower your knife, and touch your back.

The cold knife landed in the middle of the backline, gently sank into a tip of the knife, and slid down slowly, leaving a straight red line, like the rouge on the lips of the cinnabar of the pen, simple and beautiful.It goes beautifully on Yin Bing's slightly purplish skin.

Mu Chuan put it flat on the tailbone, and spun it around, pressing the bloodstain from tail to head to smooth out the blood pressure, and spun around the cervical spine.Pressing the knife against the killer's face, it emits silver light, sending the chill from the cold light into the killer's half-closed eyes.He comforted me very considerately at the side: "I will hurry up, so as not to hurt you too much."

This consolation is half true showing off and half false can be.

Mu Chuan's peeling speed is really fast.Holding the knife in both hands, he quickly cut open from the middle of the back.The two knives went in from the middle of the opening, opened up and down, and separated the skin and muscle.The two pieces of skin on the back shook off his body like butterfly wings.

The wound was dark red, and the skin was pink and white.There were two thin sheets, and the blood flowed very cleanly.Mu Chuan's eyes lit up, and he picked up two pieces of human skin with his fingertips and put them aside.

Peeling is a handicraft, and if you peel it slowly, the work will be fine.If it is peeled quickly, it will be rough, not very interesting, and it is no different from killing people.

Mu Chuan's workmanship is quite good, skilled and fast, ignoring the miserable screams that seem to come from an oil pan in hell, and the dirty blood flowing.The whole scene is quite beautiful.

Slash, pierce, cut, move.The technique is simple and the expression is full of affection.The bloody muscles were shining, the blood vessels that were not covered by the skin were beating, and the blood was swimming down from the wound like a river.The temperature of the blood was too hot, like magma, and the hot knives curled one after another. The hot Mu Chuan felt the temperature from his fingertips through his gloves, and transmitted the temperature to his beating heart.

The killer's cry became smaller and smaller.He passed out and woke up again, finally waking up with a moan like a cat.The one who struggled at first almost broke the restraint belt, and finally there was almost no response.

Mu Chuan had a smile on his lips, his eyes were cold, and his knife was getting faster and faster.He could barely control the speed of his hands.Like that man, he moaned, his breathing was short, and he tried his best to suppress the trembling of his hands.The Adam's apple rolled up and down, the hot blood almost exploded in his lower body, his penis was hard and straight, and it clung to his lower abdomen ferociously under the apron.

His eyes were cold, but flashed with fanaticism.

Mu Chuan removed the restraint belt, and lifted the assassin, whose body was almost cold, by his hair.Along the wound, he inserted the knife deep into his skull, scraped the bones and made a rustling sound, and peeled off the skin of his face.

On the bloody, distorted face, there was a row of neat and cold teeth, above which were two small holes for the nose.Among the red meat on the top, there are shockingly large, pale eyeballs, staring at Mu Chuan, and Mu Chuan's eyes are also looking at him.

After the last cut, Mu Chuan's muscles relaxed, and a wave of heat enveloped his whole body.

Mu Chuan took off his gloves, dropped the knife, leaned limply against the wall, smiled and stretched his hands to his lower body, and quickly reached his orgasm.The moment he ejaculated, his legs went limp.Walking over to look at the shameless man, soft ravings came out of his mouth.

In the vagueness, he thought that it would be good if it was Zian, he must be able to let him ejaculate in less than half.Then there was the aftertaste after waves of orgasms, which made his bones numb and he couldn't make a move. His tongue was tied and half called Zian's name.The result is something like this in hand.

In the dark and cold basement, the floor was crimson almost solidified, and the smell of blood made people sick.Mu Chuan smelled the fragrance of roses, and felt sweet and sexy in his fantasy.