lip gun

The tip of the pen landed gently on the back, and there was a tickling feeling like an electric shock.Xing Ming had goose bumps all over his body, he held his breath unconsciously, arched his back, and walked with Yu Zhongye's pen and ink, he became more and more tense, and every spine on his back was clearly visible.

Dip the ink, put the pen down, strike out, close the pen, Yu Zhongye used the pen freely, wiped a large black ink mark on Xing Ming's back, and then randomly scratched a few pens with cinnabar, and a galloping horse jumped on his back.

The first thing Xing Ming thought of was not the bathroom mirror, but the window in the bedroom.He wanted to take advantage of the floor-to-ceiling windows to see the scenery on his back.

The rain continued unabated, and it was gray outside, making it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.Guessing that the old fox painted a horse, he turned his head and looked at it, and he could see the strong horseshoes and the flamboyant ponytail. The whip marks on the buttocks and waist were perfectly integrated with the whole painting after being covered up by sharp lines. There are also those scabbed wounds, with a few embellishments, they are blossoming flowers, scarlet and stunning.

It's really good to see the whole picture from a glimpse.

Probably some kind of special paint was used, and it dried after a while. Xing Ming wanted to put on the clothes.

Yu Zhongye said: "Don't wear it."

Director Yu couldn't wear it if he couldn't wear it, so he had to walk the bird with his bare buttocks. Xing Ming felt uncomfortable, so he turned his back pretendingly, pretending to play with the pen and ink on the desk.He asked: "Is there only painting, without mentioning a word?"

"What?"

"It's been so unlucky recently, let's do it well."

After thinking about it, he drew up his pen and ink, and left a sentence on the white declaration: the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease.

The ink stays with the paper, almost in one stroke.At a rough glance, the characters are fine, tall and straight, with strong strokes and strong bones, but it depends on whose characters are placed with them-compared with Yu Zhongye's calligraphy left aside, the tall and straight parts are not tall and straight, and the flowing parts are not smooth. The child is dull.

Yu Zhongye glanced at Xing Ming's calligraphy, and smiled: "It's a bit solid."

"My dad forced me to practice calligraphy when I was young." Xing Ming lowered his head, covered his eyes with his forehead hair, put the brush on the rice paper, and wrote stroke by stroke carefully, "But at that time, it was very twisted, and I didn't do it well. practice."

"It doesn't matter." Yu Zhongye leaned close to Xing Ming, stretched out his hand to hold his pen-holding hand, and said, "I'll teach you."

Xing Ming no longer used his arm forcefully, and handed it over to Yu Zhongye to carry out the writing. Sure enough, Master Yu was able to turn decay into magic with a wounded hand. The words on Bai Xuan immediately stretched his arms and legs, and became full of vitality. Yes, it's beautiful.

Xing Ming was overjoyed, and turned to look at Yu Zhongye, who knew that the two of them were getting close, turned their faces away, and their lips touched.

Both of them didn't close their eyes, any four lips touched lightly, and their breaths intertwined.

The atmosphere is subtle, and the guns go off, and they are about to explode.After a while, Xing Ming stuck out the tip of his tongue in a strange way, and licked Yu Zhongye's lips.

The first lick was just superficial, but Yu Zhongye didn't respond, his eyes were still deep and indifferent, so Xing Ming licked him again, and this time he carefully traced the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue.Beautiful lips.

The old fox was still indifferent, and Xing Ming felt that he was boring himself, so he hid his tongue again.Unexpectedly, Yu Zhongye's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his tongue pressed forward, taking advantage of the gap to slip into his mouth.

The two kissed deeper and deeper, their lips and tongues entangled back and forth, and their bodies rubbed against each other to generate heat. Yu Zhongye lifted the black nightgown, allowing the swollen genitals to return to Xing Ming's body.

It's hard to imagine that the personable and personable director of Mingzhu Stage is such a crazy and promiscuous person, dining table, corridor, floor, sofa... He is in various places, forcing the other party to pose in various unimaginable positions.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and Yu Zhongye's penis crashed into Xing Ming's scorching depths, and Xing Ming's nails were embedded in Yu Zhongye's strong shoulder muscles;

Immediately afterwards, there was a thunderclap, and the thunder covered the cry when another climax came, and Xing Ming felt so refreshed that his whole body convulsed.

I don't know how long it has passed, Yu Zhongye finally stopped the monotonous and violent thrusting movements, and lay on the sofa seemingly contentedly, his black nightgown covering his milky white marble-like muscles, his eyes were closed, his face appeared calm And tired.

The genitals in the acupoint were finally separated from the body, and Xing Ming stood up with difficulty, looking at the embarrassing stains between his legs, thinking about going upstairs to clean them, and then put on another piece of clothing.

He had just stepped on a few stairs when his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a warm hand.

Turn your head and meet your eyes.

These are the eyes of a carnivorous animal or a lunatic. They are barbaric, bloody, and ominous. The eyes seem to be empty, leaving only naked desire.He felt chills down his spine from these eyes staring at him, and felt a sudden sense of fear.

Xing Ming struggled to climb the stairs, thinking that if he didn't escape, he would be killed on the bed by this crazy old fox sooner or later.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his ankle away from Yu Zhongye's palm, so he had to lift his other foot and kick Yu Zhongye's chest fiercely—the sole of his foot collided with his chest, making a terrible dull sound.Xing Ming was also worried that he would be too hard, but Yu Zhongye didn't take a step back, but instead grabbed his calf and pulled hard.

Just like that, he was dragged down the stairs, his head hit the steps, dizzy, his whole body hurt like falling apart, and he couldn't get up anymore.

Yu Zhongye leaned all his weight on Xing Ming's body, strangled his neck with his elbows, and entered from behind him again involuntarily.

Another burst of thunder rolled across the sky.It rained all day and the city was almost flooded.

The genitals were roughly wedged and pulled out in the wet alley, Yu Zhongye didn't say a word, Xing Ming moaned involuntarily.

They have no communication from beginning to end, they only mate like animals in rut, primitive and indulgent.

They were all out of order, lost their souls, and got a Gu.

Suddenly, a woman's cry sounded in the room.

The big tree that fell on the front door has not been removed. Phoebe came home in the rain and entered the house through the back door.But she hadn't expected to see two men fucking wildly on the stairs, silly.

Yu Zhongye was still wearing a nightgown, but Xing Ming was completely naked.The genitals were still deeply embedded in the opponent's body, Yu Zhongye clasped Xing Ming's buttocks, not allowing him to struggle, move, dodge and escape, and only looked at his domestic servant calmly: "Get out."

Yet Phoebe remained wide-eyed and motionless.

So Yu Zhongye emphasized in English, get out of this house.

Xu was frustrated by the disturbance from outsiders, and Director Yu let Xing Ming go without waiting for Phoebe to get out of the villa obediently.He put on his black nightgown and walked up the stairs, he might go to the study to practice calligraphy, or he might go back to the bedroom to take a nap.

"I don't know... I've been here before... but I haven't seen..."

The stammering foreign helper told the truth.She has worked here for three years, and people come and go in this room, but Director Yu has always been serious, elegant, and restrained. She has never seen him get angry, and she has never seen such a beautiful and dirty scene. .

Xing Ming stood in a daze with his back to Phoebe, his mind slowly cleared up, and his shame gradually returned. He began to screen the pictures in his mind, recalling when he began to become so shameless.But the picture is blurry, and the memory is dry. He recalled it for a long time and still couldn't find a clue. He could only ask Phoebe behind him, can you bring me a piece of clothing.