Correct posture of masochism [system]

Many artists have so-called eccentricities, such as writing in a bathtub, thinking in a closet, and smelling row.vent.Things to make yourself excited, by venting on women.Calm down...

Of course, similar eccentricities are not unique to artists.

When Xu Yiming gets excited, he will throw away all the things that hinder him, so that he will be more immersed in his own world.

Jiang Yu stood behind the man, looking at the canvas covered with many colors through his constantly moving pen. Against the gray-black background, a pale and feeble young man was sitting on the ground. The bright red blood was clearly still, but he seemed to smell To the smell of blood.

It was the first time he witnessed the process of a painting, and he was amazed and shocked.

As soon as the countdown sounded in his head, Jiang Yu felt that he was like a string on an arrow, tense and ready to snap at any moment.

He stretched out his hand and stroked his index finger along the man's well-defined arm muscles, with moderate strength and carelessness.

The tip of the pen resting on the corner of the young man's lips on the canvas trembled violently, and the man's highly concentrated attention was suddenly cut off by dense light itches. He stared at the person who appeared at an unknown time, his eyes were cold and faintly horrifying .

That is a completely different concept from the usual elegance.

"The door is not closed." Jiang Yu explained calmly.

All Xu Yiming's nerves were involved in the work, he didn't feel naked.There is nothing wrong with being naked in front of the boy, and there is no reason for painting this painting.

He lowered his head to re-dip the pen and dipped in the paint. He didn't speak for a whole night, his voice was a little hoarse, "Go out."

Can't get out.

Jiang Yu's whole body seemed to be engulfed by a tongue of fire. He was like a hungry fish, pressing on the armrest of the chair, stretching his head forward to kiss Xu Yiming.

Teenage wet.The soft tongue stuck in, searching wantonly in his mouth, picking skillfully.Dou looks like an old hand.

The expensive paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground, Xu Yiming came out of shock, grabbed Jiang Yu's hair and pulled him from behind the chair to his eyes, with anger in his eyes.

"what are you doing?"

"Kiss you." Jiang Yu stuck out his tongue and licked the taste that didn't belong to him on his lips, which was quite good.

The three words were understated, Xu Yiming only then realized that the young man was wearing the brightest blue shirt in all his clothes, with two legs with several scars under the hem, and there was nothing inside.

He opened his mouth with a half-smile, "Mu Shaoqing, do you know how dangerous your appearance is?"

Jiang Yu stared at the man's body unscrupulously, he opened the corner of his mouth, "I saw Mu Sifan calling your name to tease himself, and then I was thinking..."

The second half of the content was suppressed by the breath coming up.

The outside world praises Xu Yiming as a gentleman, but in fact he has never been. People like to indulge in their own fantasies, why not fulfill them?

Talk to him now.The entangled boy successfully aroused his needs, Xu Yiming's expression darkened, he reached out to hold the boy, and caressed all the way up.touch.

He knew very well what was going on with the rising and expanding hormones in his body.

Jiang Yu maintained the posture of leaning forward, his tongue circling in Xu Yiming's mouth, and the things lurking in the blood came to life.

He has long been interested in this man.Thinking, maybe it was the first time we met, maybe it was the man with his back against the wall.side of the smoke.

pay.Wrapped tongues let each other's saliva phase.Melting, rubbing, the emptiness coming from all directions was caught off guard, and became clearer and clearer, eager for something to fill, Jiang Yu's color suddenly changed, and his facial features immediately twisted.

He pushed Xu Yiming away abruptly, lowered his head and panted heavily, his fists clenched, the veins in his arms protruded, and the breath on his body was extremely terrifying, as if he had been splashed from head to toe by a basin of ice water.

Kicking away the paint box next to him vigorously, Jiang Yu walked out almost in a hurry, but was pulled back by a strong force when he took the second step, and the man in his ear was already full of desire.hopeful voice.

"Mu Shaoqing, you took the initiative to provoke, and now you want to run away?"

Jiang Yuling.Under the messy shirt, his chest was heaving and heaving, and the voice squeezed out from between his teeth was trembling, holding back something, "Let go."

The sensitive Xu Yiming just caught it. He narrowed his eyes, and then, his slightly cool fingertips touched the underside of the boy's shirt.

The body that had been on fire for a long time was completely burned by that hand, and his reason was completely defeated. Jiang Yu grabbed his wrist and stuck it on again, as thick as a predator.Violent, venting.

In the studio, there was the sound of the picture frame being knocked to the ground, and there was also the sound of comfortable panting...

Jiang Yu's half-closed eyes fell on the man's slender and powerful hand, perhaps because he had just seen that hand create amazing creations, a sense of accomplishment of personally pulling the other person off the altar arose, and he finally couldn't help trembling freed.

It's the first time to be so close to other people's things, and to do this, it's not disgusting, it's just a little weird, Xu Yiming feels that the deranged nerves can't come back.

Wiping his hands with the canvas on the floor, Xu Yiming pressed Jiang Yu on the chair, and the moment he raised his eyes, the desire inside.The fire boiled completely.

"Ding, 000 provided a pack of chrysanthemum spirits. Mr. Jiang will definitely be able to fly high. I wish you a happy day."

Jiang Yu was trembling with anger, his face was gloomy, Xu Yiming thought that he was regretting and wanted to run away, so he immediately got angry.

"Fuck..." Jiang Yu screamed tremblingly, he subconsciously felt fear.

In the past, he was the one who charged forward, but the position was reversed, and the taste made him feel like being eaten by ten thousand ants.

I don't know that chrysanthemum either.What is a flower spirit, it can be attracted.To lure and confuse perception, his will can't be controlled at all.

Xu Yiming is a man with normal functions, sex.Orientation is innate, he appreciates men with excellent conditions, and has had sex many times.Look, in his models there are teenagers who are as delicate as porcelain dolls, who make people want to destroy and destroy, and there are also clean and handsome big boys who make people want to paint darkness in his world.

They put on any defenseless posture under his instructions, and shouted his name in front of him.Consolation, the admiration in her eyes is too obvious and low.He is cheap and pious, but he lacks the urge to dismantle and integrate regardless of everything.

sex.For him, love is not about venting, but about enjoying, and it must be what he wants from the bottom of his heart.

Feeling is a very wonderful adjective. You can be desperate for it, or you can throw off your shackles and fall into the abyss.

Jiang Yu made a painful sound, and the damp hair completely covered the expression on his face.

"Look at the painting on the wall, you are even more charming than the boy in it." Xu Yiming pressed against his ear, breathing hot breath, with a faint husky smile.

What a fart!Jiang Yu was lying on the chair with his head bowed, his shoulders were constantly heaving, a drop of sweat slid down his eyebrows, and slapped on the moving floor.

Inside the large picture frames placed on both sides are dark cages and chains, making him feel as if he was locked in a dungeon and subjected to invasion.An illusion, a weird feeling.

I don't know how long it has been, wet.The greasy tone diffuses from the studio.

Xu Yiming, who was half squatting, tightened the slender waist that was dangling in front of him, tight and solid. Looking at the boy's sweaty back, he suddenly wanted to taste it.

By the time he reacted, his lips had already kissed her, sucking down along the protruding spine.suck.

Jiang Yu snorted, he turned his head, his bright black eyes were full of scalding flames, and his sweaty face was covered with hostility.

"Who told you to stop?"