Prime Minister, don't pick up on integrity

What Ying Zheng said can only be described as a thunderbolt from the blue, and it was precisely because of his words that A Yuan forgot to struggle for a moment and let Ying Zheng kiss his lips.

Ying Zheng's kiss was not gentle, it even had a rough feeling, the taste of blood spread in his mouth, but A Yuan's body trembled because of it.

Because this feeling is really familiar.

"Sir...do you remember?"

Accompanied by low and hoarse words, Ying Zheng tore off A Yuan's belt, opened his skirt, put his hand into A Yuan's clothes, fondled the spot on A Yuan's chest, and A Yuan let out a cry Rapid groans.

This feeling is more familiar.

Even if A Yuan can't remember the past, but the instinct of the body is still there. Ying Zheng caresses his body like this, and every movement teases his sensitive parts. Even if A Yuan didn't believe it before, now But I have to believe it.

Maybe he really has that kind of relationship with King Qin.

"Your Majesty... I, who am I?"

The resistance in A Yuan's eyes had gradually faded away, and he let Ying Zheng attack the city on his body, bursts of tingling pleasure spread from the deepest part of his body throughout his body, A Yuan's breathing became more rapid and his thoughts became more chaotic, but even so, He still didn't forget to explore his previous identity.

What is my name, how did I get poisoned, and what status do I have now... These are all things that A Yuan is eager to know.

But Ying Zheng didn't want to answer him directly now.

"You are Mr. Lonely."

While speaking vaguely like this, Ying Zheng took off all the clothes on A Yuan's body. The body that Ying Zheng had been thinking about for a long time lay in front of him. A Yuan curled up in some discomfort, but did not avoid it. , just looked straight at Ying Zheng.

People who are loved look at them with this kind of eyes, and those who can bear it are not considered men at all. Besides, Ying Zheng is 16 years old this year, and he is also at the age of blood and blood. He pulled A Yuan up and let He leaned on his body, continued to knead A Yuan's chest with one hand, and caressed A Yuan's buttocks with the other.

"what!"

A Yuan gasped in surprise, being touched by such a fragile place made A Yuan feel a little uncomfortable, but before he got used to it, the finger had already slightly penetrated into his back acupoint, and the tight acupoint opened immediately. Wrapping Ying Zheng's fingers, a tingling feeling came from behind. A Yuan could only frowned tightly, and buried his face on Ying Zheng's shoulder.

After being invaded by foreign objects, A Yuan didn't feel any pain except shame and discomfort. Maybe it was really like what Ying Zheng said, he was his lover before, so he should get used to this kind of thing.

The second finger also entered into A Yuan's body, and the two fingers stirred in his body, trying to touch the sensitive part of the intestinal wall with the fingertips, causing A Yuan's body to convulse due to excitement, The greasy juice slid out from those two fingers, wetting Ying Zheng's clothes.

Looking at the already wet clothes, Ying Zheng's eyes became darker and darker. After removing his clothes, he raised A Yuan's chin and whispered in A Yuan's ear: "A Zheng never thought that Mr. ……lewd."

"I, I didn't... ah!"

As soon as he heard that word, Ah Yuan subconsciously began to defend himself, but before he finished speaking, the third finger was already squeezed into the wet back hole, and he began to thrust violently, with the sound of sweet water The sound in the small warm pavilion also cut off A Yuan's words, and he could only groan softly.

Thinking that such a wonderful body had been used before, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Seeing that the back had almost expanded, he lifted A Yuan's waist slightly, and pointed the hard object that he had already stood upright towards. Send the slightly opened back acupoint.

"Ah... no..."

As soon as the hard object entered, Ah Yuan began to beg for mercy, but Ying Zheng held onto A Yuan's waist tightly, straightened his body and wedged the hard object bit by bit.

After fully entering, before A Yuan got used to it, Ying Zheng put his arms around A Yuan's, violently twitching and hitting him.

The posture of A Yuan sitting on Ying Zheng's body like this, the hard object penetrated deeply, and Ying Zheng's hard work, repeatedly pushing against the most sensitive part of A Yuan's body, made him feel like a tide of pleasure Waves of attacks made him almost lose consciousness.

While pushing back, Ying Zheng looked at the person in his arms, and saw that Ah Yuan's hair was disheveled, his mouth was slightly opened, and he let out small moans. The saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, mixed with tears. At the same time, the face that had always been calm was now flushed and dripping with juice.

Ying Zheng became more and more agitated when he saw such a bright spring. Holding A Yuan's waist, he pushed it up hard, making A Yuan heave more violently with his movements.

As a result, the hard object in the body was inserted into a deeper place, as if he was about to pierce himself in the next moment, A Yuan whimpered and begged for mercy intermittently: "My lord, I... can't do it anymore, please... don't..."

But Ying Zheng didn't want to let him go, he continued to fuck fast and deeply, asking, "Sir, how does Ah Zheng compare to him?"

Ah Yuan didn't know who Ying Zheng was talking about, but he still shouted without thinking: "A Zheng... yes, it's you..."

"Since this is the case, Mister must stay by Ah Zheng's side forever."

Even though he knew it wasn't A Yuan's true words, Ying Zheng still felt great satisfaction. He kissed A Yuan's cheek, and following this whisper, he pushed hard a few times, causing the hard object to touch deeply. In A Yuan's body, at almost the same moment, hot liquid shot into the deepest part of A Yuan's body, A Yuan's body trembled suddenly, and then shot out...

Before A Yuan recovered from the aftertaste of the orgasm, he found himself laid down on the soft couch. Not only did the hard objects in his body not withdraw, but he felt a feeling of swelling.

"You..." Looking at the young man lying on top of him, A Yuan said in a hoarse voice, but before he could finish speaking, Ying Zheng interrupted with a smile.

"Sir, it's not over yet."

This time, he wanted to make up for everything that his husband owed him before.