Costume Mountains and Rivers

Changing into clean white clothes, the belt around his waist has not been fastened, he raised his head, let out a low gasp on purpose, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and the flowers on his forehead were stained with a little streamer.Shen Peinan couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly hugged him horizontally in his arms. Mo Qinghe hugged his neck, her eyes seemed to be drunk, her sleeves were hanging down, and she was flirting with each other behind her.

Shen Peinan lowered her head and kissed him, forgetting the brutality just now: "It's so beautiful."

Mo Qinghe huddled in his arms, clinging lazily, with the faint smell of alcohol lingering all over her body: "Brother Shen, today I will leave you alone."

In the next second, they both lost control and fell on the bed together. Mo Qinghe felt that he was crazy, and Shen Peinan was never awake. He untied the belt, raised Mo Qinghe's hands above his head, and locked them around the head of the bed. Trembling, he tore off the snow-white clothes, and with a crackling sound, he buried his face in the beauty's flat chest, sucked her hard, licked his hard nipples, and slowly slid to the base of his legs, holding his knees .

Mo Qinghe's body is like a smooth white fish, with tight muscles under the skin, her knees are brought together, her thighs are full of strength, like a virgin sticking to her chastity.However, the red hair between the legs raised its head, and the top was stained with clear liquid. Shen Peinan stared at the shameless penis, as if seeing the most beautiful scenery in the world for the first time. Trembling slightly, then opened his mouth, wrapping it in his warm mouth.

Mo Qinghe suddenly lost control and moaned like a cat. His hands were tied to the head of the bed, his body could not move, he twisted his waist indiscriminately, and it didn't take long before Shen Peinan let him go. Open his two legs to reveal the closed pussy, and rub back and forth with the pulp of his fingers.

He was very drunk, holding the other party's still-soft penis and rubbing it back and forth, his eyes were blurred, "Baby, why aren't you wet yet?"

Mo Qinghe hadn't recovered from the orgasm yet, so he couldn't laugh or cry. He felt that this person really regarded himself as a lady in a play. He put his arms around Shen Peinan's muscular back and said in his ear, "It's wet inside. It's hot and humid, go in and try."

Shen Peinan pulled out his trousers in twos and twos, and the rough thing in his crotch was already standing stiffly, looking eager to try, Mo Qinghe suddenly came back to his senses, twisted his body and struggled: "Go, get the Vaseline."

It was too late to speak, the desire in Shen Peinan's eyes burned into a sea of ​​flames, he pressed one of Mo Qinghe's legs on the bed, and carried the other on his shoulder, holding his genitals to poke in, Mo Qinghe was anxious and afraid, closed his eyes Gritting his teeth with his eyes closed, he waited for a long time, but the imaginary pain still hadn't come, he opened his eyes a little, and laughed.

Shen Peinan wanted to go crazy on him with the strength of alcohol, he was unconscious, turned around and couldn't find a place, the thing bumped left and right at the acupuncture point, and the small mouth that lacked expansion closed shyly, and it was easy to point it in the direction, As soon as he slid out again with force, he was sweating anxiously, his muscular upper body was glowing, his eyes were burning red, he tried a few times in vain, he frowned, and suddenly got angry.

He pinched Mo Qinghe's leg hard, and gritted his teeth: "Damn it, opera actors are meaningless, you gang of opera singers are all fucking bullying bastards, look at us losing , I won’t let you do it anymore, I... I will fuck you to death today.”

He sat cross-legged, holding his upright genitals, and issued an order like a child: "Let, let me in, I want to get in you, fuck you."

Mo Qinghe suppressed a smile, spread her legs, propped her body up to cooperate, but tried her best to relax the acupuncture point. This posture was extremely awkward, like a praying mantis on a bed, but Shen Peinan tried hard to fight for it. Taking the initiative, the two tossed and sweated profusely, and finally fit together inch by inch.

After doing it too many times, the pain was not as serious as imagined. Shen Peinan let out a satisfied sigh, as if he finally got the reward he deserved. He supported Mo Qinghe's knee and sprinted in. The movements were wide open and closed, Mo Qinghe's eyes were blackened, and she panted softly: "You, you slow down..."

Shen Peinan entered the land of bliss, unable to hear the call from the outside voice, half-closed his eyes, admiring the petal-like face in the shadow of the lamp, and occupied him fiercely: "Why don't you scream, scream, can't you sing?"

He hugged Mo Qinghe under his body, his muscular body was tightly fitted to the person in his arms, and he pumped vigorously one after another. Mo Qinghe raised his face, with his long legs wrapped around his waist, intoxicated Unable to make a sound, he could only pant with his mouth half-opened. After working for a while, Shen Peinan suddenly stopped, untied the belt that bound his hands, let him kneel on the bed, buried himself in again, and raised his hand to pump his buttocks. A slap across the face: "Say, say you are an opera singer, a rabbit master who is only for men to fuck, not a communist bandit, not a fucking spy!"

He used too much strength, and the white buttocks immediately turned red. Mo Qinghe looked back at him, and was shocked. His strong body was covered with old scars, his face was sharp and angular, and his eyes were turbulent. The infatuation and hatred of her fell too deep, almost to the point of pain.

It would be great if there was no confrontation, if there was no compromise at the beginning, this life can be shrouded in horse leather, and the ending can be upright, but everything is too late, falling in love with someone, making so many concessions, I am not reconciled, just because there is no way .

He suddenly felt sad, his delicate and pretty face with make-up flushed like drunkenness, he shook his hips, and murmured in agreement: "I'm an opera singer, I've loved you since the first time we met, I'm not a secret agent..."

Shen Peinan shook violently, whipping him like a storm, every time pushing into the most sensitive place, Mo Qinghe was immersed in extreme happiness and sadness, and somehow remembered the victory broadcast on the radio...Winter's pale The sunshine, the blue sky, the crowd of people celebrating, the cheeks were flushed from the cold, and the red flags were fluttering.

He rubbed his own thing, so comfortable that his eyes were loose and his whole body was soft, and he groaned loudly following Shen Peinan's movements: "Brother Shen, I belong to you alone, I like to let you do it... No matter how hard you try, you still have to..."

Shen Peinan slapped his buttocks, his whole body was filled with passionate red tide, sweat dripped down his chest and back, his bulging thighs were tense, he hugged Mo Qinghe's waist, as if venting his anger The top one went deepest: "Fuck you gangsters to death, yell, fuck, I'm not a deserter!"

The tight entrance suddenly convulsed sharply, as if hundreds of small mouths were sucking together, it was too exciting, he raised his head high, let out an unbearable low growl, spewed out semen, the two fell on the bed, It was as if a drowning man grasped at the last straw and trembled together to a climax.

Mo Qinghe was extremely comfortable, his mind went blank, and he lost all the ability to think for a while. He spread his hands and feet and enjoyed the endless happiness. People, want to ask for a rewarding kiss.

Shen Peinan silently turned his back to him, Mo Qinghe waited for a while, then reached out to touch his face, only to feel warm and moist, he thought it was sweat from sex, but a drop of water trickled down the corner of his eye, just right Leaning wet his fingers.

Mo Qinghe thought for a long time in a daze before realizing that it was tears.

He hugged Shen Peinan, with his cheek against his warm back, feeling so distressed that he didn't know what to do, the words that were half moaning and half venting flashed through his mind just now, he stretched out his hand to turn off the desk lamp, and went around to Shen Peinan , kissed him in the dark, his movements were pious and full of love, and he was as gentle as a flower to please him, and whispered: "Brother Shen, you are not a deserter, whether you win or lose, you and your comrades-in-arms are all from China." hero."

In the deep midnight, the man's repressed sobs suddenly sounded, with countless distress and bitterness.

Mo Qinghe opened her arms, hugged Shen Peinan to her chest, put her lips against his forehead, hugged him like a child and slept all night.

The two of them fell asleep, and they didn't wake up until mid-morning. Ah Yi had already had breakfast and went to school. They sat up from the bed one after the other, rubbed their sleepy eyes, looked at each other, and found that the paint on their faces had already melted , the two rubbed their bodies and faces, and even the quilt was stained with red, white and white colors, making it a mess.

Of course, the focus of their attention was not here. The two finally cleaned themselves up and sat in the room waiting for breakfast. Mo Qinghe was surprised to find that no matter how much he wanted to start a conversation, Shen Peinan ignored him.

Shen Peinan was wearing a nightgown with open arms, leaning against the window to smoke, the sun shone on his muscular naked body, the wind was sunny outside the window, it was a beautiful and beautiful day, the lawn was still pricked with the things that hadn't been tidied up after yesterday's garden party With all kinds of parasols, Mo Qinghe was not discouraged, and wanted to hug him persistently. Shen Peinan turned his face and pushed him far away: "Damn, don't talk to me, I have never been so embarrassing in my life."

Mo Qinghe stepped on the ground with her bare feet, looking at her lover with a smile in her eyes.

However, things didn't end there.

After breakfast, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Mother went to open the door, and there was a thumping sound of crutches stomping the ground in the foyer, and a chilling aura came in along with the scent of green grass.

Old Mrs. Shen was supported by a servant, leaning on a red sandalwood gallwood crutch with a dragon head, and rushed into the living room non-stop. Shen Peinan had just changed into a suit and was about to go out, when she raised her head, she froze: "Mom, why are you here?"

The old lady pursed her lips with a majestic expression, looked Shen Peinan from top to bottom, suddenly raised her crutches, and thumped him on the thigh: "I received a call early in the morning, saying that there was a catastrophe in your house last night. If I don't come, how will I know how you bullied my little Mo'er?"

She was merciless, and swung her cane towards Shen Peinan: "I am not filial, I just want to piss off the old woman, an old man, the more he lives, the more regressed he is, and he hooks up with a bunch of dubious people every day , I forgot my last name after drinking two or three ounces of yellow soup, huh? Throwing things, scolding servants, even beating my wife, what else can you do? Don’t you have a gun? Come on, hit the old woman in the head! "

The old lady became more and more angry, pointing her fingers at her temples, Shen Peinan finally understood the truth, and turned her head unbearably: "Who called!"

The servants lowered their heads and walked past like fish, each pretending to be deaf and dumb, and the room was silent. Finally, a girl in loose trousers couldn't hold her breath, lowered her head guiltyly, and muttered: "Who knows you? One show after another, last night I still had a deep hatred, but in the morning it's fine again..."

The old lady gave Shen Peinan a hard look, disdainful to compete with him, and walked into the house leaning on a cane: "Where is Mo'er, let me look at my little Mo'er, my third child is useless, the old woman will clean him up for you!"

Mo Qinghe experienced a blissful experience, her back was sore and her legs were weak, she was holding on to the stairs and slowly going downstairs, she couldn't care less when she heard the movement, she trotted and rolled into the arms of the old lady, and the old lady Shen screamed loudly Good boy, I looked at him carefully three times to confirm that he was intact, and his expression melted slightly.

She unbuttoned the woolen coat and handed it to the servant, pulled Mo Qinghe to sit on the sofa and drank sweet tea, and asked him when the next performance was, the old and the young were very harmonious, Shen Peinan thought he had escaped, and called He was about to go out after getting in the car, but Mrs. Shen suddenly stopped him: "Did I tell you to go?"

"There is a way for family affairs, just like when you were a child, go to family law."

Shen Peinan only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

At noon, Mother was busy setting up bowls and chopsticks in the dining room. Mo Qinghe and Mrs. Shen hadn't seen each other for several days, and they were chatting happily about A Yi's recent homework. Shen Peinan was kneeling alone in the living room, holding a wooden board, There was a bowl of water on it, and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, his expression was wonderful.

Mo Qinghe has known him for so long and really has never seen the rules of the Shen family. At this time, she is full of joy of being a villain, and even eats with a big appetite.

He grabbed a sandwich bread, moved a stool, and happily sat in front of Shen Peinan: "Third Young Master, it's not bad. When you said you were going to kill me last night, you didn't expect it to happen now, did you?"

Shen Peinan looked left and right, saw that the old lady hadn't come, and glared at Mo Qinghe: "Come here and rub my waist, it's fucking painful."

Seeing that Mo Qinghe was unmoved, he softened his tone: "I drank too much yesterday, and my darling has a lot, don't worry about me, huh?"

Mo Qinghe nodded with a smile, took a big bite of bread, turned around behind him, and poked his ribs hard with both hands, Shen Peinan screamed in pain, smashed the board and the water bowl, and was caught in the face Splashed all over with water, she opened her mouth to curse, Mo Qinghe pointed at the restaurant with a smile, and made a silent gesture.

Then he raised his wrist and looked at the time: "I'll pour you another bowl, three hours, not less than a minute!"