Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe was obedient, first let the silky tip touch her palate, circled her tongue around it, and then sucked it in bit by bit, only felt that every time she swallowed, the thing throbbed and became harder until It was only when the mouth was full that it began to swallow and swallow slowly. The saliva that could not be swallowed dripped down the column, soaking the whole column and dripping with water.

Qinghe has been playing since primary school, her body is limp, and she is kneeling down at this moment to perform oral sex, only a loose water jacket is hanging on her body, from Shen Peinan's perspective, she can see the honey-colored smooth chest and protruding pink breasts in full view , the spring is infinite.Desperate to win at the moment, he pushed Mo Qinghe's throat suddenly, regardless of whether he felt uncomfortable or not, he pumped it up.

The soft and moist touch made Shen Peinan move heartily, but Mo Qinghe couldn't stop the tears streaming down her throat. She tried her best to open her throat so that he could sink the whole stick every time. Difficulty coupled with the strong vomiting caused by the entry and exit of foreign objects in the throat, it didn't take long before I started to feel dizzy.

Sensing his lack of effort, Shen Peinan pulled Qing He's hair violently, forced him to look up, and cursed: "Are you dead? Do you want me to teach you how to serve others?"

Mo Qinghe swallowed the thing two more points in order to flatter her, propped her elbows on the bed, held the part that couldn't be contained with both hands, and stroked it up and down with the sucking motion.

Shen Peinan was still not happy, and patted Mo Qinghe's face: "You look so serious, you can be perfunctory, I have a lot of time to spend with you."

Mo Qinghe stopped moving: "What exactly does the general want Qinghe?"

Shen Peinan leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Show me, until I want to fuck you."

Mo Qinghe stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face.

Ben had reached the critical point of humiliation, the accumulated hatred turned into a handful of tumbling hot oil, Mo Qinghe trembled from the heat, he clenched his fists tightly, and the oath he made when he received the order flashed through his mind , Instead, she went all out, Mo Qinghe hummed muffled in her nasal cavity, stretched her hand between her buttocks, inserted it through the opening of the acupuncture point, and shook her body while twitching her fingers, as if she was also extremely comfortable.

After her body got used to it, Mo Qinghe added another finger, touching her most sensitive part, wishing to anesthetize herself completely, but there were too many things in her heart tonight, and the inner wall that was usually unbearable to touch could not arouse her body He could only act soberly, as if the spring tide was undercurrent, and his voice became louder.

Shen Peinan's breathing became more and more urgent. Mo Qinghe's obscene look of desire and dissatisfaction made him unable to control himself. He withdrew from his mouth. Before he could catch his breath, he grabbed Mo Qinghe's hand behind him to comfort him. Cheek-to-cheek pressed, "Do you want it if you touch it?"

Mo Qinghe's chest rose and fell, her face was flushed, and her eyes were blurred as if drunk: "Yes, I want the general."

"It's very uncomfortable inside. The general comes in, and come in and move."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down, presented the slightly expanded acupuncture point in front of Shen Peinan, rubbed his face sideways in the quilt, turned around and murmured: "Good brother, stop torturing me..."

Although it is a play, once the words are spoken, I will spit them out.

Shen Peinan was in pain from being hooked by him, immediately hugged his waist, and ruthlessly drove straight in.

It hurts like being torn apart from the middle. I sprinkled salt on the wound and then rubbed it vigorously. The whole person is so painful that I lose consciousness. My mind is blank, and there are only strands of pain twisted into whips. Human skin is ripped apart.The people behind were completely unmoved, they pressed Mo Qinghe's back like an animal, pushed in hard, and then pulled out as much as possible, venting in his body again and again.Mo Qinghe's tears flowed down her cheeks, her knuckles were pale as she twisted the sheets, she bit her lip, and still yelled: "Come again, more."

The action was too rough, the blood kept dripping down the thigh, Shen Peinan wiped it with his hand, and the thin snake spread a large area of ​​bright red on the base of Mo Qinghe's leg, the bloody beauty and desolation reminded him of After going through a series of killings, Shen Peinan shifted his gaze to Mo Qinghe's face, only to see that the child's eyes seemed to be going to death, the previous obsequiousness disappeared without a trace, and only a hard breath remained, as if his determination was about to burn. Take the quenched knife and goug it towards him.

Shen Peinan was suddenly shocked, there was a canary with fluttering wings under him, how could there be a warrior's eyes?

He backed out, pressed Mo Qinghe on his back on the bed, folded his legs in front of his chest, and entered again, crazily hitting deep, each time getting heavier, he actually had some sympathy for this unlucky boy who didn't make a sound , but still couldn't help venting the anger he had been holding back for a while on him, he needed an outlet too much, Mo Qinghe was unlucky and bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

Shen Peinan forced him to open his eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you like it, are you comfortable?"

Mo Qinghe didn't say the words of liking. The severe pain made him fall into a semi-conscious state. His body was under the impact, but his mind was uncontrollably looking for something to divert his attention. A picture of a month ago in Beidaihe A picture flashed through his mind, the day was sunny, he destroyed the secret electricity in the brazier, stood side by side with his senior brother, pointed to the sky with four fingers, and made an oath together, so that the people of China would never be oppressed by the little Japan again, even if they kept their names incognito for the rest of their lives. People look down on them, and they don't hesitate.

In a war without gunpowder on the hidden front, we will hide our glory, only for the sake of faith, only for the beautiful mountains and rivers in our dreams.

It was another fierce attack. When she was in a trance, Mo Qinghe raised her eyes full of water vapor and blurted out: "It hurts, I hurt."

The blood and water mixed with body fluids where the two met was horrible, but Mo Qinghe's front end was still soft. Shen Peinan's heart twitched, and he touched his face to comfort him: "Just bear with it for a while, it will be fine, good boy."

Mo Qinghe's eyes became more and more blurred, her dense eyelashes trembled like a butterfly, and she looked at him anxiously: "Kiss me, please kiss me, I can't stand the pain."

Shen Peinan suddenly felt sad too, and moved his lips closer to him, the people under him shed a stream of tears, biting his lips to bleed, and still pretending to be happy, he murmured: "I'm not afraid, but I hurt, senior brother... It hurts."

With this claim, the general who had just softened his heart was struck by lightning, his stomach softened, and he vented out uncontrollably.

Mo Qinghe was still panting, Shen Peinan grabbed his hair and slapped him hard.

There was a crisp snap, and five bright red finger prints were printed on the already embarrassed face.

Mo Qinghe covered her face and smiled wearily.

"Bitch." Shen Peinan was furious, "If you dare to think about others in my bed, I think you don't hurt hard enough!"

He fastened the belt buckle, grabbed the neatly folded shirt beside the bed and put it on his body, and gave Mo Qinghe a cold look: "Remember, no matter who you have been with or thought about, From now on, if you let me see the signs again, don't blame me for not having eyes in my gun!"

Shen Peinan's figure disappeared in the small piece of light at the door, leaving Mo Qinghe alone, hugging the embroidered cushion on the bed in a daze, not even caring about the pain behind her.

What should I do? If the plan fails because I lost control temporarily, how can I recover?

The crystal chandelier in the room lit up with a snap, and Mo Qinghe hurriedly raised her head, but the person standing in the room was Old Liu, the concierge, holding a clean water towel, several tubes of western ointment and a set of bean green spring silk pajamas, smiling. Put the copper basin on the small stool.

"Hey, it's a small matter. In the past, those children had to be tossed all night. Boss Mo is not bad." Lao Liu twisted the towel and signaled Mo Qinghe to turn over, "The teacher looks ruthless, and it really hurts to say that you feel sorry for someone. Boss Mo, relax."

Only then did Mo Qinghe come back to his senses, and gave a wry smile, thinking that the old man regarded his present appearance as a pug who was rejected by his master and lost, unable to answer, turned limply on the bed and let Lao Liu help him scrub medicine.

To say that it was not the first time that he was injured on the bed. In all fairness, Shen Peinan was not the worst one. He had also experienced worse and more fatal ones.

Mo Qinghe rested her chin on the mat and fell into a drowsy sleep.