An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

Lin Fangsheng was a little hesitant, but he knew that his brother was cautious and did not intend to be obscene.Then he stood up, suppressed his embarrassment, removed the long gown, and slowly took off the middle clothes, revealing a strong and capable torso that had been tempered and tried.

Zheng Mo's expression remained the same, he inspected carefully, even the underarms, legs, soles and other places were not spared.On the white body, there are only a few fingerprints on the waist, which were left by Zheng Mo a few days ago, the rest are as flawless as white jade, where there are no acacia runes.

The younger brother's skin is smooth, it seems that even the palm of his hand is attached to it, and when Zheng Mo touches it, he feels a little more force.

Lin Fangsheng's body was being caressed by his senior brother, and gradually became hot, his face flushed, he put his palms on the pineapple table, propped up his body, his breathing was shallow and rapid, and even his voice trembled: "Senior brother..."

"What's the matter, junior brother?" Hearing his junior brother call, Zheng Mo's eyes darkened a bit, his palm was cold and warm, he slid from his back bone to his lower body, gently parted the firm and round buttocks, and looked in the middle of the buttocks.

Sensing his brother's actions, Lin Fangsheng felt even more embarrassing and embarrassing, his evil fire flared up again, he panted hoarsely, his knees could no longer support him, and he lay down on the table.

In this way, the plump and round buttocks are exposed in front of Zheng Mo's eyes, and the reddish flesh holes tremble slightly when they are pulled apart, it is infinitely shy and lively.

"Senior brother...don't...don't want...to be like this..." Lin Fangsheng suddenly felt hot breath, hitting his buttocks, it was Zheng Mo who stuck out his tongue and swept across the entrance behind him, a hot stream flowed from the tip of the senior brother's tongue Jumping into the bone marrow, unconsciously clutching the edge of the table, screaming out in grief.

Zheng Mo didn't answer, just clasped his crotch, licked his mouth with the tip of his tongue, the tight place was also softened and loosened by licking, then stretched his tongue and pushed in.

Lin Fang was obsessed with business, just screamed and dodged, straightened his waist and bumped into the pineapple wooden table, and was firmly pulled back by his brother's hands, the soft and hot tongue drilled and licked inside his body, and let him struggle, like a maggot attached to the bone , accompanied like a shadow, sending the scorching hot numbness into the depths of the corridor.Lin Fang gave birth to a handle of dust roots, which expanded in anger and dripped water.

When Zheng Mo got up and pierced through with his robe and spear, Lin Fangsheng was already on the verge of dying, he only had the strength to move half a minute to cater to the intrusion of his brother's artifact.

When that place was softly wrapped, both of them groaned. Zheng Mo first penetrated shallowly, opened up the passage, and tasted it. Even Lin Fangsheng couldn't be satisfied. Mo Mo couldn't help laughing in a low voice, and licked his tongue on his junior brother's spine covered with beads of sweat: "Is this the urgency?"

A layer of trembling, followed by licking, Lin Fangsheng gasped in surprise, propped his elbows on the wooden table, buried his head in the crook of his arms, his silky black hair was also wet with sweat, draped over his shoulders, revealing a little earlobe, burning red like fire.

"Senior brother knows...but..." Lin Fangsheng complained, but he was slapped hard by his senior brother. Zheng Mo had already clasped his hips tightly, and rushed violently. The force was too tyrannical, but the second half of Lin Fangsheng's words were hit by him. Scattered into several muffled hums, unsustainable.

The pineapple wooden table also shook with Zheng Mo's forceful movements. The teapots and cups on the table seemed to be in the center of the storm, vibrating and colliding, and gradually slid to the edge of the table. Holding the teapot, Zheng Mo saw his fingertips curled up and trembling, hoarse and panting endlessly, he leaned over to contradict him endlessly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother, don't let the teapot drop."

Then bury his slender fingers in the black hair of the junior brother, clasp the back of his head, hook his lips and tongue, Zheng Mo licks his teeth, the root of his tongue, the soft palate and throat, pressing so tightly that his lips and flesh are also scratched by teeth, slightly bloodshot Oozed out, and was swept away by the tip of Zheng Mo's tongue, swallowing all the fragrant and slippery body fluid together.

Lin Fangsheng was already in a daze, hooked the teapot, crawled on the table, tried his best to turn his head to meet his senior brother, and with lingering lips and tongue, a wisp of delicate body fluid that couldn't be swallowed gushed out from the corner of his mouth.His breath is disordered, his passion is burning, and the evil root in his crotch is sometimes put on the wooden table, but he doesn't feel dull pain, only infinite pleasure, he just wants to follow the raging weapon buried deep in his body, swing his waist to meet it, and devour it greedily.

Zheng Mo was also emotional, no matter how hard he rubbed it, he couldn't feel it enough. He lifted Lin Fangsheng's leg and pressed it against the wooden table. His legs were stretched apart, and the flesh blade went deep, adding a few inches, but he felt that the root of evil was buried deep It's wet, soft and warm, and rubbing against the top is full of flavor. Unknowingly, it becomes more forceful, and the fingers also sink into the waist, pinching out some purple-red bruises.

And Lin Fangsheng was sobbing, lying on the table trembling and moaning: "Master, brother...be gentle..."

Zheng Mo followed his words, retreated slowly, and pulled out a ferocious and thick evil root slowly: "Then senior brother is like this..." After the blunt front end also emerged from the wet and soft hole, he suddenly exerted force, the whole body All the murder weapons were pushed in violently, and only then softly whispered, "How is it?" The pleasure was extinguished, Lin Fangsheng even changed his moan, his body wanted to curl up and dodge, but was blocked by the wooden table, just like a koi out of water, Struggled in vain.

Zheng Mo didn't care about him, he pressed his junior firmly on the table, withdrew gently, and rammed it in heavily, so in less than half a cup of tea, Lin Fangsheng's voice was already hoarse, his back was arched gracefully like white jade, It leaked like a beer, the crotch was messed with liquid, and half of it was stained on the wooden table.

The scorching fleshy membrane was also in ecstasy, tightly twisting and sucking Zheng Mo's murder weapon, but it was more passionate and skillful than usual, layer upon layer of sucking stimulation, Zheng Mo was caught off guard, and actually let out.

Lin Fangsheng was scalded by his essence full of aura, and he snorted lightly, the strong nasal sound was sultry, and it entered his ears, Zheng Mo felt his desire rise again, buried the evil roots in his junior body, he was full of energy again, and went there Go to the depths of the ecstasy cave.

Sensing his brother's movement, Lin Fangsheng had no choice but to push him back: "Enough...enough..."

Zheng Mo followed his arm, gently rubbed it down to his ribs, then pinched his chest to protrude a little bit, provocatively rubbed it, lifted his leg up, and turned his junior on the table half a circle, exposing half of his body. Top, buried in: "Brother says enough is enough."

Lin Fangsheng's passion has not subsided, and the pleasure came again. His legs wrapped around the waist of the senior, greedy for the hole, and he kept swallowing the things of the senior. Every time he contradicted him, it brought numbness and dull pain. In the end, it was inextricable. Awakened, and stained the hem of the black robe worn by the senior brother.But Lin Fangsheng didn't care about the embarrassment, he hugged his senior brother's head, let him play with the dogwood on his chest, gnawed the little piece of meat until it was red and swollen, the dull pain was unbearable, the lower limbs were entangled, dripping with juice, even the pineapple wooden table couldn't hold it up for two There was a creaking sound at the wedging joint.

It wasn't until Lin Fangsheng blew three more times that Zheng Mo clasped his junior's legs tightly, bumped against him heavily, and poured all the hot turbidity into his junior's body cavity without any rules.

As for the inspection of the acacia talisman, it has been left out of the blue.