fear game

Qi Mo, who was running naked, pulled Lance and stopped in front of a piece of mud.It had just rained in the woods, and the air was exceptionally fresh. A lot of water had accumulated in the mud puddle in front of us, making it extremely muddy.

"In the 70s and [-]s, the United States fell into the quagmire of the Vietnam War. Millions of young people took to the streets to carry out anti-war demonstrations to protest the US government's willful actions. They rode in round-headed VW mini cars and played loudly. Rock and roll, with their long hair and weed smoking, lying on a West Coast beach chanting 'make-love-not-war' (make-love-not-war). Guess what else they did?" After Mo finished speaking, he looked at Lance with scorching eyes, with a moving light shining in his eyes.

As an American, Lance is of course familiar with this period of history. These young people are called the "Beat Generation" by later generations.They search for themselves in confusion, and try to find the true meaning of life in the midst of drunkenness and dreams.

"Xiao Hei, don't you want to..." Lance vaguely guessed what Qi Mo wanted to do.

"Yes!" Qi Mo suddenly hugged Lance, his naked body hugged him tightly, and his lips stuck together without leaving a single gap.Qi Mo emotionally sucked the fragrance from Lance's mouth, while reaching out to touch the back of Lance's head, he tore off his hair rope, letting his fragrant hair hang down and let loose.Qi Mo held Lance's tender lips in his mouth, savoring them carefully, and stroked and grinded Lance's hair with his hot hands.

"Hmm!" Lance's eyes widened, and Qi Mo's voice of surprise was sealed between his lips.All his clothes were torn and torn off by Qi Mo.

Lance's smooth, white and tender jade body is presented in front of Qi Mo like a jade sculpture of a muse.Qi Mo finally let go of his lips, took a step back, and admired it carefully, as if he wanted to reflect every detail of that finely crafted work into his eyes and engrave it into his soul.

"Come on," Qi Mo coaxed softly.He squatted down slowly by himself until his entire lower body was completely kneeling in the mud.His star eyes have been looking at Lance emotionally, and those outstretched hands silently lure Lance, inviting him to fall with him.

As if bewitched, Lance completely forgot where he was, and forgot that he was naked at the moment.He only knew that Qi Mo was calling him, that Qi Mo was waiting for him, he raised his arm little by little, and his fingertips touched Qi Mo's.Before he could utter an exclamation, Lance was pulled over by Qi Mo, who rolled him into the filthiest mud in the hearts of mortals in his arms.

Just like this, heart to heart, lower body to lower body, the two objects representing desire intersect and touch each other, hugging each other and rolling in the mud without any sexual meaning.Their hair, foreheads, eyelashes, cheeks, backs, buttocks...all were covered with mud.They didn't care, rolled wantonly, and laughed heartily.There is only each other in the world, and there is only each other in each other's eyes.

Zhang Ailing once said that loving someone is "low to the dust, and flowers bloom from the dust." Now these two people, if they really love each other deeply, then they are the luckiest lovers in the world, because They are willing to go down into the dust for each other, and then bloom two mud flowers together from the dust.