Tong Yangnan Daughter-in-law

The man in the upper position was stunned for a moment, raised his left hand and pulled off the hair tie, more hair fell down and scattered on Xiao Jing's body, Xiao Jing looked at the man with wide eyes, his heart beating uncontrollably.

Leaning over, the man's face was hidden in the long hair, his kiss was like a superficial kiss, soft and soft, with an uncertain feeling, not as rough as before, the gentleness of the man made Xiao Jing's eyelids blink slightly , as if a gentle breeze was blowing, he found that his body didn't have any nasty meaning.

With a trace of expectation and worry, Xiao Jing pursed her lips lightly, and put her hand on the man's shoulder.

The man's fingers seemed to have a strange magical power. When he touched them, they were as gentle as feathers, but Xiao Jing felt a feeling he had never experienced before. He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured the man's name, "Brother Li... "

The man's movements stopped, and he lay motionless on Xiao Jing's body, as if he had been cast with a calming spell.

"Brother Li?" Xiao Jing opened his eyes, with the blush on his cheeks that had just risen, he pursed his lips, he raised his hand worriedly and brushed away the long hair on the man's forehead, only to see a pair of mocking eyes .

Xiao Jing's hand trembled, and the hair that was brushed away from the back of his hand fell back again. It was a pair of extremely similar eyes, more precisely, eyes: disdain, disgust, sarcasm...

This made him instantly think that it was another person who was pressing on him.

"Is it enough to just treat you a little better?" The man's voice made Xiaojing puzzled, just now, he was obviously not like this. "Well, I don't want to pretend anymore, anyway, it doesn't matter whether you are gentle or not."

"Brother Li, what are you talking about?" Xiao Jing frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.

As if he didn't want to see Xiao Jing's face, the man raised his hand to turn Xiao Jing over, separated Xiao Jing's legs and plunged in.

"Ahhh!" Before Xiao Jing could figure it out, the burning pain from between his legs had already caused him unspeakable pain. He shouted out his physical sensations loudly, and Xiao Jing felt his head following him. It felt like an awl was stabbing the top of my head from the inside of my head one by one.

After entering, the man didn't move directly, Xiao Jing could feel the man's fingers touched the place where the two of them joined, the moist feeling there and the faint sweet smell in the air let Xiao Jing know where he was forced to hold on again opened.

The man's fingers dipped in the blood from between Xiao Jing's legs, and brought it to Xiao Jing's lips.

"Taste it, your own blood smells so sweet." The man leaned over and pushed himself deeper, Xiao Jing clenched his teeth in pain, his whole face wrinkled together, and his head was thrown back high , it seems that only in this way can I barely endure the physical pain.

His hands were clasped tightly in the bed sheet, and some places even had small openings, and the sweat stains on the bed sheet could be seen. It was the cold sweat from Xiao Jing's palm, the imprint just left, and it was in the form of wrinkles , as if to say how much pressure it has endured.

The man's slender fingers pressed the blood onto Xiao Jing's lips, like a woman applying rouge, and thinly painted his lips, those lips that were completely bloodless after the man squeezed in suddenly.

"No!" Xiao Jing shook his head and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't understand why it was fine just now, but why it suddenly became like this. Things developed so fast that he was surrounded by pain before he even had time to think. .

"Are you qualified to say no?" The man's voice came from behind, the weapon that had invaded the softness moved a few times, and Xiao Jing trembled in pain, her knees kneeling on the bed trembled. It's like a stray dog ​​that has been drenched outside for three or nine days. Although he whines, no one can help him.

Swinging his waist back and forth, the man behind him seemed to have no desire to speak. He kept moving until Xiao Jing couldn't bear it and started begging for mercy and crying. He was still moving, as numb as a human-meat-beating - pile - machine, only know to keep moving.

The body began to adapt slowly, and the blood that flowed out at the first entry gradually lost its fresh color, sticking dryly to Xiao Jing's skin, and fell off bit by bit as the man swayed, Xiao Jing's voice became hoarse again When he got up, he couldn't cry out before he fainted from the pain, his eyes were blurred by tears and sweat, and the loose hair was sticking to his forehead wetly, and his blood-smeared lips were washed away by sweat and tears. The original color, but it can only be pale.

In and out of the room, a voice sounded, replacing his yelling, but it made the whole room seem even more empty. Compared with the original voice, it made people feel... something was wrong.

The man in the upper position held Xiao Jing's waist with numb hands, shaking the ground once and for all, and there was no expression on his face that he should have when he was in love. He looked thoughtful, but also seemed unwilling. .

With downcast eyes, the man pulled Xiao Jing's arm, but he couldn't hear his cry of pain, the pair of tearful eyes had already closed, and there were still teardrops hanging from the corners of the eyes.Looking at Xiao Jing's profile, the man stopped.He let go of his arm, slowly withdrew his things, turned Xiao Jing's body over, put him in a good position, brushed away the hair on his face, wiped away the tears that hadn't dried up, and re-entered his Body.

Looking at the pale face, the man still had a pensive look on his face, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, with an unknown meaning, and his movements became a little gentler.