Looking for green hills

It was night, the moon was shining like water, and there was a murmur from a bedroom in the backyard of the Shen family, red candles were crackling, and the carved wooden bed was shaking like a boat in the rain.A naked hand suddenly protruded from inside the red tent. The hand was white, tender and slender, but at the moment it was soaked with sweat, with a crystal clear luster.

The movement in the tent suddenly became louder. Previously, only a little movement could be heard, but now the movement was embarrassingly loud. It seemed to be the sound of skin colliding with each other, mixed with the sound of gurgling water, but the sound of water But it is not clear, but sticky, as if somewhere has long been muddy.Veins suddenly popped up in that hand, and his fingers stretched out into the void, as if he was enduring great pain or boundless joy.

"Young Master... I can't do it anymore... Slow down..."

This voice is very attractive, with a crying voice, but it is not really crying, it seems to be coquettish and it seems to be seductive and beating. Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, the carved wooden bed shook violently again, even more than before. Suddenly, the voice could no longer be charming anymore, the owner of the voice suddenly hooked the neck of the person above him, and cried out: "A Yuan...don't want..."

In an instant, all movement stopped, and the young master of the Shen family stood on his little book boy with his arms propped up. The lust in his affectionate eyes faded away in an instant, leaving only cold anger. chin, and asked viciously: "Who is A Yuan?!"

The little book boy also panicked, and wanted to kiss the handsome and unruly young master naked, but how could the young master let him go easily, pinned his neck and pressed him against the bed, and asked, "Quickly, A Yuan!" who is it?!"

"Qinghe, you heard wrong, what Ayuan, I never said that."

Shen Qinghe suddenly laughed, the smile was bloodthirsty, he buried Xiaoqing's neck, opened his mouth to bite Xiaoqing's blood vessel: "Qing'er, don't you want to say it? Then I won't force you, It's just that you don't want to get out of bed today, when you want to talk, let's stop, okay? My dear Qing'er."

"Not good... ah... Qinghe... don't..."

As soon as Xiaoqing's voice fell to the ground, Shen Qinghe turned him over and knelt down on the bed. Shen Qinghe tied his hands tightly, clasped his waist and started a new round of beatings. Without the mood of pity and pity, Xiaoqing was sent into wave after wave of frenzy like a beast.

Later, Xiao Qing's consciousness was a little fuzzy, he collapsed on the ground, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't cry, Shen Qinghe untied his arm and pulled him into his arms, biting his earlobe and whispering: "You It’s mine, you belong to me alone, do you hear that? Don’t call other people’s names again, otherwise, I’ll kill that so-called A Yuan.”

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