[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The oil bottles fit together completely, leaving no gaps.The murder weapon also entered the deepest part, as if he was about to be filled with oil.Before I could adapt to the current situation, Poker Bottle started a new round of feast.

Since the genitals of the Poker bottle were not drawn out before, all the turbid fluid injected was blocked in the rectum, which acted as a new lubricant.He first used the feet to make his body vibrate slightly, and the penis also produced a slight friction in the intestinal tract with his movements, the itching feeling was very comfortable, but I still felt unsatisfied.I groaned softly, "Umm... ah...", and even smiled a little.The body began to agitate again, and the desire was awakened again.I begged him: "Brother... Hurry up... itchy." But Pokerfoil still maintained the frequency at the beginning, pumping and inserting unhurriedly.I had no choice but to use the strength of Poker Face to twist my waist to increase the distance of his friction.After tossing and tossing like this for a while, it finally made Poker Bottle unbearable.Every time he moves, he slightly bends his calves, and at the same time sinks and straightens his waist, all of which are deeply poked into the depths of my vagina, and the pleasure piles up again.Every time he pushes deeply, I moan louder.Pokerfing's waist swing began to speed up, and his speed and strength went up to a higher level.I didn't want to be patient anymore, so I let go of my voice and howled, adjusted my posture and twisted my waist faster, giving Poker Ping even more stimulation, and my hands tightened around his neck.After a while, I couldn't stand it any longer, and the groaning turned into strange groaning. Although I didn't feel uncomfortable, my body subconsciously avoided the strong impact and began to struggle.Poker bottle took all of my petty actions into consideration.He's on fire, and there's no way I'll be disarmed.Seeing that I wanted to escape, he came directly to push him hard a few times, and I couldn't help but yelled a few times.While I was in a daze, he turned around suddenly, and I was pushed against the wall beside the bed.

With the support of the wall, Poker-Face no longer has to force me to lift me up at the same time.The speed of swinging my hips increased instantly, and before I had time to adapt, I was pushed to the climax of pleasure.Only then did I realize that there were a few bright red blood spots on the bed sheet, which must have been the result of Poker Face's vigorous efforts to open up my posterior acupoint just now.His hands began to lose control, because the strong stimulation given by Poker Bottle subconsciously scratched his chest.Every stroke is a deep penetration, the intestinal wall is rubbed hot, and the sensitive points are hit crazily, pushing me into a crazy vortex.I closed my eyes, immersed in the world of confusion and passion, unable to extricate myself, and once again blindly sought.Opening his eyes again, he found that Poker Ping, who had always been calm and composed, had a rare confusion on his face, his bangs were wet on his forehead, and he was moaning as he gasped.Looking down, the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and arm muscles were contracted vigorously with the movement, and the black unicorn was flying domineeringly on his skin, coming to the world proudly.There was a layer of sweat on the skin, and the body looked delicious in the soft light.At this time, a few drops of sweat dripped from Poker Fing's forehead, and slowly moved down.My gaze also followed the beads of sweat, from the facial features, to the tip of the jaw, to the neck, to the collarbone, to the areola, to the abdomen, to the mermaid line, and finally slipped into the joint.I saw that my buttocks were greatly separated, and there were some tiny beads of sweat and white lubricating fluid on the intertwined pubic hair.I can faintly see the root of Poker Bottle moving in and out of my acupuncture point.My hot genitals were on my stomach, and the water that flowed out wet my stomach.Appreciating such a spring scene, I couldn't help screaming louder, expressing my joy with moans...

After being pinned to the wall and fucked for about half an hour, I felt myself being pushed to the brink of orgasm again.From time to time, I would pull Pokerfing's neck and give him a deep kiss to make him stop, otherwise I would definitely not be able to hold on and let it out early.The excitement of having an orgasm just now still makes me reluctant to part, and I want to have another one with him.After repeating it a few times, Poker Ping suddenly asked me: "Want to be with me?" Before I could nod, he suddenly started to sprint!I didn't react at all, the line of defense immediately collapsed, I yelled several times, and was directly fucked and shot by him alive.The hard penis trembled, forcefully ejecting thick slurry, and shot it on his face impartially.I only felt a scalding liquid paste my face, and my nose immediately smelled a strong fishy smell.A few drops even flew into my slightly open mouth!

The moment I finished shooting, I immediately went limp and lost most of my strength.My mind became dizzy and I became unresponsive to the things around me.Except for a few violent attacks by Poker Bottle when my intestines tightened, I couldn't feel anything else.In a daze, I suddenly saw Brother Zhu's face, which was very close, wagging his tail and looking at me with his drooling tongue.I was wondering what it was trying to do when it suddenly stuck out its tongue and licked my face.I froze immediately and let it lick my face clean.When I realized it, I hurriedly opened my mouth to stop it: "Don't lick it! Dirty! That's... um!" Before I could finish speaking, my mouth was gagged.Feeling a slippery tongue slipping into his mouth, a strong fishy smell instantly filled his mouth.God!I'm tongue kissing a dog and being fed my own cum!I was so frightened that I woke up immediately, only to realize that there was no "Brother Pig" in front of me, it was obviously the face of Poker Bottle.Only then did I realize that the guy who licked my face and kissed me just now was him!

This process was too exciting and too daring.Just as I was about to open my mouth to protest, Poker Face suddenly started to accelerate again, and I was so hit that I couldn't speak, so I had to give up.It turned out that he didn't ejaculate at all when I explained it just now, and this is the time to sprint to the orgasm.I groaned silently, enduring his last onslaught.After dozens of hard fucks in a row, Pok You-fing's muscles suddenly trembled, he let out a muffled sound, and finally ejaculated.I felt that the passageway was once again filled with heat, and it was astonishingly hot.But what I didn't expect was that with the lasing of Pokerfinger, the semen burst out from the gap between the two of them, making their private parts wet.

The second time was over, Pokerfoil put me off the wall, and then pulled out his avatar.My body after venting twice was so weak that I couldn't move at all.Not wanting Pokerfing to slip, I fell directly onto the bed.At that time, I was half curled up on the bed, my hair and body seemed to be soaked in sweat, my eyes were watery, my acupoints were red and swollen and could not be closed, and the shameful liquid was dripping out with temperature, I felt like Like being raped.I looked up at the Poker bottle, he was still full of energy, without feeling tired, he was kneeling on the bedside and looking at me.Glancing down, the murder weapon in his crotch began to hold its head up again, as if it was not tired like his master.I weakly opened my mouth intermittently and begged for mercy: "Little...brother...I can't...I can't ask for it anymore..." Unfortunately, begging for mercy is useless for the drunk Poker bottle at this time.Without saying a word, he directly put one of my legs on his shoulder, and directly buried his body into my acupuncture point.I struggled uselessly, trying to push his shoulder, but my hands were exhausted, and it looked as if I wanted to refuse.

After being manipulated like this for a while, it seems that this position can no longer satisfy Poker Fever.I guessed that he was going to turn me over, but what I didn't guess was how.Poker bottle didn't pull out his penis at all, and directly let me hold his utensils underneath, turned me 180 degrees and pushed me face down on the bed.The intestines tightened like twisted twists, more than ever, igniting the evil fire between the two of them again.The feeling from the backyard made me howl, and then I took the initiative to lift my buttocks up and let Boyoupin play with it.He patted my buttocks with satisfaction, and then started to move.I brace myself on all fours, stick out my hips, and start twisting to please him.Poker bottle grabbed my buttocks and swung my waist quickly. The genitals went back and forth in the back hole, in and out, and stirred it from time to time, sweeping away the untouched areas in the intestinal tract.The thick and long weapon filled his passageway to the brim, and the intestinal wall clearly outlined the shape.Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a few big thrusts, draining the last of my energy.The strength to hold it up quickly disappeared, and I had to let Poker Bottle support me to continue.I buried my face in the pillow and silently asked for it.I don't know how long it took, I felt like I was coming again, and soon I was fucked and cummed by Poker.His waist completely softened, and his whole body collapsed on the bed, exhausted.And Poker Bottle played with it for a while, and released it in my body for the third time.

What I didn't expect was that he fell on me as if he had lost his strength.It seems that his physical strength has also reached its limit.The two of them lay on the bed like this, fitting together.I don't know how long it has passed, and in the drowsiness, I feel Poker bottle shaking his waist again.I have completely exhausted my strength, and I can only bury my face in the pillow and moan.As for Poker Ping, except for swinging his hips, his other parts did not move at all, and his movements were no longer rude and arrogant, it felt like a gentle massage.Finally, he felt Poker Ping's body tremble for a while, venting it out for the last time, and then he didn't move anymore.He asked me four times in a row, he was really tired.The boiling hot fluid in the rectum still held its temperature.I looked sideways at the electronic clock next to me, it was 4 in the morning.Then, my vision went dark and I fell asleep.

I was woken up.

I slept peacefully in a sweet sleep for a long time, until there was a strange feeling coming from behind, like something was slowly getting into my body, and it was squeezing around.Soon, this feeling became more and more obvious, and the drowsiness gradually faded away. I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw the sleeping face of Poker Bottle close at hand, with a soft expression, his chin stuck on my shoulder, and the whole person was lazy. Lying on top of me, it seemed that he was still in a deep sleep.Mobilizing the senses to look for that strange feeling, I found that the backyard was completely filled with a thick, long and hot murder weapon.I'll go, it's your uncle's stuffy oil bottle!I didn't take it out after finishing last night. I slept with his murder weapon in my mouth for a whole night!What's even more exaggerated is that after beating me so many times, why the fuck still have morning erections? !Immediately, the sense of crisis went straight to my brain, if he wakes up now, maybe I'll take advantage of this state and try again, and I won't even think about getting out of bed again!I turned my head cautiously to look at the bottle of oil on my body, for fear of waking him up.But why are you so awesome, Lao Men? As soon as I turned around, Poker Bottle opened his eyes and looked at me calmly.That was embarrassing for me, so I could only stammer and say, "That, that...brother, below..." Poker-Face, who had just woken up, seemed to have a dull brain. He blinked a few times and didn't respond. After a while He glanced down, then closed his eyes again.What does it mean?How did you let me go?Oh no, why do I think he shouldn't let me go?Don't think about it, don't think about it, and lie down quickly if you have escaped.I had no choice but to close my eyes and continue to meditate. If I messed up Poker Bottle, I really couldn't escape.The two continued to nap like this.It wasn't until I was so dazed that I was about to fall asleep that I felt Poker bottle pull out the softened penis, roll over from me, and pat my butt.I didn't realize how ruthless he was last night until he pulled it out.Without the paralyzing effect of the alcohol, I turned over to face the Poker bottle, and as a result, my lower body ached, and I let out a "squeak".

Seeing that I was not in the right state, Poker-Face quickly lifted the quilt to look.I always blushed, don't look at my face.I can imagine what it was like for me: the hole was red and swollen, it couldn't be closed due to overuse, the dried fluid stuck around, and there were even some blood stains.I only heard him sigh, and carried me directly into the bathroom to clean it up, and it was inevitable that there would be another troublesome process in the middle.After a lot of effort, the two returned to the bed and hugged each other to lie down.Only then did I realize that both of them were very wonderful. My body was covered with the hickey marks of Poyou Fing, a blush from the neck to the base of the thighs; Looks great on fair skin.In this kind of battle, even Poker Ping was a little embarrassed, so I smiled and said to him: "We are even." After I finished speaking, I slipped into his arms, and he took advantage of the situation to hug me, and the two of us were like this I fell asleep for a while.

Outside the window, the warm wind is warm and the sun is just right...