[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

It made me a little surprised. It seems that this kind of luminous plankton is different from fluorescent jellyfish, and it can adapt to the water conditions with extremely high temperature differences to create such a spectacle.

Poker bottle explained behind his back that if this bucket is layered, this is the lower layer.From a structural point of view, this place is irregular and symmetrical, and it is polarized.If the place where I fell off the cliff is regarded as the "ice pole", then the location we are now is very close to the "hot pole".If you guessed right, at the end of this warm river, there will also be a large artificially dug lake. Unlike the ice lake that freezes every once in a while, it may boil every once in a while.

Dare to use running water, and the variables are arranged more and more ingeniously. This kind of innovation and arrangement in Fengshui undoubtedly reflects the strength of the tomb owner.This reminds me of the previous "Wu Chat", because this lower floor is equivalent to the tomb owner's basement plus drainage system, and even this kind of place has been repaired so high-end, the owner of this bucket is either obsessive-compulsive or too idle.

But this scene reminds me of the mermaid, and I don’t know if he died after being shot. At that time, it was too chaotic to save him, but this is not a reason. After all, he saved me twice. Without him, I guess I've drowned long ago.Thinking about it this way, it's still a little disturbing.

"Fatty and the others will be there tomorrow, and we will go back to look for it together. I only saw the outline of the thing, but the things in the bucket have strong self-healing ability, and it is difficult to kill with firearms."

Poker bottle's sudden sound startled me, I turned my head to see his expression, and found that under the faint fluorescent light, the lines of his face were surprisingly soft, coupled with his focused expression, I could see it in my heart." "Boom", almost stopped jumping.Even without a mirror, I can feel my face burn instantly.

I hurriedly hummed, then took off the equipment and pretended to be a bandage, meditating on the color is empty and empty, and said to Wu Xie, you are not too young to be ashamed, and if you continue to develop at this level, you will definitely die of a heart attack. .

But business still needs to be done. The racerback vest on Pokerfing's upper body is already terrible, and the leftover fabric is not even enough to bind his feet.The battle with that perverted Wang family is a life-and-death struggle, and his injuries must be serious. It just so happens that there is warm water here, so I can help him deal with it.

Pokerfing took me to the upper reaches of the river for more than ten meters. There was a naturally formed river bank there. It was not big. To put it bluntly, a large rock was pushed out from the side during geological changes, and it just inserted into the river. After thousands of years of water erosion, it has become a round and smooth platform.People take off their shoes and walk on it, and the warm water just flows over the feet, which is very comfortable.

Boyouping's body was covered with wounds, and he couldn't touch the water, so I pushed him to sit on the bank of the river.Except for a slightly severe shoulder injury, I was still in good condition. After thinking about the close relationship between the two of us, I took off my clothes without any scruples, rubbed them in the water, and spread them out on the dry stone beside me. Jumping into the water naked.

The terrain around here is flat, and the water is hypoxic due to the enrichment of plankton, so there is no danger to hide. Poker Bottle is also a little relaxed. After I went down, he lay flat on the shore and looked at me sideways.

The clothes of both of them were too dirty. I rummaged through the equipment for a long time, but found nothing except a half-used roll of bandages and antibiotic sterilized cotton, which may have been lost during the running and fighting.

The area around the wound always needs to be cleaned. I thought for a while helplessly, and decided to do it directly. After all, even if the skin on my hands has a thin layer of calluses from practicing knives, it is more comfortable to wipe than coarse cloth.

I didn't think much about it, turned on the stone platform, and greeted Poker Face:

"Brother, take off your clothes and come here, I will help you treat the wound."

Hearing the words, Pokerfair stood up, took off his underwear and military boots, and walked to me. I took the shirt and rinsed it in the water.But the racerback vest itself was torn, and after rubbing it twice, it was almost broken into strips of cloth. The place is not cold, so I decided to let it float away with the water, and only put the relatively dry boots and military trousers on the shore. set it up.

When I turned around, one hand held a cup of warm water and patted my face. The long fingers of that hand vigorously wiped the side of my face twice to wipe off the blood and dust on my face. go back.

I froze for a moment before I realized what Pokerfing was doing, and then I realized that the current situation was that I was walking a bird, and he was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of CK's black boxer briefs.

I thought of a Zhang family rule that Zhang Haike once said, and I began to have some ideas in my heart.But now is not the time to talk.

Poker Finger's injury was more severe than I thought. There was a burn on the side of the waist. An experienced person could tell at a glance that it was the marks left by the bullets passing by at a very close distance. The back should have been attacked during the siege. , there was a bright red knife wound from the lower left waist to the right shoulder. Fortunately, Poker Face must have avoided it with a quick reaction, so the knife wound was not deep, and the scar had already closed.There were numerous other bruises and scrapes, but the worst was on the leg.

I secretly observed his walking posture before, and found nothing abnormal at all. I didn't expect that there was a large piece of thin and thin wound that was hit by the sprayer on the knee of Pokerfing's right leg. It was bloody and bloody.I immediately thought of that strange long spear, which Wang's pervert had always carried behind his back. It was the same as the black gold ancient sword, which was the pervert's famous weapon. Poker bottle was very easy to get caught because I was distracted. .

In other words, when I was seriously injured, I couldn't shake because of blood poisoning, so he carried me so far with such an injury?

I took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, I couldn't tell what it was like.

After wetting my hands as much as possible, I asked Poker Face to stand in a bowed position, and then started from his back shoulder with both hands, all the way around the wound, and wiped it on his waist.The wet palm rubbed against his warm skin, and there was a sense of adsorption lingering in the palm between the rubbing.He didn't look back, let me scrub, even closed his eyes, and remained still.I don't know if he enjoyed it because he hadn't been taken care of like this before, but I was also happy that he was comfortable, so I bent down and picked up some warm water to continue.

The wounds on the front of Pokerfinger are denser than those on the back. I tried my best to concentrate on completing this somewhat difficult task, but to be honest, under the background of blue fluorescence, water droplets slid from Pokerfinger's neck along the smooth body lines to the The clavicle, and then flow along the lateral line of the muscle to the navel still makes my throat tight.

After cleaning, I was sweating a little, and I cursed myself for being worthless, because everyone belongs to my father, so why did I seem so impatient.When I turned my head to look at Poker Bottle, I realized that he was standing with half-closed eyes, almost falling asleep, and he really seemed to be enjoying himself.

I smiled secretly, feeling a little sense of accomplishment, and then began to think about a question related to the philosophy of life: The relationship between Poker Ping and me must be settled now, and my father taught him very well, so I will return He will settle it, and my mother will take it easy and take it easy, but there is still one thing, usually this relationship should have been done, and we have to make it up.

To be honest, I have devoted all my attention to Lao Men in the past few years, and I am still an old virgin who has never even held a girl's little hand. It would be embarrassing to say it.Poker Bottle is even more awesome, they are all three digits old, and according to my investigation, they are still weak, and I don't know how to bear it, the self-control is infiltrating.

We are all not Lengtouqing, and everyone knows what will happen. There is no reason to refuse this kind of thing that can vent your lust and make yourself happy.As for the issue of up and down, I think, if Poker Bottle is a diamond, then the price of a man's dignity in my heart is at most a piece of graphite. If dignity is not dignity, it depends on the object.If you have given your heart, if you can’t give it later, then the heart in the front is probably fake.

I simulated the scene and felt that the field conditions are a bit difficult. Although the upper one consumes more energy, it will definitely not be comfortable for the first time to do the lower one.Poker-finger was injured enough to save my life, and I couldn't bear to have him suffer this again, so the conclusion was drawn soon.

To be honest, doing such a harmonious thing after being seriously injured is kind of deadly, but I am also a normal man with sound physiology. Once this kind of thought takes shape in my mind, it is like a flame wrapped in paper. Can't live.It's undeniable that when I think about what I'm going to do with Poker Ping soon, I'm really a little inexplicably excited.

After making up my mind, my heart beat a little faster, I knelt down and took some water to wash myself, then I half-knelt down and sucked on the wound on the side of Poker Bottle with my eyes closed.

The wound is slender and very close to the mermaid line. The internal and external oblique muscles are definitely the sensitive zone of men. As soon as I licked it with my warm tongue, the drowsy Poker Bottle reacted instantly and leaned over to avoid it.

I raised my head, glanced at him in an upward posture, and said, "There are no antibiotics anymore. There is lysozyme in human saliva, which can help disinfect the wound."

Poker Bottle was silent for two seconds, took a deep look at me thoughtfully, and said slowly, "No, I'll stop talking soon."

I know he should have understood what I mean. It is not as abstinent as it seems on the surface. It is good for a smart person to play a straight ball.I stood up slowly, looked straight into his eyes, and said calmly: "Brother, don't you... don't you want to? If you think it's too casual to do it in this kind of place, then I have no objection, after all, it's really not suitable for you to be injured... ..."

"These are not problems..." Poker-Face interrupted me with a wave of his hand, and said seriously, "Wu Xie, are you sure you've thought it through?"

I burst out laughing, blinked slightly at him and said:

"Brother, are you afraid that I will feel sick or that I will regret it later? If I don't want to, do you really want to hold it back forever?"

Poker Bottle nodded lightly.

I suddenly felt that Shan Shan was really cute to me who was so straightforward and simple. I raised my hand to touch his face, but he held his wrist tightly and rubbed it against his face.

"If you want, I can't bear it, so come on."

Pokerfing let out a "hmm", and no longer forced himself to be patient, he stretched out his arms to wrap around my waist, and pulled hard, my crotch and front abdomen were rubbed together with his.

Almost at the same moment, Pokerfing's lips were attached, and I opened my mouth obediently to let him revisit the old place. The tip of our tongue was licked. Then he hooked my throat, the place was numb and itchy as soon as it was rubbed, I bit his tongue a little harder as a warning, but he actually opened his mouth and bit it, tearing my chapped lips, and after a few clicks, my lips became pale. The sweet smell of blood spread in the mouth.

At the same time as kissing, his right hand also moved away from my waist, symbolically stroked up a few times, and then turned his hand to rub against the skin of my inner thigh.You must know that the skin has not been exposed to light for many years, and it is delicate and sensitive. The warm hand is not touched from the base of the leg, but it is completely covered between the legs. The index finger and middle finger are drawn from the perineum. Brushed lightly over my semi-rigid cock.

As an old virgin, I admit that when I came up, I was a little bit stimulated like this, and I felt a shudder running from the soles of the feet to the roots of the legs, and the front rose even more.

I gasped, raised my eyes a little, and met Poker-Face's eyes, the fire in his eyes was clearly burning, and he didn't hide it from me.

Not to be outdone, I was "talking to each other" with Poker, while hooking his right index finger to his black CK and slowly pulling it down. He temporarily let go of my mouth, bent down, took off his underwear and threw it on the shore.

Now we meet each other completely naked, I sway my legs, I just want to use my hardened penis to rub the one that popped out of Poker bottle, but I was immediately held by Poker bottle with my thumb and index finger Rub it on the crown.

"what……"

I have never been so stimulated by anyone at all, I couldn't help but let out a soft cry, I shrank back and tried to pull it out, but was held even tighter.

Once the door of life is pinched, I basically have no strength to struggle. I can only press my forehead against the shoulder of Poker Ping, and feel his hand rubbing from the pouch to the base of my penis with my waist soft, and then rub it all the way. To the glans, lightly tap on the horse's eyes.After one pass, I couldn't stand it anymore, and took a step back on my legs.Poor oil bottle may be for my comfort, he walked around behind me and hooped me in his arms, his right hand continued to stroke on my penis that started to leak prostatic fluid, and his left hand stroked from the ribs up to the chest muscles.

I didn't expect him to be so active. I was a little dazed by the enthusiasm that rushed straight into my mind from my lower body. My legs tended to go weak, but I closed my mouth and didn't groan.

The sound of slippery water came from the ear, and the tip of Poker Fing's tongue penetrated into the ear, slowly licking along the lines of the cartilage.I immediately discovered that this part is very lethal to me. The sense of touch and hearing are fused together to form a strong signal that is transmitted to the cells in the brain.

It doesn't matter if I lean back like this, Pokerfinger's erection is hard, and the head just slides across my buttocks, and touches the back of my thigh, poking hotly.

I trembled for a moment, a little relieved, gritted my teeth and grabbed his fiery dick with my backhand politely, and started to move like a stuffy oil bottle.

It’s not a boast to say that mine is not too small, but the Poker bottle is thicker and longer, but fortunately, it is still within the size range of Asians at a glance, and I trembled for a few seconds. Take it easy.Spread the prostatic fluid that leaked from the crown of his cock and spread it all over his cock.

The voice of the Poker bottle next to my ear was obviously a little thicker. He opened his mouth and lightly gnawed on the side of my neck, gnawed and licked, it hurt and itched, and my evil fire was aroused.The one under his hand also became harder, as if it was bigger than when I first held it.

I thought to myself that such exhaustion is not a problem, and a quick fix may be more suitable for the current physical state.So he turned around and kissed the corner of Poker Fing's mouth, squatted down slowly, and lay his head up on the stone platform smoothed by the warm water.

Pokerfing avoided the wound on his knee and knelt down on his side. I lay on the stone platform and propped up half of my body with one hand to stare at him. I could clearly see the unicorn tattoo on his chest. Spreading to the navel, black lines were painted on Bai Jiu's skin, giving people a strong sense of coercion.

The warm running water gently flows past me, washing the skin, and the comfortable sensory experience makes me a little distracted, remembering that a few years ago, the fat man and I poured freshly boiled water into the hot water bottle to decipher the secret. Poker bottle was pressed on the bed and scalded. If it were someone else who had peeled off his skin so early, that is to say, he was so hot that his whole body was flushed and he didn't know what to say.Now that I think about it, Poker-finger and Fatty have been tricked and suffered a lot during the years when we were making fun of each other.

Maybe because I noticed that my mind was distracted, Poker Bottle's right hand sliding on the penis increased the strength. I felt a little pain but more of a pleasure. When I recovered, I slightly raised my head and looked at my feet.

Immediately afterwards my vision was greatly impacted.

Poker bottle silently half-kneeled between my legs, his waist clamped my hips, his eyes narrowed slightly, his chin slightly lifted to reveal his red neck.He held my sensitive zone with his right hand, which unceremoniously stimulated, and his fingers were nimble, as if he was fiddled with an abacus, forcing my thing to burst into water.And his other hand was actually holding his own murder weapon, and he used exactly the same method to manipulate it.

When I thought that I was enjoying almost the same pleasure as him, I suddenly felt that the evil fire was sinking, and it all gathered in the hot part of my lower body. Shaking violently, the water surged even more fiercely.

Pokerfinger's hair pointed at the penis that was rubbing the head of the penis, but after sensing the abnormal movement, it suddenly stopped, and even let go of my penis, leaving it trembling alone in the air.

Falling suddenly from the peak into the ice valley is nothing more than this feeling. I moved down helplessly and rubbed the end of the oil bottle with my penis.He ignored me, lowered his head, and glanced from his lower body all the way to my face. I felt as if I had undergone a laser scan. My body, bones, and thoughts were all seen through. This made me feel a faint sense of shame. But subconsciously, not only did he not want to hide, but he shook his legs in excitement.

The corners of Poker's eyes were red from burning, and the way he stared at me was reminiscent of a wolf that had starved all winter in the northern plains.He took a step forward, continued to move his penis with his left hand, stroked my leg with his right hand, and then pulled my left leg aside.

My crotch was cold, and my heart jumped "suddenly". Knowing that the main show was coming, I quickly reached out to wipe some water on my face, and adjusted my posture with all my energy.

Some wide-ranging agency news has great requirements on people's flexibility. Although I am not a boy, I have also worked hard on the flexibility of muscles and bones over the years. Training, even today, is constructive in doing this kind of thing.

I was still a little nervous, so I swallowed and stretched my right leg consciously.Poker-Face continued to reach out for himself and me a few times, and then slowly inserted his oddly long middle finger into my back acupuncture point according to the prostatic fluid that flowed out.

The sphincter contracted reflexively, and it wrapped around his fingertips tightly. I felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and tilted my head to avoid the sight of the oil bottle catching my expression.

The remaining water drops from the rinsing just now made the back acupoint somewhat moist, not so dry, and although it was a little longer when I inserted my finger to the end, it didn't hurt very much except for the swelling of the acupoint.

I licked my dry lips, leaned back, and was just about to relax a little more to make it easier for Boyoufeng to work, when he suddenly inserted his second finger without warning.Now the shortcoming of not being lubricated is undoubtedly reflected. My waist trembled a bit, and the pressure on the acupuncture point to accommodate the hair mound was very high. I barely swallowed a piece, and the foreign body sensation was very obvious.

Pokerfing's Adam's apple rolled up and down once, making a slight gurgling sound. This detail made me realize right away that perhaps it wasn't just me who was nervous.

My heart is balanced, and my mood is relatively relaxed. I took a shallow breath again, and felt his strangely long fingers vigorously drawing circles in my back acupuncture point, trying to block the layers of intestinal meat that surrounded me, and continued Deep inward.

During this period of time, I have almost prepared myself mentally, and I don't want a poor hundred-year-old virgin to push myself too hard just to accommodate me, so he raised his head and said, "Brother, you... just come here."

As a result, it was as if Poker Fing hadn't heard a word, and separated the two fingers in the acupuncture point to the two sides, and held on to the slightly deeper intestinal wall for several times before withdrawing.I was so stimulated that I twisted my waist, and all the muscles in my legs tensed up.

He rubbed the bottom of me twice again, until I was satisfied until I was so straight, then stretched out his arms to wrap around the two thighs, pulled hard, and the distance between us was very close.

After thumping twice, after adjusting to the most comfortable position and lying down, I took the initiative to lift my legs and wrap them around Poker Ping's waist.This movement was an obvious sexual hint, and he finally couldn't hold it back anymore and began to pant.

The big and fiery head directly poked my perineum, making my erect penis trembling and nodding. Poker-Face held the murder weapon with his hand, and the glans rubbed back and forth at the back hole.I was so teased that my body became excited involuntarily. I felt my blood pressure soared, and I was even a little drunk, my muscles were out of my control. The hot lower body was pressed against it.

I knew what was going to happen next, and I gritted my teeth tightly, ready to bear it.

The burning pain when the acupoint was forcibly pushed open indicated the beginning of the main action. I raised my left arm to cover my eyes and frowning brows. The glans wetted by the prostatic fluid gradually broke through the constricted intestines and slipped slowly. go in.

After the thickest circle was barely included, Poker Fing did not move forward, but shrank back to control the small vibration and twitch of the beginning of his penis.The sphincter was stimulated abnormally, and it contracted and pushed strongly, trying to push the glans out, but unfortunately the thickest part was already stuck by the cavity inside, and the contraction could only bring greater pleasure to Poker.

But this natural resistance brought me even greater pain. I only felt the pain of tearing at the back door, and the inner intestines were also sharply ache.These are actually incomparable to the pain of gunshot wounds. I gritted my teeth and quickly got used to it, but when Poker Bottle moved forward, it was still very painful. The pain made me jump up uncontrollably, pushing a small part The dildo is literally struggling.

Poker bottle must have been stuck too, so he took a rare deep breath and stopped still. I half-closed my eyes and looked at him, only to find that the auspicious cloud pattern in the dark tattoo was burned to the corner of his mouth this time.

It's uncomfortable for everyone to be stalemate like this. Poker bottle figured it out faster than me. He bent down and kissed my neck in a comforting manner. He bowed slightly, touched the back of my hand and clasped it, but made ten fingers. The sensational gesture of holding hands.

My hands suddenly warmed up, and I couldn't help being a little dazed, never thinking that this was a harbinger of the next action.

In the next second, Poker-Face leaned down, and with this angle of force, his lower body suddenly thrust up, stabbing half of his thick penis!

"Ah...! Mmm...!"

I just felt an indescribable pain crazily hit my nerves, and a scream was suppressed by my teeth before it rushed out of my throat, and it turned into a scream.That feeling was like being sawn open from the middle of the lower body with a rusty machete. My muscles tensed up for self-defense. I bowed fiercely, but was pressed back on the stone platform by the body attached to the oil bottle. After a spasm, my limbs were so painful that I lost strength.The desire cultivated by the foreplay disappeared without a trace, my genitals softened, and the legs that had been encircling Pokerfing's strong waist almost lost consciousness instantly, hanging softly by his side.I only felt that the back acupoint was pierced by the thick and long fiery heat of the Poker bottle, the swollen organs remained in the body, and they were even pulsating, the intestinal tract was out of its shape, and every little movement brought compelling torture.

I shook my head helplessly, trying to get rid of this sudden pain, but my eyes were dazed, blackened in bursts, physiological tears slid down my neck from the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't close my eyes, my eyes were lax, just trembling.

Poker-face obviously didn't expect that my actions would cause me to react so violently, and he didn't dare to move his lower body rashly, so he could only quickly let go of my limp hand, reached up and patted my cheek, calling my name while patting , there was some anxiety and faint regret in his tone.

This action awakened part of my subjective consciousness, but I really didn't have the strength to move. After blinking my eyes with difficulty, I stretched out my arms tremblingly, and under the watchful eyes of Poker Bottle, I hugged him gently. his shoulders.

I put my head on his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice:

"Keep going...don't stop, pain is normal, whoever it is, it's the first time..."

I don't care if it hurts or not. Zhang Haike once told me about a Zhang family rule, which basically means that after the members of the Zhang family get married, they must have sex with their partners, and only then can the two officially have a title.

In fact, in my opinion, the meaning of what I am doing with Poker Ping now is far greater than pleasure. Whether you are happy or not may be a second consideration, but this matter itself is equivalent to a very special ceremony .After entering into and tolerant of each other, they are contaminated with each other's scent and branded with each other's imprint.It's like signing for a pledge, then after that, the other party belongs to you, and no refutation or objection from others is allowed.

Poker-face doesn't like to pursue material desires, so I'm sure he understood this truth earlier than me, so my words can save this first night.

Sure enough, Poker-Face took a deep look at me for the last time, then lowered his head and gnawed on my Adam's apple. I swallowed deliberately, the Adam's apple rolled, and was sucked by his tongue again.At the same time, the murder weapon that Pokerfing stabbed into my lower body began to thrust back and forth in the tight shaft, and several bursts of severe pain surged up, and I stretched my abdominal muscles to endure it.

Poker-Face obviously decided to make a quick decision. He lifted my waist with one hand, pushed my lower body deep into my posterior acupoint, and then pierced another section, breaking the deep pain and making physiological tears fall from the corners of my eyes , and was immediately rubbed away by him with the side of his face.The touch of the pubic hair scratching the tip of the buttock made me realize that I didn't get full just now.I secretly thought it was over, and I was mentally prepared to be tossed to death.

The penis wrapped in the back hole became hotter and hotter, and the movement gradually changed from a small shaking to a wide opening and closing.When Pokerfoil pulls the gun out, the sphincter tightens, and it firmly hugs the root of his penis to provide friction. I can see traces of pleasure and refreshment from the unbearable expression on his face. Sometimes he only leaves a short period of time. Intercepted in the tunnel, and then stabbed violently, the cramped intestinal wall was so painful that the tight barrier could not withstand Pokerface's ruthless attack, the defense collapsed, and the depths of the body were once again heavily invaded by him.

The pain was excruciating, I wanted to reach out to grab Poker Fing's back, but it was full of injuries, I dared not touch it, and the stone platform under me was too slippery, I couldn't borrow strength, so I could only clench my fists desperately to resist. Under the body, I hope to relieve some pain more or less.

I lay limp on the ground, pushed forward, and looking up, I could see that Poker Fase was getting better, my whole body was flushed with lust, and the unicorn tattoo had burned to my forehead.He started to sweat a little, his skin was illuminated by blue fluorescent light, shining brightly, exuding a unique and strong hormonal aura.

After several hundred times of such tormenting thrusts, the lower body became wet and slippery, and Poker Bottle gradually accelerated, viciously invading every piece of warm intestinal wall deep inside me.The sphincter was already numb, and it opened and closed reflexively to meet his impact, and the pouch even made a loud sound when it collided with the hip.

But I didn't care about being ashamed, as his strength increased, not only did the pleasure not increase, but the pain intensified even more.I couldn't tell whether it was the blood poisoning pain or the pain of the blunt knife cutting flesh. I just felt that my whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and I couldn't hide the groaning sound, which occasionally leaked from my breath.

I haven’t been so embarrassed for a long time, my face is full of tears, my throat is tight, my whole body is trembling, and the pain is accumulating so much that I can’t help but move my head back and forth, hoping to vent out even a little bit with this movement, but it’s a pity Not very useful.

I couldn't take it anymore, I lost my mind and stretched out my hand to push his shoulder, but my thinking immediately resisted me, telling myself that I must let Poker Bottle finish.He has suffered so much before, it is my responsibility to give him a better first time.So I used up the last bit of strength to wrap my legs around his waist, so as not to let him leave softly.

Thinking about it afterwards, I was so entangled and struggling like this at the time, I don't know what kind of mood Boyouping would be in.

After the pain reached a critical value, the brain's reaction began to be slow, and the limbs were weak and weak from the inside out, and the person was completely paralyzed.

Fortunately, Pokerfoil was coming soon, so he pulled out his murder weapon and slammed it deeply into the back hole, stabbing it to the end.Such a violent stimulation finally made me unbearable anymore, screamed out, and choked up uncontrollably.In the next few seconds, I felt the penis that was buried deep in the back of the hole tremble a few times, and something slightly cool suddenly bounced into the deepest place...

Poker bottle knew that I was uncomfortable, so he quickly pulled out the murder weapon immediately after shooting, loosening his grip on me.I didn't want to act too seriously and make him feel guilty, but my body resisted my will, rolled to the right, and curled up trembling.This time it was really tossing hard, the back door felt full and full, and the liquid just injected in the opening and closing room slowly dripped down the thighs, and I didn't have the strength to wipe it off.

I felt the pain of falling apart, and thought that things shouldn't be like this, obviously other people are very happy!But the cramped abdomen and unconscious lower body all reminded me that I was injured in this first battle, and my genitals are still flaccid and lumped up to now, and I haven't felt refreshed at all.

Boyouping and I are both old virgins and have no experience in this area at all. It is normal for problems to occur.Thinking about it this way is also relieved.

Poker-Face saw that my abdomen was uncomfortable, so he stuck it up from behind and stretched out his hand to rub it in circles slowly. This behavior made me feel a bit like a child admitting his mistake and acting like a baby. When he was in a good mood, it really didn't hurt much.

There was a rustling sound behind me, and I regained my composure. Just as I was about to turn around to look, I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, and then a natural and majestic breath swept my whole body, and the negative feeling was mostly healed. .

I looked down and saw that the replacement stone was hung back around my neck by the oil bottle with my own hands, and it was emitting a bright red light in a deep blue.

After being revived with full blood on the spot, I also know that if it ends so hastily this time, not to mention it will be a kind of psychological burden to me, even if it is a boring oil bottle that is so refreshing, it will be a deep feeling for him to see me so uncomfortable under him. psychological shadow, then the future sex life of both of us will be blown.

Thinking of this, I turned to look at Poker Bottle, and found that he was obviously a little nervous, and even avoided my gaze.Absolutely not!

Resigned to my fate, I turned around to face Boyouping, then cheekily separated my legs, turned my face and said, "Are you cool? Do it again?"

Poker bottle shook his head quickly, kissed the corner of my mouth and said:

"Go to sleep, it's not good for your health."

I expected him to react like this, so I raised my eyebrows pretending to be disdainful, and said: "Don't sleep, I'm still full of evil fire, I can't sleep, little brother."

As soon as the words fell, I was pushed down on the stone platform by Poker Face. I thought to myself that the progress was a little too smooth, and I was really shocked.Unexpectedly, in the next second, the lump of my body that didn't harden at all was suddenly taken into a warm, slippery and soft place.

I was overwhelmed by the sudden comfort, and couldn't help snorting, feeling as if the pores all over my body were opened, light and airy.

I was a little confused about the situation, and hurriedly lowered my head to look, only to see Poker Ping's shiny black and scattered hair.The moment I figured out what he was doing, I reached out and pushed his head mercilessly, trying to make him let go, but he clasped my wrist tightly and put it against my thigh.

I almost vomited blood, shouted my brother no, and bent my knees to push him away, but failed again.The desire in the lower body is already half-hard, I think I will make a fool of myself if I don’t break free, so I hurriedly said: "Brother, I understand what you mean, but...but I really don't need you to be like this. I was very willing before! You... ...Don't take it to heart..."

Poker bottle finally spit out the stiffness of my lower body, glanced at me indifferently, and said: "I don't mean that, I just do it for you if I want to, just lie down and don't move."

Having said all this, struggling any longer would be violating his dignity. I lay down obediently and felt him take my half-hard lower body into his hot mouth again.

He has no experience and skills, but he is absolutely sincere, he doesn't suck and lick, just blindly guides my passion to bury it. For a moment, I think I must have poked his throat, because his whole body froze, But immediately, he continued to suck me down and deepthroat once!

Unstoppable, the blood in my whole body boiled crazily because of his sucking and the spasm in my throat, and rushed to my lower body, making my genitals swell and harden again.Poker bottle was caught off guard and choked hard. He started coughing while holding my front end in his mouth. Although he felt distressed, the hot air from coughing spread evenly on my penis. I only felt that my temples began to swell and hurt When I got up, my legs trembled with excitement.

This process took longer than I imagined. He took the time to swallow up and down for nearly a quarter of an hour without stopping, and his mouth must have been numb long ago.I didn't dare to look down at the movement of his mouth at all, just thinking about it made my whole body flush with excitement, and I almost burst into tears.

He almost swallowed [-]/[-] of me with his last deep throat, and he spit it out when he noticed its abnormal beating, but part of the white turbidity from my ejaculation still landed on the right side of Poker Face's face.I was so embarrassed that I wanted to apologize, but he himself didn't care at all, and he raised his hand to erase it and it was over.

After being relieved, I feel