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Coming out of the reception venue, there is a VIP elevator for guests next to the main entrance, which can go directly to the floor under Wang Hetai's bag.

Yang Shiyu took back his mobile phone and other items from the locker, put his arms around Jin Zhou's waist and entered the elevator without saying a word.

The elevator is a high-rise sightseeing elevator. The outside is the bustling black gold night scene, and soft music is flowing in the elevator.

Although there was no one else in the small space, Jin Zhou, who was wearing a cheongsam with a camera above his head, still did not dare to relax.

Yang Shiyu should also be concerned about the existence of the camera, so he didn't take off his mask, nor did he talk to Jin Zhou.

The two waited silently for the elevator to reach the floor. Yang Shiyu kept looking at the numbers on the elevator panel, while Jin Zhou leaned on the handrail, tilting his head to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The tempered glass is like a transparent canvas, the background is an infinitely extended urban night scene, and the protagonist is a beautiful woman in a cheongsam reflected on the canvas.

Modern and classic, gorgeous and elegant.

Jin Zhou himself did not expect that the cheongsam would have such a miraculous effect that it could smooth the edges and corners of a man like him.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator arrived at the floor, interrupting Jin Zhou's "Admiration of Myself".

Yang Shiyu stretched out his long arms and put his arms around Jin Zhou's waist, taking him out of the elevator gently.

The thick carpet erased the footsteps of the two of them. It was the first time for Jin Zhou to come to the floor of the suite. There were many works of art in the wide aisle, and there were oil paintings on the walls that he could not appreciate, like It was entering an empty art gallery.

Jin Zhou was looking around curiously, when Yang Shiyu suddenly stopped and took out a room card from his coat pocket.

The moment the door opened, Jin Zhou was roughly dragged into the room by Yang Shiyu.

The expected darkness did not appear, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows filled the room with hazy moonlight.

Before Jin Zhou could sigh that it was a luxury suite, Yang Shiyu pressed on the door and blocked his lips.

Behind the strange mask is obviously a very familiar person, but Jin Zhou inexplicably feels the excitement of being violated by a stranger.

——No, it's not a stranger, it's the strange Yang Shiyu.

The normally calm and rational judge seemed to have lost control, and the fierce kiss made Jin Zhou almost out of breath.

He barely supported Yang Shiyu's shoulders, and just found a gap to say "you", but his breath was disturbed by the tip of Yang Shiyu's tongue.

After a long time, Yang Shiyu seemed to have finally relieved the anger that had nowhere to vent. Yang Shiyu let go of Jin Zhou's lips, came to his ear, bit his earlobe and said, "Look for surveillance."

Only then did Jin Zhou realize why Yang Shiyu didn't turn on the light or take him to bed.

Even in a luxurious five-star hotel, there may be people with ulterior motives who have installed surveillance in the room.

The two separated tacitly, one went to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom.

After searching around, Jin Zhou didn't find the camera in the room, and Yang Shiyu on the other side probably didn't notice either, and took off the mask and threw it on the bedside.

Unlike the gold-rimmed glasses that I usually wear, the thin mask is easy to fall off, so the anti-slip chains on both sides are much thicker than the anti-slip chains on the glasses, and the weight is also much heavier.

"Did Wang Hetai prepare this for you?"

Taking advantage of the time when Yang Shiyu went to turn on the light, Jin Zhou turned off the camera in his sleeve, lay down on the bed with nothing to do, picked up the delicate black mask and covered his face.

I have to admit that Wang Hetai really had a heart. The elastic band behind the mask was replaced with anti-skid chains, which perfectly fit Yang Shiyu's temperament.

Looking at the ceiling through the eye hole of the mask, Yang Shiyu's face suddenly appeared in his vision.

Jin Zhou knew that Yang Shiyu would find him to settle the score next, but if he had to settle, both of them acted without telling each other, and neither of them had a position to say anything about the other.

"You're really ashamed to say that you work overtime."

Jin Zhou decided to strike first and occupy the moral high ground.What he is least afraid of is debate, so what if the opponent is a judge?When it comes to court debate, his experience is much richer than Yang Shiyu's.

However, Jin Zhou had a lot of calculations, and he didn't realize that Yang Shiyu didn't even bother to reason with him.

The mask was thrown aside, Yang Shiyu stuck his knee between Jin Zhou's legs, and then kissed him without saying a word.

The underside of the cheongsam was invaded again, but Jin Zhou didn't feel disgusted this time. Instead, his big warm hands aroused the lust he had been suppressing since he entered the room.

"No, why don't you explain it?" Jin Zhou didn't like this feeling of out of control rhythm. He managed to stabilize his disordered breathing, and pushed Yang Shiyu's chest away, "What do you mean by going straight to it?"

If Jin Zhou remembers correctly, the two of them haven't settled on the principle issue yet, so what is Yang Shiyu doing now?

"Explain what?" Yang Shiyu's eyes were bloodshot, looking at Jin Zhou, he wanted to tear him apart, "You always say that you are a pure man, what's the matter with wearing a cheongsam?"

Yang Shiyu had already pushed the slit to Jin Zhou's waist, revealing pure white underwear and smooth long legs.

"How can I come in without wearing a cheongsam?" Jin Zhou bent his knees, wanting to sit up and explain the matter to Yang Shiyu, "It's you, I think you are quite familiar with Wang Hetai?"

But just as Jin Zhou put his elbows behind his back, Yang Shiyu pushed him back on the bed again.

The sound of the cloth being torn was heard from below, and Jin Zhou felt a chill in his buttocks. When he realized it, he saw that the white lace panties he had just bought had been torn in half by Yang Shiyu.

Yang Shiyu was really angry—maybe it would be more appropriate to say angry.

The limp penis was grabbed, there was no provocative rubbing, no gentle caressing, only rough punishment.

Jin Zhou faltered for a moment, and the painful and refreshing feeling made him feel uneasy. He held Yang Shiyu's wrist and said flatteringly, "What, didn't I have an accident?"

"That's because of me." Yang Shiyu looked at Jin Zhou expressionlessly, and rubbed the thumb holding his genitals from the root to the head vigorously, almost hurting Jin Zhou's tears.

"Hmm... just take it easy..." Jin Zhou squeezed Yang Shiyu's wrist tightly, his eyes were slightly red.

But the strange thing is that after the pain, the bloodshot thing became more energetic, and it swelled up a bit in Yang Shiyu's hands.

"Who do you want to show yourself dressed like this?" Yang Shiyu seemed to get angrier as he thought about it, and he lifted the skirt of the cheongsam, revealing his naked lower body.

Jin Zhou was in so much pain that he didn't want to beg for mercy. He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "Anyway...not for you to see..."

The consequence of being stubborn is another storm.

In the next moment, the two small balls were tightened by fingers, Jin Zhou finally couldn't bear it, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Yang Shiyu's exquisite makeup has long been messed up, and the red corners of his eyes and swollen lips completely made Yang Shiyu throw away his reason.

"It seems that I have been too tolerant of you." Yang Shiyu's eyes turned cold.

Jin Zhou suddenly felt bad, and said anxiously, "You...don't mess around..."

Yang Shiyu turned Jin Zhou over, unzipped the zipper on his back, and took off the velvet cheongsam on him.

The buttocks were exposed in front of Yang Shiyu in an instant. Jin Zhou didn't like this posture and was trying to struggle to turn over, but at this moment Yang Shiyu suddenly took the mask by the bedside.

What is this for?

A question mark popped up in Jin Zhou's mind, is he going to wear a mask to engage in pornography?

It is not impossible.

Anyway, as long as you keep the chrysanthemum position, it should be as cool as it is.

However, the expected picture did not appear. Yang Shiyu took off the anti-skid chains on both sides of the mask, and then tied it to Jin Zhou's neck.

"Don't you want me to tie you up?" Yang Shiyu hooked the metal chain with his index finger, leaned into Jin Zhou's ear and whispered, "Are you satisfied now?"

Jin Zhou's Adam's apple was tightly strangled by the chain, so he had to lean his neck back.He felt Yang Shiyu's breath next to his ear, and felt his whole body trembling with excitement: "Not...not enough..."

"Really?" Yang Shiyu reached for Jin Zhou's chest with his other hand, and roughly grabbed the standing pink breast beads.

Different from the gentleness in the past, Yang Shiyu didn't pay attention to the strength of his hands at all.

Pain and pleasure attacked Jin Zhou's brain at the same time. The unprecedented stimulation made him dizzy, and the penis rubbed against the bed sheet was about to explode. He didn't dare to let Yang Shiyu continue, so he could only temporarily succumbed and said: " Wait... you wait..."

Naturally, Yang Shiyu would not give Jin Zhou a chance to take a break, hooked the tip of his tongue around his earlobe and began to lick it.

Jin Zhou really couldn't bear the multiple stimulations, so he patted the chain on his neck as if surrendering, and said with disordered breathing: "I'll give you a mouth... Yang Shiyu... I'll give you a mouth."

This proposal seemed to arouse Yang Shiyu's interest, and the movements of his hands and mouth stopped.

In fact, Jin Zhou also has his own little calculations. Judging from the current situation, he is obviously at a disadvantage. If he wants to turn against the wind, he must of course find another way, or even die.

He has been reluctant to give Yang Shiyu an opening, partly because he doesn't want to bow to Yang Shiyu.

But now that the situation is special, he can only do this. If it can make Yang Shiyu so happy, then it is still uncertain who will capture whose position.

Yang Shiyu straightened his upper body, the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Jin Zhou finally found a chance to stand up.

But only then did he realize that he had been stripped clean by Yang Shiyu, leaving only a metal chain all over his body, but Yang Shiyu's suit was still on him, only his crotch bulged unnaturally a lot.

"Take it off." Yang Shiyu knelt on the bed and pointed to his crotch with his eyes.

"Take it off." Jin Zhou muttered, raised his hands, and was about to untie Yang Shiyu's belt, but at this moment, Yang Shiyu suddenly grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled him into the in front of myself.

His nose almost bumped into Yang Shiyu's bulge. Before Jin Zhou could adjust his center of gravity, he heard Yang Shiyu's light voice above his head: "Use your mouth."

"Damn! You..." Jin Zhou knelt on the bed, subconsciously raised his chin and looked at Yang Shiyu.

However, when he saw Yang Shiyu looking down on him like a monarch, he swallowed all the complaints that came to his lips.

"Just use it." Jin Zhou consciously put his hands behind his back, biting Yang Shiyu's belt buckle with his teeth.

But the difficulty was too high, Yang Shiyu still didn't make it difficult for Jin Zhou, and kindly untied the belt and buttons for him.

The majestic ups and downs were in sight, Jin Zhou swallowed unconsciously, and opened the zipper with his teeth.

The bulge seemed to swell a bit, Jin Zhou lifted his chin and looked at Yang Shiyu, but Yang Shiyu's face showed no lust, and he said two words lightly: "Continue."

His teeth bit on the edge of the black underwear, and he pulled it down with difficulty. In an instant, the huge penis popped out of the underwear, and slapped Jin Zhou's cheek twice.

Jin Zhou was dumbfounded, this is a fucking monster, right?

"Open your mouth." After all, Yang Shiyu was not as calm as he was, he pried open Jin Zhou's teeth with his thumb without any explanation, and then stabbed the thick thing in.

"Hmm..." The glans reached his throat, and Jin Zhou swallowed subconsciously, but he just massaged his sensitive head, causing Yang Shiyu to moan comfortably.

"Good boy, continue." Yang Shiyu rubbed the back of Jin Zhou's neck, "Use your tongue."

Yang Shiyu told Jin Zhou that Jin Zhou knew how to make Yang Shiyu comfortable.

He is indeed an obedient and good student. Like Yang Shiyu before, he used the tip of his tongue to sweep the grooves on his genitals, and tried not to touch his congested skin with his teeth.

The thing in his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, Jin Zhou opened his mouth with difficulty, and the body fluid slipped from the corner of his mouth, wetting the bed sheet.

The jaw was so sore, Jin Zhou spat out the murder weapon, wiped the saliva on his chin with the back of his hand, and couldn't help complaining: "Why is your dick so gritty?"

Yang Shiyu grabbed Jin Zhou's chin suddenly: "How many times do I have to say it, no swearing is allowed."

Jin Zhou glared at Yang Shiyu angrily: "I'll just say it."

"Okay." Yang Shiyu let go of Jin Zhou, "My dick is only that big, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"You!" Jin Zhou immediately stood up and grabbed Yang Shiyu's tie angrily, "Only I can say it, you are not allowed to say it!"

"Do you know that you are double-standard and unfucking?" Yang Shiyu continued.

"Yang Shiyu!" Jin Zhou blushed with anger, and simply blocked Yang Shiyu's lips.

The two fell back on the bed, and Yang Shiyu also took off the hindrances on his body, and was as naked as Jin Zhou.

"Do you want me to give you a mouth?" Yang Shiyu asked.

The answer is of course yes.

But Yang Shiyu didn't make Jin Zhou happy one-sidedly, but let him lie on his body, and the two talked to each other in a 69 position.

So fucking cool.

Jin Zhou thought in his heart, if he knew there were so many ways to play, why did he sleep obediently every day?

As soon as he thought of this, the sensitive folds suddenly felt hot and humid. Jin Zhou raised his head and turned around to look at Yang Shiyu: "Where the hell are you licking?"

From Yang Shiyu's perspective, the plump buttocks are leaning to one side, and the lines are very beautiful.

"Uncomfortable?" Yang Shiyu hugged Jin Zhou's waist, and then stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the forbidden area that was already wet with his saliva.

Comfort is of course comfortable, but the key is not here.

Jin Zhou propped up his upper body, but due to the collapse of his waist, his hips turned up slightly, which made Yang Shiyu's gaze deeper.

"No, are you conscious, how can you lick there?" Jin Zhou asked angrily.

"I should ask you this." Yang Shiyu pinched Jin Zhou's buttocks, "Are you conscious?"

The two stood in a stalemate.

According to past experience, Yang Shiyu must have compromised first, so Jin Zhou didn't panic.

However, after a while, Yang Shiyu said non-negotiably: "Let me in, or this will be the end of today."

Jin Zhou: "?"

Jin Zhou: "Are you serious?"

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired, how can Jin Zhou stop easily?

Yang Shiyu, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, didn't care, but Jin Zhou really couldn't brake.He hesitated in his heart, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Just this time today."

Let's talk about things after today.

However, when the cold lubricating fluid was applied to his thighs, Jin Zhou began to regret it.

He closed his legs, and pressed Yang Shiyu's fingers a little timidly: "What, why don't we forget it today?"

Yang Shiyu pulled the pillow, put it under Jin Zhou's waist, and stabbed a finger in it involuntarily.

"Hiss—you're saying hello to me!"

The feeling of foreign objects intruding made Jin Zhou very uncomfortable, but Yang Shiyu was very patient. Although the movement of poking in was a bit rough, after entering, his fingers patiently explored in the tunnel, and soon touched the sensitive point.

Jin Zhou's body trembled uncontrollably. After all, he was just a fledgling, and he had never deliberately understood this aspect.He grabbed Yang Shiyu's shoulder nervously and asked, "Then, what is that?"

"Your switch." Yang Shiyu kissed Jin Zhou's lips, and quickly put his second finger in.

"Hmm...why is it a little...strange..." The pleasure of stimulating the backyard is stronger than any sensitive point, Jin Zhou can't help but wrap his legs around Yang Shiyu's waist, fearing that he will sink into it, as if in Reminding Yang Shiyu is like reminding myself, "Just today, next time, next time I come..."

It was Yang Shiyu's third and fourth fingers that responded to Jin Zhou.

Soon, the fingers were all taken away and replaced with something loaded with live ammunition.

The pleasure subsided immediately, Jin Zhou felt the pain in the folds in horror, and pushed Yang Shiyu's shoulder away: "Is this not possible? Will it be torn?"

"Relax." Yang Shiyu, who had always been rough, finally regained his previous gentleness. While kissing Jin Zhou, he squeezed the thick weapon in.

Jin Zhou was overwhelmed by the kiss, but he also felt that his butt was about to split in two. He struggled to retreat to the head of the bed, and begged, "No, Yang Shiyu, let's forget about today, I, I'm not ready yet. .”

How could Yang Shiyu let Jin Zhou go, he coaxed patiently: "Good boy, I've already gone in."

Jin Zhou glanced down, only to see that most of the inflated thing was still outside, and immediately wanted to kick the person away angrily: "You fucking fooled me! Has this already gone in?"

Yang Shiyu frowned and grabbed Jin Zhou's kicking ankles, put those smooth legs on his arms, then he grabbed Jin Zhou's waist, sank suddenly, and gave the thick weapon to him. poked in.

"Fuck, Yang Shiyu, you kill a thousand swords!"

The random scolding was drowned in the sound of physical impact, and after the initial pain passed, there was an intoxicating pleasure.

"You...fuck...remember..." Jin Zhou moaned and cursed, "Next time I...will fuck you...ass blooms..."

Another violent impact, Jin Zhou could no longer swear, only endless groans.

Jin Zhou was vaguely distracted from recalling, he was always a husband, how could he become what he is today?

Yang Shiyu turned over and let Jin Zhou ride on him. The two of them bonded more deeply now, and the high-speed impact had left Jin Zhou with no time to be distracted.

After all, it was the first time to do this kind of thing, and Jin Zhou soon felt that he couldn't hold on, and the penis that kept beating on Yang Shiyu's lower abdomen felt bad.

"You, you stop, Yang Shiyu!" Jin Zhou hurriedly pressed Yang Shiyu's abdomen, with a look of panic on his face, "I have to... I have to take it easy!"

Yang Shiyu only thought that Jin Zhou was about to climax, but intensified the impact instead.

"You fucking stop me!!"

As the yellowish liquid dripped onto Yang Shiyu's lower abdomen, he finally stopped and looked at Jin Zhou in a daze.

The liquid stained the sheets yellow, and Jin Zhou's face was pale.

He was... fucked by Yang Shiyu.

What to do, he seems to be unable to counterattack anymore...