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Song Xian asked, but Xiao Lingming was unwilling to speak.

Song Xian relentlessly leaned forward, but Xiao Lingming just smiled and covered his face with a fan and hid back, shaking his head and refused to utter a word.In the end, Song Xian pulled the fan away and threw it away, then rubbed his hand into his palm, then raised his head and smiled and kissed his lips.

At first, this kiss was not serious at all, mixed with the laughter of the two of them, it was intermittent, and there was no desire.It wasn't until Song Xian completely bullied him and rubbed into Xiao Lingming's waist that his taste gradually changed.

"Your hair is so well grown." Song Xian stuck to Xiao Lingming's face, clasped his narrow and flexible waist with one hand, and inserted the other hand into the waterfall-like hair.

Xiao Lingming put one hand behind his back so that he would not fall to the ground with Song Xian. In order to facilitate Song Xian's intimacy, he tilted his head back and completely exposed the fragile and beautiful side of his neck in front of Song Xian. Inadvertently snorted stickyly: "Your father also likes it."

It made Song Xian bite his neck lightly, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Do you have to talk like that?"

Song Xian's kiss gradually moved forward from the side of Xiao Lingming's neck, Xiao Lingming's Adam's apple was not visible, and even a little could be seen when he raised his head.

Song Xian could guess what the shady palace secret method was without asking, but he thought it was Xiao Lingming's pain in his heart, so he never mentioned it.He only stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick and kiss along Xiao Lingming's clear jaw line.When kissing him, his hands didn't stop, he held Xiao Lingming's wrist and pressed it hard and hot under his body.

Xiao Lingming was always soft and easy to talk on the bed, he followed his hand and held it through the cloth, and at the same time leaned his face against Song Xian's ear, and shook the heavy object in his hand, pretending to be suspicious, " Not good Longyang?"

I don't know if he is obsessed with this sentence or this matter, Xiao Lingming always likes to talk about it when he is in bed with Song Xian.

For the first two times, Song Xian didn't know what to do, but now he can coax back with practice, "Isn't it Longyang...Xian'er has no choice but to you."

Xiao Lingming felt a little sad for no reason when he heard such a sentence when he was relaxing.He suddenly felt that he wasn't that unlikable at all. In Song Xian's heart, he might barely have two or three points of what Song Yu could see clearly, which was unusual and special.

This trace of emotion came and went quickly, but Song Xian still keenly captured it, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Lingming glanced away, "It's nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xian pinched the tip of his chin and forcibly turned his face away. He carefully looked at Xiao Lingming's expression at this time.

Song Xian's appearance was blurred in the dimly lit room, but his actions made Xiao Lingming think of Song Yu irresistibly.

——What will happen to Song Yu?

When thinking about it, Song Yu would often give him a cruel kiss that made him painful, or a soft kiss between the eyebrows that made him despair.If the anger is in the heart, it should be a slap in the face that can be heavy or light according to the mood of the emperor at the time.

But in the next second, Song Xian was caught off guard by Xiao Lingming and smacked a kiss on his thin eyelids, and suddenly pulled the person who was deep in his thoughts back to his eyes.

Xiao Lingming opened his eyes and looked at him, with a surprise that he hadn't noticed.

Song Xian is very similar to Song Yu in some ways, but it is not the same. Song Yu's heart is very revealing, that is, four or five points, but Song Xian has a part of revealing three points, and he is used to deceiving people's credulity and liking.

What Song Xian then said was as sincere as ever. He kissed Xiao Lingming's side face delicately, and whispered softly, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Someday you are willing to talk to Xianer. Wait and listen."

Xiao Lingming glanced at him with a smile, "Slick mouth..." Before he could finish speaking, Song Xian, who was also full of smiles, swallowed it into his mouth.

However, the two entangled and rolled from the platform to the ground. When the arrow was on the string, Xiao Lingming suddenly felt like retreating.

He let go of his wet hands from under Song Xian's plain clothes, raised his hands and pressed them against Song Xian's skirt, breathing unevenly, with wet panting, "Forget it...you have to kneel all day tomorrow... ..."

Song Xian was originally straddling Xiao Lingming's body, but at this moment he was suddenly called to stop, making him unable to get up or down, his eyes full of lust.With some stubbornness, his eyes slipped from Xiao Lingming's pale hand, which appeared crystal clear and erotic in the dim candlelight, all the way to the tip of Xiao Lingming's nose and the touching crimson color under his eyes, the string that was already half-dangling in his mind. It broke with a bang.

Desperate, Song Xianman's heart arose, and he held Xiao Lingming's face in one hand and intertwined with his lips, while reaching down with his backhand, he grabbed the hard and hot penis that he had become familiar with day by day. It was slippery, sticky and hot. , although he couldn't hold it completely because of its weight, but the part he held into his palm still made the flesh in his palm jump.

Song Xian kissed Xiao Lingming's lips bitingly, sticking to the tip of his wet tongue, moved his hand on the object twice, then moved forward, and pushed the object to the acupuncture point behind him. The waist and legs slack little by little, wanting to swallow it alone.

The tightly closed acupuncture point was not expanded, but suddenly entered again, almost swallowing a head, which made both of them uncomfortable.

Xiao Lingming couldn't bear the pain, so the tight meat on such an important place was tightly wrapped, it was both painful and refreshing, he looked at Song Xian with a puddle in his eyes before he knew it. water.

"Relax!" Xiao Lingming patted Song Xian's upright buttocks lightly with his semi-wet hand, "If you don't hurt me, I will still hurt!"

Song Xian was also so painful that he couldn't speak, he took a deep breath, and restlessly put one hand on Xiao Lingming's shoulder to support himself who was about to kneel, obviously regretting his recklessness.

Xiao Lingming supported his waist with one hand and borrowed his strength, and the corners of his eyebrows and forehead couldn't help twitching.

There were still some wet teardrops on his thick eyelashes, but he sneered next to Song Xian's ear with an expression that didn't match at all, "The people in your house are really good-natured, no one said you are bad at kung fu?"

Xiao Lingming's words were purely angered by him. If Song Xian's bed skills are really bad, even if he has a good impression of him and some obscure thoughts, but Xiao Lingming will not roll with him again and again. place.

But Song Xian was so excited, he bit Xiao Lingming's lip and swallowed all the remaining rouge on his lips, and swallowed Xiao Lingming's penis inch by inch with his hips down.He closed his eyes and raised his head, feeling Xiao Lingming's wet and gentle kiss on his neck, and he sat down firmly enduring the pain and intense friction pleasure.Then he lowered his head to meet the eyes of the upper body and lower body, and saw a few strands of jet-black hair sticking to Xiao Lingming's gorgeous, indistinguishable face, full of lust and tear stains, making the apex of his heart itch under his ribs.

Xiao Lingming was not feeling very well at the moment, the first half was done sloppily, the acupoints that were not ready to accommodate another man's penis were forcibly stretched, causing severe spasms.The bone-chilling stimulation brought about by being wrapped and oppressed by layers of hole meat mixed with some pain went straight to the top of the sky, making the eye sockets that he had been taught to become a habit to overflow uncontrollably with hot and humid liquid.

Song Xian knew that Xiao Lingming didn't move because he was waiting for him to get used to it. He moved forward, and the hand on Xiao Lingming's shoulder touched his pale and delicate neck little by little, touched his inconspicuous Adam's apple, and then gently Pinch it up.

Then Song Xian stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked away a teardrop that was about to fall on the side of Xiao Lingming's chin.

As if he had been bewitched, he maintained this pinching position, touched the side of his neck with his fingertips, and pressed against Xiao Lingming's face, bearing the unspeakable pain and swelling in his body, he twitched slightly. In a soft tone, he said softly: "You really..."

He paused, he wanted to say good-looking or beautiful or even moving, but in the end the words he chose subconsciously revealed his dark and private thoughts appropriately.

Song Xian's lips were pressed against his father's concubine's wet earlobe, panting unbearably, "...you are so beautiful."