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Song Xian was stunned for a moment when he heard it, then he smiled and raised his hand to pinch the tip of Xiao Lingming's chin, leaned over and kissed him, nose to nose and smiled lowly: "Aren't you lying on my lap every day?"

Xiao Lingming raised his chin, and his soft lips pecked Song Xian's lower lip lightly with the bitterness of some herbal tea.

Fang was about to back away, but Song Xian suddenly lifted up the hand pinching his chin, and at the same time lowered his head to suck Xiao Lingming's lips more deeply, "You always change your fragrance these days." Song Xian licked and kissed Looking at him, smelling the same ambergris fragrance on his body as her own, she asked vaguely.

"Yeah." Xiao Lingming slid off Song Xian's lap while kissing him intermittently. Seeing that the back of his head was about to hit the carpet, Song Xian quickly pulled out the hand that was untying Xiao Lingming's belt in his hand. There was a cushion on the back of his head.

Xiao Lingming felt it, his eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Xian, with an indistinct smile always in his eyes, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xian moved his body, knelt down on Xiao Lingming's body, lowered his head and kissed Xiao Lingming's brow, and buried the hand on the back of his head into Xiao Lingming's cool hair, "It doesn't hurt." First licked Xiao Lingming's moist lips and poked in.

While kissing Song Xian, Xiao Lingming poked in from the lapel of the emperor's shirt that he had untied, and his warm and delicate fingertips fell on Song Xian's tight waist and abdomen, stroking back and forth as if nothing, sharp and sharp. From time to time, the edges of his fingernails deliberately dug into the flesh, causing the flesh under his fingers to tremble slightly due to the itching and stimulation.

Song Xian gasped, reached down with one hand and roughly tore open Xiao Lingming's pants, and then kicked off his own. When he bent down again, the hard and hot objects on their lower bodies were tightly attached to each other, and Xiao Lingming bit them. He took a bite and subconsciously rubbed upwards. Song Xian pressed Xiao Lingming's hand that was sliding down his back with his backhand, "Since you are wearing dragon robes and palace skirts, why don't you cut your nails?"

Xiao Lingming pulled out his hand and looked at the candlelight. Although he had changed his clothes, the decorations on his wrists had not been removed. A two-finger-wide multi-treasure chiseled gold bracelet fell on the sharp wrist bones of his white wrist, bringing a Under the candlelight, the finger with the gemstone ring is so white that it can almost see through the light. The nails are carefully trimmed and round, and each one is dyed bright red and full.

Xiao Lingming looked at the front and back of the light, and handed it to Song Xian again, "Isn't it pretty?"

Song Xian smiled and stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Lingming's wrist, pulled it in front of him and carefully looked it back and forth, "Pretty and beautiful." He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of his index finger.

Xiao Lingming's fingers went into Song Xian's mouth, and his fingertips hooked Song Xian's wet and soft tongue, and asked with a smile: "Then why do you want to cut it? It won't look good if you cut it off." He lightly tapped his nails He scratched Song Xian's sensitive tongue, and pulled out his wet hand.

Song Xian avoided answering, and pressed Xiao Lingming's shoulder with a lot of force with one hand. He rested his hand on Xiao Lingming's neck, lowered his head and bit the warm flesh on the side of his neck.

Xiao Lingming was pressed tightly by Song Xian, and he kept teasing him like this. He raised his neck uncomfortablely, and as soon as he moved, he was suppressed even harder by Song Xian.

Song Xian's lips were pressed behind his ear, and his hot and moist breath sprayed on the tip of his ear, and he gave a low warning, "Don't move."

Xiao Lingming really didn't move, he let the emperor's hand move up from his chest inch by inch, paused between the collarbone, and then clasped it around his neck.Song Xian pinched him loosely, while standing up slightly, his plump buttocks firmly squeezed the thick, hard, hot penis under him with this movement.

Xiao Lingming took a breath of cool air, and frowned, feeling that he was swallowed by that wet and tight place bit by bit.

Song Xian adapted a little bit downwards, the tip of his nose was covered with fine beads of sweat forced out by pleasure and pain, his waist trembled uncontrollably under the hideous pattern of the emperor's clothes, but the hand pinching Xiao Lingming's neck But he didn't move at all, his other hand holding Xiao Lingming's shirt on his chest tightened suddenly, and finally he ate the deadly thing completely into his hole.

The Son of Heaven lowered his head, looked at Xiao Lingming, whose face was full of lust under him, and squeezed his hand tightly, feeling the life and death that Xiao Lingming gave up under his palm, and kissed his wet lips before he did not Li retreated away, but moved his waist while touching Xiao Lingming's lips, panting and said in a low voice: "Mother is the most beautiful like this."

Under the emperor, Xiao Lingming's face was full of lust, and a few strands of hair stuck to the side of his sweat-drenched face, which further accentuated his shocking beauty. He punched a few more times, disrupting Song Xian's rhythm, and the emperor couldn't bear it, and his waist softened, and then he laughed and cursed in Song Xian's ear, "Evil barrier."

Song Xian raised his head and eyes in a daze, and was pinched by his waist. With the accumulation of pleasure, his hand pinching Xiao Lingming's neck gradually lost control due to desire, and dunked deeply into Xiao Lingming's flesh a few times.

The strength of the Son of Heaven's palms was getting stronger, he suddenly lowered his head, and the bead chain that fell from the crown fell suddenly, and hit the ground with a loud bang. Song Xian suddenly woke up in the climax, and moved away in panic. On Xiao Lingming's neck, there were already wet hands.

"Ah..." Song Xian took a deep breath, looking at the reddened fingerprints on Xiao Lingming's neck, and his voluptuous face still stuck in viscous lust.

Song Xian lay on top of him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted in his sensitive and sore body after orgasm, just frowned, and cupped Xiao Lingming's face little by little with shaking hands, "...you are like this...you can ask for anything...ah...let me I think...you love me."

"...you... um... you treated the first emperor... ah... is that the same...!" Song Xian's eyes were full of lust, which was mixed with his panting, and he breathed intermittently and reluctantly Ask: "Let him give you...hey...hey...something like that..."

But Xiao Lingming didn't answer a word, just turned away his face, buried his head in the emperor's shoulder and neck, and meddled more deeply.

Song Xian held Xiao Lingming's hot sex that was already on the brink, and at the moment when he reached the peak together with him, he suddenly cried, "...Xiao Lingming...I can't save you..." The called out His nasal cavity was sore and congested, he opened his mouth and let out a light breath, hugging Song Xian tightly, he shed tears silently, wetting Song Xian's shoulders and neck.

"……What should I do……"

The greatness of the world should be in the palm of the emperor, but no one can tell the emperor what to do now. The emperor can only watch helplessly, watching his golden words become the most powerless words in the world, easily It dissipated in the empty and vast emperor's bedroom.