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With one palm down, his cheeks turned red.

He turned his face away, his hair was messy, and the ends of his eyes were red. He said nothing and shed no tears. He was more humiliated than ever tonight, but he was more aloof than ever.

Mo Ran hugged his waist, and his crotch kept hitting his buttocks. The place where the two met was terribly hot and wet. Mo Ran tried to look at his face, wanting to see his tortured expression. The thrusting movement stopped, and the handsome man on top took a deep breath. His eyes were dark, and he pressed his chin forcefully.

"you……"

It seemed that he wanted to say some insulting words again, but in the candlelight, those eyes that were obviously in extreme pain but could not hold back were so beautiful. Mo Ran stared at it for a moment, and suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips. Flap, the wet and hot tongue invaded, the surface of the tongue was rough, and it rummaged in his mouth. The kiss above was fierce, and the thrust below became more and more fierce, fast and hard. Every time it penetrated to the deepest place, the hard and thick sexual organs pulsated clearly in Chu nightning's body.

The excitement caused by intercourse seeps out from the edges of the genitals and vagina...

After the kiss ended, Mo Ran's movements became more crazy and passionate. It was unclear whether it was sexual desire or love in his eyes, but it seemed a little vague: "Don't hold on to the quilt, you are mine, you can hold me."

This is the only sentence that resembles affection in the entire sexual encounter. Chu Wanning did not listen, and did not hug him and indulge in pleasure with him as he wished. So Mo Ran's face gradually became gloomy, and his intrusive movements became even more wild.

Chu Wanning clenched the mattress with his backhand, and the veins on his wrists popped out. He couldn't stand such nüè treatment at all, but the ink burned and refused to let him go. His rough palms rubbed his waist and buttocks. Chu Wanning couldn't stand it. Knowing how long this kind of thrusting had been going on, the man suddenly became irritable and suddenly pulled out of his body. Allen Chu heard himself groaning hoarsely, and was turned over, with a sticky mouth. The vagina was stretched wildly, and it was shrinking like spasms. The rim seemed to be still hung with the sticky substance produced during sexual intercourse. Before it could flow out, the man's ferocious hot penis pressed against his buttocks again. There was a gap, and the giant jīngwu pushed slightly on the outside twice.

He heard Mo Ran say: "Is it big?"

"..."

"Does your husband make you feel weak? Huh?"

Allen Chu heard his almost collapsed voice: "...Get away..."

"go away!"

The ink burned and cursed, and it seemed that he had found something from the side. Chu nightning only felt that his legs were spread wider, and a tube of cold paste was squeezed into his body without any explanation.

Chu nightning heard himself choking and scolding: "Mo Ran... Mo Ran, you beast..."

Star burning...

The ink burns.

no.

Mo Ran is the person staring at himself with a bright smile under the flower tree.

Mo Ran said: "Master, I want to hold an umbrella for you for the rest of my life."

Mo Ran rubbed his hair and said softly: "You will be in pain."

The person who curls up his lips and spreads his arms in the golden wheat field will give him roasted soft candies, and he will lower his eyes and smile because of a word, and his face will be slightly red.

So shy and young.

no.

Suddenly shocked.

The scene after that seemed to be because the smoker had been left here for too long, and the effect of the magic was not as good as it was at the beginning, so it gradually became dark. Chu Wanning's mind was also in a daze. He could not see anything and was still unable to speak. , the only thing he could feel was that he was still imprisoned, and the burning genitals were still buried in his body. The heat, size and hardness made his scalp tingle.

It was dark for a long time, and then slowly lit up.

After Chu nightning regained consciousness, the first thing he heard was the almost twisted curse of Mo Ran. The slap on the face was so painful that a hard and cold object seemed to be inserted into his lower body to relieve the almost crazy chūncháo in his body.

This is still the sex scene during the wedding, and Chu Wanning can clearly recall the details of what happened.

He kept thinking about his past life.

He knew that he had been squeezed into an aphrodisiac plaster, and that Emperor Taxian, who had drunk too much alcohol, became more and more irritable, bloodthirsty, and gloomy during the intense sex.

The corners of his eyes were burning red with alcohol and desire, and hatred and pleasure controlled the young emperor.

Chu Wanning's throat was strangled, and Mo Ran was shouting angrily: "Chu Wanning, would you rather be like this? Are you stubborn? Ah? How long will you fucking be tough? Are you willing to play yourself to death?"

Allen Chu heard himself say: "...I...don't...you..."

The voice was almost broken. If he hadn't felt his lips moving, he wouldn't have even believed it was his own voice. Allen Chu felt tears falling down his cheeks.

"Ink Burning...please spare me..."

The man in front of him was roaring almost madly. He yelled at him and said: "Then who will spare me? Ah? Chu Wanning, have you ever thought about who will spare me! Who can spare me!! "

The man pressed him on the bed, pulled out the hard object from his body, and threw it aside. The sound sounded like it was a Zhao or a candlestick. He had just masturbated on the handle of a treasure or a candlestick...

The man touched his face, his voice was urgent and crazy, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually heard a trace of sadness: "Chu Wanning, I hate you so much."

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