Nine Thoughts

An Le thought that the "business" just now was the "business", but who would have expected that the "business" of men and men's bridal chambers would be like this.

He was full of doubts and wanted to remind Ling Wuqi that it was dirty, but he was afraid that those words would ruin the scenery, so he could only bite his lower lip and let Ling Wuqi's fingers stir and thrust in his back hole, trembling with nervousness.

"It will be comfortable."

Ling Wuqi kissed his inner thigh reassuringly, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Don't you believe me?" An Le nodded obediently: "I believe, you do it, Brother Ling, I will try my best" Try to let go of your body, throw away as much as possible Shame, Anle did.

So, Ling Wuqi took it for granted and "acted wildly", adding fingers one by one, until the place was wet and soft.

But when the gifted huge meat blade pierced in, An Le was still in such pain that he almost bit his tongue and killed himself.

He grabbed the bedding under his body indiscriminately, tried to relax his breathing, and tried to shift his attention to Ling Wuqi, so as not to keep thinking about the pain there.

"Brother Ling, what's that?" An Le panted wildly, and lightly touched a flame-like red mark on the lower side of Ling Wuqi's navel.

"It's just a birthmark."

Ling Wuqi was also not feeling very well at this time. Seeing An Le's face turned pale, he had to stop, feeling a little annoyed, "You still have time to worry about this."

He wondered what was going on, those stories about Longyang were written so ecstatically, but it happened to come to me, which made An Xiaole feel so uncomfortable.

Seeing his expression, An Le knew that he was upset again, so she coaxed: "Brother Ling, move, it will be fine in a while.

Can you kiss me, I uh! "Ling Wuqi leaned over and grabbed An Le's mouth, and inserted himself deeply again.

The two held back their energy and endured the pain to forcefully perform the "Rite of Duke Zhou", and finally won the favor of Duke Zhou after dozens of repetitions.

An Le suddenly snorted softly, and her lower body also trembled.

Ling Wuqi was overjoyed: "This is it?" He slowly pulled out the meat blade, then slowly inserted it, deliberately rubbing against that place vigorously.

An Le trembled again, a few drops of water suddenly seeped out of the front of her head, and a layer of mist filled her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "Brother Ling, I'm so strange"

"It's here."

Ling Wuqi was overjoyed, and started to make a big fuss about that place, sometimes crushing it like a slanting wind and drizzle, and sometimes crushing it like a thunderstorm.

An Le was immediately thrown into dismay, her gaze was distracted, she only knew that she subconsciously grabbed Ling Wuqi's arm, like a small boat in the wind and rain, she could not help but drift helplessly.

The front end is more like a spring, overflowing with wave after wave of water, which makes the abdomen slippery.

After a while, some water seemed to seep out of the back, diluting the grease, making the joint between the two of them muddy and filthy, making obscene sounds with each thrust.

Ling Wuqi's eyes were red, and he was amused, and the collision became more and more forceful at this time.

Anle's place is too tight and hot, every time it rubs against the ecstasy place, it will tighten unconsciously, like a small mouth, sucking his scalp numb, making him wish he could die on Anle's body.

The two of them thrust and thrust in this position for a long time, An Le suddenly ejaculated at some point, her waist and abdomen raised high, her body stretched into a bow, and her lower body twitched violently.

Ling Wuqi was twisted into a low growl, and immediately the Jingguan fell, and he also poured the essence deeply into the depths of Anle.

"Is it comfortable?" Ling Wuqi gasped and leaned down, kissing Anle deeply, "I'm not lying to you, am I?"

"It's too comfortable." It took An Le a long time to recover, and she answered in a low voice while panting.

Ling Wuqi smiled and said, "Is it too comfortable to be too comfortable?" He lifted up Anle's leg and inserted the still hard penis into the ecstasy place again.

The physical fitness of martial arts practitioners is surprisingly good. Ling Wuqi tossed Anle over and over again that night, and changed him into a kneeling position after a while. He hugged his waist behind his back and hit him vigorously. Whenever he wanted to escape, he would pull his slender and tight body The thighs dragged the man back, and then inserted it more fiercely; after a while, he let him ride on his body, and bumped him up and down, until the man staggered to this side, panting and moaning, but full of love.

The two of them tossed and turned all night, and in the early morning of the second day, the whole bed was muddy with strange water, An Le was too tired to move or scream, but Ling Wuqi didn't let him go , until the afternoon, An Le fainted and woke up again, sobbing and begging him for mercy, he just gave up reluctantly.

Ling Wuqi hugged the drowsy man tightly in his arms, and kissed the corners of his eyes and brows delicately, which was really rare no matter how you looked at it.

"Brother Ling, you killed me," An Le murmured in a daze.

"Is it comfortable?" Ling Wuqi said, clamping the still stiff penis between his legs, rubbing against him.

"Don't, don't do it." An Le really wanted to cry, "I can't do it, please, next time"

"I know, I know, I can't help but toss."

As Ling Wuqi said, he sucked An Le's swollen lips and nipples for a while, and then got up to boil a pot of hot water, and served his newlywed "wife" to take a comfortable bath.

After tidying up, the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep in the dark. The second day of their wedding passed in such a muddled way.

On the morning of the third day, Ling Wuqi got up and practiced a set of boxing energetically, chatted with his adoptive father for a while, watched him go out to start work, and then returned to the house with a bowl of porridge and a few dishes of side dishes.

An Le has already woken up, smelling the aroma of porridge and wanting to get up to eat, but her body seems to be falling apart, and she can't even sit up.

"Your body is too weak."

Ling Wuqi had already regretted it at this time, but kept his mouth firm, "Let me rub it for you."

Ling Wuqi gave An Lezai a careful massage, and the soreness in his body was slightly better, but Anle was still so unhappy that he couldn't lift his spirits, probably because his body was emptied by this "war".

An Le took a sip of the porridge, and couldn't help worrying: "What should I do? I'm going to start work tomorrow. I don't know if it will be better if I sleep again." Use the heart-healing formula to adjust your breath, and I will help you luck, and you will feel better in a while."

An Le asked: "What is the healing formula?" Ling Wuqi also asked: "Your master only taught you the basic internal strength, but didn't teach you the healing formula?"

"This..." An Le recalled it carefully for a long while, but couldn't remember it. "Could it be that I forgot?"

"" Ling Wuqi said, "It's okay, I'll teach you now."

The healing method of Qingsong Sword Sect comes from the orthodox Taoist sect. It is very effective in healing injuries, and even those who are weak can strengthen their health by practicing it.

After walking down the heart formula twice, Anle's pale face turned red, and after repeating it again, he was safe and sound.

"This mantra is so powerful, I must recite it carefully, and I won't be afraid of any injuries in the future."

An Lexi said.

Ling Wuqi was noncommittal, but regretted even more in his heart: The bridal chamber can cause internal injuries to people, am I a beast?Be more careful next time, don't bother An Xiaole these days. Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door outside the courtyard.

An Le put down the bowl and chopsticks and wanted to open the door, but Ling Wuqi pressed him back to the seat secretly, and said, "Sit down and eat, rest after eating, don't worry about anything, leave it to me."

It's only been a day off, come again?