The stars are not last night

With knuckle-boned hands, he opened the drawer in an absolutely elegant gesture, and Yin Xingchen took out the birthday present that Liang Chuan had prepared for him.

An evil smile hung on the corner of his lips, and there was a real smile hidden in Danfeng's eyes, Yin Xingchen slowly pushed open the bedroom door.

The wall lamp exudes soft light, and the light-colored warm light pours on the floor, revealing a warm feeling.

A slight panting sound came from the center of the lake-blue bed, it was a suppressed and broken forbearance.

Sensing the approach of the familiar breath, Chu Yao raised his peach blossom eyes that had been drooping all the time, and his hands tied behind his back intensified his struggle.

"Let... let go, let me... let go, Yin..." Every time he said a word, he would stop, panting softly, and the waves of heat in his body made him unable to complete his sentence.

Yin Xingchen stopped in front of him, and raised his chin with his fair and slender fingers: "Baby, call me by my name."

Chu Yao's eye sockets had already turned red, and his obsidian-like eyes were covered with a layer of mist, looking a little pitiful. Knowing that Yin Xingchen would not untie him, his red eyes lowered down, no longer looking at him. The condescending man.

Another wave of climax came, and Chu Yao couldn't help rubbing the lake-colored sheets with his bare legs. The white and slender legs and the lake-colored sheets formed a strong visual impact on Yin Xingchen.

The boss of TX found that he had become a pillar of the sky.

Chu Yao was only wearing a white shirt and underwear, and the trousers had long since disappeared. At this moment, he was full of a breath of refusal and welcome.

Yin Xingchen supported his chin with one hand, and the other hand ran along his cheek, slid across his smooth side neck like porcelain, unbuttoned his shirt, and kneaded his chest lightly or heavily.

When the fiery body meets the cold hand, he can't help but ask for more, but Chu Yao's sanity has not yet collapsed, so he tried his best to resist Yin Xingchen's touch.

The body struggled instinctively, but the twisting posture could only arouse the interest of the man in front of him even more.

"Baby, call me by my name." Yin Xingchen repeated.

Chu Yao didn't speak, and tried his best to suppress his panting, his lowered eyes selectively ignored the man who was violating him.

His eyes dimmed, and Yin Xingchen pinched his chest muscles hard, causing Chu Yao to cry out in pain.

"Let it go... ah!... Let it go... um! You..." The chest muscles were kneaded fiercely, with great force.

"It's a long time tonight, and there will always be a time for you to call." Yin Xingchen turned Chu Yao over and pressed him down suddenly.

"It hurts...you..." His lips trembled, and Chu Yao's face was as pale as paper.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the pain in the person below him, Yin Xingchen patted his face lightly and asked in a low voice.

"Hand...twist..." Chu Yao tried to use this method to ease her panting while raising her graceful neck.

"Twisted your hand?" Yin Xingchen sucked down kisses along the porcelain-like neck.

"Yes."

"Don't play tricks on me." Yin Xingchen squeezed his cheeks: "Even if I untie the rope, you won't have the strength to escape."

"Brother Chen..."

"Shut up!" Yin Xingchen seldom gets impatient. So far, only Chu Yao has challenged his bottom line.

"Besides yelling, bed, if you dare to make any other noises, I will destroy you, you know? Baby." There was a threatening warning under the gentle voice, and then Yin Xingchen blocked the person under him with his lips. lips.