Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

I can't remember how long it has been since I felt this kind of warm temperature, the disordered breathing, the body breaking away from the shackles of reason and regaining freedom - Feng Yeshu can only feel that every time he invades, he can find that there is something else. A bigger territory is waiting for him to explore, just like the kisses that pierce deeper again and again, every time through the cloth, he lingers on the lines of his body, from the slender nape to the two thin butterfly bones, from the waist to the tail The vertebrae are gentle hills with shallow puddles where the last spine bulges.Every time the body grinds together, the slightly protruding hip bone will rub against Feng Yeshu's lower abdomen, just like the ridge of a deer, like the horns of a young antelope, with newborn softness, when Feng Yeshu traces it with his fingers , I heard Meng Yanchi's soft gasp.

Get close to him and set him on fire.

Feng Yeshu heard a voice whispering in his ear.He slowed down his movements, supported the back of Meng Yanchi's head with his right hand, and used his height advantage to apply a little force. Meng Yanchi could only be forced to lift his jaw, stretching out a perfect arc from throat to chin, Fully display the vulnerable parts in front of Feng Yeshu.

He licked and sucked along the slightly pulsating blood vessels on his neck, and when he inserted his sharp teeth lightly, he could hear Meng Yanchi moaning like a violin string.

Feng Yeshu didn't think he was a believer, but at this moment he suddenly understood what kind of temptation could make believers give up their beliefs, sink and float in the torrent of desire without being reborn.

Because it is a craving for death, greedy as if to swallow the other person, even if tomorrow is the end.

Meng Yanchi felt that he was burning, he could only feel Feng Yeshu's cool fingers and burning eyes.He doesn't want to think about tomorrow, nor about the future, he just wants to sink with him at this moment.

The tip of Feng Yeshu's tongue wandered over the delicate pinnae, and he saw with satisfaction that whenever there was a wet licking sound from his ear, Meng Yanchi would stretch his body involuntarily, as if this was the only way to support himself Don't let yourself fall.He clasped his hands together and could almost clasp the opponent's waist, and pressed the heat of his palms onto the opponent's skin through the thin shirt. Feng Yeshu was pleasantly surprised to find that almost every inch was his sensitive area.Whether it's the side, the back, or the chest, his nerves are trembling with pleasure for his touch, and even before he touches it, the protruding chest has already exposed his desire to hide it, as if exuding an invitation aroma--

Touch me, ravage me, let me bloom for you tonight.

Feng Yeshu's fingertips were slightly rough. When he was twiddling the fragile nipples standing on his chest a little arrogantly, the nipples that had become extremely sensitive due to swelling could not bear the force of being forcibly pulled, and couldn't help moaning. Make a sound, the pain makes the body instinctively resist.But Feng Yeshu didn't allow him to resist at all, he pressed him between his body and the wall, forced him to open his body with his own strength, and forced him to show his fragility and shame under his eyes.

The shirt has been torn off, I don't know if it's because of the blood-congested heat, but Meng Yanchi doesn't feel cold, he's only trembling because of Feng Yeshu's eyes - those pure black eyes like ink ignited a deep fire, Instead, the burning lust made his pale eyes look alluring, like a god admiring the sacrifice offered to him.In addition to being ashamed, Meng Yanchi had the illusion that he was ashamed of showing such embarrassing lust in front of him.

Fortunately...he immediately atoned for his sin with passionate lips.

For Feng Yeshu, Meng Yanchi's physique is very suitable for hugging.It doesn't take much effort to lift him up and let him sit on his lap, and he can adjust the distance between the two with one hand, just like right now, he is wantonly violating the most delicate part of Meng Yanchi's chest. Cover the sensitive area with a warm mouth and caress it with your lips and tongue, just like playing with the newly sprouted branches of a small tree; on the other hand, rub and scratch the fragile top with your fingers, pull it between your fingers, and use a belt Twirling the callused knuckles, making it more bloodshot and erect.The torment of heaven on one side and hell on the other side finally made Meng Yanchi unbearable and overflowed with moans similar to whimpering. Only by biting his lips desperately could he restrain himself from pleading.

Don't beg him to give him more love or torture, or simply tear up his last bit of shame, just fall into the abyss of lust with him in this kind of place, reality and public opinion don't need to be considered, whether it is Feng Yeshu The person I loved before, or the current Xiao Mianyue... It doesn't matter, what matters is that he is in front of her, entangled with her body, embracing her flesh and blood.

"Don't...here..." When Feng Yeshu's fingers probed downward, Meng Yanchi finally squeezed out words with the last bit of rationality remaining.You don't need to look at it to know that the place is already too hard. Feng Yeshu just touched its outline with his fingers, and the humiliating wetness became even heavier.

If there is—God, either let me wake up right now, or never.

A kind of pleasure similar to sadism surged in Feng Yeshu's heart, like watching a flower finally bloom in the palm of his hand, knowing that it is unique in the world, but still can't help wanting to ravage the delicate petals and make it shatter to pieces into mud.

From birth to destruction, completely, mine.

Pleasure is brutal tenderness, Feng Yeshu gently outlined the already wet center of Meng Yanchi's body with his fingertips, its trembling and proud appearance fully demonstrated the desire to be caressed.Feng Yeshu is not in a hurry, the touch of fingertips through the fabric will only make people feel more unstoppable, more terrifying than any kind of torture in the world - because physical torture will always die one day, but desire never stops.

Hearing Meng Yanchi's pleading, Feng Yeshu's hand didn't stop, and slid across the seam of his trousers from the front to the back, as if arranging a rehearsal on a familiar path, "As you wish."

Meng Yanchi couldn't remember how he got to Feng Yeshu's house at all, or it wasn't Feng Yeshu's house at all, maybe it was a hotel or something—this memory was as blurred as if it had been erased, no matter how Searching in his mind, the only conclusion he came to was the European-style bed with bedposts and curtains, the unlit chandelier, the clothes scattered all the way from the door, and the clothes that he couldn't tell which fell in front of the bed. It was the moonlight or the faint morning light, other than that, there was only Feng Yeshu's black eyes burning with flames in the depths.

He could see, in Feng Yeshu's pupils, entwining himself wantonly around his body, and the tears on his face didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain.

Feng Yeshu knew that he was never an impulsive person, even in sexual matters.It has always been an open secret in the industry that some people specifically provide the needs of their group for a fee.According to the reviews of these professionals, Feng Yeshu has always been a generous but very restrained client.

Even now, he is still sure that he is very calm, so calm that he is almost crazy.

He pulled Meng Yanchi's coat over his head, just binding his hands.The clothes on the lower body have been completely taken off, but the shirt and the tie that have not been untied are still hanging on the body, as if there is no time to meet naked in a hurry.Feng Yeshu wasn't sure if he was smiling, because he saw surprise in Meng Yanchi's expression - this made him somewhat annoyed, and he pinched Meng Yanchi's inner thigh.

Immediately, red marks appeared on the fair skin, which was so bright red.Feng Yeshu clasped the inner sides of his knees, folded them over the top of his head, and moved his lips and tongue from the inner sides of his delicate legs to the already broken jungle, sucking and sucking gently as if comforting the crying front end, the abundant juice had long since The back acupoints are fully moisturized, and even the invasion of fingers did not overly resist——

Perhaps this body has developed a habit of this kind of love.

Feng Yeshu, who suddenly realized this, could hardly control the tyrannical impulse in an instant, and added two or three fingers, rapidly expanding the inner wall.I don't know what this body has experienced before, but this kind of rough intrusion did not cause strong rejection, but wrapped and sucked more hungrily, as if it was still unfinished.

By the time Meng Yanchi reacted, it was too late.

Almost without any preparation, the fiery and hard front directly pushed into the entrance of the back hole, rapidly expanding the territory, invading, occupying, and a slight pause was not a forgiveness, but a deeper invasion—Meng Yanchi even The right to shout was also deprived, because Feng Yeshu had already kissed him firmly, occupying the depths of his throat, as if he wanted to go deeper until he reached his core.

If Feng Yeshu is a rough sea, then Meng Yanchi is a boat beaten on the top of the waves.

Following his rhythm and following his will, Meng Yanchi simply gave up all his thoughts and consciousness, and even other sensations in his body almost disappeared. hit.Several times, Meng Yanchi had the illusion that he would be penetrated, like being nailed to the pillar of shame called love and desire, weathered into ashes.

If I'm crying, it's because the pain you give me is so real, I finally don't have to touch your body through imagination; if I'm laughing, it's because the pleasure you give me overwhelms my reason, all love seems to be with desire Pour out, I can tell you I love you, all eternal vows will be buried in the fading night at dawn.

"Ahh—" The climax was like a catastrophe.

There has never been a release that made Meng Yanchi feel that his body and soul were going to perish, as if he wanted to go to hell with the people on his body.