Non-violent non-cooperation

Lu Yan couldn't answer the cold and erotic question of the man behind him.

This posture made Lu Yan unable to see the specific situation behind him. He could only feel the hard wooden stick pushing into the depths of his body inch by inch, as if such a long club had entered his body. Yan even felt that he was about to be pierced by the competitive equipment that once even made him feel sacred...

The club is very thin, and it is even easier to insert it into the body than a penis, but it seems to never stop getting deeper and deeper, and the intestinal wall becomes weaker and weaker as it goes in. Lu Yan felt so uncomfortable that cold sweat dripped down his forehead He landed on the emerald green tabletop, and at the same time as the dark marks faded away, he seemed to be unable to support it anymore. The muscles in his arms that were holding the edge of the table loosened, and even his knees were sore and weak. He slid down, but his body was quickly blocked by the cue──

Like a crowbar, it is supported by the point in the body that is in contact with the head of the club. Lu Yan’s whole body seems to be picked up by the club buried in his body because of this. resistance!

Such pain made the tenacious and enduring man couldn't help but let out a wail, and then he had to grab back to the edge of the table with both hands, so as to stay away from this pain...

In fact, the club that caused Lu Yan terrible pain was actually only the length of a palm.

Lu Yan's pained wailing made Ye Shaodong stop and continue to move forward. He slowly turned the utensil in his hand. Because it was covered with lubricant, this movement was not difficult, "It hurts? What kind of pain is it? you?"

Cold sweat wet the bangs on his forehead, and Lu Yan, whose hair was messy, couldn't even breathe well. He was still trembling from the pain just now, and even his clean voice was mixed with a low hoarse trill, "Take it out... don't do this, take it out. go out……"

Behind him, the well-dressed man who didn't see the slightest mess raised his eyebrows, and continued to move his hands casually, but he didn't care that Lu Yan's answer was irrelevant. Instead, he asked a more irrelevant question: "A standard snooker ball size, do you know?"

Lu Yan lost his mind for a moment.

The terrible cue behind him was immediately pushed in again threateningly, "Answer me, I will take it out if the answer is correct."

Lu Yan clenched his lips. His nerves were already at a critical point. Because of Ye Shaodong's question, he forced himself to think calmly, and then answered him cautiously in a voice still trembling slightly: "The diameter is 52.5mm. The weight is 154 grams."

"That's right." Ye Shaodong nodded in approval of his answer, and then he actually followed the agreement and slowly pulled out the cue stick that was deeply trapped in his body. When he pulled it out, the cue stick left Lu Yan's body, causing a sense of ambiguity The water-colored silk thread has an unusually obscene smell under the light...

"It's really lewd," Ye Shaodong sneered softly, put down the cue and bent slightly to take out a black billiard ball from the bag under the table, still smeared a thick lubricant on it, and then used it to hit Lu Yana. The entrance, which was loosened by the previous play, but now is frightened and tightened, rubs and swims dangerously and erotically, "With this size, do you think... how many of them can you eat here?"

"No!" This terrible thought was like a steel needle piercing Lu Yan's nerves, causing him to let go of his hands and try to turn around and stand up before he had time to think, but how could he do it in such a posture? For a moment, his upper body was completely uncontrollable and fell backwards while sliding down, but was hugged by Ye Shaodong behind him, and then he stretched out his hand firmly and forcefully to push his upper body down on the table again, making him unable to move- ─

"Don't be so excited, if you hurt yourself, the loss outweighs the gain."