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"Uh..." The boy's body froze, and his whole body straightened up. His bright eyes lost focus and gradually turned black...

"Che'er... bear with it...just bear with it...Che'er...Che'er..." Guimian panted heavily, his voice distorted, and the handsome face under the silver mask might have changed drastically .

Consciousness has been blurred, all perceptions are gathered in the private part of the lower body that is forcibly stretched, and the pain expands infinitely in his mind...

The cranial nerves were stretched into a string because of the pain, and there was nothing but boundless pain.

Under such circumstances, the sound of Che'er seemed to have magical power, piercing through the pain, and slightly moved his body that was trembling due to the pain. The young man shook his bloodless chest but couldn't say a word.

With boundless pity, the ghost face buried the face with the cold mask on the boy's neck:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... But, I don't regret it... You will be mine sooner or later... This is what you have to bear..."

Slowly moving the murder weapon buried in the boy's body, the boy's body trembled obviously, and his petite head rose.The beautiful white neck drew a graceful arc, and the physical protest made him overcome the pain.With a trembling voice, he said:

"It hurts... no... it hurts..."

But what the young man didn't expect was that the movement of the ghost face brought him a huge pain, and the inner wall of the young man was constantly shrinking because of the pain, wriggling tightly, trying to expel the weapon that did not belong to him from the body.

When the two are combined, the nerves of a man who always thinks about the lower body -- even a man like Ghost Face is no exception -- are in jeopardy.

There was no focus in the boy's misty eyes, so he could only shake his head subconsciously:

"Don't... don't... want to..."

So painful... so painful...

Beads of sweat slid from Ghost Face's forehead, and dripped onto the boy's snow-white back with a scorching temperature.

The boy's body trembled again, the pain had already reached such a level, how could he not pass out with his weak body? ? ?

The ghost face bowed its head and gently sucked the sweat dripping on the young man's body. On the big and rough palm, the small jade stem was still sluggish.

He withdrew his hand that was pressing on their breasts, touched the ointment that he had just put aside, and dug a large piece with his fingers.

Lifting his body up slightly, he slowly pulled out the huge thing buried in the boy's body. The boy's tender cave unconsciously shrank and attached to his top, and the comfortable ghost face trembled and almost burst out. Hiss.

Slowly withdrawing from the warm and humid vagina, it seemed as if it suddenly became empty, wanting something to fill it up one by one.

At this moment, Ghost Face sent in the ointment-stained fingers.

(I'm a bad guy, I'm a bad guy... I'm a bad guy... I thought for a long time that Xiao Chenchen would not be so painful if I took the medicine... My family invited someone to dinner today... The time is so tense... So ...Bite the handkerchief, let's go here...)