【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

Fierce, the deeper the bite, the Taoist began to groan in pain and kept screaming:

He wanted to put a mark on his body like a beast marking its prey, leaving an indelible mark on his body. It belonged to Xiaoyou and Xue Yang, so that even if Xiao Xingchen woke up, he couldn't deny it all. Mark of!

Bite it down, just keep biting it down!

"Ah... Xue Yang!"

Xue Yang stopped, let go of the bloody breasts, his expression was almost stunned, but he had some hard-to-disguise expectations:

"Xiao Xingchen, what did you just... call me?"

Daozi seemed to be in severe pain, and he lay on the young man's shoulder, his chin trembling as he rubbed Xue Yang's sweat-soaked clothes, stumbling and stumbling, but he didn't want to speak again. The sudden cry just now seemed to be Xue Yang's wishful thinking illusion.

Xue Yang went mad, his shrunken pupils turned red like he was about to breathe fire for a moment, he stood up abruptly holding the Taoist's buttocks, before Xiao Xingchen could groan, he pressed the Taoist down hard again On the ground, the force of his fingers seemed to force the Taoist's waist to be crushed.

Daozi in white was on the ground with his palms and knees, his waist slumped down, his glistening buttocks were raised high, and his obscene flesh was still strangling his swollen genitals during the whole process, keeping him in the Taoist wandering tunnel. It stirs and rotates indiscriminately, and grinds vigorously at Huaxin, just like the female beast kneeling under the male beast for joy, longing for higher pleasure.

Xue Yang began to rush wildly, fucked until his well-ripe pussy almost couldn't clamp the purple-red shaft, the Taoist's snow-white buttocks were flushed red from the slap, like a child who was punished after making a mistake.Xiao Xingchen's arms were unable to support his overly heavy body, he bent suddenly, and lay powerlessly on the ground, his cheeks rubbed against the cold ground while being thrust in, his face was covered with overflowing saliva, and the scattered black hair was stained , a look of wandering and absent-minded after being abused by prostitutes.Xiao Xingchen's tears fell down like a thread, feeling mixed feelings of pain and stuttering, "No... no, please slow down... ah... ah..."

Xue Yang grabbed one of Xiao Xingchen's arms, and pulled the Taoist's upper body into a twisted arc with all his strength, as if his lower body was going to stab the Taoist right through.He almost roared and questioned:

"I ask you! What did you call me just now?!"

"Little friend, woo... little friend..."

Xue Yang raised his head with a contorted expression, the corners of his mouth were raised long, but his eyes were misty and desolate, those dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water finally had imperceptible ripples.

"……Oh shit."

After pondering for a while, there were only two ordinary dirty words in the complicated emotions, which seemed pale and funny amidst the calls that seemed to be scratched on his face.He was in a mess, like a prostitute who pleases his customers, a madman addicted to illusions, without dignity.

The Taoist didn't know what was going on behind him, so he could only cry for that person over and over again, even forgetting that he was blind, and wanted to look back at the person galloping in his body: "Umm... little friend... little friend... ..."

Xue Yang's palm gently covered Xiao Xingchen's red and swollen eyes from crying, blocking the Taoist's non-existent sight.

Not his, not his.The illusion woven by carnal desire shattered into pieces like glass, scraping through Xue Yang's already pitch-black heart, cutting him open, digging out the stale and dirty inside, and oozing out stinky blood.

Do a play, indulge yourself in it, do the fake play for real, in exchange for waking up from the painful and disgusting dream at the end.

When he woke up and sighed, only Xiao Xingchen's uninterrupted call was left by the pillow:

"Little friend?"

"...Daozhang, I am here."

In the last hundred or so years without any obscene thrusting, the Taoist screamed unrestrainedly, letting the young man on his body fuck his back pussy until it was muddy, and the pubic hair scraped the tender flesh so painfully, I don't care if the skin on my body is scratched on the ground, it's like a beast making love, it's inseparable.Finally, when the depths of the corridor were poured into the hot yang essence that had been accumulated for a long time, Xiao Xingchen let out a deep sigh that was stuck in his chest.

Before he fell asleep from exhaustion, he felt a warmth around his lips, as if he could smell what the man said to him again, but his ears seemed to be sealed with wax, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Xue Yang changed back into a wide-eyed smile, his mouth had already been bitten open, and bright red blood was quietly dripping down.He gently kissed the corner of the sleeping Taoist's lips silently, using his own blood to stain those pale thin lips, as if sealing this short dream with a kiss.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the trembling and swaying meaning completely broke the string at this moment:

"Xiao Xingchen, I'm... Xue Yang."