【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

The current two are far from elegant in posture.Yimulian knelt on the carpet, propped up his upper body with the help of the sofa, and his trousers fell to his knees, exposing his buttocks and thighs.Huang fetched Vaseline, and was using his fingers to move in and out of the hole behind him.He also loosened his belt and unfastened his trouser chain, otherwise his lower body would be really aggrieved and uncomfortable.Especially with the movements of his hands, Yimulian let out a sticky snort with a nasal sound, and his waist swung involuntarily; a beautifully shaped, round and plump butt was enough to take up all the man's running memory.

——Will all guides have such prominent external features?

Huang carefully recalled it, and was convinced that he fell asleep when he was talking about the lesson of "Guidance and Bonding".Or maybe he didn't go to school at all.

But going to bed is enough to rely on instinct.

Vaseline is not the best choice for expansion. If the Federation considers it sufficiently, it should equip each safe house with a sufficient amount of water-based lubricant and condoms, and should not prepare such inhuman things as emergency inhibitors. .Huang pushed the ointment into Yimulian's tight acupoint, smeared it with his fingers, the wriggling cavity tried his best to push the foreign matter out of his body, so he squeezed in another finger, slowly spread it, and carefully stretched it Open there; the teased and bullied pussy is pink and moist, shrinking cutely under the naked eyes.And the owner of this body collapsed and struggled impatiently, not knowing whether he was avoiding the fingers or the gaze.

However, no matter what he is escaping from, Huang will not let him get what he wants.He put one hand under Yimulian's belly and stroked the limp front end, and the other hand didn't let go of the opening of the back, at the same time, Huang pressed on his back and kissed his spine.The newly tattooed part was red and swollen, and he let his breath linger there, smelling the elusive pheromone smell—sometimes it was as gentle as moonlight floating on water, and sometimes it was like a red sun rising from a desolate plain, similar to wine, From rum to agave.

In the end, he didn't kiss, moved his lips and continued to bite down.Pheromones are valuable, but tattooed skin is really not suitable for contact with water, let alone saliva.Yimulian trembled, obediently allowing Huang to squeeze his skin and plant hickeys one after another.

——What a good guide.

Exploring into the sticky tunnel, massage the soft intestinal wall.He was content with the sexual appeal of the body: mature, fertile.Soft but tough, not submissive enough.

- A good guide on the bed only.

He added an attributive with some gloom.Huang thought, his caressing skills should not be bad, the Yimulian in his hand is not as thin as the daily impression, even if it is not slender, it is very well-proportioned; not fit enough, but more than moisturized.The breath is sweet, and the moan is gentle.To put it bawdy, his whole body is like the flesh of a peach, especially his hips.

Seeing that his knuckles buried in his body did not move at a glance, he was shy for a while, then turned around and asked in a low voice:

"Why did it stop?"

"I was thinking that the snipers might also be able to smell you in heat."

Combining heat will also make the hormone level in the wizard's body soar, maybe that's why Yimulian becomes like an angry cat for the second time in a short period of time, staring at his green eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Isn't that what you were going to do in the first place?"

"Yes. So you are not afraid that he will lose his mind and rush to the door..."

Ara withdrew his fingers from Ichimulian's body, causing the latter to gasp in panic.Without hesitation, he made a rather suggestive gesture with his hands stained with Vaseline and intestinal juice, and raised his eyebrows at Ichimokulian.

The person he teased blushed again—maybe his complexion never completely returned to normal.This time, even the tips of the ears were tinged with ripe red.He grabbed Huang's hand and said clearly:

"Let him go to God."

Huang's rationality took the lead to meet God.

Facts have proved that don't underestimate the action power of the sentinel under any circumstances. The so-called "instinctive creature" means that instinct is superior to everything. This is true of the five senses, and of course sexual desire.He immediately released the swollen thing under his crotch, and seeing Yimulian slowly opened his eyes, he flinched and swallowed his Adam's apple.Soldiers in the barracks often make meaningless and obscene comparisons, but this penis has never shamed its owner.

Dark Sentinel Huang, even the "details" are perfect.Perfect until a second ago, he was so proud and dry, his eyes were wandering, his eyes wandering.

Huang supported the column body, and pushed the glans head against the soft opening.Yimulian leaned on the sofa with his head on one side, opened his lips at a loss, and looked like he wanted to "stop the loss in time", before he could speak, he straightened his waist violently, and slammed his own thing fiercely. Wedge into a small half root.Whatever he was about to say before, it now turned into a sharp groan.

He was stretched to the extreme, and the end of his moan was blocked back into his throat while trembling, leaving only a voiceless gasp.Huang endured it for a while, suddenly entering the warm and wet wrap made him very happy, the fully submerged glans was tightened by the inner wall, he felt a rush of impulse physiologically, and barely restrained it.In the most fragile and sensitive place with rich blood vessels, the two are close to each other, and can feel all the breathing and pulsation of the other.

Without continuing to forcibly penetrate, Huang slowly moved his waist, and thrusted shallowly in this position.Yimulian was clamped too tightly, as if he was enduring great pain, so Ara stretched out his hand to caress his body, and at the same time tried to find the location of the prostate with the genitals embedded in his body.Yimulian reacted sensitively to these gentle and pleasing actions, even though some of them were not of his own will.Huang stroked his bare chest, and the two inconspicuous breasts rubbed against the lines of his palms, and immediately became firm, plump like some kind of small juicy fruit; When it sags, he will be ticklish again, as if a mechanism has been triggered, faintly crying and humming and struggling slightly.The most wonderful thing is that when the penis expands its penetration range in the soft hole and hits somewhere at the root of the pouch, Yimulian can't restrain himself from panting.

The stubborn, lonely, and unfortunate enough to be lovable guide crouched under him, accepting the hardness with his tenderness.During intercourse, the meat hole gradually adapted to the size of the uninvited guest. Intestinal fluid dripped out, mixed with Vaseline and the white pulp produced during sex, and piled up at the hole opening. The bloodshot red was covered with white mucus. Extremely obscene.Huang watched with satisfaction as the insatiable little mouth greedily swallowed his genitals, biting and grinding them with the firm soft flesh; how shyly he refused when attacking, and how graciously he held back when retreating.

Huang patted the upturned buttocks, and said hoarsely, "You suck too much."

Yimulian also had no interest in the bed, and retorted in a dazed way: "I didn't... it was all you..."

He was discouraged in the middle of speaking, he was almost unsteady on his knees, and his hands scratched fingernail marks on the sofa.Cherry blossom-colored hair hangs over his ears, and his snow-white back with inflamed tattoos and hickey marks is exposed in sight.Huang tanned himself in the trenches on the Western Front, now he puts his strong arms around the guide who will soon be his own, letting his healthy and perfect body dominate and control him, as if he has finally grasped him from nothingness. Tighten the well-being of a solid existence.A strange wind finally broke into the dry and hot desert scene. When the body is connected, the spirit of the sentinel and the guide will also slowly connect.The smell of the salty and humid sea breeze reminded Huang of his dream island retirement future—a well-lit dining room, a couch full of cushions, a spiral staircase leading to a balcony.These scenes are too cold, and he can't feel the warmth. If he adds a pink-haired combination guide named Yimulian, it is not too strong and not too thin, which warms his blueprint just right.

Huang held Yimulian's waist, put one hand on the sofa, maintained the state of the two's bodies connected, changed their positions, and changed to a sitting position for copulation.Suddenly shifted to the top, Yimu Lian struggled to find support behind him, his legs couldn't bear the strength, because he didn't know good or bad gravitational force, his body sank naturally, and the back acupuncture point swallowed all the things contained in it, interspersed In the abdomen, it reaches an unbelievable depth.

"Swelling..."

Yimulian was almost speechless, sitting on his lap with his back to Huang, his outer pants were hanging from his tight toes, his buttocks squeezed his crotch, and his short and heavy breathing formed the words of forgiveness.Huang comforted him, slowly rubbing his flat belly, thinking about where his penis buried deep inside could reach.The other hand gave him support, holding his burn-scarred arm for him to tangle up like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

"Relax."

Some people describe Huang's skill as a creature like a leopard, strong and graceful, without being sloppy.During the sex, he also kept his own pace, standing up gently, opening the slippery and dense narrow cavity; and holding the soft waist to let Yimulian lift his butt, scraping the juice-soaked flesh with the swollen umbrella ravine.Huang felt a little regretful that he didn't take off completely before the start, some excess body fluids were drained from the pussy, and slid down the thighs to the sofa and pants, full of the smell of sexual love.

After a period of running-in, Yimulian's back acupoint finally became familiar and enthusiastic, memorizing the shape of the dick, and every time it can fit in the tightest shape, there is a salivating sound when it comes in and out.He himself seemed to finally have a pleasure, moans suppressed in his throat, desire outweighed the pain and breathed out a dizzying tone.

--it's time.Huang grabbed his knees, bent up, hugged and curled up the whole person in his arms, leaving only the small mouth below the end of the tailbone to cover his genitals.This Mulian is completely controlled by him, relying on that root, Huang no longer restrains himself, he pushes in faster and deeper, from the hole to the center of the flower, the intestinal juice is poured, the tender meat is sucked, the tunnel trembles, sometimes tightens and sometimes stretches.Accompanied by the ups and downs of the body, no matter how dignified a person is, he can't maintain his restraint. Yimulian calls the bed with a magnanimous and sticky voice that Huang has never heard before, pleasing the sentinel.So Huang rewarded his honesty with more aggressive attacks, so that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, calling his name in a daze.

The bulging penis was uncomfortable by the tight meat hole hoop, and the blood was congested to a dangerous degree, but Yimulian could completely swallow it and spit out his saliva.Huang licked him more intently, bit him, let the other party draw scars on his arm, and continued galloping in his body without hesitation, pounding and fucking, wantonly venting the vigorous energy of the sentinel when he first experienced bonding.Opening and closing again with a hundred strokes, his throat ached from screaming at a glance, and he whimpered weakly, Huang changed his quick and shallow movements to squeeze his prostate, more sticky white water wet the two of them The groin, that is Yimolian reached orgasm.

Huang kissed his shoulder blade, and asked in a low voice: "...Should I pull it out?"

Yimulian panted heavily, grabbed Huang's arm, and replied almost gnashing his teeth: "...If you want to be fully combined, just shoot in...Cum to me!"

"I'm kidding you." Huang hugged his body vigorously, and pressed the connecting parts of the two of them together very tightly. He no longer cared about being a gentleman, and only relied on instinct and brute force to explore and conquer the virgin land, toward the most fertile land. Spray my warm, thick semen on the spot.The cavity spasmed, welcoming the Sentinel's first injection, completing the once-in-a-lifetime union.

After ejaculating, Huang didn't pull it out immediately.He let go of the restraint on Yimulian's body, embraced him, and let him lie down in his arms.The two of them maintained this erotic posture for a while, calming down their rapid breathing and restlessness in their chests.

--Combined.

Their mental images reached a certain kind of contract, shook hands across the void, and have been linked together ever since.Huang closed his eyes, feeling that Yimulian at the other end of the link was lazy and tired, but at the same time vaguely happy.

It was as if a goatee-bearded figure in a black dress appeared before him, and in a shrill voice read: "Now you may kiss your bride."

So, Huang squeezed Yimulian's chin, and leaned forward to kiss his guide.Unexpectedly, he was pushed away. The guide who should have entrusted himself with this life unreservedly turned his head to stare at him seriously, and asked:

"How are you going to avoid the snipers and take me away?"

Huang frowned dissatisfied.

"I don't know. Maybe in order to cover you, I will try to draw his attention away."

Yimulian propped himself on his chest, the end of his eyes was red.It was obvious that he had just cried during the affair, and now that beautiful single eye became hazy again, as if he was about to cry again.

"You're trying to kill me. We've only just bonded."

"Isn't the proposal to surgically cut off the union now? If I die, you won't have to suffer for a long time."

There was a strong mood swing from the other end of the link, mixed with sadness and anger, and Yimulian pinched Huang's chin in a learned manner, and said in a low voice:

"Are you kidding me again?"

A second later, he hooked Huang's neck and kissed Huang's lips indulgently.