【Yanlu】Ghost

The temperature on the ghost's body was still low.

The Taoist priest's body was very warm.

The two skins stuck together, making Lu Shaolin almost have the illusion of being burned.

He straddled Yan Yu's legs, leading the other's fingers to develop in his body, and with the other hand, he easily held the clones of the two and squeezed together.

Seeing the usually indifferent face in front of him, and occasionally breathing out a few breaths that were no longer calm, he felt a little proud in his heart.

Although his heart has long been soft, his mouth is still thinking about his romantic reputation before and after his death and he refuses to forgive others.

A pair of narrow eyebrows and eyes were bent, Lu Shaolin smiled in his throat, and leaned close to Yan Yu's lips, his low voice was particularly provocative.

"Today let Lu Mou come to teach the priest why... ah..."

Yan Yu suddenly arched his knuckles that were pinched in the valley, and the last sound of that teasing sentence turned into an unfinished moan.

"Hmm?" Lu Shaolin touched the back of Lu Shaolin's neck with his left hand, and Yan Yu pressed the neck that had just been lifted up by the man on the body to himself again,

The indifferent eyelids drooped, and he asked casually, "I didn't hear clearly."

Lu Shaolin's whole body softened a bit, the acupoints on his back were completely aroused by the agitation just now, and the desire that had been separated for a hundred years was completely aroused. At this moment, it was itchy like a bug crawling again, wishing to strangle Yan Yu's fingers tightly and not let go.

He no longer had the time to joke around, the faster Yan Yu moved his fingers, the harder it would be to relieve the itching underneath.

In the end, he was supported by Yan Yu on his shoulders, and after a while he gritted his teeth and reluctantly said, "Brother Yan, you... plot against me..."

Naturally, Yan Yu didn't plan on Lu Shaolin.

Although the expressionless face did not change much, there was a little uneasiness in his heart.

He is obviously not a human being, and the method of double cultivation was mentioned by others occasionally when he was practicing Taoism in the past. It is not known what the result will be if he moves it to renew the life of the ghost.

Thinking of this, his face was still cold, but his movements became more cautious and gentle.

And Lu Shaolin didn't care about life extension at all, after a hundred years of skin-to-skin contact, he only wanted to make Yan Yu happy.

The cooperation of the two people who have their own thoughts, unexpectedly gave birth to a bit of tenderness and lingering that can only be found in the world of lovers.

Impatiently, he lowered his body to wrap around the Taoist priest's stiffness, and Lu Shaolin was so painful that he almost cried.

He shouldn't be in pain, and he won't be.There was no blood to bleed from the pale flesh and blood, so naturally they felt no pain.

The dull pain at the joint was just an illusion flowing out of his memory, making him return to the inn where the rain fell outside the window that night in a trance.

Yan Yu at that time was also like this, his movements were jerky and pointless, and it hurt him so much, so he gently kissed his Adam's apple.

"Pain?" There was a trace of worry in those indifferent eyes.

"Here?" Squeezing out a coquettish smile, Lu Shaolin grabbed his hand and touched the place where the two were clenched. Seeing his frown, he smiled, "Of course it doesn't hurt."

He raised his waist and sank down again, slowly swallowing the penis of the man under him.

Yan Yu was not idle either, he moved his lower body and gradually caught his rhythm.

The two breathed together, Lu Shaolin squinted his eyes to admire Yan Yu's originally clear eyes because of his lust, and unexpectedly the other party was also observing him.

Yan Yu raised his hand and stroked the slightly red corners of Lu Shaolin's eyes, as if there was a peach blossom covered with rain and dew.

Then, another in-depth penetration.

Lu Shaolin's upper body was completely limp on the Taoist priest's body, but the small mouth under his body was unconsciously tightened. For a moment, only staggered gasps were heard in the room.

He leaned on the smooth neck, and suddenly said abruptly, "It's not here that hurts."

Yan Yu broke out in a thin layer of sweat, and the skin on their chests stuck together, and the Taoist priest's warm heartbeat spread into Yan Gui's empty chest.

Like a tiny spark, it burned on his smooth and cool skin, and burned into a sea of ​​flames in his heart, making him feel as if he was on fire.

The pain caused him to be in a trance, as if he heard his own heartbeat, as powerful and vivid as before.

Broken memories and pleasure surged up intermittently from the tailbone.

Lu Shaolin couldn't help wrapping his arms around Yan Yu's neck, and when he regained consciousness, he had already bit the other's shoulder firmly.

The Taoist priest's hair fell out at some point, and his eyes were full of struggle.

Those memories that seem to have passed away are stacked together in a blur, and slowly merged into the same face in front of me.

Lu Shaolin leaned down to ask for a kiss again, sticking out the wet tip of his tongue, luring the Taoist priest to entangle with him.

The already hoarse voice still pressed the Taoist's lips and called his name over and over again between groans.

The only name that binds this ghost in the world.

Yan Yu.Yan Yu.

It didn't know when the sky completely darkened.

After all, Lu Shaolin was too weak, and fell into a deep sleep after having an orgasm.

The slightly messy hair actually brought an inexplicable childishness to that normally suave face.

Yan Yu didn't move.It wasn't until he was sure that the yang essence he had injected into Lu Shaolin's body had been fully absorbed, that he carefully backed out from the somewhat swollen acupuncture point.

The Taoist priest's clear eyes were still dark, he thought for a moment, and finally made a decision.

Yan Yu raised his hand and bit his fingertips, sucked his mouth, then leaned down to kiss the person who was already sleeping peacefully.

Lu Shaolin instinctively responded to Yan Yu's tongue, and swallowed those few drops of blood into his stomach in a daze.

Thinking that the person in front of him was probably having some ulterior dream, Yan Yu couldn't help but feel a little funny, and the corners of his lips softened.

He didn't stop, and squeezed the wound on his fingertips, dipped in the blood and drew a strange symbol on the ghost's heart.

Strange to say, as soon as the talisman touched Lu Shaolin's skin, it seemed to come alive, and the lines quickly penetrated into the skin and disappeared quickly.

After doing all this, the Taoist priest seemed to be extremely tired, and just now he hugged the thin shoulders of the person in his arms, and fell into a dream of walking side by side together.

The wet blood stained Yan Gui's pale lips like a touch of bright red rouge.