The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

When the consciousness came back and could barely perceive what they were doing, Chu Jingning vaguely felt that they did not know when they had gone out from the crowds, and in the nearest wood they could find, they were kissing intensely. Breathing each other is hot and rapid.

Thirsty.

They are all eager for the long-awaited person. The way to kiss the lingering is radical and anxious, and even some crazy, the throat is rolling, swallowing, screaming and licking, and even some blood, but no one can detect it, no one stops. Come down.

The smoldering put him on the tree, the rough wooden lines cling to his slightly trembling back, and there seemed to be a string of sounds coming from far away, but that was not important, all the sounds were broken regardless of distance. The only thing that is separated is the breathing of each other.

The lips and tongue are moist, rough and squeaky, and entangled and tumbled.

I don't know shame...

Chu nightning is not willing to lose, but he has always abstained from desire, and the desire of the other party to suddenly appear is so horrible, almost fierce beast, to bite his throat and eat his flesh and blood.

He didn't know why he would become like this. When he got to this point, he didn't know if he was right or wrong, and then what to do.

This ritual, abstinence, restraint, loneliness, and every step of the way will be the one hundred steps of the man, as if it was torn at this moment, was destroyed.

Only his reluctance to engrave into the bone marrow, the sea is still supporting his driftwood, he refused to show weakness, even if the back has long been numb, the soul is like taking time, he is still willing to take the initiative, not to do a soft to break The things in the palm of your hand.

Unfortunately, although the ambition is sufficient, the skill is extremely poor.

It was worse than the ink burned more than once by his lips and teeth, the strength did not converge, biting the tip of the tongue, it was sweet blood, the worse the breath, the redder the face, the more difficult the breathing is.

At the end of the ink, I laughed. I only felt that I was hard-working and had no level of truth. It was really a pity to teach people.

His once chilly heart was turned away, and it became a spring water, a lake full of thousands of golden waves, and a soft golden wave.

When they are separated, there are sticky water filaments between the lips and tongues. Their lips are red and wet. The eyes are full of tenderness and desire. The sound of the ink is hoarse and the water vapor is very heavy. He looks down at the night. The scorpion, the rough fingertips, rubbed the cheeks of Chu’s lateness.

Chu Evening also knows that his level is so bad that he is irritating, but he is unwilling to think. He narrows his eyes and is actually a coercive tone asking: "What are you laughing at?"

Seeing that the ink does not answer, but the bottom of the eyes smiles deeper, he is more annoying.

"I don't do it... isn't it?"

The smoldering smile finally floated on the corner of his lips. He hugged him again. This time he was facing each other face to face. The same tall and straight man’s body was held together, and there was no such thing as a man and a woman. Strong flames, heavier sparks.

"Which is wrong, it is very right." The smoldering relatives rubbed his hair top, and the back ears pondered, "Master is the best..."

"Then you still laugh!"

The ink burned and smiled low, the chest was hot and hard, but the heart was softer and softer.

"My reaction is not just a smile."

Chu Evening has not understood this deep meaning, and the deeper his posture with the ink burns, from the close-up of the upper body to the overlapping of the whole body, he suddenly feels that this person’s swordsmanship is extremely fierce and enthusiasm fits with himself. Breathing is slightly moving, it feels so exciting, so intense, so lively, scalp tingling, heartbeat stall, chilling, but throat tight, dry.

This thing made Chu Xi Ning suddenly realize that this seemingly gentle man in front of him is actually aggressive, how aggressive, and how violent it is, so that a blood and a flesh can make people's lives and tear the organs.

His hair was upside down and he wanted to push him away, but his hand had not yet lifted up. The shape of the ink was full and the hot lips were kissed again. It was hot and hot, containing his lips and sucking. kiss. The man breathed and blazed, and together, his fierce body was constantly attached to the Chu-Ningning through the clothes. Chu nightning was lost because of this terrible eagerness. The hot and hot tongue had invaded his mouth. He was hungry and thirsty, and kissed him in obsessively. He smashed him. At the end, Chu’s mind was blank. They are all soft and numb...

He shook a little, because of the excitement, because of the strange feeling of powerlessness, because of the hard heat, because of the burning passion of burning.

On that day, Chu Evening didn't know how he was going back to life. What he did was like a stupid, no gods. The only thing I remember when I was in front of the Honglian Water Margin, they wheezed in the night. I have been hugged and hungry for a long time. I can’t help but devour my lover and eroticism. How is it enough...not enough...

Between the blurs, he remembered that the smoldering whispered him, and let him allow him to sleep to the red lotus water tonight. Chu nightning was basically using the last Qingming, only to gasp, reluctantly call back some rationality, no answer.

He doesn't know why he doesn't agree. It may be inexplicable self-esteem. It may be that he has been unable to adapt for too long, or he may be ruthless. He feels that all this is ridiculous. Although it is infinitely attractive, it is too late to prevent it. It is too fast. .

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He knows that his strings have been stretched to the extreme. If you look back at this moment, I am afraid that you will lose weight, and you will not be able to push the people in front of you.

They will be burnt to ashes, and there will be no residue left.

When I went back to bathe and change clothes, Chu nightning found that her trousers were moist, and the smell of sweet squeaking made him blush, and he was overwhelmed. Even the cold phoenix tipped red, thin and thin sea otter Color.

He stayed in the same place for a long time, he couldn't help but think, how could this be like this? How is this happening?

In his life, he has never been so ruined, so passive, never.

Damn, what should he do?

In the past, Chu Jingning encountered any problem that was difficult to solve. His subconscious reaction was to seek a solution in the book. Therefore, he had read a lot of books since childhood, and his mind was full of enthusiasm.

This is the first time that the file that is full of enthusiasm cannot give him an answer.

So he caught it, and he didn’t know what to do.

Fortunately, the smoldering seems to understand him very much. After being rejected once, he will understand the sorrow and anxiety of Chu’s heart, and will not continue to venture.

But the intimacy between them is no longer limited to holding hands. They will kiss intensely in the alley behind Meng Po Tang. After nightfall, they will go to a deserted forest where no one is in love. The ink is a person with few love words. Sometimes even if he asked what he asked, he would answer anything, but his eyes would speak, and there would be sweet words and tender feelings, but he was stupid, not expressive, and not well expressed.

Many times, compared to the mouth hanging, ink burning is more willing to do it directly.

And inexplicably, Chu nightning thinks that he always feels good about what he wants, obviously they are just together, but occasionally Chu will rather feel that the ink seems to have used this identity and stays with him. Years.

As the days drifted, the time they kissed and hugged together became longer and longer, but they also became more and more unsatisfied with the desire/fire. Almost every time they separated, they were all inexhaustible, and they were all swelled.

Chu nightning is still good. After all, he has been repairing for many years. He is very capable, but the ink is not the same. He and Chu’s late life are not the same kind of mind, let alone young people, bloody, really Every time the meeting is over, he has no way to get up and go back.

Too obvious, the clothes can't be blocked, and people will be embarrassed.

He really endured too much pain.

On this day, after dinner, they entangled a small half hour in an inaccessible place near Houshan, but there was a gathering of elders in the evening. Chu nighting counted the time and felt that it was almost the same, and said that he had to leave. But the ink burned the time, and felt that it was too late to let him go -

The way he refused was rather rude, not to say, but to go directly to him.

There are some abandoned landscaped mountains and rocks in this wood. The ink burns on one of the stones. He holds him and faces him and sits on his lap. This position is usually slightly shorter. For the person sitting on the lap, but the original burning of the ink is high, so that it coincides with the late night of the Chu, not showing any disadvantage.

He kissed it for a long time, from the lips to the neck, biting the throat of the night, and hearing the other person’s low and depressed breathing, the burning of the ink was even more uncomfortable.

Chu nightning can not stand, he wants to get out, he wants to go, but the waist is soft, legs and feet are actually not listening. This hug posture has been very popular recently, so you can look at him intimately, and it is a tingling tension. Chu Evening can even imagine how it would be heartbreaking if there is no dress as a screen. Sight.

Perhaps it is really near the threshold, even if the intense kiss can not relieve the desire, but the oil on the fire, the more burning.

When the smoldering loosened the wet red lips, his eyes were all tidal. He gasped deeply and his throat rolled sexyly. He concentrated on gazing at the late night, seemingly want to say something, but in the end he said nothing but just again. I bite it up.

It’s really biting up, and Chu’s night feels painful, but it’s very irritating, and the needles are sore and shuddering.

The man is trapped by love, and there is a whisper of wrinkles in his throat. He embraces the person in his arms and strokes the dark hair. He only feels that his master is so good, he can’t wait to be heartbroken. I feel that I am a temptation to be a teacher, to make people want to swear, and bully hard...

In the quiet air, the original breath is getting more and more heavy. Chu nighting is looking up and shaking his eyes, it is very difficult to receive. This kind of hug and kiss is already itching. He is so uncomfortable, let alone hold this one. Young man.

The end of the ink burning is red, slightly moist.

He whispered quietly, his voice was hoarse, some were forbearing, and he was wronged: "Master..."

"..."

"Please, I can't stand it..."

Can't stand it, what do you want to do? Chu nightning thought of those broken and fuzzy dreams, the tail vertebrae slammed on the squall, he did not make a sound, the ears were red, and could not stand it... What is it going to be...

Before the ink burns again, he has been kissed by the wet red lips. Chu nightning whispered, almost unspeakable: "That... don't be here."

Don't be here, you can have more, in other places.

The ink burned his head and slammed his head. It was almost a surprise, and then he kissed him awkwardly, trying to hold him up.

Chu nightning only felt shame to the extreme, and the anger could not be stopped: "Let me let me down!"

The ink burned him down, but he did not forget to kiss him: "Where does the teacher want to go?"

When Chu Ning was still able to speak in the future, he heard the noise of the grasshoppers in the vicinity. He was shocked and shocked. His mind was suddenly clear and clear, and he suddenly pushed the ink off.

The two were separated, and they saw a man coming from the darkness of the bamboo forest, carrying a swaying wind lamp in his hand, and the clothes were swaying in the wind.

The man was silent for a long time, and his voice sounded, even if he was depressed, he was full of horror and stunned.

"You... how are you here?"