Those Days of Hunting Demons and Devils

A faint purple air lingered all around, hazy and magical, enchanting and ambiguous, Mo Tong's desire was deeply buried in the man's moist and compact body, and the man's legs were sitting open on Mo Tong's body.

Mo Tong arms around the man's waist in one hand and plays with the tiny bumps on the man's chest in one hand... "You can do it quickly if you want to do it, and let me go if you don't do it.

"There is misery in Miyan's heart. He is invaded by Mo Tong. Now, if he refuses to refuse, it will only appear that he is too hypocritical. As a man, when he encounters this kind of thing, he feels ashamed and uncomfortable. He is now powerless and unable to resist at all.

He just hopes that all this can be ended as soon as possible. If the time is deliberately delayed like Mo Tong, it seems that he wants to see his expression of begging for mercy, which makes the man a little disgusted.

Mo Tong wickedly glanced at the man, he also seemed to lose the mood to tease the man: "Uncle Ji, since you are so strongly asking me to hurry up, then if I don't take out some "courage", I am afraid you will look down on me Too.

"He hummed indifferently, while pulling away the man's leg, so that the place where the two were connected was completely exposed to his eyes."

Ji Yan frowned, he lowered his eyes, and instinctively looked at the place where the two were connected. Not looking good, I saw that it was unacceptable for Ji Yan, and Mo Tong's thick desire was contained in his secret hole At the end, Mo Tong’s desire was contaminated with the hot fluid secreted from the man’s body. It looked moist and a bit obscene. Ji Yan avoided his eyes and did not look at it... Mo Tong saw Ji Yan showing this expression to his right. In his heart, he lifted the man’s legs, while driving the man’s body up and down, while moving the man’s firm body from bottom to top... Ji Yan was held by Mo Tong, and he didn’t know that Mo Tongcong Where did the snow come from, in short he was fooled all night long, the big bed was loosened by Mo Tong, making a "squeaky" noise, Mo Tong's hands slowly stroking the man's sweaty back, man Feeling Mo Tong's tongue swimming around his neck.

Ji Yan had no energy at all. He couldn’t remember how many times Mo Tong did. The people in Zhangfu might have heard the movement, but everyone thought that there was a monster, so they didn’t dare to leave the yard. Afterwards, Ji Yan told the people in the house that if he heard any strange sounds at night, he could not go out.

No matter how much movement Moo Tong made, no one would come out, Ji Yan’s weak moan, and it could not be heard from the yard. Only the sound of whispering could be heard outside... It was as scary as a ghost door... …Only Ji Yan and Mo Tong also know that this is because the violent shaking caused the big bed to make a sound of falling apart. Ji Yan’s legs were “folded” by Mo Tong, and Ji Yan’s wet sweat, Even the sheets were soggy.

However, Mo Tong kneeled between Ji Yan's legs, holding the man with his body weak because of his weakness, and Mi Yan let Mo Tong stop, but Mo Tong kissed the man's chin and increased the force of swinging his waist. At the moment when Mo Tong's hot liquid broke out in the man's body, the man clutched the sheet under him, and the big bed suddenly made a strange sound.

Just before the man could not speak, only a loud noise was heard, and the whole bed collapsed...Mo Tong pressed against the man, without any intention of getting up, and the man did not fall, because Mo Tong held the man's head At the end, Mo Tong hugged the man, and their breath was unstable.

Damn...what does it matter...Mo Tong knows that Ji Yan is angry, and the scattered bed nets are wrapped around Mo Tong, Mo Tong's evil eyes, fixedly watching the powerless man.

at this time.

Ji Yan heard the sound of roaring chickens, and the purple air in the room slowly withdrew into the all-hearted furnace on the table. The man who was tossed all night closed his eyes tiredly, and the man felt the breath of Mo Tong approaching. , A soft object stuck to his lips, he knew that Mo Tong was kissing him, but he was too tired to open his eyes... When the man woke up again, Mo Tong was back to him, sitting on the collapse Drinking wine in the fallen bed, Mo Tong's back line is very beautiful, and his dark hair is draped behind him, which looks a bit messy... His white skin on the back is printed with ink scriptures, of course men I know, the lines and columns on the back of Mo Tong's back are difficult to understand.