Chapter 120: Feeling dislocation

The most irritating sensation that Xia Yao can't help with is the unstoppable momentum. The current climbs up from the tailbone along the spine, stirring up the fragile cranial nerves. Xia Yao's scalp was numb, and his sense of vertigo made his defense ability lower and lower. He walked on the edge of the collapse in the downstream of Yuan Lian's malicious attack.

"You oh... bastard..." Xia Yao’s throat trembled out of control.

Yuan Lian’s hand suddenly went in from the hem of Xia Yao’s T-shirt and stretched it on Xia Yao’s sensitive nipple.

Xia Yao immediately screamed and struggled with electric power, and slammed Yuan’s hand as a wicked hand. However, the resistance did not increase but the strength of Yuan Zhongyi was aggravated. The soft skin was almost worn out, and the itching sensation came. Xia Yao stretched his hand to the back and licked Yuan’s hair, doing the dying struggle before surrender.

Yuan Zong buried his head in Xia Yao's clothes, and his tongue walked up the sweaty waist.

The familiar touch once again hits Xia Yao's nerves, and there are too many lingering pictures in memory, too many unpleasant pleasures. Yuan Lian’s tongue is the key to awaken these memories, and the door of Xia Yao’s locked defense line is easily opened, and hesitantly screams into it.

Xia Yao twisted his waist in a strong inner struggle and self-deprecating, catering to Yuan Lian's tongue.

Yuan Lian’s pupil burst into a red flame, and he remembered Xia Yao’s inspiring dance on the stage. He was reminded of the gaze of the surrounding people, and the two opposite emotions were violently smashed and strangled.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Xia Yao’s cheekbones. Yuan Zong directly broke Xia Yao's belt and rudely dragged his jeans down. "Don't you like to wear low-waist pants? Don't you like to show your big **** to others? Then I will let you Low, let you show a good time."

The strong sense of humiliation allowed Xia Yao to resist again, and the result provoked the animalism of Yuan Lian's brutality. The two wrists of the imprisoned were almost reversed by the anti-scissors. The trousers were rudely dragged without being unlocked. The buttons broke apart from top to bottom, and the fabric followed a savage and obscene tear. The next cold, the blue ribs on the back of Xia Yao’s hand instantly bulged, and the face burst into a tidal red.

"Grass... metamorphosis..."

Yuan Zong smashed Xia Yao's trousers together with his underwear, but did not remove it directly, but faded to the roots of his legs, only to expose the entire rounded buttocks. But because of this, Xia Yao feels that it is pornographic.

"Turn on!"

Another fierce slap in the Xia Yaoguang's bare butt, stunned a pink palm.

Xia Yao issued a painful snoring, which completely exceeded his tolerance. Not to mention that during the Cold War, when he was quarreling with Yuan Ding, it was usually when he was hot, and he couldn’t play so exciting! Just think about the bare **** in front of a man twisted, Xia Yao burst into the mouth, the heart is shocked, and the humiliation is unbearable.

Since Yuan Lian issued this order, he has the ability to obey Xia Yao. He leaned over and slammed the wrist that Xia Yao attempted to break away, and couldn't help but bite his hip. From the outside to the inside bite, from light to heavy bite, dense and continuous. Then stick out the tongue and squat along the inside of the hip joint to return back and forth, but never push into the middle fold area.

Xia Yao was swayed and snorted, and the roar sound was mixed with the unbearable tremolo. So that the last time the nerve suddenly collapsed, no longer can't say a word, began to become intermittent snout.

"Don't... don't... ah... please..."

Yuan Lian knew what Xia Yao wanted, and made good use of this "physical weakness" to break his psychological defense and satisfy his own savage animal desire.

"If you want me to lick your asshole, give me a twist! How do you twist on the stage now!"

The blood vessels on the neck of Xia Yao are staggered, and the trembling of the larynx continues to contract and expand.

Yuan Li’s thick and powerful tongue began to sweep the skin around the mouth, from time to time, from the end of the fold, the heavy hot gas rushed to the tight mouth, and the moisture of the tongue and the tape hovered at a distance from the mouth. With.

Xia Yao finally couldn't stand it, and the naked hips began to twist slowly under Yuan Li's intuitive visual adjustment. Every time he twisted, he got Yuan Ying's rewarding shackles. The faster he twisted, the faster he was served. Xia Yao feels like an obscene male pet, eagerly eager for the master's luck.

Yuan’s heart’s fire burned more and more, and another slap in the summer’s ass.

"Not enough! Let me scream, and twist me out on the stage!" Some movements are wrapped in a layer of cloth called **** wild, but the layer of fabric is faded. It became lascivious. Xia Yao couldn’t put such an action in front of a person. Just think about it and feel that the **** is bursting. Yuan Lie must look at it, the powerful tongue tipped into the sensitive mouth of Xia Yao, and his hand reached him. The fragile fragile top end, scraping the small hole of the slutty liquid, the slap is ruthlessly twitching the hips and squirting red... The three-pronged, itchy, numb, the current is smashing, and the summer will be shy That layer of skin smashed down.

Xia Yao sent a squat to the buttocks, and the bare and tight hips trembled, and the two words of sensuality were interpreted to the fullest.

"Let's sing a little more!" Yuan Lian slaps with the burst of desire.

Xia Yao pleaded with mercy, and the sound of the waves shouted from the door.

"Yuan Long... I’m going to be a little deeper... Ah... I want to..."

Tian Yanqi heard the sound, because he was so anxious that he did not hear what it was. I only heard the slap in the air, thinking that it was a quarrel, just put the hand on the door frame. Although the door of Yuan Lian’s office was not fully open, the open gap was enough for Tian Yanqi to see what happened inside the house. Immediately after the chest shocked, my heartbeat almost went to two hundred. Fortunately, I hadn’t had time to push the door open, or I would go straight in, and the misunderstanding would be great.

Tian Yanqi hurriedly put his body on the wall and calmed his breath. This scene gave him great psychological stimulation, and he repeatedly thought back to it. Yuan Li’s expression just frantically strangled his cognitive view. It is a man's most primitive and essential inferior expression, a kind of indulgent lust, animalistic mad vulgar expression, and Tian Yanqi's cold and serious, unsmiling Yuan Tianshen is judged as two.

The gods were annihilated for everyone, but they did not give Tian Yanqi any sense of disillusionment, but instead made him feel a strange feeling. In the past, Yuan was in his heart like a sculpture that could only admire and admire. Now he is a man with flesh and blood. His rudeness did not detract from the slightest charm, but made him more masculine.

Listening to the sensational swearing words and the lack of a lower limit, Tian Yanqi’s body is shamefully hard.

Xia Yao seemed to hear the movement at the door, and hurriedly warned Yuan Lian, "It seems like someone!"

Yuan Lian just glanced at the door faintly and continued to use his fingers to drum in Xia Yaoxuan.

"Well……"

Xia Yao had scruples in his heart, and he refused to speak loudly, but was smothered by Yuan Li’s powerful fingers.

"Call me out! Bigger!"

Xia Yao’s unstoppable snoring came out.

"The top is coming... fast... so cool..."

On the occasion of Xia Yao's insanity, Yuan Lian forced him to make the last monk's movement on the stage, and his waist swayed and squatted. Xia Yao did not follow, Yuan Zong once again abused, buttocks swollen, his fingers frequently passed by at the bumps. Xia Yao can only put aside his face in order to satisfy his satisfaction. The naked hips sway down and chase the fingers of Yuan Lieutenant. Finally, he stabbed to H point in a semi-squatting position. Immediately, the hip **** shook and screamed, and Yuan Yanyi smashed and smashed. The thrill of a sudden and strong "electricity penalty" forced Xia Yao to lose his voice. Cried.

Yuan Li deliberately asked: "Why don't you stand up? Is it so old and so sloppy?"

Xia Yao’s legs trembled and his waist was soft, and he said that it was unfavorable.

"Stand... can't stand up... ah ah..."

Yuan Zong let Xia Yao shoot in this embarrassing posture, the moment of white turbidity, the ultimate pleasure will force Xia Yao to be almost mad and sullen.

I don't know if it is such a stimulating thing. Tian Yanqi's trousers, which always stand against the wall, are wet. He moved his breath in the gasp, but accidentally kicked the box that was put on hold. There were some scattered iron pieces in the box, and the sound of a collision when sloshing immediately scared Tian Yanqi to look green.

Xia Yao heard this sound, and violently slammed Yuan Long, pulling his pants and running out. A ambiguous back of the head retreated within the sight of Xia Yao, giving him no room for any reaction.