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But under this quilt, Mo Ran's voice is close at hand, as if they are lying on a bed. As long as Chu nightning lifts the quilt, you can see Mo Ran's handsome face and naked chest, leaning sideways. Yi looked at him, with those dark, blazing bright eyes, like a wolf and a tiger, staring at him hungrily, wanting to devour him with all his blood.

"Can you hear me?"

Chu Wanning made up his mind to pretend that he didn't hear it. He naturally knew that Mo Ran asked this question in the hope that he didn't hear it.

Otherwise, both of them would be embarrassed when they meet tomorrow morning.

The other party called him several times with a deep voice. Seeing that Chu Wanning was silent, he sighed lightly. Mo Ran really thought that Chu Wanning was asleep, and he was relieved, but he also felt a little regretful.

He wanted Chu Wanning to pay attention to him.

But Chu Wanning ignored him, so he could only rub the thin wall panel that separated the two people. First, he rubbed it with rough fingers, closed his eyes, and seemed to be touching Chu Wanning's chest, and then his hot lips. Stick it up and whisper softly, like whispering against Chu Wanning's lips.

Mo Ran said: "I don't want any more... I just want you..."

But the sound was too soft. Chu Wanning didn't hear it. He wrapped himself in the quilt, his face and heart were very hot. After a while, he heard a loud creak from the bed next door, and it seemed that he was lying down. The man on top was agitated and rolled over angrily.

He said: "Fuck it!"

Chu Wanning suddenly had an animal-like sensitivity, predicting what he might hear. For a moment, he felt that his hair stood on end and wanted to block his ears. But he just moved his fingertips and then dropped them.

He opened his eyes blankly in the quilt. After a while, he heard...

He heard the deep and deep breathing outside the quilt. The breathing was rhythmic, violent and violent. Chu nightning's arms had a layer of goosebumps. He felt that his spine was numb in such a sound. Soft.

The ink-burning breathing was so sexy, so sinful, choked in the throat, suppressed and unrestrained. He didn't understand anything when he heard this sound.

Allen Chu closed his eyes. He felt out of breath, his lips were slightly opened and trembling.

He thought of the wet dreams he had had many times. In the dream, he had seen all the bodies burned by the ink, so sincerely. So he closed his eyes, but he could more clearly picture the scene outside the quilt. He felt that Mo Ran was beside him, stretching his strong and strong body, lying on his back, and Mo Ran's black eyes were squinting, flashing with a vague luster...

The ink-burning hand stretched down, unbuttoned the pants, and the angry spirit popped out. Chu nightning did not dare to think about the appearance of the giant thing, and only roughly sketched an outline, as well as the angry flesh red. He was holding the life-threatening thing and stroking it, and rolling with it was the burning and protruding Adam's apple. He swallowed his saliva, not knowing who he was thinking about, soothing himself so passionately and painfully.

"Um……"

Allen Chu heard the low hum of the man next door, rough and sexy, his scalp was numb, and his phoenix eyes were stained with lustful moisture in the darkness.

He couldn't stand it anymore...

After several struggles and suffering, Elder Yuheng's slender white hand finally reached out, tremblingly, reached in, and grasped his already hot cock.

The rough and hot touch made him feel ashamed but also stimulated. He raised his throat slightly and suppressed a gasp. Under the cover of the quilt, his cold skin faded away. He rose and fell in the burning breath, and was led Overwhelmed with desire, he treated himself clumsily and roughly, hurting himself several times. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly opened the quilt and lay on the quilt, rubbing and rubbing, slender. Her legs couldn't help shaking, her eyes were half-opened and half-closed, a few strands of sweaty hair fell down, her lips were open, and she was gasping for air silently.

It may be that the sudden exposure to the air allows one to hear more clearly, or it may be that one is distracted and infatuated, making one's hearing more blurry. He seemed to hear the sound of wet water, and thought it was the movement of the ink next door, but when he lowered his head, he found that it was the crystal secretion oozing out from the top of his body, lubricating his palms and making a lustful sound.

Chu Wanning's face became even hotter. He turned his head sideways and did not face the wall, so that he would feel that Mo Ran was beside him, and he and himself were caressing each other naked and loving each other.

Lust burned into his head, and his dignity and restraint had long since collapsed. He could only hear the breathing next door, and could only feel the blissful pleasure beneath him. Because he had tried less, he could no longer stand the stimulation of lust. Every inch of his body The skin is all sensitive. He longed for the close connection with another burning body. He was like a dry well that had dried up for hundreds of years, hungry and thirsty.

As the voice next door became more and more urgent, Chu Wanning felt that his heart was getting hotter and hotter, his waist was getting softer and softer, and his legs could hardly hold up. The mucus under him had already wet the bed sheets, and he felt vaguely All this is so ridiculous and shouldn't happen, but I can't help it. It feels too comfortable. I have never tried it in so many years, and I didn't know there was such a comfortable thing.

If during the time of self-relief in Yuliang Village, he was still suffering from breaking the law for the first time, feeling self-loathing and disgusting, then this time he was separated from the person he loved by a wall and heard the other person's suppressed and sexy breathing, and he was not so Although I feel that lust is ugly, I can actually feel more comfortable in the ups and downs of the sea of ​​desire, rather than being repulsed.

He slightly opened his moist and misty eyes, and a few strands of hair fell down, blocking his eyes.

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