Pastel Colours

Day1622:43

Please **** me in your bed.

Songran has been single for twenty-three years. Without personnel, even if he summoned the courage to say such a bold invitation, his eyes are still green-like a ignorant and curiosity student, eager to be led. To experience a secret communication that belongs only to lovers.

The greener, the more seductive.

He Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, and the dim fire in his lower abdomen directly burned through his heart.

There is a voice in the ear saying, teach him, give him happiness, give him hard-to-wash memories and irreplaceable sense of security, so that he will never be able to do without you.

boom!

A gust of wind blew the door of the 8012A room, and the aisle lost its lighting. The two people entangled their lips and tongue in the dark, their teeth collided, and their hot breath hit each other's cheeks. They almost walked unsteadily, stumbled into the door, and kissed against the wall of the living room all the way to the bedroom, ten meters away, which took a full five minutes.

Song Ran fell on his back on the light gray bed, with a gleam of salivation marks remaining on the corners of his lips. He Zhiyuan straddled his knees, bent his body, put one hand on his neck, and watched him earnestly from top to bottom.

During the process, his shirt buttons and belts were all unbuttoned, and two sturdy chest muscles were exposed, and they swelled and contracted with a short breath. Downward were eight clear-textured abdominal muscles. The hair spreads from the belly button, becomes darker and denser, cutting off the edges of the underwear. The cotton cloth was wrapped in a large mass of hard meat, and the trousers zippers were squeezed, arrogantly exposed, showing off its size.

"Mr. He..."

Songran panted lightly, eagerly in his eyes, and reached out to touch his chest muscles.

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Don't worry."

He clasped Song Ran's wrist and pulled it over his head, grabbed the hem of his clothes and lifted it up, then peeled off the entire T-shirt. As seen in the video before, the youth has a pale complexion, thin waist and narrow hips, but not a thin and weak chicken figure. The moderate muscles show the health and vitality of the young man.

He patted Songran's buttocks again, and Songran raised his waist together, and asked him to take off his outer pants and underwear. The lightly colored and straight **** was lifted into the air, because it was fully erect with a bright red head. It's all exposed, and the top is still a bit sticky.

"The size is good."

He Zhiyuan smiled and complimented him, holding two strokes.

The thing was as excited as the owner, beating vigorously in his palm.

Songran showed a face, but moved boldly, pulling the elastic band to peel off He Zhiyuan's underwear. The purple-red **** were released immediately, and he touched his head, making him so hot that he screamed "Uh".

He held the heavy penis, his expression was a bit dazed: "You, yours... is so big..."

so envious.

It was full, thick, hot, full of weight, and most importantly, it was very hard. Even if He Zhiyuan was kneeling now, the angle of the tilt did not droop.

Thinking that such a hard stick would poke into his **** later, Songran was afraid and expectant, licked his lips, and asked, "I... can I taste it?"

He Zhiyuan said hoarsely: "Yes."

So Songran slowly slipped off the bed from between his legs, sat on the ground, leaned against the edge of the bed, and took the thing into his mouth.

It's the first time to do this kind of thing, and I can't talk about any skills, occasionally the other party will frown when he knocks his teeth. Fortunately, the high temperature and dampness of the mouth can naturally bring more intense pleasure. Songran also knows which part of the **** is the most sensitive, so he licked it and took two deep breaths. He Zhiyuan soon couldn't help it. Panting hard.

"My dear, it's good job." He rubbed Songran's hair, his drooping eyes showed deep lust, "You make me very comfortable...very comfortable."

Songran couldn't speak, so she licked and looked at him, her eyes straight, full of infatuation.

He Zhiyuan couldn't stand this look. It was too infatuated and clean. He was about to burn a handful of blood in his heart. He stepped back and said, "Baby, lick it next time, come to bed first."

"Ok."

Songran nodded, and Yiyan spit out the thick genitals, but like the last bit of cream on the cake, he rolled up the tip of his tongue and hooked it greedily in the small hole at the top.

In the next instant, he was dragged to bed by He Zhiyuan, pressing his shoulders and waist firmly.

"You really... are not afraid of death."

He Zhiyuan's eyes deepened, his palm wrapped the Songran root, and he rubbed the **** very skillfully, and then held the stem, rubbing the soft tip with his fingers from time to time, while his lips and tongue kissed along the earlobe, shoulder socket, and collarbone. To the chest, he held the **** that had been erected.

"Um...itchy! Itchy here!" Song Ran exclaimed, twisting his waist to dodge, the strength of the life root suddenly tightened, he immediately stopped moving, begging for mercy in a panic, "Don't...don't lick it, it's itchy of."

He has not been hugged for many years, let alone this level of intimate contact. Every inch of his skin is equivalent to a sensitive point. When he licked it, he shivered and got a lot of goose bumps. He Zhiyuan didn't stop, holding Songran's lifeblood as an arrow, he licked his whole body carefully, and even separated his legs, sucking a string of red marks on the base of his legs.

Songran first held her breath, gathered her strength, bit her lower lip, trying to resist the heartburning itching. After a while, she ran out of strength, and could only lie back on the bed and gasp, her legs wide open, her **** pointed to the sky, saliva and kisses all over her body. Marks, the water in the eyes filled.

He Zhiyuan asked him: "Are you comfortable?"

He tremblingly replied, "Soo...comfortable."

This is the truth, itchy and refreshing, as if every pore has a feeling.

Then he heard the sound of the drawer being pulled open, and then some cool and viscous liquid smeared on the crotch. His waist shook, and his hips were subconsciously tightened-the place was not for natural penetration, and he was still a little resistant in his bones. When he thought of being invaded, his heart was instinctively tense.

Seeing that the little red mouth was almost invisible, He Zhiyuan comforted him warmly: "Don't be afraid, relax."

Songran couldn't relax, looking at him pitifully.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said: "It seems...I need to kiss somewhere else."

He kissed down Songran's lower abdomen and slowly approached between his legs. Songran's breath suddenly suffocated, only to feel that the root of his life was wrapped in the hot soft tongue, and the soul was so refreshed for an instant. At the same time, the perineum was massaged by the palm, sour and sour. The taste was beyond words.

Just as he relaxed slightly, a finger dipped in lubricating fluid suddenly inserted in.

"what!"

He instinctively tightened his sphincter, but instead bit his fingers inside-opening the door, and then wanting to refuse customers, it is not an easy task.

He Zhiyuan's fingers went deeper and deeper, and with a small amount of pumping, he spread the lubricating fluid on the intestinal wall little by little. In fact, Songran didn't resist in his heart, trying to adjust his breathing, adapting to the feeling of foreign body intrusion, and slowly let himself relax.

"How does it feel?"

He Zhiyuan asked him, passing in another finger by the way.

Songran grabbed the bed sheet under him, closed his eyes and described: "Well, it's a little bit up, and it's still hot... Your fingers are moving in it... However, it doesn't seem to be that... I saw it online. Yes, it will be very comfortable...the kind...ah!"

His waist trembled, he screamed out, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at He Zhiyuan in extreme panic.

What was that... just now?

He Zhiyuan felt the shrinking in the intestines: "Have you met?"

Songran nodded hesitantly: "Okay...it seems to be..."

Ten seconds later, he had no doubt about it at all-the sharp soreness in his body swallowed him, and the waves were higher than the waves, turbulent. He Zhiyuan seemed to press it directly on his heart. The spinal cord was about a leaky thread, and there was a burst of sparks. From the back of the waist to the brainstem, he was numb with electricity. Except for pleasure, everything else was felt. Not left.

"No way, no way, it's too exciting...Ah!" Songran cried with a kick, "I can shoot...I can really shoot...Stop, stop...Hmm..."

He looked like a fish in a frying pan, earning a lot of money, and almost turned himself over and fried it evenly. He stopped for a long time, his eyes were empty, he stared at the ceiling blankly, and said, "I won't do it. , I really don't do it... Please forgive me, this... this is so scary... God..."

He Zhiyuan withdrew his finger expressionlessly: "Don't do it?"

Songran nodded hurriedly: "No, I won't do it... Actually, it's good to be a virgin..."

He Zhiyuan tore open an aluminum foil package, took out the silicone sleeve, and quickly reached the root of the **** organ: "No regrets?"

"I don't regret it...whoop... I don't regret it." Songran seems to be trying to convince herself, "Look, anyway, punching is also shooting, and thrusting is also shooting... Instead of stimulating your heartbeat, just forget it for a lifetime..."

He was dizzy all over, and the floating sacredness hadn't come back much. He was talking, and he vaguely felt that his buttocks were raised a little, and there seemed to be a pillow under his waist, and his legs were separated at He Zhiyuan's waist. On the side, there was something stiff against the wide **** mouth.

"He, Mr. He?"

Songran felt that something was wrong and wanted to move, but his thighs were hooped, his waist was also pinched, and he couldn't move at all.

He lowered his head and looked at his lower body. Before he could see clearly, he suddenly felt a sharp pain—the narrow hole was stabbed by a meat stick that was not much thicker than his fingers. He Zhiyuan stood up and greeted him. Come in without playing!

"It's too late to escape now." He Zhiyuan stared at him condescendingly, with a slightly cold tone, "How did you beg me in the aisle just now, and you forgot it in a blink of an eye?"

"I……"

Songran's mouth was dumbfounded-vaguely remembering, he seemed to say "fuck me" shamelessly.

It's not wrong to **** with these two words.

He was embarrassed to struggle any more, closed his eyes and opened his legs, resigning himself to his fate. He looked like he was lying flat, and he added in a low voice: "You slow down, I... my first time, I'm afraid of pain. "

He Zhiyuan didn't make a sound, his wide palms supported his two buttocks, his psoas muscles used force, and he slowly sent himself in.

The privacy was pushed open by force, and the hard-to-ignore foreign body intrusion became clearer and clearer, and a weird sinking feeling appeared in the abdomen. Songran held a sigh of breath, ten fingers grasped the quilt, and instinctively tightened his thigh muscles, but the opponent was unimpeded and attacked brazenly, thrusting into the bottom without hurling, pressing his two legs left and right. Open, like a frog.

Just when he thought the back was about to split, the perineum suddenly heated up, hitting rough hair and strong abdominal muscles-this was completely in.

The intense heat for a moment made him forget the pain, he suddenly relaxed, taking breaths, filled with only one thought: Mr. He was in his body.

They are extremely intimate, and even the smallest movements of one side can be felt by the other side.

He Zhiyuan saw him swallowing hard, a little softhearted: "Does it hurt?"

Songran was very stubborn: "It doesn't hurt."

It doesn't hurt at all.

He Zhiyuan didn't dare to start acting rashly, but lowered his head to check Song Ran's situation. The pale folds were fully opened, making a smooth circle, tightly wrapped around the base of his penis.

Very hungry and tempting.

"Hey, there is no bleeding, you have adapted well." He Zhiyuan praised him. He obviously felt that the high-heat intestinal wall was pinched, so he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Baby, did I move?"

"Ok."

Songran took a deep breath and got ready, reaching out and hooking He Zhiyuan's neck.

The thick object buried in the body slowly withdrew, the soreness in the lower abdomen was relieved a lot, Songran just relaxed, and suddenly was screamed by a deep thrust without warning.

"what!"

He raised his neck high, clamped his two strands, and the erect stem trembled, throwing out a clear clear liquid.

He Zhiyuan liked his young physical reaction, lowered his head and kissed him as if comfortingly: "I can't stand it the first time, so sensitive?"

Songran was very ashamed: "That place... I met again."

He Zhiyuan was stunned and immediately slammed again. The young man in his arms was caught off guard, his reaction became more intense, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was shaking, looking at him with a panic: "I... Am I too sensitive..."

"It's okay, it's normal. I'll be lighter and take your time, you will be comfortable."

He Zhiyuan comforted him, his lower body began to pump deep and shallow, and the force was light, so as not to give Songran too strong stimulation at one time. The nerves around the prostate are rich, and the perception is keen. He cared more about his first feeling than Songran himself, so he watched the expressions of the people under him extremely seriously in order to correct the intensity and rhythm.

What surprised him was that he and Songran were a natural pair-there was no need to adjust the insertion angle, as long as they entered in the most natural way, they could accurately touch the sensitive points.

This is destined to belong to his body.

Young, keen, straightforward, with magnetism.

He Zhiyuan felt that his possessiveness was losing control at an extremely fast speed, and the hormones were swayed into the air with the sweat, becoming thicker, engulfing Songran's rapid breathing.

The hot and tight intestines were poke open little by little, and with plenty of lubricating fluid, it went in and out much more smoothly. He added a bit of strength in time, pushed his waist, and turned the gentle rhythm into a clear rhythm.

"He, Mr. He...ah...ah...so comfortable..." Song Ran was deeply intoxicated, flushed with red tide, head turned to one side, licking her lips and muttering constantly, "How could it be so... so... ah ...No...comfortable..."

The distinct pleasure swayed from the depths of the back acupuncture points, spreading to the whole body, making his hands and feet soft, but the **** in his lower abdomen stood upright, so hard that the veins were swollen, and his eyes dripped.

So cool.

It's a hundred times, one thousand times, ten thousand times more cool than simply joking.

Before that, he couldn't imagine that there is such a wonderful place hidden in his body. Just touching it can bring waves of comfort that are immersed in the bone marrow and scalp.

He Zhiyuan sucked his earlobe: "Baby, is it so comfortable?"

"Well!"

The heat rushed into the ear canal, Songran shuddered violently, her back acupoints tightened, her eyes became more blurred, um, ah, speechless.

He Zhiyuan asked again: "Baby, do you love me?"

"Love, love..." Songran panted, breathless, "I love you..."

"Then call my husband to listen to it?"

Songran is very obedient, sticky and softly called: "husband..."

He Zhiyuan pecked his lips rewardingly: "Call dad again?"

"dad……"

Songran uttered a note, but he took the next one in shame, hesitated to scream. Those confused and tearful eyes looked towards He Zhiyuan, and the love and attachment grew stronger. The powerful impact in the intestines continued repeatedly, and the pleasure was like a raging wave, finally rushing the remaining shame far away from the beach of reason.

Unable to restrain himself, he lingeringly called out, "Dad."

Please love me.

Please give me happiness that will never break my promise.

Songran's intestines are already soft enough, and they have gradually become accustomed to the stimulation of sensitive spots. He Zhiyuan understood that it was time to reward him with the best moment.

"Baby, look at me."

He straightened up, knelt on the side of the bed with his knees apart, raised Songran's waist and hips with both hands to a high place, close to his hips, and then quickly swayed his waist. He swayed faster and faster, with great strength, hitting youthful people. The two **** of **** meat trembled frequently, and the bedroom was full of pops.

He Zhiyuan’s strength is very pure, derived entirely from his strong waist muscles, his upper body is almost immobile, and he does not need to rely on his own body weight, so the whole set of movements is quite clean, bright and sexy, and it can give people great visual stimulation. .

Songran has never experienced the devastation of such a violent storm. His eyes were floating, and he watched the purple-red thing pull out from his legs, and then disappeared, and the deep intestinal acupoints would split like an electric shock. The pleasure, straight to the scalp, paralyzed the limbs and a hundred skeletons, causing the bones to burst into waves. The sharp soreness hit the waist and eyes again and again, as if to penetrate the nerves there.

He couldn't help but want to scream, groaning loudly with his neck up, crying heavily.

The ambiguous pink quickly spread from the roots of the ears to the whole body, the light brown **** was congested and stiff, and the wiggly **** swaying back and forth were stained by the overflowing fishy fluid, and glowing with lustful water.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Songran had a sense of fear that he was about to pee, crying in shock and begging for mercy, but the other party turned a deaf ear to it. Instead, he pressed his body heavily, penetrated deeper, and hit heavier. The extreme numbness of the **** made him feel confused, thinking that he was approaching the edge of incontinence step by step. Finally, at a certain moment, his back acupuncture convulsed violently. He whimpered and ejected a puff of white liquid. He didn't dare to look at it, shamefully Covered his eyes.

Penetration can bring great satisfaction, especially the first time having sex.

He Zhiyuan was satisfied, and quickly thrust a dozen times with the constriction of his intestines, squirted out his **** heartily, and withdrew, took off the sleeve to tie a knot, and threw it on the ground.

He stretched his arms and hugged Songran, who was still twitching slightly, with his hot body. He wanted to have a passionate kiss afterwards, but Songran dodged like an electric shock: "Don't touch me!"

He Zhiyuan frowned and asked with concern: "Baby, what's the matter?"

Songran almost choked up: "Dirty..."

"dirty?"

He Zhiyuan became more and more inexplicable.

He stared at the aggrieved expression of Songran for a long time, and suddenly remembered something, he couldn't help but smiled: "Do you think you pee?"

Songran stiffened when he heard the words and slowly moved away his hand, with a dazed expression on her face: "Isn't...no urine?"

He immediately cheered up, and couldn't wait to look down at his lower abdomen-there was a large white mush around the navel, all with a smelly seminal plasma, no urine. He breathed a sigh of relief and showed a happy smile, subconsciously trying to find He Zhiyuan to act like a baby. A pair of eyes that were about to bend into a seam in joy, became embarrassed in seconds.

Songran flushed with embarrassment, plunged into the quilt, and began to pretend to be an ostrich.

He Zhiyuan patted his sweaty bare ass: "Baby, go take a bath."

"No!"

He Zhiyuan repeated: "Go take a bath."

Songran's thin skin is awkward, and her straight **** is poked up: "Don't!"

He Zhiyuan sank his face and called him by name: "Song Ran."

He turned a deaf ear: "Don't die!"

"..."

"Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing...let me down!"

Songran screamed as He Zhiyuan dug out the bed with an arm shovel, and with his bare buttocks on his shoulders, he walked into the bathroom involuntarily and "slammed" the door.

The sound of water in the bathroom rushed, and after a while, the sound of water disappeared, replaced by a trembling and long groan: "Yeah...I haven't been...uh...I've been shot...I, how can I divide it? Got clean... asshole..."

The moaning went from low to high. After a while, there was a crisp physical slapping sound in the bathroom, and the moaning became a crying wave again: "Ahhhhhhh! No more! I...um...I can tell. , I can tell! I won't be mistaken in the future... But, but this time... I really want to... Ah..."

In the middle of the night, Mr. He put Songran on the side of the toilet. It took him a long time to seriously and responsibly teach him the difference between "ejaculation" and "ejaculation".