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Su Qianyu's chest was sucked red and full by Yan Silin, like cherries, standing upright in the air, emitting an attractive luster. His lower end was very hard, and a lot of water flowed from the back. The wet feeling made his desire even stronger. He wanted Yan Silin very much, and that desire was like a burning flame, burning in his body. But Yan Silin didn't mean to go in immediately, and the foreplay was long and unbearable. He kissed Su Qianyu in many places, but skipped her lips. Su Qianyu opened her mouth slightly, and the bright red tip of her tongue seemed to invite her, but in the end he couldn't get anything. The slightly opened mouth seemed to be telling his desire and dissatisfaction, and the bright red tip of her tongue was like a jumping flame, igniting the desire in his heart. Su Qianyu began to feel sad. He was turned over, and the two points on his chest pressed against the fabric of the sheets, rubbing very painfully and swollen, but Yan Silin ignored him. The soft sheets rubbed against his sensitive skin, causing a stinging pain, but the desire in his heart could not be satisfied, making him even more sad. Moreover, Su Qianyu could not see Yan Silin, which made it very difficult for him to bear. He did not know when Yan Silin's movements stopped. Su Qianyu's shoulder blades were held down by him, unable to move. He only had the illusion that Yan Silin's eyes were sweeping over him inch by inch. The held down shoulder blades seemed to be his bound desire, and the invisible Yan Silin seemed to be a mysterious existence, filling him with curiosity and desire. Su Qianyu's penis gushed out a few streams of water, as fragile and sensitive as its owner. He had already climaxed twice, but Yan Silin did not even penetrate him. The fragile and sensitive penis seemed to be the desire deep in his heart, and those two climaxes were like the outburst of his uncontrollable desire. "Yan Silin," Su Qianyu couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, with a look of desire and innocence in her eyes that she herself couldn't even detect, "When will you come in?" There was a hint of pleading and desire in his voice, and the innocence in his eyes made people feel pity for him.
Yan Silin's narrow eyes darkened, and his inky eyes stared at Su Qianyu's profile. He leaned over, touched Su Qianyu's genitals with his hand, and smiled: "Su Qianyu, don't be horny." There was a hint of ridicule and mockery in his voice, but his smile hid deep desire. The sound of plastic friction was heard, Yan Silin took out the lubricant from the convenience bag, squeezed it in his palm with one hand, and reached under Su Qianyu's body. The sound of plastic friction seemed to be the prelude to their desire, and the lubricant was like the catalyst of their desire. The feeling of being entered by fingers was strange and a little painful, but this pain was mixed with a bit of familiarity, which was the feeling that Su Qianyu would think of when masturbating late at night for the past five years. That familiar feeling made his heart surge with complex emotions, both pain and desire. It might be too painful. When Yan Silin squeezed in the second finger, the corner of Su Qianyu's eye was touched. Yan Silin paused: "Does it hurt?" There was a trace of concern and tenderness in his voice. That gentle touch was his comfort to Su Qianyu. Su Qianyu rubbed his eyes on the quilt randomly, and moved towards Yan Silin's position in a dependent posture, allowing the finger in his body to enter deeper. This was a silent invitation, and both of them thought so. The dependent posture seemed to be his trust in Yan Silin, and the deeper entry was like the fusion of their desires. Yan Silin's breathing became heavy in an instant, and the fingers that touched Su Qianyu's nipples were still strong, causing the person under him to cry out again. The heavy breathing seemed to be the desire in his heart burning, and the strong touch was like his desire for Su Qianyu. After all three fingers were inserted, Su Qianyu felt very bloated, and a secret joy enveloped him, while the intestinal wall reluctantly swallowed Yan Silin's fingers.
The feeling of fullness filled his heart with satisfaction and happiness, and the intestinal wall's swallowing and spitting seemed like his response to Yan Silin. Yan Silin took out his finger, and the water he brought out was pulled into a very thin thread, which shone with crystal light under the dim light. Su Qianyu felt how Yan Silin was getting close to him, and the huge penis that did not belong to him entered him little by little. At a certain moment, Yan Silin suddenly straightened his waist, allowing him to enter Su Qianyu completely and thoroughly. The crystal water thread was the crystallization of their desire, and the huge penis was like a symbol of their desire. Su Qianyu hadn't experienced this kind of pain and the desire that hadn't been experienced for a long time seemed to have no boundaries. All the memories that belonged to him and Yan Silin were sealed and opened at this moment, like a torrential rain, covering Su Qianyu's whole body. The instant pain and pleasure drowned the two of them like a wave. Su Qianyu raised his head, and at the moment he cried out, Yan Silin put the finger he took out of his body into Su Qianyu's mouth, and a low and lustful voice sounded. He only said: "Lick." There was a hint of dominance and desire in his voice, and the finger inserted into his mouth was like his possession of Su Qianyu. Su Qianyu felt that his whole body seemed to be on fire, and so did Yan Silin. The two people who got together on the first day of the reunion did not feel anything wrong. The physical fit was innate, as if Yan Silin could easily find Su Qianyu's sensitive point, making Su Qianyu cry and ask him to slow down. Thunder rumbled outside the window, and they just felt like they wanted to die on each other. The burning feeling was as if the flame of their desire was burning, and the touch of that sensitive point was like the fuse of their desire. Su Qianyu floats and sinks in desire. Every moment of their intercourse, all of Su Qianyu's desire is dominated by Yan Silin. He feels Yan Silin's unbearable panting and burning heat, all because of him. They belong to each other. The feeling of floating and sinking is like the tide of their desire, and the dominant desire is like the bond of their desire. Su Qianyu's tears wet the pillow, blending with the smell of Yan Silin, making Su Qianyu feel that they are also, even though he never saw Yan Silin's face from beginning to end, and he never got a kiss from Yan Silin. But making love is not bad, Su Qianyu thought, at least there is the word love. The wet pillow seems to be the desire and helplessness in his heart, and the word love is like the hope in his heart. When Yan Silin finally ejaculated, Su Qianyu had nothing left to ejaculate with. By the time Yan Silin tied the condom and threw it into the trash can, Su Qianyu was covered in red marks and was so tired that he almost fell asleep.
The tired body seemed to be a witness of their desire, and the red mark seemed to be the mark of their desire. Until he heard the sound of tearing the packaging bag again. Su Qianyu looked at Yan Silin in disbelief. The latter had a calm face, and his majestic penis had already been raised high, making Su Qianyu open his mouth subconsciously. The incredulous eyes were his surprise at Yan Silin, and the raised penis seemed to be the continuation of their desire. Yan Silin once again pressed Su Qianyu's shoulders and turned him over. With the lubrication just now, he entered him smoothly. His calm voice was like a temptation: "I bought three boxes and I can't use them all." There was a hint of ridicule and temptation in his voice, and the action of pressing the shoulders was like his possession of Su Qianyu. Su Qianyu wanted to say that he could use it slowly, but it sounded like he really wanted to develop a long-term relationship with Yan Silin, and Yan Silin fucked him hard, hammering into Su Qianyu's body again and again, causing Su Qianyu's eyes to overflow with tears. He couldn't help but scream softly, mixed with crying, and occasionally bit his wrist when he couldn't bear it anymore, but the next second Yan Silin took his hand away, and said in his ear in a low-pitched voice with hot and scalding panting: "The soundproofing here is very good, you can scream louder." After that, there was another deep kiss, which made Su Qianyu scream out. Su Qianyu's whole body was pink, and the sound of his moans was very pleasant. The pink body seemed to be the flower of their desire, and the pleasant moans were like the music of their desire. When Su Qianyu could no longer resist the urge to sleep and fell asleep, his voice was completely hoarse. Yan Silin stroked Su Qianyu's smooth waist and lowered his head to kiss his earlobe as if rewarding him. The smooth waist seemed to be the tenderness of their desire, and the kiss seemed to be his love for Su Qianyu.
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