MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 53 Persistent

Two people sat by the lake in the park before the sun went down, Ling Lang put the bath water in, took Feng Hao's hand to carefully lead him into the bathroom, and was stopped when he wanted to undress him.

"I'll do it myself," he said in his mouth, but there was no further movement on his hand. Obviously, the subtext was to be avoided.

Ling Lang didn't understand why Feng Hao still insisted on taking a bath by himself until now. If there are any defects in his body, he would barely be justified. However, the flawless body of the other party was already exposed during the filming. The only reason was not explained. .

"Let me help you," Ling Lang said, going to unbutton his button again, and Feng Hao grabbed his hand.

"I said I can," he insisted.

Ling Lang was inexplicably a little emotional, "Your eyes are invisible, what if you fall?"

Feng Haowaner, "You can't help thinking about me too awkwardly. I can't see my eyes during this time, but I'm slowly getting used to using other senses. In fact, blind people are not as difficult as many healthy people think."

Ling Lang still disagrees, "What if the gauze gets wet with water, the doctor said that he can't see the water."

"I will be careful."

"But I'm not assured," Ling Lang's energy came up, "I won't leave if you rush me, I'll help you take a bath."

Feng Hao bowed his head and smiled, "Well, I won't drive you away."

He removed the hand that caught Lang Lang, with a tacit gesture.

Ling Lang unlocked the buttons one by one, Feng Hao's excellent figure gradually showed off, the muscle lines were soft and rigid, and the noble was like the sculpture of a medieval master. Even if it is full | naked, it does not show color | love, but it makes people Feeling sacred is inaccessible.

Ling Lang wanted to learn how Feng Hao could help him take a bath, but found that he couldn't do it calmly at all, and his clothes were quickly splashed with water splashes, which made his skin uncomfortable.

He simply undressed, and himself got into the bathtub, and looked at Feng Hao with a little surprise.

"Are you helping me take a bath or are you taking the opportunity to sexually harass your master?" Feng Haohan asked with a smile.

Ling Lang did not answer. His hand brushed Feng Hao's tight skin inch by inch. In addition to filming, he touched the other person's body for the first time. He finally knew where he had been dissatisfied, probably. This is called skin hunger.

At this moment, Ling Lang is very eager to be able to hug each other intimately without any fabric barrier.

When he realized that he had such an idea, he could not help but hug him. Feng Hao didn't push him away, and he hugged even harder. The two naked red hot bodies were tightly intertwined. , Friction with each other, ignite each other, from * to the soul, there is no longer any gap.

Ling Lang took the initiative to kiss Feng Hao's mouth, Feng Hao also kissed back. The two breathe staggered, their tongues and tongues are entangled, the features of each other are hidden in the rising water vapor, only the senses between the lips and teeth are extremely clear.

This tender tenderness is like water, lingering, and lingering Ling Lang. He poured all his emotions into this long kiss. After the kiss was over, both of them who were originally in the water vapor-filled environment were a little breathless. .

Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao seriously. His eyes were so hot that Feng Hao could feel it through layers of gauze. He raised his hand, stroked Ling Lang's face, and drew the outline of the other person in his heart, even though he looked so familiar, he could imagine it even if he lost his features.

Feng Hao just felt empty, Ling Lang seemed to be bowing his head. He only heard the sound of something entering the water, and then a soft organ against his top.

Ling Lang tightened his mouth tightly and sucked the master's sexuality into his mouth. Feng Hao felt only the most sensitive part of his body, entered a warm and compact environment, and a flexible little snake was in the hole. The inside was agitating, and the shivering thrill caused by the swimming.

After about tens of seconds, Feng Hao's body was suddenly released. Warm water re-wrapped him from all directions, and at the same time a fierce water sounded.

"You're crazy," Feng Hao reproached him with some pity, "you're not afraid of being bored."

Ling Lang was out of breath for nearly a minute, and now he was greedily breathing the limited oxygen around him. "It is said that when a person is on the verge of suffocation, there will become extra tight," he took another deep breath, The breathing slowly became even, "Master, don't you want to try it?"

Feng Hao was silent for a moment. "Since I was in trouble, you have become extra active. I hope this is not out of sympathy for me."

"I also sympathize with beggars and stray dogs on the side of the road, but I will not do this to them," Ling Lang countered. Not used to it. "

Feng Hao smiled, "Did I not be gentle with you before?"

"Perhaps it is usually the case, but at this time, you have long put my head in the water."

Feng Hao laughed out loud with him, "So are you complaining that I am usually too harsh on you, or am I being too kind to you now?"

Before Ling Lang answered, Feng Hao leaned back, "Well, whatever you want."

Ling Lang took a deep breath, and then pierced his head into the water, imitating what he had just before. Holding the top of Feng Hao and sucking the whole organ into the mouth, he swung his head up and down. It was necessary to tightly contract the mouth to prevent water from overflowing. Also, we must prevent ourselves from being caught. This time, we also persisted for more than 40 seconds before releasing the other party to the surface again.

Ling Lang repeated the same process more than ten times, because the response time was short, and each time was shorter than the last one. He only felt that oxygen was becoming insufficient and his mind became drowsy due to prolonged hypoxia. There is an illusion in progress.

He dived into the water for the Nth time, and this time he only changed his breath, because from his experience, he knew that Feng Hao was about to arrive, and he couldn't do a big move in the water, so he had to fully use his tongue. Stimulate each other's sensitive areas as much as possible.

Ling Lang couldn't hold his breath, he was going to take another breath and make his last effort, but when he looked up, a huge force held down his back of the brain, leaving him motionless, The yang | thing in his own rhythm, pumping quickly in his mouth | sent.

Ling Lang only felt that the last trace of oxygen slowly withdrew from the body, the air bubbles rose on the cheeks, and the consciousness betrayed himself a little, the blood vessels of the brain began to swell, and the heart seemed to jump up there, beating vigorously in the brain However, the place where the heart was originally filled scared him because of the emptiness.

He felt that he was going to die, and he began to struggle frantically, but he could not defeat Feng Hao's power. They all said that the dying man could burst out amazing power. He didn't know where Feng Hao had such great strength, and he could hold him alone. Controlled, does he just think that he has exhausted his energy, but there is no full resistance in the subconscious?

Ling Lang's limbs were getting softer and weaker. Just when he thought the soul was about to abandon him, the pressure on his head suddenly disappeared, his instinct drove him out of the water, and he was breathing like a piece of water fish.

"Have you played yet?" Feng Hao's voice from above his head became cold again.

Ling Lang bowed his head, and there was a kind of pseudo-high | depression after his tide. He shook his head weakly, and immediately remembered that the other party couldn't see it, and added, "Don't play."

Feng Hao's cold voice mixed with an imperceptible smile, "Don't you still want me to experience the back of you when you're on the verge of suffocation?"

"I ... when I didn't say it?"

Feng Hao said, "Jun has no jokes."

"The emperor has abdicated," Ling Lang looked up, and a "bad" popped out of his mouth. Only then was his movement too large, and the gauze covering Feng Hao's eyes inevitably splashed with water.

Feng Hao certainly understood what he meant, "That's why I won't let you bath me."

Ling Lang was full of guilt. "I'll re-enter you."

Feng Hao nodded. "It just happened that the water was too dirty, so I couldn't wash it anymore."

Ling Lang blushed, and he was a little grateful that Feng Hao had not been released in his mouth, otherwise he would have to be strangled to death because of the situation at the time. Order it out. "

The gauze on Feng Hao's eyes was untied layer by layer and fell to the ground. After so many days, Ling Lang's movements have become very skilled, no less inferior to professional nursing staff.

Soon Feng Hao's eyes were re-bandaged, and he reached out and touched, "If I don't take this one day, I probably can't get used to it for a while."

"You will be fine," Ling Lang said firmly.

Feng Hao also laughed, "I hope so."

Ling Lang helped Feng Hao to the bed, and when he saw his lips, the conditioned reflex reminded him of the kiss. The sweet feeling still haunted him, and he couldn't help but step forward and kissed him.

He must admit that Feng Hao's eyes were invisible, but he was given courage in the real world. If it is unusual, he has no such courage. With only one look, Feng Hao can make him tremble from the bottom of his heart, even burned. When Feng Hao's eyes were covered, the sense of oppression was reduced a lot, and kissing and hugging became a breeze.

Feng Hao's palm slowly slid over him, and finally inevitably came to a place where he had already looked up because of *, "My puppy is in estrus again," Ling Lang acknowledged, and the hug of the bathroom before it was a primer and a kiss was Catalyst, asphyxiation experience also plays an important role in it.

"Do you want your host to help you shed fire?"

Ling Lang nodded conditionedly and then reacted. This time, he simply expressed it in a more direct way, smashing his body into Feng Hao's body.

"Go and bring your collar."

Feng Hao refers to the special collar worn by Ling Lang | the one with stainless steel bells, since the beginning of the night, whenever Feng Hao enters his body, he must wear this collar, usually Feng Hao Take it, this is the first time that Lang Lang has picked it up.

The collar was handed to Feng Hao. He moved it. The bell on the top clanged. I do n’t know if it had been listening for a long time when it was inserted. Conditional reflections occurred. As soon as Ling Lang heard this sound, the following automatically Clear fluid is secreted.

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"That's all right, your next mobile number?"

"7."

"Just right," Feng Hao paused. "Have you ever played the game of counting seven?"

Ling Lang shook his head and said, "No."

"The rules are simple. When you count to seven or a multiple of seven, don't say it," Feng Hao clasped his waist again. "Come, try it."

Ling Lang followed Feng Hao's action again and moved up and down, whispering in his mouth, "One, two, three, four, five, six ..." Feng Hao made a heavy top, Ling Lang exclaimed, "Ah ... "

"That's it," Feng Hao applauded, "you'll come later, don't stop."

Ling Lang continued to count, "Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Haha, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen ..."

"No seventeen, start counting from scratch."

Ling Lang returned to the number one. The action under 胯 | was lighter and heavier, and lighter and heavier as the number changed. The counting sound and the groan alternated, accompanied by the sound of the bell trembling in the room. Ringing ...