She cried very sadly and hard, with such intensity that it was as if she wanted to cry out her heart, lungs, and heart and lay them on the ground in front of him for him to take a look at.
Ling Yansen didn't expect her misunderstanding to be so deep. He just couldn't see her like this. He wanted her. He admitted this. However, she took the initiative to take off her clothes in front of him and stepped forward to kiss her. Everything had already happened.
Out of his control, when he looked at her like this, it was as if he was watching her tear herself apart, tearing apart bones and flesh. Every time her cold lips touched his body, he felt pain.
If this continues, he thinks he will die in her hands.
"Ah Wu, you misunderstood."
"Ling Yansen, you are so inhuman! You are so inhuman. Tell me, what do you want? To do it or not to do it? On the sofa or in bed? Or, if you don't like women who take the initiative, then I will lie on the ground like a
Just lie down like a naked dead fish, okay?"
Her highly sarcastic words hurt his self-esteem again. Yes, everything that was going on now was the result of his cruel and forceful threats to her.
Ling Yansen clenched his fists and finally gave up. Since he couldn't have an extremely tender and gentle affair, then hurt her just hurt her. Anyway, she would only hate her more deeply. Her fierceness was like an untamed fierceness.
Ma, only by hurting her, only by occupying her, can he get her and quench his thirst for lovesickness.
He rushed toward her like crazy, raised his iron arms, and held her completely in his arms. Once he picked her up, her light body was under his control. He picked her up, threw her on the bed, and leaned over her.
The bed is king-size, high-end and soft, and the layout is still the same three years ago. The quilt is spread flat under the body and is very soft.
From left to right, the color of the pillowcase on the left is almost dark yellow. It can be seen that it is a little dirty. It has not been washed for a long time, and the fabric has turned yellow.
Ling Yansen saw her tilting her head up and turning her eyes to stare at the pillow. While he danced on her cold skin with his thin lips, he kept murmuring, regardless of whether she wanted to listen or not, "On that pillow
With your scent, I have not allowed my servants to wash it after you left, for fear of losing your scent. It's funny to say that I, Ling Yansen, have whatever I want, but there are many things in this world that I can't get.
Or, something you have, but once lost, can never be restored, just like my life. Ah Wu... you probably never knew that your fragrance is like my life, and I treat it like this."
Qingwu felt his smart tongue raising goosebumps one after another on her skin. She was lying like a naked dead fish, not moving at all. No matter how gentle he was and how lovingly he touched her, she
Like a newly unearthed mummy, there is nothing else except the thick dusty air.
Ling Yansen sighed and rubbed his lips against the crook of her neck, like a lost lamb looking for a harbor to cling to, but everything he touched was cold, colder than his wet palms.
"Ah Wu, look at me. We are doing the most intimate thing in the world. We should be looking at each other, instead of being cold, perfunctory, and as desperate as if we were carrying out an execution."
Qingwu raised her head and looked at his melancholy eyes buried between her breasts. There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were very clear, but her body was trembling no matter where it was. The temperature in the room was not low, even if it was
Even if she was naked, she wouldn't be so cold. Ling Yansen thought, the only explanation is... she hates his touch.
Is she disgusted with him to this extent?
Then he is really being sentimental.
"Ling Yansen, I'm really in a hurry. Can you skip the foreplay that you've done with most women and get right to the point? Once you're done, I'll be able to see a lot more of you."
"Ah Wu, don't do this."
He frowned, but in an almost humble arc, he begged her pitifully, begging her to give him some tenderness, even if it was just pretending. He regretted it now, regretting that he should not have used Duoduo as a threat to her.
He had reaped the consequences of the conditions, and the noise from below gave him a headache. If he really gave in temporarily, he would be shamelessly reluctant to let her go, and to have her.
Therefore, this complicated matter is destined to end in mutual harm.
She opened a pair of temperatureless eyes, nothing, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head, which was covered with a layer of transparent reflective metal glass. They were doing all the dirty things, every detail.
The ground poured into her fragile eyes, and tears became wet.
Of course, she could also see his sad and painful eyes. It wasn't that she didn't want to help him. After all, he was her ex-husband. They had done such intimate things before. But, Ling Yansen, please forgive me for that scene three years ago.
Destruction, I have become an empty shell. You can take it if you want, and you can do whatever you want, but don't expect any reaction from me, and don't be confused by any of my extreme and crazy actions.
I'm just afraid and my body's instinctive resistance is all.
Qingwu closed her eyes, and the wetness lingered between the slender and thick eyelashes. The light reflected the water stains, showing a cold arc, and squirmed back and forth on it, just like her empty fear that could not be stopped.
and sadness.
In the end, Ling Yansen still obeyed the dominance of desire.
This body that she thought of day and night was lying underneath him. If he didn't want her, that meant he had some kind of disease.
After just kissing, caressing, and fully comforting her, she started to react differently. She began to resist fiercely and scream. She didn't even look at him with her pointed nails. She grabbed any part of his body.
He began to scratch hard, and soon, the skin and flesh spread out, revealing shocking blood stains.
Ling Yansen endured the pain, looked into her blind eyes, and kissed her tears away bit by bit, but she just resisted, shouting vaguely for help, don't touch her, let her go, and other strange words.
He felt that something was wrong with her, and his lower body was buried in her hole, making a loud noise. He suppressed his hoarse voice and asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong? Ah Wu?"
Qingwu, however, seemed to be awake, staring at him in panic. Her tears were blurry and flowed into a wide river on her face. Her eyes changed from frightening black to helpless pale. So helpless, she returned to the dead silence before.
, did not look at him, just shook his head, his voice sounded closer to dying, and waved his pale hand, "Nothing, you continue."
Ling Yansen had been tortured by desire for a long time and was about to die. He had no time to think carefully about what was wrong with her.
He was slightly relieved, pinched her slender waist with his big hand, and supported himself with the other hand, rubbing her dry and closed hole back and forth, trying to make her wet, but he tried hard
a long time, but
Seeing her increasingly impatient expression, he became disheartened, closed his eyes, and finally attacked the city in the meanest way.
The process was so fast that Qingwu almost suffocated.
Terrified, she screamed, raised her head, and stared in despair. She would have to relive her nightmare tonight about what that ugly taxi driver did to her that night three years ago...
…
only……
It seemed that there was something wrong. The feeling was wonderful. She was in pain. Ling Yansen's organ was too big. She had always known this. When he rushed in, it was like he forcibly opened her tight space. But
It was indeed different. It felt like a foreign body, but not so repulsive. She calmed down, felt his powerful presence, and grabbed his arm to prevent him from moving.
She couldn't tell. Although the devastating memory of three years ago was deep in her mind, she was unwilling to recall the specific details, and they had long been blurred. However, she came to an absurd conclusion. This feeling now was the same as that of the man who occupied Dan Nian.
The feeling when she came in was completely different. She couldn't tell what was different, but it was different. It seemed that when the man rushed into her body at that time, all she felt was something hard, but now, her body
But Ling Yansen's thing was bouncing faintly, with a scalding temperature...
Ling Yansen was in pain.
Qingwu grabbed his arm and dug her nails deeply into his flesh. This bone-eroding stimulation made his lower body swell even more, but she didn't let him move, and he didn't move easily either. He just stayed there.
, kissing her tenderly and wiping away her tears that kept falling.
One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes.
In the end, he completely defeated his power.
Frowning and holding back, beads of sweat dripping from his face, he twisted a ferocious face and roared harshly. He could no longer suppress it and maintained that posture. It felt like meat skewered on a barbecue, with flames burning underneath.
, cardiopulmonary failure.
"Ah Wu... Huh... Ah Wu, I... I can't help it anymore..." Before he could finish his words, he started to move like crazy as if he couldn't hold back the urge to urinate.
But what made him want to die was that after just a few seconds, his unsatisfactory brother hurriedly completed its mission and shot. It weakened at the speed of a rocket. Soon, under the lubrication of the turbid white liquid,
She slid out of Qingwu's deep hole. At the entrance of the hole, Ling Yansen was unwilling to give in and was still rubbing hard. He wanted to get hard quickly and then rush in to show off his strength, but there was no reaction at all. His cock didn't react at all.
It was hanging weakly, swaying gracefully in the air, as if singing some kind of extremely lazy jazz music in a low voice, like a dead silkworm baby, hanging pitifully.
Shoot.
He actually cummed after less than twenty moves. Damn it.
There are only a handful of humiliating premature ejaculations in life, which are glorious and gorgeous, staged at the right time and fiercely.
This is obviously a great shame for Ling Yansen, a shame that he has never tasted since his life. Oh my God! He doesn't want to live anymore. He hasn't touched a woman in three years, and every time he makes love, he uses his right hand.
He hurriedly pretended to be cool and got over it hastily, but as soon as he touched her, damn it, he actually ejaculated early...
Cio!fuck!shit!
God, who is dissatisfied with his desires, should he be abused like this!
[The god of dissatisfaction is here, squinting at a man with premature ejaculation at 45 degrees. He must abuse you like this, Jiang Zi, so that girls with high and low cholesterol can get a balance, so that their brains will not be starved by them.
It’s the same as tearing down a house. Whoosh, feel aggrieved. If you can’t help but feel aggrieved, feel aggrieved. If you really can’t do it, throw yourself into daddy’s arms. Daddy will use his body to comfort you, my dear~]