Chapter 2

"Fuck you! I've been interrogated ten times and eight times! I said that I didn't see anyone stealing steel bars during the patrol! You're still interrogating me! He bullied me as a construction worker! Damn! Lao Tzu despises the little white face sitting in the office the most! He's just a bitch, hesitant, and he wants to deduct Lao Tzu's salary! Fuck his father!"

When he was about to start work after the afternoon break, a strong man who came out of the humble office returned to the simple work shed and threw his hard hat on the table, then yelled and screamed, beating the chest muscles of the vest. Showing off that he is a pure man, so he will not be like the little white face of the office gang who can only talk and does not do it.

"Fuck his father again, is a man's asshole better than a woman's?" A worker who was playing poker asked rudely while drawing out a big ghost.

"Stop!" The strong man deeply disapproved, "Brother Xiong said, a man who fucks a girl with his mouth will only bully weak girls. He is not a real man. He is a coward. If he wants to fuck him, he will show his real skills to fuck other people's fathers and brothers. This is the real man and the real man!"

Although the strong man was tall and strong, he was still in his early twenties, and he was still young. The facial features on his face were not fully open like those of the men in their thirties, let alone their wretched expressions.

"Hey, what's the big deal? He's just a retired soldier, and he doesn't work as a security guard at the construction site like us."

The big ghost was blown away by the opposite door, and the worker was full of temper, and immediately sprayed fire on the strong man's body.

The straight-hearted strong man despises the contempt of others towards brother Xiong the most. Without even thinking about it, he swung his fist down. How could a village's friendship from small to large make an outsider look down on his brother Xiong casually?

The rules of the construction site do not allow people to fight. If the person next to the fight does not fight, the salary will be deducted, and it is not worth fighting for such a trivial matter.

"Brother Xiong is taller than you and more handsome than you. The woman who cooks you is not happy every time you pretend to have more meals than you. If you have the ability, you are taller than brother Xiong and more handsome than brother Xiong. How dare you look down on my brother Xiong with the appearance of a turtle grandson that no one wants to do with your ass? Brother Xiong's dick looks better than your face!"

These words are unbearable. Speaking of a man is not as good as two taels of flesh on the crotch, whoever listens to it will be angry, the strong man's voice just fell, he heard a scream and hugged his head, and the thick big palm landed on his head with a slap.

"Ow! Brother Xiong! Take it lightly! I'm going to blow my head off!" He dared to fight with anyone on the construction site, but he didn't dare to fight with brother Xiong. If he came home, if the old lady knew about it, she would chase him around the village with a feather duster.

"What are you talking about?" The man known as Brother Xiong was taller than a strong man. He was 1.9 meters tall and had to bow his head to get in. His bronze skin and firm muscles were outlined by a black vest. There is a line, the helmet is properly worn on the head, and the steps are calm and powerful, but the footsteps are silent, no one knows when he entered the shed.

"If you don't make trouble for a day, your skin will be itchy, do you want me to tighten it for you?" Brother Xiong vigorously rubbed the strong man's Korean hairstyle that he had just trimmed and dyed yesterday.

"Brother Xiong, I was wrong!"

Brother Xiong just let go of his hair, "Da Wei, I haven't seen you for five days and your hair has changed from yellow to red. When will you be able to turn black?"

Da Wei flicked his bangs dashingly, and said proudly, "Brother Xiong, It's wine red, and it's popular now. Haven't you seen all the handsome men on the street now perming my hairstyle and dyeing my color? I originally wanted to dye a gradient color, but then I dyed it in wine red, lest my mother nags me when I go home."

Brother Xiong smiled funny, "Fortunately, you didn't dye it into a chameleon, otherwise, I would see you with a colorful head every day, and I would not be able to help escort you to the barbershop to dye it back to black."

Da Wei touched his red hair and muttered: "I don't want to be like you, brother Xiong, every day with a stubby head that can stab people to death. It's too old-fashioned."

Brother Xiong deeply feels that the aesthetics of young people nowadays are more and more incomprehensible to him, but he has to pursue the beauty of a small white face with all the tendon and flesh. When did masculine beauty become outdated?

"Okay, stop being narcissistic, go back to the dormitory with me, my aunt asked me to bring something for you." Brother Xiong nodded to the other colleagues in the shed, with a kind smile on his simple and honest face, he took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed it to everyone, "Everyone knows Da Wei's explosive temper. We all work together. If you don't see it when you look up, don't take it to heart."

A pack of cigarettes disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Da Wei felt distressed. Brother Xiong gave out all the good cigarettes, so he quickly grabbed the last one, "Brother Xiong, what did my mother bring me? Take me back to the dormitory."

"Oh."

Throwing the cigarette case into the trash can, brother Xiong left the work shed. Da Wei glared at the person who had provoked him. Just after leaving the construction site, brother Xiong slapped his head again.

"It's useless to stare at him. If you hurt someone, you have to lose money. When will your kid's head open up?" Brother Xiong frowned and continued to teach: "At night when no one is there, I will take you to beat him up. He can't see who beat him up. You can see him being dumb the next morning. I promise you will feel better than you beat him in front of people."

"Okay, I'll go with brother Xiong." Da Wei nodded.

Halfway through the intersection, brother Xiong glanced at the parking spot on the opposite side of the road, a black car whose brand name could not be seen by ordinary people, and seemed to ask casually, "As soon as I entered the construction site, I heard everyone saying that the steel bars on the construction site have been stolen in the past two days. Has the prisoner been found?"

When he heard this, Da Wei became angry, "I didn't find it. The general manager surnamed Rong sent someone to check, but he couldn't find any problems. I heard from the big guy that the construction site was not lost. It was the general manager surnamed Rong who started to toss again. How many rules have to be tossed, and every time the toss is finished, the bottom workers of our gang are unlucky."

After Da Wei finished speaking, he sighed deeply, as if he saw that rule that he would abide by in the future.

Brother Xiong looked inscrutable and patted him on the shoulder, "He is very cunning. As soon as he takes the position of general manager, he will raise the wages of the lower-level workers and increase the benefits. If you want to leave but are reluctant to leave, you can only continue to stay and let him toss and work honestly."

Da Wei felt the same way.

Such a general manager makes people love and hate! Brother Xiong thought to himself, when passing the car, he couldn't help but look at the driver's seat and see that there was no one there.

The car seems to have been parked for two nights. The dust has fallen so thick, that if you don't drive away, at least send someone to drive the car away, right?

Brother Xiong frowned more and more tightly.

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The theft of steel bars is just an excuse, just to find the suspect, dare to rape Ronghua's heir in Ronghua's territory, that will not be an ordinary person, Rong Baiwen doesn't expect this excuse to find the suspect, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not let it go.

He simulated the image of punishing the pervert again and again in his mind. He could not wait to kill this daring pervert. Death could let him out, but it couldn't make up for his lost self-esteem. He also wanted this pervert to bear his humiliation at the time, crying and begging without dignity under the man's crotch.

He was already ready to break the bank, and he wouldn't let that pervert feel so free.

Rong Baiwen's face was pale, his head was dizzy, and the low-grade fever that could not go away made Rong Baiwen's face pale.

He didn't dare to call a family doctor, he hid alone outside, there was no one else in the cold bedroom except his breathing, no one cared about him, and even the blanket was cold.

He hasn't shown up at the company for two days, and his only relatives haven't made a phone call so far. Maybe the important meeting in the afternoon finds out that he is absent, and then he will be angry at him for being late.

Even if it was an angry rebuke, he looked forward to his father's phone call.

Between half-dreaming and half-awake, I don't know how long time has passed, as if time has become nothingness, even if I open my eyes, there is a vast expanse of white in front of me.

Suddenly, the melodious ringtone of the mobile phone broke the silence of nothingness. Rong Baiwen pressed the answer button in a dazed way, with a tone of habitual caution: "Dad..."

The hoarse and unpleasant voice was full of thick nasal sounds, and when it reached the ear, the other party did not speak, and only a slight breathing sound could be heard through the microphone.

Rong Baiwen was already accustomed to his father's indifference to him, but when he rarely made a phone call without saying a word, Rong Baiwen felt uncomfortable, "Dad, I'm not feeling well..."

After Rong Baiwen said a half sentence, he couldn't speak any longer. He only felt his brain was burning hot, his vision was dazed, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

"Where are you? I'll find you."

Dad's voice doesn't seem to be that young, well, he likes the concern in "Dad"'s tone, it's very warm.

After reporting the address, Rong Baiwen hugged the phone and smiled secretly.

Rong Baiwen, who was confused, vaguely felt a big hand covering his forehead to check his temperature, and then vaguely heard the sound of boiling water, and someone came to him with a water basin.

The man lifted him. A strong arm half wrapped around him, coaxing him to swallow the antipyretic, and kissing his face rewardingly, he couldn't see the man's appearance, but he knew that the man had a broad and thick chest and hard chest muscles.

After that person coaxed him to take the medicine, he helped him wipe the sweat off his body and put on his pajamas. He couldn't help but slumped into the other party's arms and absorbed the other party's heat.

"Dad..." He didn't know if his father's embrace in his memory was also so warm, the faint masculine smell smelled of sweat, and his little cleanliness told him that he should reject it, but his heart couldn't help, and his cheeks kept rubbing against each other's chest.

"Brother Xiong." The other party covered the slipped ice towel again, straightened his head, put him on his lap, and corrected his name softly.

"Wu..." Rong Baiwen turned over dishonestly, his face was facing the other's lower abdomen, and his lips just touched the hard object between the crotch.

Staring at the bulging part of the crotch, Rong Baiwen slowly approached, stuck out his tongue, licked a small sip across the crotch, raised his eyes, and called out in a sweet tone that would never be possible at ordinary times: "Brother Xiong."

There's something wrong with this look!

It's not just wrong, it's just so good it makes people ticklish!

Brother Xiong picked up the thermometer on the bedside table to disinfect it and then shook it. He originally wanted to stuff it into Rong Baiwen's armpit, but Rong Baiwen didn't cooperate and was more difficult than a child.

Brother Xiong had no choice, and said in a coaxing tone, "Open your mouth." He had never coaxed anyone in his life, and he contributed all to Rong Baiwen.

Rong Baiwen buried his face under his crotch, his burning red cheeks rubbed the bulging part vaguely, and his lips seemed to touch the zipper, "I don't want a thermometer, I want you."

Rong Baiwen said that while kissing the bulging part, although it didn't feel so hot through the crotch, this poking effort made the man who had tasted the sweetness feel hot all over.

Brother Xiong wanted to break open Rong Baiwen's face, but Rong Baiwen stubbornly bit the metal zipper and held Brother Xiong's hand with both hands.

The low-waisted jeans couldn't stand the tossing of the two of them, only a thorn sound was heard, the zipper was pulled down, Rong Baiwen showed a proud look at brother Xiong, and his mouth was kissed directly to the underwear.

Although the thin panties covered and bound the huge cock, he could still feel his lips kiss the cock. Rong Baiwen stared straight at the huge shape that almost burst his panties after a kiss.

Brother Xiong thought that his willpower had already been exercised to the point where he could control himself, but Rong Baiwen's kiss on his underwear made him swell uncontrollably.

But Rong Baiwen was having a fever. He was not ready to take advantage of the danger. With a calm look, he was about to pull up the zipper, but Rong Baiwen was one step ahead of him, grabbing the snaps above the zipper with both hands, raising his eyes, and a seductive sweet smile appeared on his obedient face: "Brother Xiong, use your with a stick to take my temperature."

Brother Xiong looked into his eyes, his lower body swelled to the point of pain, and his cock jumped.

This person is different from the Rong Baiwen he has seen. As the heir of Ronghua, Rong Baiwen is so perfect that people can't pick out the slightest fault. He will always look like a noble son, elegant and decent, without the impetuousness of young people.

At this time, Rong Baiwen pleasingly looked at him, his hair was messy, the first button of the pajamas was opened at an unknown time, and the loose neckline revealed a large expanse of well-trained chest muscles.

Brother Xiong swept over the red and swollen flat nipples on his chest and wanted to use his meat stick to crush the nipples and play with the nipples until they were congested and swollen.

"Brother Xiong..." Rong Baiwen moved his face. His fingers didn't use much effort to open the button, his handsome face was pressed against his panties, and he rubbed the huge shape of the cock under his panties. The tip of his tongue licked the elastic band of his panties. The abdominal muscles under the elastic band were so hard, with thick pubic hair.

Rong Baiwen was fascinated by the strong aura emanating from the masculine and rough male body, and his chaotic mind was full of longing for this body to give him more warmth and ease the anxiety in his heart.

He bit a few pubic hairs and pulled them gently, rubbed the man's heavy male organ with both hands, pinched it intoxicated, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Fuck! Are you courting death?" Brother Xiong picked up the slipped ice towel and put it on Rong Baiwen's forehead, hoping that the ice problem would make Rong Baiwen calm down, at least his head is clearer, and if it goes on like this, even if he doesn't want to fuck people, he can't help but fuck Rong Baiwen's mouth.

The ice towel was placed on Rong Baiwen's forehead and immediately slid down. Brother Xiong kept pressing it with his hands and even pushed Rong Baiwen's head a few inches away from his waist and abdomen, and immediately a few pubic hairs were bitten off by Rong Baiwen.

The confused Rong Baiwen made him want to do him on the spot, and he felt sorry for his body, so he pushed Rong Baiwen off the bed immediately. Rong Baiwen grasped his jeans tightly and didn't let go, biting the elastic band of his underwear with his mouth and pulling them down.

The panties were pulled down a little, and the thick pubic hair and the protruding cock were exposed. Rong Baiwen kissed and kissed the roots of the pubic hair and the cock, and asked expectantly while kissing: "Brother Xiong, do you like it?"

The soft lips kissed his belly and the base of his cock, so that brother Xiong began to breathe quickly. If Rong Baiwen asked him in an awake state, he would answer that he liked it. This awake state is to torture him and make him unable to start.

"Baby, I'll like it more if you don't kiss it anymore." Brother Xiong replied slowly.

"I'll make you like me." Rong Baiwen raised his eyebrows confidently, but the elastic band slowly pulled down his panties, his eyes staring at the cock that gradually appeared in full view.

The elastic band slid over the head of the penis, Rong Baiwen loosened his mouth and leaned over his face, so that the meat cock was afraid of hitting him in the face. His fair face, dyed with fever and flushing, rubbed the round and large penis head. Smelling the smell of the head of the penis, he stretched out his tongue and licked off the sap overflowing from the mouth of the bell.

So thick, so hard, so hot, he never knew that there was such a beautiful thing in this world, thicker, longer than him, harder than him. He closed his eyes and kissed the man's huge penis in adoration, the obsession on his face was clear, the genitalia between his legs raised his head emotionally with his kiss, and a trace of itchiness crawled across the back.

"Baby..." Brother Xiong held Rong Baiwen's face and slowly raised his face, his watery eyes showed confusion, and half of his lips were stained with body fluid, "Now is not a good time to play with fire. If you set fire to me again, it will ruin you."

Touching the body fluid at the corner of Rong Baiwen's mouth, brother Xiong tried his best to persuade him gently, but Rong Baiwen didn't listen. The mouth of the bell opened and closed slightly, Rong Baiwen stabbed the tip of his tongue into the mouth of the bell, and the meat cock suddenly jumped up, and the whole meat cock throbbed even more as if the thick juice was about to erupt.

Rong Baiwen bent the corners of his mouth, his already outstanding handsome face were dyed with a bit of lustful ambiguousness, and his voice, which had become unpleasant because of the fever, was also full of seductive hoarseness: "It jumps, it likes me to kiss it, don't you like it? "

Brother Xiong found that his saliva was secreting very fast, especially the sexually stimulating picture in front of him made him have to swallow the saliva. The thick and protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, Rong Baiwen narrowed his eyes, put his hands on Brother Xiong's thighs, propped himself up, and raised his head under Brother Xiong's chin.

Brother Xiong thought he was going to kiss himself, but when the lips came close, the warm lips came close to his neck, kissed his Adam's apple with soft but thin lips, and then licked it lingeringly, and then ran down his neck. Upward and densely kissing the chin, whether it is the man's beard that just came out or the man's thick lips, they are all kissed and rubbed gently one by one.

He was so shocked that he couldn't tell. It turned out that the treasure he forcibly possessed also had a gentle day, and he wouldn't wave his claws and shout at him.

The cock stood upright at Rong Baiwen, it was too bad, it was a test of his firm mind and unyielding will!

Brother Xiong looked at his nose and heart and looked straight over Rong Baiwen, but he didn't look at Rong Baiwen. Rong Baiwen seized his lifeblood and called again in a soft tone that should not exist: "Brother Xiong."

Brother Xiong wanted to cover his face, don't use such a sissy, but he abnormally didn't feel sissy, and he called him Brother Xiong in a very impulsive tone. If he called him a few more times, the little "Brother Xiong" below him would turn into a violent beast.

Rong Baiwen had no idea of ​​the man's struggle at this time. His fingers did not simply "pull out the radish". Instead, he wrapped the man's glans with his palms. The man's glans were very large and hot. There were no calluses on his hands, only the tips of his index and middle fingers had calluses, and his palms did not hurt the man's bell mouth.

Rong Baiwen liked the feeling of his palm wrapping the cock, rubbing the head of the penis in circles, occasionally letting the head of the penis go through the tiger's mouth, tightening the coronal groove, and letting the cock vibrate vigorously in his hand, his fingertips provocative. The blue veins that have been scraped one by one make the cock even bigger and more hideous.

But he prefers Brother Xiong's more depressed face. The more disordered his breathing, the more obsessed he kissed Brother Xiong's rough face and licked off the sweat beads that Brother Xiong had oozing out.

The taste of sweat on the tip of his tongue told him that it was very delicious, and he almost shivered and continued to lick Brother Xiong's sweat.

He is addicted. Whether it is the body or the soul, it seems that he has once surrendered to this pure male breath. There is a voice in his heart telling him that he should not surrender to the crotch of the same male. This is against ethics, but he can't stand this wonderful taste, even if It doesn't matter if the master of the breath orders him to spread his legs and dodge.

He became strange. Obviously, without touching him, he became hard. The head of his penis kept flowing. He wouldn't be able to flow so much before, but when he touched Brother Xiong's cock, licked his sweat, and smelled Brother Xiong's breath, he became hard. It didn't look like he was poking Brother Xiong's meat cock through his pajamas.

Rong Baiwen grabbed Brother Xiong's hand and put it between his legs, "Brother Xiong, touch me."

His wide palms suddenly wrapped around the bulging crotch, and he pinched it with his five fingers. Rong Baiwen hummed comfortably, "Brother Xiong, pinch me again."

As he spoke, he raised his waist and straightened Brother Xiong's palm.

"Take off your trousers." This saucy hit Brother Xiong's bones, and he gave another order.

Rong Baiwen twisted and took off his pajama pants. When taking off his panties, he glanced at Brother Xiong with shy eyes, and then hooked the elastic bands on both sides of the waist of the panties, twisting his round buttocks a little bit and taking off the panties.

Brother Xiong looked at him while taking off his panties, his long legs swaying, his sexy white ass round and crumpled sheets, but the genitalia between the legs was a lustful red flesh, in sharp contrast with the fair complexion, full of juice. The glans dripping transparent mucus.

Brother Xiong fiddled with the lustful thing with his rough fingers, "It's so wet, do you want me to touch you so much?"

Rong Baiwen nodded pantingly, the genitalia between his legs swayed his head, and his scrotum swelled, "It likes Brother Xiong to touch."

"Don't you like it?" Brother Xiong asked.

"I like it... I like it... uh..." The man's fingers flicked his cock, Rong Baiwen couldn't help moaning, and pleaded with a slightly crying voice: "Brother Xiong, don't play with it, it will break it... ah, it hurts... don't play..."

"Then I'll lick it." This soft emphasis seduced the man's desire, and Brother Xiong knew that he had turned bad.

"Wu..." Rong Baiwen nodded aggrievedly, like a little daughter-in-law.

With this aggrieved look and this aggrieved expression, Brother Xiong felt that he was going to change into a beast like his name, and wanted to use his big meat stick to stab Rong Baiwen even more aggrieved.

Don't become a beast at a critical moment!

Poke... Don't poke... Poke... Don't poke...

His mind was full of "poke" and "no poke", Brother Xiong held back his cock so much that his cock was about to explode, and Rong Baiwen, like his daughter-in-law, whispered, "I'll lick it for you too."

Brother Xiong, whose brain circuit has turned between "poke" or "no poke", finally no longer has to worry about the problem that short-circuits his brain.

Brother Xiong opened Rong Baiwen's thighs, kissed him hard on his cock, and then picked him up without the slightest effort, and the two rolled on the big bed.

As soon as Rong Baiwen spread his legs and knelt on Brother Xiong's face, Brother Xiong opened his mouth to hold his genital, his warm mouth slackened and contracted to a degree, sucking Rong Baiwen down softly, his fair handsome face lying on the ground. Besides the meat cock, the thin red lips panted slightly, and his eyes looked at the energetic meat cock with a slightly blank look.

When he smelled the fishy smell of the cock and pressed the man's thick pubic hair on his face. With his irresistible impulse, the genitalia in Brother Xiong's mouth overflowed with more and more juice, he panted and licked the purple-red foreskin of the cock, and the tip of his tongue climbed up the coronal sulcus. He licked the head of his penis again, and the fleshy tendons below the mouth of the bell lingered.

Rong Baiwen, who had never done oral sex before, jerked, licked, sucked, and bitten. He held the place he couldn't reach with one hand and stroked the heavy scrotum of Brother Xiong with the other.

The thick and long cock is getting bigger and bigger. The fleshy glans was so hard that Rong Baiwen could hardly contain it. His mouth was so full that he couldn't even swallow the saliva. When his tongue moved, the saliva kept flowing out, making the meat stick wet.

Brother Xiong also tried his best to serve Rong Baiwen. He also opened the two fleshy buttocks with both hands to see if the small hole between the hidden buttocks was injured. The small hole that was ravaged by the big meat stick was slightly red and swollen and closed, looking pitiful.

Brother Xiong carefully touched the red and swollen little hole with his fingers, and the folds that closed again shivered. Brother Xiong felt distressed and decided to take good care of this little chrysanthemum.

Brother Xiong sucked and licked for a while. He spat out Rong Baiwen's genitalia a little reluctantly, the straight genital glistening with saliva, Brother Xiong licked and licked the glans of the genitalia, then licked the stems, and licked towards the small hole in the back.

The wet tongue slid across the scrotum and slowly licked the perineum between the root of the scrotum and the acupoint. Rong Baiwen suddenly groaned and panted.

"Uh... uh..." With the meat cock stuck in his mouth, Rong Baiwen lay down on Brother Xiong's body, unable to concentrate on licking the meat cock, he could only shake his full round butt to avoid Brother Xiong's tongue.

However, Brother Xiong's big hands grabbed his buttocks, so that he couldn't hide his tongue. Instead, he spread his legs and sent his butt to his face. A tongue licked from the perineum to the crevice, and the tip of the tongue touched the folds, the red and swollen folds. Slightly everted, it swelled into an unopened flesh-red little chrysanthemum, which shrank when the tip of the tongue touched it.

As soon as the small acupuncture point that didn't swell up touched the tongue, a strange tingling occurred, and it continued to itch into the intestines, and even the intestinal wall began to shrink and peristaltic-like a fold.

Brother Xiong slammed Rong Baiwen's buttocks hard so that his whole tongue could lick the shriveled pussy, the rough tongue coating licked the folds, and the folds contracted violently inward, Rong Baiwen arched his body sharply and shrank his butt to escape Brother Xiong's mouth.

Brother Xiong dragged his raised ass to his face. The tip of his tongue poked into the hollow between the folds, and Rong Baiwen, who couldn't escape, seemed to be strangled at the fatal point, his whole body was shaking, and he didn't even know that the cock slipped out of his mouth, and he begged with tears in his eyes: "Don't lick... Ah... I feel bad... Brother Xiong... don't lick..."

At this stage, how could Brother Xiong let him go easily? If he wants to lick him, he will lick him enough, to the point that his legs will be soft when he thinks of him.

Brother Xiong held his cock back into Rong Baiwen's mouth, and then said, "Lick me out and I'll stop licking your asshole."

"Um."

Faced with such a thick stick, Rong Baiwen wanted to see how it ejaculated. He tried to ignore Brother Xiong's tongue, but that tongue licked his most private part, no matter how he ignored it, he couldn't control his physical senses, and even vaguely hoped that the tongue could stab into his body and play with his intestinal wall.

Rong Baiwen felt a little shy about his lewd thoughts, he thought he moved his ass calmly, the man immediately moved his ass back to the original place, opened his mouth, and took a bite on the tip of his ass as punishment, "If you move any more, it will make your ass bloom!"

Rong Baiwen hummed aggrieved on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart, he licked the purple-red penis head, and when he saw the cock trembling, he licked again with joy.

Brother Xiong couldn't do anything like his kitten's licking, he straightened his waist up, and the cock directly pushed his lips into his mouth, almost making him unable to breathe.

Rong Baiwen held the body of the stick, his mouth contracted around the meat stick, and his tongue slid and licked on the glans, tickling the sensitive bell mouth.

Brother Xiong's rough tongue licked the edge of the hole, brushed the perineum, licked the root of the scrotum, and carefully licked Rong Baiwen's crotch as if he wanted to wet Rong Baiwen with his tongue.

The buttocks twisted unconsciously, the dark red little hole was gleaming with water, squirming like it was swallowing something, Brother Xiong's lips covered the small hole, the lips were rubbing the folds, and the loving kiss belonged to his cave.

The acupoint was kissed and licked by the man. The crisp and numb pleasure climbed up the tail spine, pulling his blood. Passionate blood flowed through his body, and gusts of pleasure continued to come from the back, all the way to his chaotic brain, panting along his instinct, his genital was already so high that they were sticking to his belly, sticky and slippery juice. The top of the genital and lower abdomen was covered with juice, which still came out, and then dripped onto the man's collarbone and chest.

The tip of the tongue pierces the small acupuncture point, simulating the action of sexual intercourse to stimulate the folds, the folds covered with man's saliva gradually soften, slightly open, the tip of the tongue pierces the middle of the folds immediately, the whole tongue squeezes out the folds and goes into the small hole after a while inside.

The buttocks were pulled further apart by the big hands, and the seam of the thighs was almost flattened. The man's face was so tightly attached to Rong Baiwen's ass, that his tongue was completely inserted into the small hole, the rough tongue coating swept the tender intestinal wall from front to back, and the tip of the tongue pierced the hot mucous membrane.

So exciting... so good... ah... so comfortable...

Rong Baiwen involuntarily clenched his butt and clamped his tongue, and his mouth was silent for a long time while holding the cock in his mind, and then he slowly licked and sucked the cock, instead of making the sound of licking his pussy.

Brother Xiong unhurriedly poked Rong Baiwen's mouth with his back straight, his tongue also licked in his intestines, licked the narrow corridor very softly, and poured a lot of saliva into it. The saliva was squeezed out, the saliva was surging between the quivering pink and tender meat, and blisters appeared slightly.

Brother Xiong opened his small hole and took in the beautiful scenery in his intestines. The fierce light of the beast staring at the prey shot out in his eyes. The tongue easily poked the quivering intestines, and the tender and tender intestines could not bear the savage stabs and squeezes of the tongue. The strong pleasure made Rong Baiwen tense his buttocks, his waist and abdomen were stiff, and his genitals were so hard that they would explode.

He grabbed Brother Xiong's cock with one hand, and his eyes didn't know where to look, it was terrifyingly empty, and the other hand grabbed Brother Xiong's bulging scrotum unconsciously.

"Hmm..." He wanted to shout out his crushing pleasure, but the cock came up at the right time, stuffing his mouth full, curled tongue unconsciously pressing against the tendon connecting the bell mouth, saliva poured out, wet his lips and chin, as well as Brother Xiong's scrotum and pubic hair.

The glans reached the throat. But because it was too big, he couldn't take a deep throat, pressing the depths of his mouth, Rong Baiwen didn't move, his head hung softly between the man's crotch, and the head of the glans gently hit the depths of the mouth, and the throat gradually contracted actively. Brother Xiong has been using this gentle rhythm to make Rong Baiwen subconsciously shrink his throat on the verge of orgasm.

The tongue stirred the little hole, and it made a mess of it, and there was a lewd sound of water.

Rong Baiwen doesn't know anything, he only knows to spread his legs. Kneeling on a man's face and letting the man lick his asshole. Fucking his asshole with his tongue, the part that wasn't born for sexual intercourse was soaked through by the man licking it, extremely shrinking and opening, the man is welcome to lick it, fuck it, and dry it into a pussy that belongs to Brother Xiong.

The strong spasm of the intestinal wall, the hard genitals protruding and ejaculation, the pleasure of the top made Rong Baiwen suffocate for a short time, the tongue squeezed by the intestines scraped the intestinal wall heavily and violently, and Rong Baiwen was shivering. The involuntary pressure of the mouth pressed the glans, the tongue licked the cock indiscriminately, the tip of the glans squeezed into the throat, and slammed lightly one after another, expanding to fill his mouth.

Tears and saliva poured out together, Rong Baiwen held the cock in both hands, his mouth was sore and numb with the cock, but his little hole was stabbed by the tongue, and he twitched greedily.

Brother Xiong retracted his tongue from his drenched pussy, and inserted three fingers into the pussy with ease. Squeeze the tight intestinal wall, open three fingers, and stretch the spasm of the intestinal wall, the saliva inside flows out along the stretched acupoint and the sparkling water floods to Rong Baiwen's scrotum.

Brother Xiong licked his scrotum, the skin of the scrotum was covered with his saliva, and the semen hung on the genitalia that softened after ejaculation. Brother Xiong licked clean the semen and then opened his mouth to wrap his genital to swallow.

Pressing his fingers tentatively around the intestines, he found that the first sex was not hurt, and Rong Baiwen didn't feel any pain, so Brother Xiong put his fingers together, pinpointed a spot, and thrust them quickly and ruthlessly.

The body that had just experienced an orgasm has not yet recovered, the fragile little hole is dried by the rough fingers again, and the foreskin on the weak genital is bitten and pulled by Brother Xiong's teeth, both places are unparalleled and happy.

It's so good... I'm dying... more... give me more...

The pleasure of the lower body captured Rong Baiwen's mind. He didn't care about Brother Xiong's cock at all. He was about to raise his head to let the cock slip out of his mouth, when Brother Xiong's thick thighs clamped his head, fixed his head, and then pressed his head back to the original place with his hands.

Once, twice, three times, and finally the fourth time, the cock came out of his mouth. Brother Xiong rolled over and pressed Rong Baiwen under him, but the meat cock didn't help, slipped across Rong Baiwen's cheeks and nose, groped to find the wet and hot mouth, and inserted it mercilessly.

The tanned sturdy buttocks swayed up and down. The handsome face under the crotch was already covered with sweat, saliva, and tears. The fluffy pubic hair rubbed against his face with the man's swaying, and the two balls slapped his face.

Rong Baiwen opened his mouth as much as possible to let the cock go in and out smoothly, and grabbed the jeans that the man didn't take off completely with both hands.

So happy! It doesn't matter if Brother Xiong suffocates him like this!

Rong Baiwen thought in a daze, and couldn't help but rubbed the tip of his nose against Brother Xiong's balls.

The fingers inserted the small hole to the point where it could not be closed. No matter how Rong Baiwen roared, the small hole opened wide, and it was easy to stir or rotate, and the dripping juice dyed the hole.

Brother Xiong just wanted to die on his body. He didn't care about complicated skills with his cock in his mouth. As long as it made people comfortable, Brother Xiong was willing to use them one by one.

Rong Baiwen, who was lying under him in a 69 position, couldn't bear this kind of play for a long time. When the climax came, he lost control and wanted to bite the cock in his mouth, but his mouth was sore. His mouth was too full again, so he could only let his cock blow more saliva out of his mouth.

Brother Xiong sucked the head of Rong Baiwen's ejaculating penis, the tip of his tongue licked the edge of the bell mouth, and the stimulator shot more and more semen, Rong Baiwen seemed to be sucked by him, and the whole person collapsed.

"Hmm." Brother Xiong's waist and crotch sank with the head of his penis in his mouth, his cock pushed into his throat, and a large stream of semen shot into the throat without wasting a drop.

The mouths of the two were filled with the smell of each other's semen, and even their bodies were covered with each other's breath, which could not be dispelled.

When Brother Xiong raised his waist and pulled out his cock, Rong Baiwen licked the semen that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and stretched his tongue to lick the cock hanging in front of his face, "Brother Xiong, I still want to eat."

Brother Xiong almost fell, not with soft legs, but helplessly.

As a thoughtful attacker, he thinks he can't allow his family to be so rambunctious when they're sick.

So Brother Xiong continued to clean up, take care of his sick lover, and coax his lover to sleep.

After coaxing Rong Baiwen to sleep, Brother Xiong hugged his head. He didn't want to be considerate at all, he just wanted to be a lower-body animal and show his prestige on Rong Baiwen.

It's hard to be a good man!

Butt hurts! Sore all over!

Rong Baiwen never knew that if he had a fever, he would feel like a different person. He mistook a strange man for his father and acted coquettishly towards the man. To make the man like him, he took the initiative to kiss the man's penis and woo him.

This is impossible for him to do! Something must have gone wrong!

Rong Baiwen was irritable and refused to admit that the person who gave the man oral sex was him, and he didn't like anything, and cursed in complete loss of manner: "Damn!"

"Woke up?"

Suddenly, a deep and rich voice sounded beside him, Rong Baiwen clenched his fists intelligently, but before his brain could react, his body jumped up first, and he raised his fists to beat the man who was standing beside the bed at some point.

The man is very tall, at least 1.9 meters by visual inspection. The rigid board-inch head is thorny at first glance, but it is very clean and neat. A pair of thick eyebrows shows big eyes and deep spirit, hiding a bit of deepness, and the straight waist reveals a masculine and sturdy aura. The cotton T-jeans and sneakers, the chest, the arms, the waist, and the legs are all muscles. At first glance, they are the type who dare not mess with them.

Before the fist could reach the man, the man wrapped the weak fist with his wide and thick palm, and with a gentle pull, Rong Baiwen, who was all soft, slanted and fell into his arms.

Although he did not see the appearance of the person who raped him at the construction site, he was sure that the person in front of him was the same that day. He has a strong and ominous feeling. He will never forget the humiliation that this person forcibly placed on him. He would not be naive to think that this person just wanted to rape him, without anyone else's instructions, to give enough benefits, who would have the courage to rape the heir of Ronghua?

Disregarding the unhappiness of his body, he pursed his lips and managed to calm down his out-of-control emotions. For a long time, he put his hands on the man's chest and asked in a calm tone, "Who sent you here?"

The expression of extreme indifference seems to be not him who was furious just now, restraining all emotions that should not exist.

"I came by myself," the man replied.

The blue veins on his forehead jumped, and Rong Baiwen maintained a calm tone: "As long as you tell me who the person is, I will pay you twice as much and send you out of the city to ensure your safety."

In the face of a perpetrator, Rong Baiwen did not intend to use a simple and rude method to threaten the man to hand over the unfavorable handle. He will become a tiger without claws, and he will return all the humiliation he has suffered to this man. He can't live without him, and he can't die either. He will live forever in the torment between life and death, which is more painful than killing him.

Brother Xiong quietly looked at Rong Baiwen, who wanted to guide things from passive to active. This is the Rong Baiwen he is familiar with, calmly controlling the overall situation, erasing all the existences that are unfavorable to him, and allowing himself to always stand at the top of the undefeated.

Therefore, such a Rong Baiwen will not take him in his eyes, nor will he remember him in his heart. He is a passerby, and passing by inadvertently will not attract Rong Baiwen's attention at all. The air is not as good, at least the air is sucked into the body by Rong Baiwen every day.

Rong Baiwen is the cloud, he is the mud, how could the cloud in the sky look back at a piece of ordinary yellow mud submerged in the mud? It is also impossible to know that there is a piece of yellow mud looking at the untouchable clouds in the sky.

Last night, Rong Baiwen, who mistakenly treated him as a family member and acted like a spoiled child to him, sweetly calling his brother Xiong, was like a dream, even if he had already taken over his body and forced him to obey himself, again and again, it was not by his will.

He had long known the outcome after raping Rong Baiwen, but his heart was never made of iron, he did it by himself.

"I was not sent by anyone, I came by myself." Brother Xiong said seriously.

"Oh?" Rong Baiwen's eyes flashed a hint of imperceptible irony, he raised his hand, and the fingertips slowly rubbed the man's firm chin, caressing the chin ambiguously, there was a different kind of temptation in his expression, and he deliberately put his face close to the man's. In front of him, his breath was so close that it sprayed on the man's face, and the tips of his nose were almost pressed together as if he would kiss the man's lips in the next second, he said in a low voice: "Since you came by yourself. If you are not instructed by anyone, then hand over your things. I will still give you a large sum of money, countless money, enough for your whole life, as long as you hand over the things."

Brother Xiong's lips moved, he sighed in his heart, and said helplessly: "I have nothing to hand over, you don't need to pay me with money." He paused, "I have no ill intentions."

Rong Baiwen's indifferent expression finally changed, and he brought up a charming smile that he had never seen before, "What do you want? Or do you want me?"

The originally emotionless eyes seemed to be full of tenderness and sweetness at this moment, and ripples rippled in circles, making people reluctant to look away as if they were full of Brother Xiong's figure.

Brother Xiong looked at him fixedly, as if exploring the truth in those eyes, or a false trap to jump into, "I said I just wanted to rape you, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Rong Baiwen hugged his chest, raised his head slightly, and replied with a sneer.

"But it's the truth." Brother Xiong stretched out his hand and clasped his shoulder, raised the other hand, and flattened his raised bangs intimately.

At this time, Rong Baiwen was angrier than before, his expression and eyes were extraordinarily sultry but full of ridicule, he patted his hand away, and continued to sneer: "What is the truth? You know it well, and I know it too. Tell me, how much money do you need to hand over the photos and videos?"

Such a straightforward tone made Brother Xiong feel a pain in his heart, he swallowed the defense to the mouth, the hand that was slapped away hung in the air, the hair remaining in the palm of his hand felt as hot as fire, and it burned to his heart. The scalding caused him pain, but he was reluctant to get rid of it, and even more reluctant to put it out.

He took out his mobile phone silently, with a bitter tone in his tone, "There are a few photos, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Baiwen raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Don't say anything. Just ask how much money you want. I want to remind you that people are not enough to swallow an elephant. I, Rong Baiwen, am the only heir of the entire Ronghua Group. You have to weigh your own identity and figure out your condition. There are a few lives to play with me, don't hold my thigh and cry and beg for mercy."

After some harsh words, even if there is a backer behind him, there is also a measure of whether his value is enough to stand up for him. If it is just a simple money transaction, then he will defect as soon as possible, get the money and leave, but some people are neither, And this kind of person is the most difficult to deal with, and also the most difficult to buy.

So Brother Xiong stayed silent, put the phone into Rong Baiwen's hand, turned around, and left.

It was the first time that Rong Baiwen met someone who didn't give him a face like this. He changed his face on the spot and snorted coldly. What is this broken high-end residential area? The security is getting worse and worse, and anyone dares to come in! And how did his door open? Why didn't the anti-theft system alarm?

The more Rong Baiwen thought about it, the worse his face became. He wanted to smash this rapist on the head with his mobile phone! Better smash him into an idiot!

At this time, Brother Xiong, who had opened the door, suddenly turned his head, Rong Baiwen immediately changed his expression and pretended to focus on deleting the photos.

"I made breakfast and it's already on the dining table. Eat it early, otherwise, it will be cold and it will be bad for your health."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door. Whether it was the living room or the bedroom, it returned to silence. Only the sunlight shone on Rong Baiwen through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom.

Rong Baiwen's finger on the touch screen of the mobile phone paused, his resentment and disgust suddenly quieted down, and his whole heart seemed to no longer feel the emotions when he faced the man just now, and the quietness made Rong Baiwen feel tormented.

Terrible! It feels like being abandoned by the whole world! There is a mother, but the mother has long since passed away; obviously, there is a father, but the father never loved him; obviously, there are brothers, but the brothers are enemies.

What?

So quiet!

Who can accompany him? Hug him and warm his empty and lonely heart, even for a brief moment! Can care about him once, love him once.

Now, it was a man who raped him and threatened his future who said a word of concern.

Rong Baiwen slowly squatted down and buried his face in his knees.

The preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the table are still steaming. The simple sandwiches are made with the only ingredients in the refrigerator, green lettuce, tender fried eggs, cut diagonally, and placed on a beautiful and delicate porcelain plate, with a small porcelain spoon on one side.

The phone slowly slid down into the unbearably clenched hand, and fell to the ground with a soft snap, the screen flashing a photo of a sweet sleeping face falling asleep jumped off, sinking into darkness...

The aroma of porridge in the air is getting stronger and stronger, almost blurring people's vision.