Chapter 4

Rong Baiwen entered the construction site unobtrusively. There were many sheds on the construction site for night vigils, and the construction site was as bright as day. The dark lights around the shed where Xiong Zhipeng kept vigil were dark, only the soft light inside the shed reflected a tall and strong figure sitting on a wooden bed, stooping to eat vegetables. The narrow wooden bed and the narrow space made the man's figure stronger, which made Rong Baiwen's scalp a little numb. He always felt that the open door of the workshop was like a wolf's mouth, and he was the little white sheep who took the initiative to walk into the wolf's mouth.

Rong Baiwen took a few deep breaths and told himself to calm down, not to be timid just because a man had made a backdoor.

After completing the psychological construction, Rong Baiwen strode to the work shed, his steady steps did not show the tension just now, and his calm and handsome face was as handsome as ever, like a god.

When Xiong Zhipeng turned his head, he saw Rong Baiwen lowering his head and getting into the work shed. The hairstyle was carefully taken care of, the suit was not wrinkled at all, and the whole person gave a meticulous feeling. Rong Baiwen's unwavering eyes stared at Xiong Zhipeng as if his eyes could not live in a person.

Rong Baiwen's body is probably only covered with dust on the pair of polished leather shoes on his feet. He just stood in the shed so out of place, both abstinence and seductive. The legs in the trousers are straight and long, the slim suit outlines the waistline, and the buttocks seem to tighten a little nervously, making it even more attractive.

Xiong Zhipeng swallowed the food in his mouth involuntarily, looked up and down Rong Baiwen with naked eyes, and finally came to a conclusion: it was delicious.

If this person could take off his suit pants, stand on one leg on the table, and then sprint hard behind him, would this person cry and tremble? Will he still be hit by him when the thick semen flows down between his legs?

Rong Baiwen looked at Xiong Zhipeng's two lips covered with greasy oil, and his rude manner of eating. He only felt that his whole person was full of anger. He was just such a migrant worker. Thinking of this, Rong Baiwen clenched his hands tightly, really wanting to beat this man, really wanting to see the man kneeling on his knees and begging for mercy, but... Rong Baiwen clenched his teeth, and his originally quiet eyes burst into flames instantly, but he can't beat this man, so he must calm down.

In Xiong Zhipeng's eyes, Rong Baiwen was both cute and awkward, with a look that could not wait to eat him, but he still had the calm air of an eldest young master. After eating the last bite of rice and vegetables, Xiong Zhipeng took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, calmly tidied up the table, and threw them all into the trash can next to him.

After he had cleared the table, Rong Baiwen took a big step toward him like charity. He deliberately swept the shabby work shed before turning to Xiong Zhipeng, who was sitting on the wooden bed, and sneered with the corners of his mouth curled, "What a pitiful person. Not only was he used, but he didn't even give you a decent job. Your employer is generous."

Xiong Zhipeng, who has been misunderstood all the time, can only smile bitterly in his heart.

Rong Baiwen didn't bother to listen to his explanation. He opened his briefcase, took out a bundle of red bills, put it on the table in slow motion, and asked contemptuously, "Can you earn so much in a month?"

Xiong Zhipeng shook his head honestly.

Rong Baiwen half bent down, their eyes were parallel, Rong Baiwen's eyes were like small hooks, so Xiong Zhipeng couldn't move his eyes. These eyes were full of malice and ridicule, but Xiong Zhipeng wanted them to be red with desire, widened in confusion, and finally slowly shed tears.

The picture that popped into his mind made Xiong Zhipeng's fingertips tremble uncontrollably. His nose still remembers the smell of sweat on Rong Baiwen's body, but he concealed it too well. Rong Baiwen has no sense of crisis and still does not take Xiong Zhipeng, the little guy who works for "others" in his eyes.

Money and interests are the most touching. As long as he can afford a higher price than "others", the person in front of him will completely abandon his previous employer and work for him, and he will still be the final winner.

"I'm not a stingy person. Would you rather be a mouse living in the gutter, or would you rather be a master with a bright future?" Rong Baiwen asked, squinting his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly sullen.

"Let's change it." Xiong Zhipeng said.

"Ha!" Rong Baiwen seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and then his eyes were grim, "You don't eat or drink for a toast!"

As he said that, he ripped open the zipper of the briefcase, full of bundles of red bills: "Say, how much do you want?"

For a little guy, you can't crush the opponent with your upbringing, you have to crush the opponent in the most tyrannical way: kill him with money!

Xiong Zhipeng stared at the briefcase full of red bills and his eyes were straight. He always felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that he was running on a strange track.

Seeing Xiong Zhipeng's stunned eyes, Rong Baiwen felt a strange pleasure in his heart. He poured out all the money, tore off the seal of a bundle of money, and sprinkled it from Xiong Zhipeng's head. With a little nervous smile, he happily watched the banknotes fluttering on the man's body.

"Is it a lot of money?" He picked up one of the banknotes, deliberately scratched the man's cheek with the corner of the banknote, and asked arrogantly, "Can your employer give you as much money as this young master gave you?"

Xiong Zhipeng raised his eyes and stared at Rong Baiwen. His eyes were dark and he couldn't see any emotion.

Rong Baiwen snorted coldly: "Do you think I dare not do anything to you? I just think your life is not worth getting my hands dirty."

After he finished speaking, Rong Baiwen raised his hand and touched the top of Xiong Zhipeng's head, his short thick hair tied into his palm, which was a little itchy. He lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth, leaned into Xiong Zhipeng's ear, and said softly, "Be obedient, don't resist me, my patience is limited, if my patience is worn out, you will not only lose money but also your life."

A threat was spoken softly. Like the murmur of a lover, it exudes a warm breath and an ambiguous softness. Especially when Rong Baiwen's bangs inadvertently rubbed the man's full forehead. In the man's eyes, he couldn't see the red banknotes one after another, but Rong Baiwen's hand held the banknotes. Reflecting the red color of the banknotes, it makes people feel a little erotic for no reason, giving birth to the idea of ​​wanting this beautiful hand to hold the thick purple and black genital and stroke until it is finally covered with milky white semen.

Thinking of this, Xiong Zhipeng grabbed the hand, and his wide palm easily clenched Rong Baiwen's hand. Too much strength caused the banknote to become wrinkled and clasped in Rong Baiwen's hand. Rong Baiwen looked up at Xiong Zhipeng, those dark eyes were still dark, but deeper than before as if to pull him to darken together, which made Rong Baiwen feel a strange tension in his heart and dry mouth.

"I read a story before. "A hunter went to the forest to hunt and met a bear. The bear raped the hunter, and then let the hunter go. The hunter kept brooding and went to get revenge on the bear, but was raped by the bear. Then the hunter went to get revenge, and the bear raped him again." Xiong Zhipeng asked him, "Did you come to seek revenge on me, or did you deliberately let me rape you?" Xiong Zhipeng put on a smile on his face, "This story can also be applied to you and me."

What kind of ghost story is this? How could it possibly apply to him and this guy? Rong Baiwen almost vomited blood with anger and tried to break free of the hand, but Xiong Zhipeng squeezed it tighter and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger, which was creepy.

"You're just crazy!" Rong Baiwen hurriedly clenched Xiong Zhipeng's hand, but that hand was like contemplative pliers, grasping his hand so tightly that he couldn't break it apart with a single finger, "I warn you, let go of me quickly, or I'll..."

Xiong Zhipeng grabbed his other hand and asked back with a smile: "Otherwise, what will happen to you? Give me more money, or beat me and trample me under my feet?" Xiong Zhipeng pressed Rong Baiwen's left hand to his crotch.

Rong Baiwen instinctively retracted his hand as soon as he felt what was under his palm, but Xiong Zhipeng pressed his hand under his crotch.

Rong Baiwen only had the word "fuck me" left in his mind, and he had long since neglected to be graceful and decent, so he bent his knees and pushed it straight towards the man's crotch. Xiong Zhipeng smiled and let go of his other hand to block his attack. If Rong Baiwen lay down obediently and let him, it would not be Rong Baiwen. Although he did not like to turn sex into bloody violence, a little violent suppression was still needed. Otherwise, how could he possibly eat this rich boy?

Rong Baiwen took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and threw himself at Xiong Zhipeng recklessly, punching his fist directly into Xiong Zhipeng's face. No matter how recklessly he rushed at Xiong Zhipeng, his fist went straight to Xiong Zhipeng's face, he didn't want to worry about anything right now, he just wanted to make this man submit to his lewd power and ravage this strong body.

The two scuffled close to each other, the simple wooden bed made creaking noises, and the sheets and quilts were messed together. Bundles of money were scattered under the scuffle between the two, the suits were torn open, the ties were twisted around the necks, and the buttons of the white shirts flew. Rong Baiwen grabbed the hand on the belt with one hand. With one hand pressed by Xiong Zhipeng on the top of his head, his bare, lean waist and abdomen shrank rapidly. The small belly button and mermaid line made Xiong Zhipeng release the belt and press his belly button.

Rong Baiwen immediately grabbed the opponent's wrist and stared at him fiercely.

When he touched this small depression, Xiong Zhipeng almost wanted to lean down and lick his navel with his tongue. He wondered if this place might be Rong Baiwen's sensitive point.

"Remove your dirty hands." Rong Baiwen ordered through gritted teeth, pulling Xiong Zhipeng's hand away bit by bit.

Xiong Zhipeng panted heavily, clasped Rong Baiwen's hand with his backhand, and at the same time pushed his leg against Rong Baiwen's knee, forcing him to open his legs: "It's useless if you think it's dirty, if you don't ask me today, I will instead. There's nothing wrong with you. But you just threw yourself into the trap, and now I'm so excited that my whole body is shivering, I'm going to eat you, and I'll grind and swallow the scum bit by bit."

These words are both extreme and terrifying, Rong Baiwen struggled with a stubborn temper: "Damn pervert, I will never let you go!"

Xiong Zhipeng stuck himself between Rong Baiwen's legs, pulled off his belt arrogantly, and said to the extreme, "I wish you wouldn't let me go!"

"You pervert!" Without the belt, Rong Baiwen felt as if he had lost the last layer of protection as if he was naked. He suddenly became nervous, and finally realized that he might be raped again, and hurriedly grabbed his pants to stop the man's hand from taking off his pants, "I'm a man! A man!"

"It's because you're a man that I miss you." Xiong Zhipeng laughed more and more rogue, "If you're a woman, I can't be hard."

"..." At this time, Rong Baiwen didn't know how to describe his feelings. He didn't understand how people like Xiong Zhipeng could exist in this world. He had to go all the way to the dark.

The strong sense of crisis made Rong Baiwen think of running away, but it was too late to run away. He was trapped in the narrow wooden bed, and Xiong Zhipeng was blocking the bed. The tall figure brought a strong sense of oppression. Even if Rong Baiwen wanted to show a stronger posture than him, he couldn't do it on the bed. He is locked prey, either killed by hunters or teased to death.

Rong Baiwen would never allow himself to show weakness, his whole body was tense, even if he knew it was a dead end, he would not allow himself to wag his tail and beg for pity. His lines were also tensed, and the raised Adam's apple was cute and pitiful, making him feel vulnerable.

Arrogant and vulnerable, two contradictory temperaments paired with messy hair and disheveled clothes are damned tempting and criminal.

"I'm a pervert. Who are you, the pervert who is hard on me?" Xiong Zhipeng pulled Rong Baiwen's hand away, covering the hardened part of Rong Baiwen with his big hand, kneading badly.

Subtle pleasure flowed from the genitalia, Rong Baiwen bit his lip so as not to let out the moan, but the pleasure of the sensitive glans rubbing against the cloth seemed to flow into his body. The man's hand work is really good, five fingers flexibly unbutton the pants and pull down the zipper, and all of a sudden he sees the sexy bullet panties wrapping the hard genital. The top of the panties was wet with a small piece, and the shape of the head of the penis showed its existence.

Unceremoniously, Rong Baiwen grabbed Xiong Zhipeng's hand, but Xiong Zhipeng took the opportunity to grab his hand and pressed it under his crotch.

"If I touch yours, it's fair if you touch mine." Xiong Zhipeng deliberately rubbed the swelling under his crotch with his hand.

Rong Baiwen's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that someone could be such a rogue: "Fair... um..." Fart... before the last one was spoken, he rubbed his thumb against the head of his penis, and his angry tone changed.

"Is it comfortable?" Xiong Zhipeng rubbed lightly at the position of the bell mouth. Rong Baiwen's cock was so hard that it almost burst the poor little fabric of bullet underwear, and the wet print on the top became bigger and bigger.

"Uncomfortable... uh..." Rong Baiwen immediately bit his lip to prevent moaning.

Xiong Zhipeng smirked, put his hand into his underwear, and took out Rong Baiwen's swollen genitalia little by little. The two eggs are healthy and full, and they are a little deformed by the elastic band of the underwear.

Xiong Zhipeng leaned down and faced Rong Baiwen's face: "Everyone is a man, I have what you have, and I have nothing to be ashamed of. It's a normal physiological desire to say it when you feel comfortable."

As he spoke, he squeezed Rong Baiwen's glans, kneading carefully along the glans, his rough fingers rubbed against the sensitive bell mouth, and the thrill of excitement made Rong Baiwen unbearable. The numbness of pleasure poured into the blood one after another along with the kneading position of the opponent's fingers, causing his spine to start to feel a little numb.

He didn't want to scream, he wanted to beat this guy, but he couldn't beat this guy. The more Rong Baiwen thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He would squeeze the opponent's genitalia as hard as he could, but the other party was wearing jeans that were not soft at all. No matter how hard he squeezed, the hand people could only squeeze the jeans again and again.

"I won't give in to you! The technique is so poor, it's not comfortable at all... ah..." Rong Baiwen yelled angrily, and before he could finish his clamor, he was irritated by the pleasure of his fingernails gently scraping the mouth of the bell, and his eyes burst into tears. He turned his face away in embarrassment, covered his face with one hand, his tear-stained eyelashes trembled, his moist eyes closed, and he looked pitiful as if waiting for others to be abused.

It's... so cute! How can he be so cute? Cute enough to make him want to rape him over and over again.

Xiong Zhipeng's lower body was hard, swollen, hot, and painful. The blood in his body rushed straight to the hard part of his lower body. He took off Rong Baiwen's pants and panties together and held the genitalia with his big hands. The prosperous genital is not as embarrassing as their masters at all, standing upright, the scalding heat radiating hotness scalded the palms of Xiong Zhipeng's hands, expressing the most primitive desires of men.

"It's so stubborn, and you're still so stubborn, are you waiting for me to shoot you before you call out?" Xiong Zhipeng asked while rubbing Rong Baiwen's genitalia.

Rong Baiwen tried his best to endure and moan. The more he endured, the more skillful Xiong Zhipeng became. The unbearable lust made Rong Baiwen curl up on his toes, his feet hanging on the edge of the bed, and rubbing against Xiong Zhipeng's calf.

Rong Baiwen has never experienced such a state of desire and dissatisfaction. He is looking forward to what he wants and is afraid of coming. He can only let lust swallow his mind bit by bit. He couldn't help gripping Xiong Zhipeng's waist with his legs, quietly shaking his waist and buttocks with the rhythm of the opponent's stroking.

Xiong Zhipeng endured his rapid breathing, unfastened the belt of his trousers with one hand, took out his long hot cock, and pressed it against Rong Baiwen's back hole, rubbing the folds of the hole slightly.

"Wu..." Rong Baiwen felt the terrifying hardness of the opponent's huge glans. The heat from the glans slides along the hole mixed with the sticky body fluids. Sometimes he deliberately pressed against his scrotum. Leaving wet bodily fluids on the scrotum, and using the glans to describe the root of the genitals. Erotically pushes against the root of the penis, and sometimes deliberately imitates the movement of the piston, hitting the closed hole one after another, each impact makes Rong Baiwen inexplicably empty, and sometimes the glans slide back and forth in the seam of the thigh, making his hole to the seam of the thigh. It's wet bodily fluids as if the back hole would flow out of cum.

Rong Baiwen's slightly distressed groan made Xiong Zhipeng want to listen to his slutty moans and screams. He licked Rong Baiwen's genitals, only letting his cock stick to the hole and the head of his penis against the small hole without any gap. The big hand that originally held the cock touched Rong Baiwen's lower abdomen, the thick palm caressed the beautiful mermaid line, the fingers traced the muscle lines, and the smooth skin that had already started to redden sensitively under the caress of the palm shrunk.

"The manager's pussy is really hot, and he's still sucking my cock head shrunken." Xiong Zhipeng let go of Rong Baiwen's cock and leaned down to kiss his chest. Rong Baiwen's scalp was numb from the fine kisses and the feeling of shaving his beard on his chest, he bit his index finger nervously and closed his eyes tightly.

He should take the opportunity to push the pervert away and beat the dead pervert again. However, his whole body was immersed in strange happiness, feeling the joy of the other's caressing his waist and abdomen, and even his small flat nipples being licked by the other's tongue, and felt happy. He started to become abnormal, his penis was constantly leaking cum, and his back hole was shrinking thirsty as if he was about to swallow that big cock, so that the cock would fill his intestines and drive away the thirst.

No! He's not a pervert who likes being fucked by men, he's a normal man...

"Ah..." The small nipple was suddenly sucked hard, Rong Baiwen grabbed the sheet tightly and accidentally grabbed a banknote, the red banknote, and the old sheet were trapped in the white fingers. The man with his head buried in front of his chest moved his lips and tongue, sucking up his small flat nipples, and at the same time, he did not forget to take out the lubricant that he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket.

Xiong Zhipeng squeezed out the lubricant and applied it to Rong Baiwen's back hole. The cold lubricant made Rong Baiwen sober, and he whispered in a short and hoarse voice, "No..."

A finger was squeezed into the back hole with lubricant. The back hole instinctively prevented the entry of foreign objects. Xiong Zhipeng said softly and softly: "Relax, don't be nervous, yes, just like this, relax slowly."

Maybe the other party's tone was too gentle, maybe it was because he became more and more abnormal, Rong Baiwen followed the other party's words and gradually relaxed. The intestines that have only been dried once are still tight, and the walls of the intestines are soft. Xiong Zhipeng lubricates and expands the intestinal tract patiently, he kisses Rong Baiwen's face soothingly, but Rong Baiwen still bites his fingers, resisting the other party subconsciously.

Xiong Zhipeng pulled out that finger, put it on his lips, licked Rong Baiwen's lips obsessively, and said hurriedly, "You are so sweet, I want to swallow you."

Rong Baiwen couldn't say a word, his mouth was pried open by the other party's tongue, the tongue drove straight in, the fingers in the intestines massaged the intestinal wall, the tender intestinal wall was only dried by the meat stick once, as if remembering the other party's taste, wriggling around the fingers, enticing the fingers to increase one by one.

The fingers bring a large amount of lubricant into the hole, stick to the intestinal wall sticky, and gradually flow into the intestinal tract as the fingers go in and out.

The number of fingers increased to four, and the intestinal wall was so soft that it almost melted Xiong Zhipeng's fingers. He sighed inwardly, poked his four fingers as deep as he could, then bent his fingers, and the thick knuckles rotated against the intestinal wall. The intense pleasure poured out, the genitalia trembled, and both of Rong Baiwen's thighs began to tremble, and the intestinal tract shrank suddenly, twisting his fingers.

"Hmm..." Rong Baiwen could lift his waist to meet him. When he realized what he had done, Xiong Zhipeng stretched out his fingers again and quickly shoved them in the slippery back hole. Excessive lubricant sprayed out, and his fingers were dry with the soft back hole.

Rong Baiwen curled his toes, the back of his feet was straight, and his whole body was flushed with red tides. The bed full of banknotes reflected his flushed face, and his wet eyes could no longer see a single banknote. Instead, he held his rigid genital and lifted his waist to yearn for the man's love, but the pride in his bones made him even more desperately tugging at the sheets.

"It's still so soft!" Xiong Zhipeng put his fingers into the intestines as much as possible, feeling the soft contraction of the intestinal wall, the lubricant making the intestines moist, and the intestines seemed to expect something thicker to be manipulated and thirst for thirst.

The emptiness in the rear gradually deepened, and bit by bit it invaded Rong Baiwen's marrow. Rong Baiwen felt four fingers spread out in his body, slowly opening the narrow intestine, and gently scratching the intestinal wall with the fingertips. He didn't want to focus all his attention on the back. But the finger technique massage and thrusting made the rear more and more sensitive as if the rear was a small hole that was born for a man's cock to bang, more and more sensitive, more and more empty, more and more pleasurable.

Suddenly, Rong Baiwen covered his mouth, his body spasmed uncontrollably, his cock shot out a stream of semen, and his wet intestines tightly twisted Xiong Zhipeng's fingers.

Xiong Zhipeng pulled out his fingers, and his soft little pussy sucked his fingers reluctantly, bringing out some reddish sausage meat, like a slightly pouted mouth, revealing the pink and tender intestinal wall inside.

Xiong Zhipeng wiped a handful of semen from Rong Baiwen's belly and put the milky semen on his nipples. Rong Baiwen hid his mouth, his sweaty bangs pressed against his forehead, his eyes slightly absent-minded still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, a big palm wantonly kneading the small nipple that finally protruded. The owner of the big palm also stuck out his tongue and licked the nipple tips, squinted his eyes and tasted the taste of the semen on it, and then buried his face in Rong Baiwen's neck cavity, licking the sweat on his neck and chin.

Rong Baiwen unknowingly hugged the man who was pressing on him, raised his head, and let the man lick his neck and suck his Adam's apple. The man's greedy lips lingered, and Rong Baiwen raised his neck into a beautiful arc, holding his thick meaty cock, and the head of his penis was bit by bit to open the hole. He is like a calm hunter, his movements are not in a hurry, the thick and long meat stick is pushed extremely slowly into the soft intestines, and every inch of entering seems to be imprinted into Rong Baiwen's soul, it is clear and terrifying to open the intestines in reverse from the outside to the inside.

"Ah..." Rong Baiwen could hardly bear the man entering so slowly, the huge cock filled his small hole, the lubricant that had nowhere to flow was pushed deeper, and the remaining lubricant was squeezed out of the body, along the hole close to the cock into the groin.

It was not until the man's scrotum pressed against his ass, the scrotum was squeezed and deformed, and the meat cock completely entered his body, that the man gave up the delusion of piercing him.

Rong Baiwen could only breathe weakly, his legs spread softly on both sides of the man's body.

Xiong Zhipeng didn't rush to dry, so he held Rong Baiwen and slowly swayed the cock from side to side, and rubbed the intestinal wall at different angles. The thirsty intestinal wall was unwilling to let go of the cock that reached his mouth, and all of them absorbed the cock, wrapping the cock wet and soft.

Rong Baiwen felt the trembling of the thick stem and the huge shape of the glans, which made him deeply aware that he was completely entered by a man, filling his sense of emptiness.

"You are so tight." Xiong Zhipeng said while blowing hot air in his ear, with a hint of hoarseness in his ambiguous tone.

Rong Baiwen shuddered all over, and unconsciously tightened his intestines, causing Xiong Zhipeng to gasp for breath. He grabbed his waist with his big hands and pressed him tightly under his crotch.

"Um... ah..." The huge glans pushed in a little further, squeezing out the deep intestines, Rong Baiwen was forced to tears by the sudden stimulation, and hoarsely spit out a word with red eyes, "Bloat... "

The intestines were tensed, squeezing Xiong Zhipeng's cock. Xiong Zhipeng pulled it out a little and was sucked in by the squirming of the small hole. The pleasure of squeezing made his muscles tense. Both dots on his chest bulged excitedly.

Xiong Zhipeng straightened Rong Baiwen's face and kissed his thin lips fiercely. Rong Baiwen whimpered and instinctively avoided Xiong Zhipeng's kiss, but was immediately turned over by Xiong Zhipeng, and the fiery kiss could not be refused by him. Rong Baiwen then closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. A long tongue immediately got into his mouth, stirring his mouth vigorously, robbing him of the air.

At this time, Xiong Zhipeng pulled out the cock, leaving only the glans in the hole, and the hole was stuck in the coronal groove. The slightly red and swollen tender red hole and the black cock formed a wet and erotic scene.

The mouth of the hole is like a greedy mouth, swallowing the cock that is firmly inserted.

"Hmm..." The intestines were repeatedly propped open as the meat stick was thrusting, the glans pounded dry the sensitive points again and again, and the intestinal wall rubbed by the stem gradually secreted intestinal juice.

Repeated thrusts accompanied by strong pleasure conquered Rong Baiwen's body. Rong Baiwen grabbed Xiong Zhipeng's back vest as if doing so would prevent him from being conquered by men.

However, the wide open legs had long been unknowingly wrapped around the man's strong waist and the small hole that ate the marrow and knew the taste was even more open for the man to fuck.

Xiong Zhipeng squeezed his cock which stood up tremblingly, and his rough thumb pressed and rubbed the mouth of the oozing juice unceremoniously. Rong Baiwen shuddered, biting Xiong Zhipeng's lips, his lower body became harder and more cum out.

Rong Baiwen bit Xiong Zhipeng's lip fiercely, and a trace of blood came into his mouth. I don't know if it was because the head of the penis was rubbed, or what was going on. He suddenly felt excited and bit Xiong Zhipeng's lip more and more fiercely.

However, the hot air gushing out of Xiong Zhipeng's nose gradually changed the taste of Rong Baiwen's fierce bite and replaced it with sucking, but his whole body was so comfortable that he kept shivering. The thick palms played with his cock, the sensitive glans were extremely swollen, the bells and mouths closed together and spit out transparent excrement. The glans and the stem are still holding the two testicles to weigh the weight and then knead the bulging testicles.

"Aha..." The excitement of his body made Rong Baiwen groan uncontrollably, his eyes narrowed in confusion, his eyelashes trembled, his heavy breath sprayed onto Xiong Zhipeng's face, and his red lips were glistening with saliva.

The big palm came to the junction of the two, and the calluses on the belly of the finger gently massaged the hole that was flattened by the meat stick. Rong Baiwen's legs suddenly trembled, the corners of his eyes were wet, and he said in a weak voice that he didn't know: "Don't... "

Xiong Zhipeng grinned, untied Rong Baiwen's tie around his neck, and tied Rong Baiwen's hands in circles. Rong Baiwen had already softened his body and had no strength to resist.

Xiong Zhipeng pulled out his cock, put Rong Baiwen's long legs on his shoulders, climbed onto the bed, and knelt on the bed.

Rong Baiwen's legs were high on the man's broad shoulders. Rong Baiwen watched his genital raise his waist as the man raised his waist and approached his face. He clearly saw how transparent cum out of his bell mouth, and even more clearly saw the man's big palms split open his buttocks, revealing the small pussy that has not yet been tightened, and can see the tender meat inside.

The big crimson glans rubbed the hole with the small round hole exposed. The slightly red and swollen holes were opened and closed very hungry. This picture not only allowed Rong Baiwen to see the hunger and thirst of the small holes but also felt a strong hunger in his body.

He wants to eat this thick and long cock with his little pussy. Want to be this big cock's pussy. Make this big cock his own, make this man his own, fuck him with his big cock and shoot his thick cum in his pussy.

No... no... he is a man, how can he become a man's pussy? This man is still the lowly migrant worker he despises the most...

Rong Baiwen was about to bite his finger nervously, but inadvertently met the man's eyes. The man's eyes were dark, and there was a smirk on the corner of his raised mouth, and then the man's eyes turned.

Following the man's gaze, Rong Baiwen saw that the man's thumb opened his hole, first the big crimson penis head pushed into the small hole, and then the sinister cock with blue veins and knots entered the small hole.

Rong Baiwen's thighs were tensed as he watched himself being fucked by a cock, and the sensation of being fucked inside his body made Rong Baiwen's thighs tense, and his huge cock head was precisely fucked to the sensitive point.

"Ah!" Rong Baiwen raised his neck and screamed, and raised his hips against the man's crotch, his cock bounced a few times, and he even shot out thick white semen.

Just like milk, but thicker than milk, the semen shot one after another on Rong Baiwen's face when he climaxed, and large swaths of blush covered his entire body from Rong Baiwen's face.

Rong Baiwen, who had semen on his hair, face, chin, chest, and shirt, became more and more sensitive because of orgasm, but Xiong Zhipeng still didn't let him go.

He never knew he'd have a day when he just slammed in and cum. The unparalleled pleasure, the burning desire, the softness of the whole body, and the shame of cumming, all turned into a convulsive orgasm, which was so addicting.

"Isn't it good?" Xiong Zhipeng asked about Rong Baiwen's semi-soft genitalia. Rong Baiwen's hands bound by the tie were clenched as if struggling, his flushed handsome face was sweaty, and tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Rong Baiwen opened his mouth. The words that were just about to be uttered turned into a hoarse moan because of a violent thrust, and the thin waist trembled very much.

"Ah... Ah... Hmm..." Every impact was deep, and the big glans repeatedly ravaged the tender intestinal wall. Rong Baiwen couldn't bear the giant stick going in and out again, especially Xiong Zhipeng deliberately let him watch how he was being fucked by the giant stick again and again.

"Do you feel my shape?" Xiong Zhipeng asked, hitting the sensitive point with the obvious edges and corners of the big glans. The intense pleasure forced more tears from Rong Baiwen, crystal body fluid flowed from the corners of the half-opened mouth, the genitalia was trembling and half hard, and the intestines that tightened the cock contracted rapidly, giving the cock even more intense pleasure.

"Huh..." Xiong Zhipeng took a deep breath, so good that he just wanted to keep his body close to Rong Baiwen's body.

He put down Rong Baiwen's legs and let them wrap around his waist, then he raised Rong Baiwen's hands to the top of his head, and put his whole body weight on Rong Baiwen's body.

The sturdy and masculine male body is hot against Rong Baiwen, the man's hard and full pectoral muscles press against his chest, the nipples as hard as small stones deliberately scrape his flat little nipples, the hot breath of the man sprayed his neck and face wantonly, and the warm tongue nimbly brushed his chin, lips, and ears.

It is a pure male body with the same structure as him, but at this time, he was enchanting like a goblin. His bronzed skin was soaked with sweat, showing a beautiful glossy, and smooth color. Rong Baiwen suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry and thirsty, and he couldn't help licking the sweat on Xiong Zhipeng's shoulder.

"Ah..."

There was a light laugh in his ears, and before Rong Baiwen could return to his senses, the meat cock that had just stayed in his body was shaking and thrusting violently, as if the tenderness just now was Rong Baiwen's illusion.

"Beast... ah um... ah..." The man's crotch violently hit his fair buttocks, and his round buttocks twitched wave after wave. The puff of water with the cock drying the pussy.

The two big men were squeezed together on the narrow wooden bed, unable to stretch their limbs. But precisely because of this narrow space, the bodies of the two were getting closer and closer, and there was an unbearable creaking sound from the plank below them.

The shed was filled with the smell of semen and sweat. The dim light shone on the figures of two men entangled on the wooden bed. Small bullet panties and a pair of ordinary white cotton panties were thrown on the ground at random. Jeans and suit pants were thrown on a pair on the bench.

The two slender and straight legs not only encircled the man's waist, but also hooked the toes with the toes, and the owner of the feet tightened his hips to meet the arrival of the cock.

"No... um... it's too fast..." The faster and faster speed reminded Rong Baiwen of the pleasure of Xiong Zhipeng having sex with him for the first time. The body seems to be more and more addicted to Xiong Zhipeng's work, and the soul is also more and more addicted to the sensual pleasure of having sex with a man.

He vaguely feels that it doesn't matter even if he is addicted, and it may be a relief to fall into lust.

Xiong Zhipeng looked at the person under him, his face flushed, his pupils dilated, his whole body trembled slightly, and wet sweat kept dripping from his face, neck, chest, waist, abdomen, and between his thighs. It was even more sticky, and the genitalia did not know when to harden, and the head of the penis pressed hard against his abdominal muscles, leaving a small piece of transparent cum on his abdominal muscles.

The inferiority in Xiong Zhipeng's bones was not lost because of Rong Baiwen's unconscious display of weakness. Xiong Zhipeng was in the excitement of doing Rong Baiwen's whole body. The force made the cock go deeper and harder without pity.

The intestines were stabbed in reverse again and again, and the feeling of soreness came from the depths. The edges and corners of the big glans hooked the intestinal wall, forcing the intestinal wall to secrete liquid, making the acupuncture point make a shameful puff puff sound.

"Wu..."

Xiong Zhipeng can't see enough of Rong Baiwen's gradually indulging in sensuality. He couldn't hear enough of Rong Baiwen's repressed little moan. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that Rong Baiwen always refused to call him. He missed the scene when Rong Baiwen called him Brother Xiong very much.

Attaching to Rong Baiwen's ear, Xiong Zhipeng said temptingly: "Call me Brother Xiong, and I will make you more fun, so that your dick can't be stopped, and all the semen inside the egg is shot to the air."

As he spoke, he squeezed and kneaded Rong Baiwen's cum filled genital, his rough palms wrapped around the scrotum, squeezing the two balls inside.

The small hole has long been a straight round hole, and the genitalia has also fallen into the man's big palm. Rong Baiwen only felt the pleasure of the lower body like an ocean wave, which stimulated his body, which was deeply engulfed in sensuality.

The only thing in his mind is the fucked pussy and the genital scrotum controlled by the big hand. He can't think of anything else. Rong Baiwen cried out with tears: "Brother Xiong... I... fuck me hard..."

"Tell Brother Xiong... Are you happy?" Xiong Zhipeng maintained his speed, resisted the desire to ejaculate, and asked restrainedly.

"Ah... good... Brother Xiong... so good... ah..." Rong Baiwen had no intention of resisting what the man said.

Such a well-behaved Rong Baiwen made Xiong Zhipeng unable to restrain himself any longer, his waist and crotch sank sharply, the root of the cock clinging to the hole, and the hot, thick sperm shot deep into the intestines.

Rong Baiwen wrapped Xiong Zhipeng's waist tightly, convulsively enduring his ejaculation. A large stream of semen was shot on the sensitive intestinal wall. Rong Baiwen grabbed one of Xiong Zhipeng's hands indiscriminately, and his genital shot thin semen on Xiong Zhipeng's abdominal muscles and the little white turbidity slipped from the bronze-colored abdomen, which was very lewd.

Xiong Zhipeng untied the tie that bound Rong Baiwen's hands, and Rong Baiwen's hands fell softly on his sides, his chest heaving violently due to the orgasm.

Xiong Zhipeng pulled out his cock.

Even after ejaculation, the huge cock still looks more majestic than ordinary people.

Xiong Zhipeng held his cock, and the cock with lewd juice was facing Rong Baiwen's face. Xiong Zhipeng licked his cock back and forth, and a drop of semen was squeezed out and landed on Rong Baiwen's slightly open lips.

The smell of semen on his lips stimulated Rong Baiwen's sense of smell and taste, and the picture of a fit man masturbating himself directly stimulated his nerves.

The dark cock head with sticky cum touched his lips. The man's eyes were dark, but he gently spread the semen from the bell mouth evenly on his lips, as if to shoot all his semen into his body.

It should be rejected, but the body cannot.

Rong Baiwen's fingers trembled, and finally, he grasped the bed sheet tightly. His fingernails scratched through the red banknotes, while his lips were trembling, holding a part of the glans head, and the tip of his tongue stuck out stiffly, skimming the small slit at the top of the glans head, and then returning, slowly digging a small piece of flesh into the mouth of the bell.

He tasted the salty smell of semen on the bell's mouth, and also felt the tender meat in the bell's mouth shrink.

Not so disgusting, not so scary.

The man smiled dangerously, pulled back the cock gently, and then kissed Rong Baiwen's lips, the cock was inserted into the small hole again, and the semen that didn't have time to flow out spouted out.

Rong Baiwen let out a hoarse moan. His chest heaved violently, his arms wrapped around Xiong Zhipeng's sturdy back, and the thick lust seemed to turn into a sweat on their skin. Rong Baiwen casually kissed Xiong Zhipeng's unshaven chin and lips. He found each other's lips and kissed them without hesitation.

Xiong Zhipeng embedded himself between Rong Baiwen's legs, and the man under him was drenched with juices. The originally narrow intestine became drier and moister, and it had completely turned into a meat hole suitable for his cock. He knew how to taste the wonderful taste of this big cock.

The two are like two beasts in heat, making love tirelessly.

Rong Baiwen didn't know how many times he had orgasmed or how many times the man had ejaculated, all he knew was that his belly was full of semen, and his belly was bulging as if pressing his belly would make him cum. There will be semen squirting out of the hole.

"Too much ejaculation in my stomach..." Rong Baiwen knelt on the plank bed, swaying his slightly weak cock with one hand, and pushed his sexy ass towards the man behind him.

The two buttocks are round and large, and the white buttocks have red marks when a man is dry, and the red and swollen points of the wet thighs are seen shrinking weakly. The tube-shaped intestine swallows the milky cum, the lustful meat is covered with cum, and a large number of cum snakes down the ass, to the perineum, scrotum, and inner thigh, and then drips onto the wrinkled sheet between the two thighs superior.

Xiong Zhipeng knelt behind Rong Baiwen, grabbed the two buttocks with both hands, and opened his mouth to bite the tip of his buttocks. The slight stinging pain made Rong Baiwen's buttocks pout higher and his waist lower.

The big white ass was rubbed by the man's big hands, and every time it was rubbed, the loose little pussy was pulled and deformed, and the semen inside was squeezed out.

"Your asshole will also ejaculate." The man said with a deliberately low smile.

Rong Baiwen was in a trance with the vivid sensation of the semen flowing out of his small hole. Hearing the man's words, his whole body trembled to the point of orgasm.

Licking Rong Baiwen's trembling buttocks, Xiong Zhipeng licked and kissed down his butt to the lowered waistline. Those smooth lines tempted him to gnaw and suck Rong Baiwen's skin, leaving one reddish mark after another.

Until he bit and sucked Rong Baiwen's shoulder blade, Xiong Zhipeng sniffed the smell of a sweat from his skin obsessively. He couldn't help rubbing Rong Baiwen's shoulder with his face, but his big hand grabbed Rong Baiwen's buttocks and kneaded fiercely.

Rong Baiwen was softened by the man's gentle and ruthless movements, and the hand supporting his body was unbelievably soft. He couldn't help but turn his face and look at Xiong Zhipeng.

Xiong Zhipeng kissed his lips, kneading his buttocks, and slipped his hands to the openings that had not yet contracted. Three fingers were easily inserted into the small holes, hooking his fingers on the intestinal wall. He found that the intestinal wall was still wriggling thirsty, and then he bit his fingers.

"Hmm..." Rong Baiwen groaned from his kissed mouth, his arms supporting his body finally softened weakly, and even the hands that were rubbing his genital fell limply, only his buttocks suffered the dryness of his fingers.

The intense kiss gradually took away Rong Baiwen's breath, and the rough fingers slammed into the sensitive intestinal wall. The strong pleasure made Rong Baiwen's thighs tremble, and the semen that came out was squirting out of the small hole, staining the man's strong hands.

The thrill of suffocation made one's mind go white, and his consciousness seemed to be only the meat hole that started to shrink behind him. Rong Baiwen didn't even know when Xiong Zhipeng would let go of his mouth, but he still kept his mouth half open to be kissed. In this posture, the saliva that he couldn't swallow covered his lips, which seemed to be rosy and moist as he waited for the cock to be inserted.

"Asshole... Bastard... I'm going to ejaculate..." Rong Baiwen muttered to himself unconsciously, he bit his fingertips, but he didn't know that what he was biting was Xiong Zhipeng's finger.

Xiong Zhipeng's fingers were so painful that they were almost bitten off by Rong Baiwen. Rong Baiwen's handsome face became redder and redder as he twisted his snow-white buttocks, chasing the extreme pleasure of finger holes and genital rubbing against the sheets.

Suddenly, Rong Baiwen let go of the fingers in his mouth: "Cum... ah ah... my butthole is going to cum... ah..." Screaming and tightening his ass, the spasm of the small hole spewed out a cloud of white turbidity.

Rong Baiwen grabbed his genital and flicked it a few times, and the thin semen mixed with some pale yellow urine flowed out.

Xiong Zhipeng watched his promiscuous movements during orgasm, his cock became hard all of a sudden, and he added a finger, and all four fingers together to stir the orgasm's little pussy.

Rong Baiwen rubbed his genitalia uncontrollably, the urine flowed more and more, the sensitive intestines spasmed again, and the extreme orgasm made it twitch non-stop.

Xiong Zhipeng forced himself to pull out his fingers, otherwise, Rong Baiwen's already open body would only make him even more beastly.

He touched Rong Baiwen's sweaty body and was reluctant to leave this person at all.

Rong Baiwen was lying on the wooden bed in a daze, with red spots all over his back, between the two red buttocks is a completely open hole, the semen of the white flower is dyed between the legs, and the soft genital are pressed on the bed sheet, and a small watermark is printed on the bed sheet.

Xiong Zhipeng picked up Rong Baiwen's small bullet underwear and put it in his pocket as a collection, but instead put his cotton underwear on Rong Baiwen.

Seeing Rong Baiwen wearing his underwear, Xiong Zhipeng felt a secret pleasure in his heart and then helped Rong Baiwen put on other clothes.

Rong Baiwen, who was too soft to move his fingers, didn't notice Xiong Zhipeng's sinister intentions, and let Xiong Zhipeng help him get dressed.

Xiong Zhipeng picked up the money from the bed and the ground, put it back into the bag, and then picked up Rong Baiwen who was unable to get up, Rong Baiwen immediately struggled.

"If you move again, I will have to fuck you in front of others." Xiong Zhipeng threatened.

Rong Baiwen gritted his teeth, glared at Xiong Zhipeng, nestled in his arms honestly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You wait..."

"I'll wait." Xiong Zhipeng curled his lips, picked up his bag, and strode out of the simple shed.