[R18] Turn on lustful mode (bisexual NTR) – “Turn on the lustful mode (bisexual NTR)” Chapter 41 [English]

40 strangers (pussy washed with nozzle)

Zhao Yang was panicking and resisting, but at the same time it was difficult to resist. There was an irritating itching in his body. Under the washing of the water column, it quickly dispersed and gathered repeatedly. Zhao Yang felt that he was wandering between hell and heaven. The pleasure came like a surge. Zhao Yang’s mind went blank. He seemed to see a white light in front of his eyes. He screamed loudly and fell softly into the man’s arms. BreastsThe milk that spurted out quickly wet the clothes on the man’s chest.

The man did not stop the movement of his hand. The small nozzle still stayed in Zhao Yang’s cunt. It poured water on the shrinking cunt responsibly. It wanted to use the water jet to open a channel for the tightly wrapped cunt, hoping that his member could reach deep.

At this moment, Zhao Yang was still enjoying the afterglow of the climax. The long-term release made his whole lower body feel soft, and his whole vagina and inside had a cold feeling. However, the warm and scalding water washed the pussy inside, and the warmth spread from the limbs to every inch of the body, making he feel comfortable again. The pussy in the vagina tasted the sweetness and contracted harder, hoping to keep all the water inside the body.

The nozzle in the man’s hand wanted to explore a little further, and soon only a small section of the luminous handle was left. Under the impact of hot water, the stainless steel handle also emitted heat. The part left inside the body was like a heated dick, scalding hot. It burned from the cunt to Zhao Yang’s heart, and the wetness flowed out of the body., the water flowing out of the nozzle was mixed together, squeezed out of Zhao Yang’s vagina, passed through the vagina, opened the enlarged labia, and finally followed the water flow and poured into the sewer.

Zhao Yang’s body is extremely sensitive. A simple touch can make him tremble. He lies in the man’s arms, unable to resist the man. He keeps begging and tempting the man, but he can’t make the man give up.

Zhao Yang didn’t know how many times he had experienced this kind of thing. Under the humiliation of lust, he could only follow his body’s instincts and go from one climax to another. Soon, only the cunt was left in his body, and the rest seemed to have lost the ability to sense. Even the flow of water droplets on his body made his body tremble and tremble. At this moment, Zhao Yang seemed to realize clearly that he could not escape no matter what.

As in the past, men would humiliate he to the point of dying. Zhao Yang didn’t know why men were so obsessed with cleaning their cunts. Only the words he heard when he collapsed, and the man never said a word after that. Zhao Yang, who was constantly writhing in lust, wanted to grab something from it, but could only keep giving up.

Under the constant spasms of Zhao Yang’s body, the man seemed to be satisfied. Then he stopped what he was doing and turned off the water. When he took out the nozzle, he did not respond to Zhao Yang’s long climax. The action could not be said to be rude, but it also made Zhao Yang, who was like mud, incontinent again under the stimulation of the nozzle, and then fainted.

The man looked at Zhao Yang who had fainted from lust and hot water. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his body was shaking uncomfortably. Two blushes rose up on his fair face, which gave Zhao Yang a different kind of beauty. The man kissed Zhao Yang’s nose lovingly, held him in his arms tenderly, and placed him on a comfortable bed.

Zhao Yang came to think of it by smelling the fragrance. When he was awake, he could hear the sounds coming from the kitchen. Even through the blindfold, Zhao Yang could still feel the warm sunlight shining through the cloth on his eyes, making him feel the temperature bit by bit. His stiff and sore body gradually became more energetic.

In this atmosphere, Zhao Yang’s emotions were also affected. The anxiety of being unable to see, the fear of men, and the helplessness of his own body could no longer be suppressed. They all poured out from the dark place. Soon, Zhao Yang was filled with sadness. Under the wireless self-pity and self-pity, he began to cry softly.

The man at the door now looked at Zhao Yang who was crying. He was at a loss for what to do. He just wanted to keep this person by his side and not care about his previous promiscuous life. Even if the cunt had been tasted by many cocks, as long as he had the patience to clean it, he would still be the one he could never forget in his heart.

Looking at Zhao Yang who was crying so sadly, the man realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.

The crying sound slowly became quieter, and gradually turned into gasping. The man also mustered up the courage, came to the bedside, and sat next to Zhao Yang. The man clearly felt Zhao Yang’s stiffness, and soon the man on the bed moved his body inward. Even if it was slight, the situation was obvious in this situation, especially the sound of the body moving, which made Zhao Yang’s face feel hot.

Just like this, Zhao Yang, without warning, the blindfolded cloth, like a slippery fish, broke away from his eyes, crossed his fiery face, and finally left him with the man’s hand. After being in the dark for a long time, he suddenly saw the light. Zhao Yang’s bare eyes hurt, and the tears that were finally stopped slipped from the sore eyes again, and were rubbed clean by rough fingertips.

A tall silhouette vaguely appeared in front of Zhao Yang’s eyes. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to get rid of the fog in front of him and imprison him. The man’s appearance was clearly visible. The first thing that caught his eyes was the man’s thick black hair. Each one was like a short thorn, standing on the man’s head. Zhao Yang subconsciously wanted a hedgehog. At the same time, the man lowered his head slightly and raised his hand, wanting to reach out to Zhao Yang and stroke him.The naked and tender body hidden under the quilt

Zhao Yang had thousands of assumptions, but he never thought that he would meet this person who meant something different to him under such circumstances.

The man looked at Zhao Yang with surprise in his eyes. He found that he had been separated from this person for so long, and after years of hard work, this person could still recognize him at a glance. The man felt a little happy and relieved. He hugged this person who made him think about him day and night, and asked in a gentle voice, “Xiaoyang, do you miss me?”

Zhao Yang, who was held in He’s arms, carefully hugged the man. He kept rubbing the man’s neck with the tip of his nose, trying to make sure that this was not his dream. Zhao Yang had men appear in countless dreams, but whenever he woke up, there was only wireless loneliness. He’s voice trembled and he said intermittently, “Where have you been? Where have you been? I can’t find you, I can’t find you, I’m so scared.”

The man gently stroked He’s back, “Don’t be afraid… Don’t be afraid, Xiaoyang… I will never leave you again, don’t worry.”

When Zhao Yang heard the man’s promise, he climbed up from the man’s arms with some joy. With tears in his eyes, he smiled and said to the man, “Brother…brother…Xiaoyang finally found you.”

The man looked at Zhao Yang, who was forcing a smile, and felt a slight ache in his heart. The resentment and lack of self-love for his brother seemed to have dissipated at this moment, and he attributed everything to the source of his unreasonable departure.

Zhao Yang was like a puppy that finally found its owner after being separated for a long time. He kept kissing the man excitedly, and shouted coquettishly and happily, “Brother…Brother…Xiaoyang’s favorite brother”

The man’s heart felt sore and swollen as he looked at it, and he kissed Zhao Yang back.