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The man's actions were urgent, first pushing Mu Shaoqing down impatiently, then lifting the hem of his clothes and taking off his upper body, spreading his legs and pressing them above Mu Shaoqing's body.
The man looked at Mu Shaoqing's face with interest, seeming very satisfied with his conquest.
He reached out his right hand and pinched Mu Shaoqing's chin, slowly leaning towards him. The imposing feeling brought by his strong body made Mu Shaoqing involuntarily lean back.
The room was not very large, but it was fully equipped with various facilities, so the bed was only a little over two meters wide, just enough for the massive man in front of him to sleep on.
Just a few backward strokes, and Mu Shaoqing hit the wall at the head of the bed. The clothes were very thin, and the cold feeling from the skin made Mu Shaoqing very uncomfortable.
The man in front of her just sneered at Mu Shaoqing's actions and then continued to press on.
The man calmly unbuttoned the first hidden button on Mu Shaoqing's collar, then firmly grabbed his arms to control his movements.
Mu Shaoqing's right foot was injured, and his arms were restrained, making it almost impossible for him to move. The man's strength was surprisingly great.
Helpless, Mu Shaoqing could only watch as the man approached closer and closer. Mu Shaoqing looked calmly at the man in front of him, determined to remember this face and the humiliation of today, vowing to repay him twofold in the future.
Even though thoughts were churning in his mind, there was no change in Mu Shaoqing's expression. His clean and fair face remained indifferent.
Seeing Mu Shaoqing's calm demeanor, the man also smiled, making his handsome face even more charming.
It seems that Mu Shaoqing noticed that the man had been staring at his every move. The man raised his eyebrows and slowly leaned his nose towards Mu Shaoqing's neck, then gently extended his tongue to lick it. Mu Shaoqing couldn't see the satisfaction in the man's eyes, but he could guess it. The man probably fought with those men just now for him. He didn't expect that he, a grown man, would become the target of these ruffians.
Feeling the warmth at his neck, Mu Shaoqing also moved one of the few parts of his body that he could still control, tilting his head to the side.
Having already captured his prey, how could the hunter allow it to escape?
The man immediately reached out and directly pressed Mu Shaoqing's head, turning it back, and then made an even more crazy move.
The man finally stopped hiding, and his eyes were almost unable to suppress the fire of desire. He began to lick Mu Shaoqing's neck frantically, as if it were some rare and delicious delicacy.
With the man's increasingly crazy behavior, his breathing became more and more rapid, and each breath sprayed hot air near Mu Shaoqing's ear.
Unavoidably, Mu Shaoqing's ears gradually turned pink, and it's hard to say what this situation meant.
Mu Shaoqing was originally unmoved, but for some reason, there was suddenly a scent of roses and cinnamon in the room, making the dizzy person feel nauseous.
The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and the fragrance became increasingly strong. When he and the man in front of him were almost enveloped by this temperature, Mu Shaoqing finally couldn't help it.
Mu Shaoqing struggled, furrowing his brow as he tried to push the man in front of him away, but the man remained as immovable as a giant rock.
To the man, Mu Shaoqing's actions were like a little cat's playful antics, neither painful nor itchy.
The man's beautiful face began to take on an intoxicating wine-red color, his golden curly hair scattered and disheveled, with only the tips damp against his hormonally charged skin.
If it were an ordinary encounter with such a man, Mu Shaoqing would have wanted to befriend him, but if it meant befriending him in this way, he still politely declined.
Finally, as the atmosphere was about to reach its climax, Mu Shaoqing felt that a seal on his body was about to be released. He quickly bit the man's shoulder.
The man ignored it and continued his actions, even showing signs of wanting to tear Mu Shaoqing apart and devour him whole.
When the buttons on his chest were unbuttoned by the man, leaving only one, Mu Shaoqing finally spoke harshly.
He had never imagined that his teeth were so sharp that they could easily pierce the man's skin in front of him.
Thick blood emanated from his mouth, seemingly carrying a faint scent of roses, intoxicating the senses.
The pain in his shoulder made the man pause, and he tightly gripped Mu Shaoqing's arms to pull him away. Then, an incredulous expression appeared on his face, as if he couldn't believe that Mu Shaoqing would resist.
Soon, the man began to act as if he had consumed fake alcohol, his eyebrows arched, and the corners of his mouth and eyes became even more rosy. The scent of roses on his body also became heavier, as if he wanted to drown Mu Shaoqing in it.
Ignoring the bite marks on Mu Shaoqing, the man buried his head in Mu Shaoqing's neck and began to lick it, seemingly having a special fondness for that area.
Seeing the man like this, Mu Shaoqing was also helpless. He adjusted his own neck, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Noticing Mu Shaoqing's movement, the man hugged him tightly, not allowing him to move. Then, with a wave of saliva, he marked Mu Shaoqing's neck with his own scent, before contentedly starting to reach under his clothes to enjoy a feast.
The man's movements became more and more urgent, and the sounds of their breathing and gasping filled every corner of the small room. The man had already taken off Mu Shaoqing's entire shirt and casually thrown it on the ground.
Compared to the man's muscular physique, Mu Shaoqing seemed as fragile as a white chicken. Seeing this, Mu Shaoqing unwillingly placed a hand on the man's shoulder, wanting to push him away.
The man glanced in confusion at Mu Shaoqing's actions. That's when Mu Shaoqing noticed a silver-white pattern on the man's abdomen, looking mysterious and ancient. It didn't seem like a tattoo, more like something growing within the man's blood, with what seemed like flowing light inside. With the man's panting, layers of phosphorescence emerged.
Upon seeing Mu Shaoqing's attention drawn to the text and images on his abdomen, the man smiled happily, then boldly placed Mu Shaoqing's hand on the text and images on his abdomen, as if requesting him to touch the silver-white lines on his body.
These mysterious text and images seemed like some kind of symbols, yet also resembled a code he had once spoken of.
At one point, Mu Shaoqing had a headache. Some fragments flashed through his mind, but when he tried to think carefully, he couldn't remember anything.
As he touched these vivid lines, Mu Shaoqing became obsessed. He followed these lines more and more, until they all converged into one point. Only then did he realize that he had touched a terrible spot.
Mu Shaoqing was shaken to the core, wanting to let go, but how could she allow the man, whose eyes were almost engulfed by desire, to do so.
The man pressed down on Mu Shaoqing's hand, continuing downwards, passing through his own waistband, arriving at a mysterious triangular area.
Feeling the heat in his hand, Mu Shaoqing quickly wanted to let go and escape, but the man's grip was surprisingly strong. He covered Mu Shaoqing's hand with his own and began to move them together on his own arousal.
The intersection of Mu Shaoqing's hand and his own hand at a certain point on his body brought the man a great sense of excitement, and he let out several low, captivating moans.
The feeling of giving someone a hand job is not very pleasant. Mu Shaoqing can't escape, he can only passively accept it. The warmth on his hand makes Mu Shaoqing uncomfortable, and the man's large asset makes him envious. Why does this man have such a big one!
As soon as I thought that such a big thing would enter my body in a while, Mu Shaoqing felt terrible.
The man held Mu Shaoqing's hand, his movements were very awkward, as if he didn't do it often. Soon, he confessed that his pants were instantly wet.
Mu Shaoqing's mood improved a lot, but soon his mood turned bad again.
The fine golden hair on the man's forehead was dampened by sweat. He paused for a moment, then quickly got up, took off his pants, even throwing his underwear directly on the ground, along with Mu Shaoqing's shirt.
A whole undressing process, the man's eyes were fixed on Mu Shaoqing, afraid of his escape.
After undressing, the man took big steps and knelt beside Mu Shaoqing, reaching out his right hand to stroke his own little prince up and down.
It seems that there's no escaping this disaster. Looking at the man's nearly twenty-inch size, Mu Shaoqing felt a chill down his spine and silently swallowed hard. The story has not yet reached its conclusion, and you will never know how it ends.
Unexpectedly, the next move of the man in front of Mu Shaoqing shocked his values.
He saw the man sitting on Mu Shaoqing's lap, facing him with his legs open, inserting a finger into his own anus, and then reaching out to pull Mu Shaoqing's hand over, as if asking for assistance.
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