MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Actor forty-first act

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Ling Lang's * has been completely awakened, without having to look at him, he knows that his face must be very red, and that is not exactly the role of alcohol. He touched the button of his suit, but he couldn't release one for a long time because of the shaking of his hands.

"Stuck," Feng Hao called the scene to stop, "Do you think you're making a documentary?"

Ling Lang's hands froze over his chest, at a loss.

"Turn around and face the camera."

Ling Lang had a difficult rotation of thirty degrees, facing the camera. Even an actor rarely faces the camera like this. When applied to this kind of shooting, if it is not a large part of the inner drama, it must be to interact with the audience. Ling Lang has almost seen that there are countless people through the screen. Watching his every move at this moment.

He swallowed again, apparently not yet officially started, his chest could not control the ups and downs, he could not complete the fine movement of unbuttoning with one hand, and had to use the other hand, only half a day to solve Open one.

Feng Hao was satisfied. "Keep this pace."

Ling Lang's hand moved to the next one. This time took longer than usual. Ling Lang's suit was taken off and thrown aside, and then he couldn't wait to loosen his tie. It seemed that he could breathe through his breath. .

The tie was untied by a third and hung loosely around the neck. The first button on the shirt was also untied. It was only a step away from abstinence to sexual intercourse. Now Ling Lang is more than just now, The temperament of the whole person is very different.

Feng Hao, who had not spoken, said, "The second button on the shirt, hold it."

Ling Lang did what he said, unbuttoned the second button and sent it to his lips for a kiss. Then he rubbed it gently on the lips, licked his tongue out, his eyes always looked straight at the camera, tilted Do all your acting skills to please the opposite audience.

He put half a button in his mouth, raised his head slightly, and began to untie one. Finally, the third button was also untied, and Ling Lang's hand was inserted from the placket. Through the clothes, he could be seen stroking his chest.

After a flash of light flashed, Ling Lang found out that I do n’t know when Feng Hao had a camera in his hand and was shooting at him. He was a little nervous, but more excited. The sound of the shutter rattled in his ears, and every strong light recorded his attitude at the moment *.

Feng Hao shifted his position slightly, Ling Lang loosened his teeth and followed his lens until his entire head turned to the right. He slowly pulled off the collar of the shirt, exposing half of his shoulders, and the delicate collarbone was covered by the wrist. Looming. He lifted his head, exposing the most charming neck curve to the camera completely, and his throat knot squirmed up and down, as if to indicate how hungry he was at this moment.

More and more buttons were untied one by one, Ling Lang's hands were swimming, slowly pushed from the sides of the body to the center of the chest, after the encounter, he moved his hands on his shoulders and slid his arms around his waist. After staying there for a while, the two hands were held down on the crotch at the same time. Each action was filled with the feminine pliable beauty, and the male masculinity was condensed. The seductive two points on the chest were exposed and sometimes blocked. If you want to refuse, you still welcome, if you want to say it's off.

Ling Lang raised his hand, the white shirt floated to the ground, his upper body was completely exposed to the air, and the reddish-brown breast | head became firm and stiff because of his excitement. He grabbed his tie in one hand and held it in the air. It was swept away, replaced by rebellion and cruelty.

The tie shifted from the neck to the wrist. His hands were raised high, his wrists were tied together by the tie. He still stared straight at the camera, his face full of unyielding and hostility.

At this time, Ling Lang exudes a kind of compulsive beauty from head to toe. Every move can evoke the beast of the onlooker | desire, people can't help but want to crush all the uninhibited in his eyes. Stomp on his feet, and spare no effort to destroy his personality, making him a complete slave.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed, and Ling Lang turned around, showing an attractive depression on the lower back, which could not accurately capture his movements through the lens.

The **** and the pants were faded a little, until the buttocks were exposed, if any, the drop of the **** stopped, but the trousers slipped to the feet.

Ling Lang turned his back to the camera, slowly raised his right foot, and took a step backward. He also stepped his left foot in the same way. Every time his foot was raised and lowered, it was slow and strong, so that the lines of the leg muscles It is fully displayed in front of the camera.

He bent down, stayed in this position deliberately for a while, then picked up the trousers on the ground and left them aside, and finally he took off only the last panties. The pure white tight **** perfected his hips. The ground outlines, and the slightly exposed cleavage spring light leaks out, and the orange-yellow warming lamp even sets the ambiguous atmosphere on the scene to the top.

Ling Lang stood still, and seemed to have anxiety about what would happen next. Feng Hao did not allow him more time to think, and sternly ordered, "Continue."

Ling Lang turned around again, facing the camera, and knelt straight.

His feet are curved, his toes are on the ground, his two knees are apart, and the **** wrapped in his underwear is already erect. It seems that he will break through the restraint of the cloth at any time and appear in broad daylight.

Ling Lang leaned back, supported the ground with his right hand, and covered the raised ball with his left hand, stroking it up and down across the panties. His breathing intensified with a clear gradient, his lips opened slightly, his eyes became blurred and fine. The eyelashes trembled like a brush, and water vapor gradually gathered in the eyes.

After playing with his body for a while, his right hand was reluctantly transferred to the front chest. Two fingers gripped the head of the breast, rubbed and turned, and the already stiff tip was raised more and more.

After touching this side, he shifted to the other side, and his left hand unknowingly reached into his underwear, stroking where he could not see, arousing infinite reverie.

Ling Lang's hand retreated from his underwear and pulled out a long transparent silk thread. He sucked his fingers in his mouth and sucked, his face was intoxicated.

"Take off," Feng Hao ordered again, Ling Lang gritted his teeth, and the last piece of concealer finally left himself. At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the camera. He was naked, naked, shaved, and unmasked. Nothing left.

The shutter sound rang without interruption. Ling Langguang was motionless, and he felt an unprecedented excitement. Feng Hao pushed the lens beside him, taking a close-up of his private office, Ling Lang even sent down the lower one forward. Send in hopes that he can shoot more clearly.

He held his hand □, one step up and one down, from slow to fast | One thing fell from the top of the shed to his mouth, turned out to be a radio microphone, Ling Lang's voice gradually sounded in this small space, one after another, from short to long, that groan | incomparable *, only human bones can be heard All need to be crisped off.

"Stop," Feng Hao interrupted Ling Lang's pleasure. Despite all reluctance, Ling Lang forced himself to stop.

I saw Feng Hao opened the cabinet on the wall, and a row of adult products were neatly arranged, from the smallest jumping egg to the thick massage of the baby's arm | stick, there are also raised dots on the stick body, you can see Ling Lang was dazzled.

"This row is exactly ten," Feng Hao counted. "Now you can tell your next phone number."

Ling Lang narrowed his eyes and seemed to be struggling to remember his next phone number. His mind was not as sober as usual, and it took a little time to solve this originally easy problem.

It should be 6, Ling Lang counted from the left, one, two, three, four, five, six. The sixth one is a G-spot massage. Fortunately, it doesn't look very scary.

"Yes 6," he answered Feng Hao's question.

Feng Hao nodded and compared his hands. "Choose six from the inside."

Ling Lang was dumbfounded.

He pondered repeatedly, and finally picked out six kinds that looked milder in it, and the massage with the bump | stick was naturally not among them.

"Are you ready?" Feng Hao confirmed to him.

Ling Lang nodded.

"You don't have to choose it now."

He watched as Feng Hao took away the few things he picked out, and everything left in front of him made him frightened. One of them didn't even know the purpose.

Feng Hao picked up the first vial. "I'm curious why you didn't choose this one because you don't know what it contains?"

The bottle of Ling Lang was seen every day. It was the kind that Feng Hao filled him with medicine, but intuitively told Ling Lang that it would never be so simple.

"This is an enhanced version of the medicine you usually use. The second bottle of medicine you use is a section of it, and now it is a second section. As for this bottle," Feng Hao put the bottle in front of him. "It is the final section. . "

Ling Lang looked at the bottle in front of him for a moment, still reached for it, squeezed two drops at the fingertips, and evenly applied it to his back | acupoint, and slowly massaged until the liquid was completely absorbed.

This time, the drug did not work as slowly as usual. Ling Lang's body was ignited. The entire entrance was itchy and numb, and his body was numb.

"How do you feel?" Feng Hao asked knowingly.

Ling Langyu | Burning in the fire, listening to Feng Hao's voice is like a layer of cellophane.

A violent sound of mechanical rotation sounded, Feng Hao turned on the second prop switch. Ling Lang couldn't name it at all. Its top was a semi-spherical ball. No matter the radius of the ball or the frequency of vibration, Ling Lang shuddered, it was even connected to a power source, and even the battery could not carry its power.

"Rest assured, this thing is not put behind you," Feng Hao said. The thing in his hand had reached Ling Lang's chest. Ling Lang exclaimed, the delicate organs couldn't bear such a rough treatment, short In a few seconds his **** | head had been rubbed flushed.

Ling Lang dodged instinctively, but returned to the original position one by one under Feng Hao's gaze. He thought that the torture would last for a long time, but he unexpectedly turned off the switch soon.

"What are you nervous about? This thing can't be used for a long time, the explosive power is too strong, and the endurance naturally can't keep up, it's really a chicken rib," Feng Hao threw it aside disgustingly, Ling Lang stretched out a long time. Tone.

The nervousness just made him ignore the physical abnormality for a while, but now he relaxes, the effect of the drug is overwhelming, and the effect is even several times stronger than that.

Ling Lang's sight could not help but floated on the remaining two things, even the horrible massage | At this moment, it looks full of temptation, he licked his lips subconsciously.

"Want either?" The temptation sounded in my ear.

"Well," Ling Lang replied without thinking. After realizing what he had said, he felt ashamed immediately.

Feng Hao chuckled.

The thing in front of me was picked up, "Since you want it so, use it next."

The author has something to say: Yes, I'm sorry, before writing OTZ Xiaoxinxin, the author broke the word count as soon as he wrote the content of the yellow storm?

Act 41: Move the small bench to see the filming audience. (I estimate that the record of these two days is this one ...) Yes [Building a dream] [阿 凝 小 阿姨] [猫 和 喵] [Xiao Qi Silent] [丫 py] [Kudo Yu] [Walking around] [Qi Lanruo] [Failure] [Yi Mu] [Yi Yi] [Ji] [Fiao A Piao] [Ai Ge], there are a lot of audiences who buy tickets How about a lucky audience draw after the film ends?

Drop a [sleeve].