My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 134

But Shang Yanzhou seemed to feel that it was not enough, kissing him became more and more unscrupulous, and his movements became more and more unscrupulous, and took off Wen Changlang's short shirt in two or three strokes.

Wen Changlang quickly pushed him, his tone a bit tense:

"This is the living room! The chef will be back soon!"

Panting heavily, Shang Yanzhou said hoarsely:

"Okay, then let's go back to the room, the room is soundproof."

Wen Changlang's face suddenly turned red: "..."

What is sound insulation in a room? . .

One hugged Wen Changlang horizontally, and Shang Yanzhou quickly stepped up the stairs, not allowing Wen Changlang to refuse, so he closed the door with a bang, and then threw Wen Changlang on the soft bed, his eyes seemed to be staring at him. Like a prey, Wen Changlang was at a loss.

Shang Yanzhou's hoarse and magnetic voice, with a seductive smile, was simply terrific.

Slowly took off his coat, shirt, and trousers.

After Shang Yanzhou finished all this, he slowly approached Wen Changlang oppressively, his eyes were like a whirlpool, trying to swallow people in.

Looking at those eyes, Wen Changlang slowly raised the corners of his lips, willing to fall into this gentle whirlpool and be intoxicated together.

Clasping the back of his neck tightly, Wen Changlang took the initiative to kiss him.

Shang Yanzhou let him kiss, his own hand kept on touching, and before Wen Changlang could react, the two had already faced each other sincerely.

The fiery touch, the hot chest, the scorching entanglement, the air is filled with a faint aroma of wine, sweet and mellow, just like the person under him, making people addicted.

Bowing his head and biting the protruding dogwood, Wen Changlang trembled violently as if he had been hit by an electric shock, and then all the senses of his body were concentrated on that part, which was numb and excruciating.

"Shang Yanzhou...you, can you be gentle, you are about to be bitten off!"

Wen Changlang panted heavily, and cursed the person on his chest in a low voice.

Shang Yanzhou kept his hands on his hands, raised his head slightly to glance at Wen Changlang, and asked very seriously:

"You don't like it?"

Wen Changlang choked: "..."

Is it possible that I want to say that I like it?Shame is not shame!

"Looking at your intoxicated expression, it doesn't seem like you don't like it."

Shang Yanzhou answered spontaneously, then lowered his head and bit it, tugging and twisting lightly.

When his hand came to the forbidden place, Wen Changlang's whole body shook, he held his breath, his body was tense, and he didn't dare to relax.

Shang Yanzhou was not in a hurry, he just lingered around, and then teased:

"Scared?"

"Who... who is afraid!"

Wen Changlang yelled out of breath, and only after he finished yelling did he realize how soft his voice was, and it had no deterrent power at all.

Somewhat annoyed, he closed his mouth, refusing to make another sound.

With scorching palms, Shang Yanzhou caressed every inch of Wen Changlang's body. Wherever he went, it was like being spread by fire, causing scalding ripples.

In the end, those hands stopped at the most shameful place in Wen Changlang. One hand moved up and down in front and the other behind, trying to break through the defense line and go deeper.

While being happy, Wen Changlang tried his best to hold back the low moans that were coming to his mouth. He couldn't help it anymore, so Wen Changlang gritted his teeth, but the broken moans came out in no time.

Slowly squeezed in a little bit, Shang Yanzhou was sweating profusely, and his whole body was arched. Just after he got in a little bit, he was almost scalded by the heat inside and almost came out, tight and warm. This feeling is really...

Buckle up!

"Young Master, the Shang mansion is wired in!"