Chapter 2： (1/2)

Most definitely.

With him.

In just a few seconds of hesitation, the man outside the door had run out of patience, and began to kick the door. The cowhide substrate should not be kicked on the iron plate desperately, anxious to kick a big hole. The neighbor was disturbed by the loud noise, and leaned out in dissatisfaction, yelling loudly through an anti-theft door: "What, demolition at night ?!"

The neighbor is also violent. He An was afraid that the two would not agree with each other, so he had to let the irritable visitor enter the door, and at the same time embarrassed his neighbor: "Sorry, my friend is drunk, my mind is not clear, and my temper is irritable I didn't bother you ... ah! "

Before he could finish speaking, he was gripped by the collar with a brutal force.

The man slammed the door and dragged him all the way to the room. There was a piece of water seeping from the bathroom floating on the floor tiles, which was particularly slippery. He An didn't step on his foot, and his center of gravity was out of balance. The man didn't even look back and looked at him. He grabbed his arm and slammed it, and fell on the single bed in the air.

He An was caught off guard, so he fell on his back without support, hitting his back against the bedboard heavily, wrinkling the sheets more than half.

The corners of the sheet that had been pressed under the mattress were all pulled out, and a twisted wrinkle spread under him, as if a piece of glass had been punched with a punch and the cracks were cracked.

The man stood at the end of the bed and looked at He An. His eyes were dull, his breathing was heavy, his entire face was expressionless, and he was clearly unconscious. But weirdly, he didn't have a bit of alcohol, only a slight smell of tobacco.

After a few seconds, probably enough, he quickly unfastened the belt, pulled down the zipper, put the thumbs of both hands into the inside of the waist, and cut off the trousers and panties.

At the sight of the black-purple fierce thing, He An's face turned pale, his elbows braced his upper body and pulled back desperately, twisted his heavy body to pull the bedside table drawer, and wanted to take out the condom and lubricant inside. Before he got it, the man grabbed his ankle roughly and dragged him back.

After such a drag, the sheets were greatly skewed, and most of them fell to the ground.

He An panicked and shouted, "Fei, please be awake, see what I look like now!"

Struggling to get out of bed, he pressed his shoulders and pressed back. The man knelt between his knees, frowning, and looked at him with chaotic eyes. He didn't see anything for a long time, and sneered disgustedly: "Old, ugly."

After talking up, he lifted his butt, opened his two thighs, and wanted to poke in while holding his sexual hair.

No lubrication was done, even Omega's physique could not secrete body fluid within a few seconds, so the meat head was stuck in the **** mouth and couldn't get in. Like violently **** a rusty screw, both sides were in pain. He An really hurts his psychological shadow. His lumbar spine has been tight. For a long time, his stomach began to feel uncomfortable, and there was a dull dull pain.

Men are violent at this time. Relatively, their thinking is very simple. He An, like countless times before, comforted him with a gentle tone like a child, saying that you quit first and wait for me to lubricate, you can come in comfortably and enjoy.

"Hurry up."

The man believed him for a while, withdrew the flesh blade, his arm was still firmly supported at the end of the bed, a pair of **** eyes stared at He An, his eyes were as sharp as a gun sight, ready to fire back.