Quickly Wear - FOD Extra 2

Chapter 8

Zi Xuan stood in the dark alley, his eyes red, looking at the brothel opposite him. Two prostitutes supported a drunken man through the door. One put her hand into the pendulum of his coat, caressed his strong pectoral muscles, and the other whispered in his ear, occasionally hiding her lips and giggling.

The big man seemed to be stirred up. He grabbed the prostitute in his arms and gnawed at her wantonly. He kept rubbing her rich, white and greasy bunches of soft meat with his big palms. Coming and going guests laughed loudly when they saw the scene, and a few whistled to make the big man work harder.

The lustful picture stung Zixuan's pupils. He put his hands together and told the Buddha about his sin. He then jumped onto the roof without hesitation and approached the brothel.

He couldn't help wondering what the man was doing right now. Would he have fun with a couple of prostitutes like other men? The imagined picture made his heart ache and made the vigor and true Qi flow uncontrollably through the meridians, making him stagger and almost fall from the roof. He stopped immediately and sat on the roof for a breath. It took him a moment to get rid of his confusion.

He didn't know which Pavilion he was looking for, so he could only stand and look around, then choose a direction by intuition and quickly sweep away.

Around him were guards who had their acupuncture points sealed, and these tricks were supposed to be the man's masterpiece, which means he must be nearby. Zi Xuan's mood eased slightly, and he went past courtyard after courtyard searching, but suddenly froze. Hidden among the thick branches and leaves, he stared incredibly at the two men in the opposite room.

There were two men, a thin man, and a tall, strong man, leaning forward and backward against the window. The thin man wore nothing, his hands on the windowsill, two lines of tears hanging on his cheeks, his eyebrows tightened and his expression was painful.

The tall man stood naked behind him, slapping his white buttocks with one hand, grabbing his hair with the other, constantly speaking foul language in his mouth. A purple-red giant was closely connected with the man's private place, and repeatedly rammed deep, shallow and light into it.

Although Zixuan is a monk, he spent a lot of time walking in the rivers and lakes. He did not know anything about men and women in detail, but he also knew what he should know. At present, however, both men are clearly men, but they are doing things that only men and women can do. From their painful and joyful expressions, as well as their constant pumping and striking movements, Zi Xuan already knew that they were having sex.

Saints have a saying: Do not look at, listen to and move without ceremony.

Zi Xuan knew that he should leave this place quickly. He did not see anything, but his footsteps were sticking to the branches and could not be moved.

A man and a man can be so intimate, this recognition opened a door for him that has never been pushed open, let him appreciate the scenery that has never been appreciated, so strange, shocking.

He felt panic, shock, confusion, but vaguely excited.

In a trance, the thin man's face becomes the beautiful face of that man that makes him miss and worry about him in his heart. The tall man becomes himself. He is striking hard into the hot and humid depths with all his strength.

"Ah, this slave is coming! Your excellency, hurry up, and finish this slave! "The thin man suddenly screamed loudly, then pushed his waist and limbs down, and the tall place squirted white and muddy, splashed on the windowsill, and splashed on his smooth chest.

The strong man worked hard for more than a dozen times before trembling on the man's back and putting a little white turbidity into his opponent's mouth, ordering him to eat up as much as possible. The man has some grievances but dare not resist, reluctantly swallow dirt, eyes full of tears.