: End of Act 43

Feng Hao adjusted the angle of the camera so that the lens could be more accurately aimed at Ling Lang's face. Ling Lang was lying on the ground like a dog, with both hands on his knees, his head raised high, and the silver collar on his neck was plated with brass by warm light, and the bells trembling reflected the light.
Feng Hao bounced the bell and made a clear and pleasant sound, "Do you know what this is for?"
Ling Lang didn't know.
"You will know it later," he sold a key, and walked behind Ling Lang again.
"You're very good at lying down," Feng Hao's palms circled around Ling Lang's strong buttocks. "But there's nothing to be proud of, because dogs are born with this position."
He raised his hand without warning and patted it with a slap. Ling Lang was not ready. The gluteal muscle suddenly contracted due to the sudden pain, leaving a pale red mark on his buttocks.
"A lying position is also one of the prepared positions, but I don't want to adopt this position today."
He gave another order, "V."
Ling Lang wasn't sure, bending his elbows and laying his head on the ground, just like a seesaw, his hips inevitably tilted up, showing the back
acupoint completely.
"Good," Feng Hao praised. "Do you feel like you have a lot of hands now?"
He said this, Ling Lang suddenly did not know where to put his hands is good, neither stretch, nor song.
Feng Hao solved this problem thoughtfully for him. He screwed Ling Lang's hands behind him, and handcuffed with a wide palm of leather cuffs. Ling Lang was restricted in his freedom, and had to turn his head to his side and share his body with his neck Part of the weight.
Feng Hao tilted the camera down by sixty degrees, and explained carefully, "This angle is like standing in front of you and looking down from the top down, which can arouse the audience's sense of substitution."
The height of Ling Lang's line of sight was limited. In front of his eyes, only Feng Hao's dark and shiny leather shoes were sharpened. The lines of those shoes were as sharp as a knife, combining nobility and arrogance, exuding a cold beauty.
"The upside-down shot will set the figure high and sacred, and the down-shooting will look humble and small," Feng Hao smiled. "These are all taught in the professional courses in the school. I think the seniors must know more than me."
Leather shoes left Ling Lang's vision.
"If you shoot from this angle, the expression of the actor cannot be intoxicated, senior, do you mean it?"
"Well--"
As soon as the last word "Yes" fell, Feng Hao penetrated Ling Lang's body fiercely, Ling Lang's eyebrows tightened tightly, and he moaned, his face showing a painful look.
"That's it," Feng Hao praised him again. "At this time, the more the actor's facial expressions struggle, the more pain, the more violent psychology can be stimulated in the audience. Everyone has a beast in his heart, and a good one The actor is the key to open the cage of the beast. I do n’t know how the senior is doing today. How many cages can he open?

Feng Hao has completely changed from one person to another. This time, the speed and intensity of his attack seemed to be a violent storm, and he attacked Ling Lang's secret cave relentlessly. The gentle and considerate coat was completely torn, and he became ruthless. Beast.
Under his strong impact, Ling Lang was forced to shake with his frequency. His face and knees rubbed against the carpet. His voice was replaced by the next voice before he could burst out of his throat. Yin has long turned into a sigh of urgency as a symbol of patience.
This muffled hum is connected into a string, gradually forming a rhythmic bass, together with the midrange of the two bodies colliding with each other, and the treble of the bells on the collar, playing the ridiculous and extravagant sound together.
"It seems that the seniors can not only impact the best actor award, but also challenge the best soundtrack award by the way," Feng Hao teased him, "I just don't know what the senior will be ready to wear on the red carpet."
"It's better ..." He thought for a moment, and the action of 胯
did not stop because of it. "White shirt, black bow tie, tuxedo ... As for the lower body, as long as white socks and black leather shoes are enough, what do you think? ? "
In the description of Feng Hao, Ling Lang's eyes were full of these three colors, bright red carpets, snow-white shirts, black dresses, the media was full of channels, and there was almost no gap between the flashes and tens of thousands of viewers. Watching the live broadcast on TV, everyone's eyes are focused on his naked lower body. Their eyes were hidden in the shadows, and the corners of their mouths were raised evilly. He walked from one end of the red carpet to the other, and completed an erection process under the eyes of everyone.
"Did you see that picture?" Feng Hao's voice seemed to float down from the clouds. "You can't stand it anymore, go, reach out and touch it, and give it a little caress."
Ling Lang's hand was tied behind him, but the fanciful one seemed to be bewitched, and his hand moved little by little to the place he should not go. The moment he touched it, the uncontrollably sprayed out, Ling Lang felt only a wet abdomen, and he again reached the high tide under the double stimulation of Feng Hao's speech and rhythm.
After the high tide, Ling Lang said that if life was tight and tight, Feng Hao's organs were firmly locked, and the temperature inside his body was so high that he would almost melt away.
Feng Hao sighed sincerely, "I'm not unaware that your body is very sensitive, but your sensitivity is beyond my imagination."
He gave two heavy stops and then stopped, Ling Lang exclaimed unbearably, "Although every man has a prostate, some people will never have a prostate in their lifetime. It will be difficult to do it later. "
His fingers touched the depression in Ling Lang's back all the way, "But you can actually do it twice in a short period of time in such a short time. It's really a superb prostitution
swinging body."
Ling Lang was ashamed to hear him evaluate himself this way.
Feng Hao withdrew from his body again, "I can't think of any adjectives that are more suitable for this movie than the ups and downs of the tide. In particular, the driving of this tide is not by the script, but by the actors The performance is determined. Senior, you really deserve the title of your own film emperor. "
"But then, if you can't create more dramatic conflict, my director will be completely disqualified."
Feng Hao laughed lowly, "Senior, you have given me a big problem."
He walked to the wall and turned the wheels on the wall at a constant speed. A rope with a hook slowly dropped from the ceiling. Ling Lang could only hear the sound of the bearing turning, but he couldn't see what happened, and his heart was filled with unknown fear. .
Feng Hao lowered the hook to a suitable height and returned to Ling Lang. "Since this is the case, we can only hang on to Wei Ya. I don't know if the senior student's physical strength is enough to deal with it."
Ling Lang's hands were untied, but it only took a while, and within a short while, his hands were raised above his head and fastened to the hook with a rope.
"Actually, I prefer a gentler behavior," Feng Hao said completely inconsistent with what he did. "It is forcing me to do this. We all know that the film can only be made more intense, otherwise the audience will have to Run out. "
A rope passed around Ling Lang's right leg, tied a knot at his knee, and hung up again. He had only one leg to bear the weight of the body, but Feng Hao refused to do so, and raised the distance of the hook from the ground a little. Ling Lang was forced to use his toes and his wrist was hurt.
"Men are rarely hanged in this posture," Feng Hao went around Ling Lang and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "I'm wronged to be a tonight."
This insulting word ignited Ling Lang's body that had just been released and cooled down, Feng Hao forcedly pulled over his face, and his tongue could not be refused to penetrate into his mouth, lingering with his tongue, and absorbing his breath freely .
His hand wandered restlessly in front of Ling Lang's chest. He rubbed and twisted at the two spots on his chest, spreading the remaining liquid on his lower abdomen evenly, and finally played with the shot twice before, apparently becoming uneasy. Then the spiritual part
body.
"Is it tough enough here?" Feng Hao actively ended the kiss and teased him.
Ling Lang's mouth was still slender with silk threads, and her fierce kiss was not smooth because of her breath.
"I almost forgot that you have another gadget that is not useful."
Feng Hao let go of him and brought the last item.
"You didn't choose it, presumably because you didn't know what it was used for. I can only congratulate you, you're crooked."
It was a round cylinder with a narrow entrance at the top, which looked like some sort of private organ. Feng Hao awakened Ling Lang's little brother again, and pressed it against the entrance.
Ling Lang took a breath of cold air. He was like entering a narrow tunnel, and the tunnel was covered with fine fluff. Feng Hao pinched the air pump connected to the cylinder. Ling Lang felt that the tunnel was getting narrower and narrower until it was completely Biting his lower body.
"Comfortable?" Feng Hao asked.
Ling Lang nodded hesitantly.
"More comfortable is still behind," Feng Hao turned the remote control in his hand, the rows of in the cylinder began to rotate and move regularly, massaging Ling Lang's device from all angles, and made him a moment Extremely comfortable.
"Are you glad it stayed?" Feng Hao was very satisfied to see Ling Lang's response. He fixed the remote control with a belt on Ling Lang's waist, supported his crotch, and entered him from behind. In the body.
This time, he did n’t enter the state for the first time. Instead, he slowly pumped
inserted a few times, stopped, stopped for a few seconds, and then slowly pumped
inserted a few times, just like the film to set off the upcoming climax
deliberately Shaping a silent foreplay.
"It's time for the movie to come to an end," the smile on his face disappeared a little. This kind of Feng Hao Ling Lang is no stranger. He first confronted him in the play, and he was like this. When Ling Lang knelt in his midst to serve him, so did he.
The gentle Feng Hao captivated Ling Lang, and the cold Feng Hao captivated Ling Lang. He couldn't tell which one was real, which one was illusive, one was a lover, and one was a master. The two figures gradually overlapped, In the end they blended together flawlessly.
Under the tightly matched back and forth, together with Feng Hao's final sprint, Ling Lang ushered in the strongest shot he felt tonight
Fine, crisp ringtones continued in his ears, giving this
Love Sonata Weakening the tail.
The ropes on his wrists and knees were untied, and Ling Lang knelt to the ground weakly, his legs were too weak to stand up.
After a long time, he looked up and saw Feng Hao's jaw through the fog in his eyes.
He stood straight like that, neatly dressed, buttoned to the top of his shirt, with a bow tie at his neck, and couldn't see the slightest appearance afterwards.
He didn't even lower his head, and looked down at Lang Lang on the ground with solemn eyes from his eyes, his face was cold.
Ling Lang was in the midst of a trance, and he unknowingly asked, "Which one is you now, you in peace?"
At the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, if there was a slight smile, he did not answer the question, "Which one is you now, you in peacetime?"
The author has something to say: Today, I found that both articles have been on the vote list. This unexpected feeling is very ... flattered?
But perverts should still be low-key.
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Transcript of the crew's record:
Act 43: The audience who bought tickets to the show was [Piao Ah Piao] [Creating Dreams] [Cool Wind] [Sun Painting] [1234567] [Cats and Meows] [Ryosuke Reina] [Cats with Melon Seed] [Karen_k] was bought for three tickets, [Sorrow grass mud horse] [Solokun] for five chapter tickets, and [齐 兰 若] for eleven tickets ...
Easy Screenwriter: Wait! Why are you buying so many tickets?
Qi Fan: Can't I lie down and watch too?
Easy Screenwriter: Are you a snake? !! !!
Drop [Feng Hao's Single CD] This guy can sing?