The scumbag punisher

In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream about juvenile affairs.

Li Mingming opened his eyes, and the night breeze gently brushed his black hair.

He lay on the roof and saw the stars in the summer night, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

Qin Zhi was sitting beside him, also looking at the stars.

Not the stars in the sky, but the stars in Li Mingming's eyes.

Li Mingming doesn't like to go home.

When he didn't want to go home, Qin Zhi accompanied him to watch the stars on the rooftop.

Sometimes they do.

Because they are all young and energetic, they act like fighting fiercely.

Li Mingming turned over to hold Qin Zhi down, Qin Zhi pushed him, and he became angry.

Li Mingming got off him and lit a cigarette.

Qin Zhi knew he was wrong, so he sat down obediently.

He watched Li Mingming smoke, the flames seemed to be dancing on his fingertips.

There was a cigarette between his lips, the profile of his face was half-lit and half-dark, and his eyes were lit by starlight.

The crescent-shaped scar was hidden in the night.

The smoke is spreading.

Qin Zhi rolled his Adam's apple, wanted to cough, and swallowed again.

He suddenly wanted to kiss his lips.

Qin Zhi said, "The way you smoke is really sexy."

Li Mingming ignored him.

Qin Zhi had no choice but to stretch out his hand, take his cigarette, imitate him and take a puff while holding the cigarette, and then choked out tears.

There seemed to be smoke rising from his throat.

Li Mingming looked at him.

Qin Zhi smiled at him with pretty eyebrows, and then he said softly, "Fuck me."

Then he stretched out his hand with trembling fingertips to help Li Mingming unbutton it.

Li Mingming lowered his eyelids with a mocking expression.

Qin Zhi hugged his thin shoulders and kissed his scar and lips.

Now he could see the scar clearly.

Scary and cute.

Qin Zhi called him, almost begging.

"Little moon."

Li Mingming raised his lower eyelids and finally moved.

He stretched out his arms to hug Qin Zhi's thin waist, and Qin Zhi lay on top of him, kissing his lips fiercely.

Lips clashed.

Li Mingming felt that he was hard.

Qin Zhi bit his neck while lubricating himself.

Gently, puppy-like grinding his fragile veins.

Finally Qin Zhi sat down.

Even though I have done it with Li Mingming many times before, it still hurts badly.

Qin Zhi raised his neck and groaned in half pain and half joy.

Too tight.

Li Mingming patted him and told him to relax.

Qin Zhi took a deep breath and moved.

Li Mingming said that the ground was a bit rough.

Qin Zhi put the school uniform behind him, bit his lip, and laughed at his coquettishness in a hoarse voice.

The moonlight is even more inspiring.

Qin Zhi entangled him, biting his scars, his earlobes, and his chest fiercely.

Li Mingming felt that he was ugly, but he felt proud, proud and sad at the same time that he had tarnished a good-looking person like Qin Zhi.

Qin Zhi was also cried by him.

The corners of his eyes were moist, and he didn't hide his crying.

Li Mingming tilted his head to prevent him from kissing the scar.

Qin Zhi laughed and teased him while shedding tears: "Little Moon, let my good brother kiss your moon."

Li Mingming turned over and looked at him condescendingly.

Qin Zhi was stubborn, but Li Mingming forced him.

In the end, Qin Zhi was still bullied by him, begging for mercy in a low voice: "Brother Moon, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Li Mingming pulled his hair, Qin Zhi leaned over and slapped him hard.