occupy boyfriend

"Shameless, I just want your big white butt." Xing Likun leaned back on the bed, his pectoral and abdominal muscles were exposed by the unraveled bath towel, a clump of hair ignited from his belly button, and flourished all the way down. Hearing Song Jin's voice, the giant with its head held high, gave him a special feeling. Xing Likun slowly pinched the pink ball with his big hands, pinching the white marks left by Song Jin on it.

"roll!"

Song Jin blushed and cursed angrily, the little assistant on the bed next to him gasped and snorted like a broken bellows.

Depressedly, he pulled the quilt to cover his head, rolled and complained, "It's all thanks to you, he finally calmed down, which made me yell...I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Xing Likun became sour all of a sudden, "Bao, are you sharing a room with someone else?"

"The hotel has limited rooms. Except for those few actors, everyone else is fighting for a standard room. I can't be special." Song Jin huddled under the quilt, breathing heavily, Xing Likun seemed to be able to hear it through the phone The sound of his chest rising and falling and his heart pounding.

He asked Song Jin, "Then you let him see your underpants?"

"No, the clothes I changed in the bathroom..." After Song Jin finished speaking, he felt embarrassed again, and hummed, "Look what's wrong, everyone is a man, he has what I have, no one cares about it."

"I'm rare, so others can't see it—who the hell will try it?" Xing Likun gasped, "No, next time I have to leave a ring of tooth marks on your chest and buttocks for you to discover."

"Can you be more serious..."

"How to say serious, I'm hard." Xing Likun stretched his hand down, copying the thong, teasing his own things, "My pair, are you wearing it?"

"No!" Song Jin answered in an unnatural way, silent for a few seconds, and finally let go, "Just this time, don't make such tricks in the future."

Xing Likun smiled and said, "Bao, have you ever heard of phone sex?"

Song Jin, "..."

Xing Likun's voice was faint, forced out from between his teeth, tinged with deep lust, "Lie flat, reach in with your hand, until you feel yourself hard... I think you're going to explode. "

Especially today, Cheng Yue responded to him, which made his desire for Song Jin more anxious and urgent. His panting sound was almost on fire. Painful and refreshing.

Song Jin didn't need to reach out, it was already stiff, his soft head pushed out the baggy large underwear, his throat rolled, his eyelashes trembled, the mobile phone attached to the palm of his hand was hot and hot, Xing Likun's breathing seemed to be right next to his ear Touching it, the next second, the fiery lips touched his earlobe and neck, swept over the two tender spots on his chest, the wet and flexible tip of his tongue made a blush on his skin, slowly pushed aside the hair on his lower abdomen, and wrapped his mouth in his mouth. The most sensitive and vulnerable places.

Song Jin couldn't help humming, twisting his waist and hips in the thick darkness, sweating profusely in the slightly cold weather in early spring.

When he thought of the little assistant sleeping next to him, he felt extremely ashamed, but this feeling of slightly stagnant breathing and worry and fear just fueled the boiling and arrogant pleasure in his body, and a wave of blood swelled and surged straight to the top of his head!

Xing Likun was alone in a room, and his movements were even more immediate and unobstructed. He arched his waist slightly, his abdominal muscles were tense, his gluteal muscles were struggling, and the veins on the back of his hands were floating. Pushing hard to the end, the rough fingertips scratched the veins, the head of the meat was fishy and wet, the stem was red and thick, shaking and scalding the surrounding air...

The two of them gasped and hummed one after another, burning Zlazila's electric current in their ears, bringing out the most naked and authentic desire deep inside.

Song Jin ejaculated first, his fingers were not tightly covered, and his panties were stained.

Xing Likun buried his tall nose in the ball of pink, sniffing his wife's scent vigorously, and ejaculated several strands, staining the neckline of a certain Song Jin's new dress.

This man didn't feel guilty at all, he rubbed his fingers evenly until he couldn't see it, and smiled badly.

Song Jin muttered over there, "I have to wash up."

"Don't wash the underwear, keep it for me." Xing Likun squinted his eyes in satisfaction, lay there lazily with his legs spread out to dry the birds, and half-truthfully said, "Whenever I save a lot, I'll make it Put them on a large display cabinet, with labels to record the time and posture, when we get old, we will look at them one by one, what a sense of accomplishment..."

Song Jin hung up the phone directly.

This person is not well, probably because he has been holding it in for a long time, and something is wrong with his brain.

Song Jin stooped, tiptoed, slipped into the bathroom to tidy himself up, and felt ashamed belatedly, what did he do with this bear man, to masturbate in front of others...

That night, the two of them lay under the covers and texted, chatting about trivial matters and chatting happily about everything.

The words in the book, "One day is like three autumns", are very hypocritical. You really have to meet the right person before you can feel the taste.

In the past, Han Sheng flew around the world with TD, and he was away from home for two months after the concert tour. Song Jin missed it, but he didn't think about it all the time. He could think of Xing Likun when he saw everything in his eyes— ——Ye Bud is the green stubble on the man's chin in the morning, the window edge is the bulging brow bone covered by the man's thick eyebrows, and the sun is the hot heart of the man...

Xing Likun is wearing a bath towel, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows and staring at the screen saver of his mobile phone. The shredded tobacco at the corner of his mouth smells hot and pungent. This photo was taken by him in a convenience store. Song Jin is showing eight teeth and his black eyes are slanted On the other side of the camera, he was a little nervous.

The sea of ​​lights outside the hotel window is bright and winding like a dragon, entrenched on the edge of the Neijiang River in Z City, Xing Likun held a cigarette between his fingertips, a spark lit up in the darkness flickered, and his eyes drifted away with the rising smoke It's over, he can't wait anymore, he can't stand it anymore, after tossing about the TV station's shit, he's going to see the treasure he's been thinking about.

The inventory is too old, men are not uncommon, and they will open a warehouse to release food tomorrow, so that they can eat the freshest.

Song Jin pinched the phone, the SMS light went on and off, and she was already fast asleep.

……

At around five o'clock the next day, a group of people got up to pack up and took a special car to the film and television base to prepare for filming.

The makeup and styling of the modern drama was done very quickly, and the scene was set up just in time for the auspicious time. Several leading actors and crew members stood in a row, facing the red-hot morning glow, and held the opening ceremony.

Song Jin was eating bread when he was bumped by the little assistant, "Look, Brother Song! Something went wrong—"

There was chaos over there, and someone shouted, "The incense is broken!"

The three sticks of red incense, which were as thick as fingers, were fine in other people's hands. When it was Liao Yayan's turn to insert the stove, he folded them in half from the middle, scorching a string of holes in his trousers.

The producer's face turned black at the time, and he was able to scrape off a layer of ash from the bottom of the pot. He told the people to change three incense sticks quickly, and asked Liao Yayan to finish inserting them.

The little assistant sighed, "My mother, this is too unlucky..."

Song Jin bit the bread slowly, and said quietly, "Yes."

Liao Yayan went to change clothes, and when he came out again, his eye circles were a little red, he was very wronged, he was burned just now, and no one came to care about him, only caring about the three broken incense sticks!

Li Mingyu was holding the script by the side, and when someone approached, he asked in a low voice, "Is there any problem? If not, I'll talk to the director and shoot my scene first."

Liao Yayan glared at him, her tone not angry, "Li Mingyu, I'm the male lead, I'll shoot you as the second male lead in the first scene, what do you mean?!"

"I'm not..." Li Mingyu sighed, "Forget it."

Liao Yayan's assistant brought over the breakfast. Grapefruit and apples were cut into pieces and served with a small meal bag. Liao Yayan suddenly asked him, "Is there no sesame on it?"

Li Mingyu bit the word sesame so hard that his back stiffened, he pursed his lips, and continued to concentrate on reviewing his lines.

The assistant was confused, "Of course not, brother, aren't you allergic to sesame?"

Liao Yayan sneered, took two casual bites of the grapefruit and apple, and pushed the plate away, "Okay, take it away, we don't have time."

"Eat a little more. Brother Han told me that you can't lose any more weight." The assistant followed Liao Yayan around in embarrassment, coaxing him, finally persuaded him to put down the meal bag, and ran away to report to Han Sheng on the phone.

Yesterday Han Sheng called Liao Yayan back. Liao Yayan didn't get angry or questioned, but kept crying and asked Han Sheng if he didn't want him, which made Lucas sick of him. In the end, Han Sheng couldn't hold back, afraid of this person's emotions. No, something happened on the set, and he decisively postponed the next day's work, saying to come and accompany him.

Han Sheng arrived at the set at ten o'clock. The crew had already finished filming two scenes. Liao Yayan was sitting on the sidelines to rest. He seemed to be in a much better mood and was drinking vitamin water.

Liao Yayan's eyes lit up when he saw Han Sheng appear, and the smile on his face froze after he followed closely.

Behind Han Sheng was a handsome, smiling Lucas.