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He Jing was only in a daze at first, but he made up his mind after hearing him ask this question.

"Ah."

"the first time?"

"No..." He Jing swallowed, subconsciously said, "It's not the first time."

In the darkness, Han Zhao's breathing was clearly audible.He kept clasping He Jing's wrist with a little force.

"Forget it." After a while, Han Zhao let go of him and turned his back, "There is no cover at home."

He Jing froze for a moment, a burst of grievance came to his heart.

Under the warm blanket, he slowly pressed Han Zhao's naked back: "Don't worry, I... I'm clean."

After hearing his words, Han Zhao closed his eyes, unable to bear it any longer.

"How can you be so stupid, little fool?" Turning over and pressing He Jing, Han Zhao's lips rubbed against his ear, "What if I don't have to set up with others?"

He Jing didn't dare to answer him, only felt that his earlobe was hot and his whole body was dizzy.

The next moment, the kiss fell on the lips, first a shallow attempt, then the tip of the tongue gently slid across the lips, slowly invading.

This, this is the legendary tongue kiss? !As Han Zhao slowly sucked his lips, not to mention his tongue, He Jing felt that even his soul was being sucked into his lips bit by bit.

"Kissing skills are poor." After the passionate tongue kiss, Han Zhao stroked his forehead hair, "but the taste is very good..."

He Jing didn't know how to answer him, but just pressed his cheek against his face and rubbed it affectionately.

Han Zhao's fingers stroked He Jing's face, first outlining the shape of the chin, then the neckline and collarbone, and finally sliding directly to the waist.

"Undressed."

He Jing obediently lifted up his T-shirt, took it off and threw it outside the bed.

At the same time, Han Zhao's fingers hooked his underwear, and slowly took off the underwear with force.

The moment I felt that I was stripped naked, my heart beat like a drum.

Han Zhao took He Jing's hand to his waist: "Come on, help me take it off."

He Jing blushed and helped him pull down the pajamas and underwear.

Fingers, cloth, skin.When the underwear is pulled down, it is not so easy to take off because of a certain part that has raised its head.

He Jing consciously reached out his hand. He just wanted to open his underwear, but Han Zhao grabbed his hand and pressed it to his penis.

He took off his pants three times, five times, two times, and Han Zhao didn't allow him to move his hands.

"Do you like it?" Han Zhao asked slowly, holding his hand to help him slowly, "Are you satisfied?"

He Jing blushed, and it took a long time before he whispered, "It's so big."

Thrilled by his two words, Han Zhao became so hard that he touched his buttocks without any hassle.

The femur was separated, Han Zhao put his arms around his waist, found the acupuncture point with his fingers, and probed in.

"Ah..." He Jing didn't want to hide, but when he was stimulated, he retreated instinctively.

The opening of the acupuncture point is too tight, and the fingers can't get in.Han Zhao helped him with the condom for a while, dipped his finger in the synovial fluid from the mouth of the bell, and then managed to penetrate a knuckle.

"It's so tight..." Han Zhao pulled out his finger, "Have you done it for a long time?"

"Hmm..." He Jing replied vaguely.

"Me too." Han Zhao said, putting his arm around him, leaning over and opening the drawer beside the bed, and found a bottle of Vaseline.

The warm palm touched the base of the thigh, and a large amount of body lotion was poured on the fingers. When the fingers went in and expanded again, it was much smoother.

He Jing felt that his lower body was sticky and greasy, and he felt a little bloated, but he could bear it.

The real pain was when Han Zhao opened the acupuncture point.

"what!"

Despite the mental preparations, the moment he really inserted it, a sharp pain rushed straight to his forehead, and tears flowed out involuntarily.He Jing hugged Han Zhao tightly, and called out hastily.

Han Zhao actually just went in a little bit, and when he hugged him like this, he immediately understood everything.

Sighing inwardly, Han Zhao took a pillow from the side and put it under his waist.

"Relax," leaning over to kiss away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Han Zhao rubbed his nose affectionately, "It will hurt a little for the first time, but it will be much better when you relax."

He Jing buried his face in his chest, wanting to die.

"Spread your legs further." Instructing He Jing to find a more comfortable position, Han Zhao withdrew a little, and applied a lot of Vaseline on his penis.

Fixing He Jing's waist, he pushed in slowly.

He Jing spread his legs wide, trying to cater to his intrusion.The body was slowly being ripped apart, the back hole had never been tried like this, and was penetrated by another man's penis.

You are in my body, He Jing thought, it hurts, but it is wonderful.

Just when he was dazed with pain, his lips suddenly felt warm, and his entire lips were covered forcefully.

The next moment, Han Zhao exerted force on his waist and slammed into the deepest part of his body.

The scream was blocked in the throat, and without knowing it, He Jing's nails scratched a few marks on Han Zhao's back.

After the kiss, Han Zhao half hugged him, took his hand, and touched the junction of the two: "Come, touch and see."

Following his acupuncture point, He Jing touched the pouch under Han Zhao's penis, and he suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Swallowed it all..."

"En." He Jing almost inaudibly responded.

Han Zhao moved, pressed his wrist on the bed, and began to thrust slowly.

"It sucks tight inside... very comfortable..."

The explicit words made people feel ashamed and excited. He Jing closed his eyes and felt the rhythm of him in his body.

The slow thrusting didn't last long before the tempo picked up.Han Zhao hasn't had sex for a long time, once the desire is opened, it's like a rushing flood, out of control.

Moans rose in the room.

In the middle of the winter night, the moonlight reflected the two entangled bodies on the bed.He Jing raised his hips and raised his neck slightly, trying hard to bear Han Zhao's increasingly rapid thrusts.

At first he could restrain himself as much as possible, but when Han Zhao put his legs on his shoulders and fucked deeply and quickly, he screamed out of control.

"Han Zhao...Han Zhao..."

When Han Zhao finally clasped his waist and fucked him vigorously, He Jing called out his name in a crying voice.

"what……"

Finally, with a low moan, Han Zhao bumped hard a few times and shot his semen into his body.

Accompanied by the aftertaste of ejaculation, after a few more gentle thrusts, the sensation of the body finally stopped.

"It's great..." Han Zhao leaned over and kissed He Jing's sweaty forehead in the posture of joining together, "You are so good."

He Jing was panting, but his heart was still pounding.

The penis with the remaining warmth was pulled out of the body, and some liquid flowed out of the back hole.

He Jing groaned, and stretched out his hand to hook Han Zhao's neck.

"do not go."

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, he didn't know that people's emotions would be so fragile after making love.

Han Zhao leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "I cum inside, do you want to take a bath?"

"do not go."

As if he didn't hear his question, He Jing just murmured and repeated his request.

"Okay, don't go."

Han Zhao put his arms around him, stretched out his hand and pulled out a few tissues, and wiped his body.

"Sleep in your arms?"

He Jing nodded, then leaned into his arms, never letting go.

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Sunny tent.

He Jing woke up from Han Zhao's arms.

After crying for a while last night, his eyes were a little swollen. He opened them and moved his body slightly.

"Sigh~"

There was a little pain in the back, He Jing took a soft breath.

Disturbed by his movement, Han Zhao slowly woke up.

"Hmm..." Han Zhao always likes to sleep late, especially in this winter morning, "Are you awake?"

Realizing that she was still sleeping naked in his arms, He Jing hurriedly moved aside and left his arms.

"what happened?"

"nothing……"

Looking at the sleepy Han Zhao, He Jing recalled the scenes of last night, only feeling his face was hot.

He must have been enchanted by some kind of enchantment to do such a shameful thing.

"Sleep a little longer, okay?" Han Zhao tried hard, but still felt that it was impossible for him to get up.

"No," He Jing lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, searching for his clothes, "I told my classmates to move in in the morning, and I need to tidy up."

Before he could find his clothes and pants, his waist was encircled by hands, and he was dragged back to the bed.

Han Zhao wrapped him in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Call your classmate and say you can't move."

He Jing froze: "Why?"

Han Zhao closed his eyes:

"Why do you say?"

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