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After Han Zhao said this, before He Jing could react, he tore open his clothes.

He Jing was stunned by him, and was at a loss for what to do.

Han Zhao put his hands on his shoulders and pressed down. He Jing's knees softened and he knelt under his crotch.

"Your favorite," Han Zhao said while unfastening his belt, "Come."

The fiery organ was brought to his lips, but He Jing turned his head away.

It's not that I haven't given him oral sex before, but what happened when I walked in the door in the middle of the night without saying a word?

Han Zhao was too lazy to speak, he pinched He Jing's chin with his fingers, and rubbed the penis against his lips with the other hand.

The transparent juice secreted by the glans covered He Jing's lips. He Jing opened his mouth slightly, and Han Zhao inserted the word "you" before he could say it.

This thrust carried the master's indescribable secret desire, and the penetration was deep and urgent.

"Ouch..." He Jing had never done a deep throat before, and when his penis hit his throat, he immediately felt nauseous.

He wanted to spit out what was in his mouth, but Han Zhao held his head to prevent him from vomiting.

He Jing was at a loss, knelt on the ground and looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"Be patient..." Han Zhao breathed heavily, "Be patient for me."

He Jing closed his eyes, silently enduring the nausea in his throat.

The flower cat was lying under the table not far away, eyes opened a slit, and looked at them curiously.

After a while, Han Zhao slightly pulled out his penis.

"Lick it for me," Han Zhao slid his penis back and forth on He Jing's tongue, "I taught you."

He Jing still closed his eyes, but tightened his lips and tongue, and began to lick the genitals in his mouth with his tongue.

Han Zhao let out a contented groan, and slowly let go of the hand that was pressing on his head.

In the past oral sex, He Jing licked and licked, and started to play tricks when his mouth was sour. Han Zhao often took it out and masturbated or started to fuck him, and seldom vented it purely through oral sex.

But today Han Zhao seemed determined to cum in his mouth, besides letting him lick it well, the thrusting from time to time was fast and urgent.

However, He Jing is a novice after all, and the glans often goes deep into his throat, making his eyes red all the time and retching.

After another big nausea, He Jing heard a sigh from above his head, and Han Zhao pulled out his penis.

The liquid on his lips was gently wiped away by his fingers. Han Zhao lowered his head and stared at He Jing's embarrassed face.

He Jing avoided his gaze and turned his head away.

Han Zhao squatted down, took off his shirt, wrapped his hands around He Jing's waist, and slowly turned his head to kiss his lips.

After hiding for a few times, He Jing was finally kissed by him.

The breath is entangled, and there is a sticky sensual taste between the lips and teeth.He Jing knelt on the ground, his bare chest pressed against Han Zhao, rubbing against each other slowly, generating bursts of warmth.

The hand around his waist stroked back and forth on the beautiful depression on his lower back, his fingertips slid down the tailbone, and then slid down again, reaching into the secret place, and after a short pause, he began to thrust forward wantonly.

The person being teased breathed unevenly, but the endless kiss on his lips blocked all the sounds in his mouth.

When the number of fingers thrusting under him reached three, He Jing finally found a chance to push Han Zhao away, gasping for breath.

He supported the armrest of the sofa with both hands, and wanted to say "forgive me", but his mouth was full of viscous moans.

The buttocks seemed to be on fire, twisting and swaying but couldn't be shaken off or extinguished.Amidst the groans, He Jing tilted his buttocks unconsciously, so that his fingers could penetrate deeper and rub more hotly.

When the acupuncture point softened to the point where he could easily swallow his fingers, Han Zhao pulled out his fingers, together with his underwear, and peeled off He Jing's pants two or three times.

He softly ordered in He Jing's ear, "Hold me tight."

He Jing buried his head into his neck, wrapped his hands around him, and hugged him tightly.

The next moment, he was supported by his buttocks, and he rose into the air.

Han Zhao took a few steps, carried him to the sofa by the door, and made him turn around and face himself sideways.

"Kneel well, buttocks up."

He Jing knelt on the sofa according to his words, bent down slowly, and raised his hips.

Han Zhao pressed down on his back with both hands, found the right position for his high buttocks, and suddenly inserted it to the end.

He Jing yelled "Ah".

Han Zhao frowned slightly, covered He Jing's mouth with his hand, and leaned into his ear and said, "It's not tight enough."

He Jing sniffed and smelled Han Zhao's alcohol-smelling breath, and instinctively felt that he should not be messed with at this time.

He tightened his hip muscles hard.

Han Zhao slapped his buttocks, and the crisp "pop" sound echoed in the living room.

He moved the penis inserted in He Jing's body, and said, "Your favorite position."

He Jing wanted to yell, I don't like this, I prefer to look at your face.

However, in the violent thrusting, his voice turned into whimpers and disappeared without a trace.

Han Zhao told him that he was "uncountable" when he did it, but he didn't know what "uncountable" meant until today when he was raped to death. Compared with the sex between the two of them in the past, it was really tender.

He likes that Han Zhao caresses him, enters him slowly, and speeds up excitedly because of his teasing, instead of making him kneel, raise his ass, and thrust hard blindly—all these make He Jing feel humiliation.

I heard that some people like this, what is it called? SM?When he was fucked to the point of confusion, He Jing thought to himself, I'm not that kind of person.

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When the sun climbed onto his face, He Jing opened his eyes and saw that Han Zhao had woken up.

He leaned against the head of the bed and was looking at the pad. The dark circles under his eyes were deep, and he looked overly indulgent.

Seeing that He Jing woke up, Han Zhao leaned over and kissed his forehead, then turned over and got up.

After a while, there was a "squeak" sound from the bathroom.

He Jing was lying in the sun wrapped in a quilt, only remembering that yesterday when Han Zhao shot in for the last time, he was exhausted and his face was covered with tears.Both of them didn't have the energy to take a shower, so they cleaned up with paper towels and fell on the bed.

As for the other details of that rough sex, He Jing's memory seemed to be fragmented, and he could no longer remember clearly.

Lie on the bed with half-closed eyes for a while, seeing Han Zhao coming out of the shower, He Jing turned over and got up—I didn't feel it yet, but my waist seemed to be broken, and even the back was in burning pain.

Just like that, He Jing took a bath with inexplicable resentment.However, when he came out of the shower and saw the breakfast bought by Han Zhao on the dining table, the grievance in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"Don't do that in the future." He Jing said to him with his favorite multigrain pancakes in his mouth.

"What kind?" Han Zhao asked innocently.

He Jing choked.

"Last night...so..."

"Not so happy?" Han Zhao flipped through his phone, as if he didn't take his question seriously.

"Who would be happy with that look?!" He Jing thought he was joking, "I'm not a pervert who likes SM!"

Han Zhao looked up at him suddenly, and said seriously: "SM is just a different kind of sexual fetish, it doesn't mean high or low personality, let alone a pervert."

He Jing was taken aback for a moment, and before he could explain that he was just talking casually, Han Zhao lowered his head again and continued to look at his phone.

"But you don't like it, I know."

This weird morning ended with He Jing leaving for work.

On the crowded subway, He Jing was distracted. He always felt that Han Zhao was a little weird last night, but he didn't want to keep asking him where he went and who he drank with.

Could it be Lawyer Lin? !

When this thought flashed through his mind, He Jing shook his head vigorously.

Don't be paranoid, he told himself, like a woman.

Crowded among the bustling army of office workers, He Jing arrived at the office on time.After a while, Lin Qiao came in with a cup of coffee in his hand.

When he walked to the team office area, he stopped: "Get ready, the regular meeting will be in 10 minutes."

Sunlight pours generously into the conference room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Colleagues in the group took notepads and sat down one after another. Lin Qiao sat in the chairman seat by the window, with faint dark circles under his eyes, which were very eye-catching against the light.

"Jennifer started, reporting the progress of the projects in hand one by one."

Lin Qiao never talked nonsense in meetings, and everyone had already gotten used to his style, reporting the work at hand clockwise.

Although there are a lot of projects in their group recently, they are all going smoothly. All the work is done step by step, and there is nothing that needs to be solved by Lin Qiao.

It only took 20 minutes for everyone to report the progress of the project.

Seeing that everyone had finished speaking, Lin Qiao said, "There is also a new NYSE listing project. I went to the kickoff meeting yesterday. We are Chinese lawyers for American securities companies."

Speaking of which, he glanced at He Jing and continued, "I don't want to take too much control of this project. Jennifer will take Lilian and He Jing to do it. Unless there is something that can't be resolved, I will just sit in on the regular meeting."

"Okay, Lawyer Lin," Jennifer responded, "Is there anything I should pay special attention to?"

Lin Qiao shook his head: "The company seems to be well managed, and the boss has a clear mind. But at present, he and his wife are discussing divorce, and how to divide the equity is still under discussion - he has hired another lawyer to take care of this matter, we only do ourselves Due diligence, and when the report is submitted, discuss the potential risks with the lawyer handling the divorce.”

Jennifer nodded and said she got it. Lin Qiao finished explaining the new project and called the meeting to adjourn when there was nothing else to do.

Just as everyone got up to leave, he asked He Jing to stay.

After everyone dispersed, He Jing put away his notebook, changed seats, and sat near Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao tapped the table lightly with the pen in his hand, and asked, "Did Han Zhao tell you?"

"Say, what are you talking about?" He Jing was inexplicably nervous when Lin Qiao mentioned Han Zhao's name openly.

Lin Qiao glanced at him: "The project I just mentioned, he is helping the boss deal with the divorce."

He Jing opened his mouth wide and shook his head after a while.

"I only found out yesterday..." Lin Qiao rubbed her temples, "You can follow Jennifer to practice this project. Regarding the divorce of the boss, it is convenient for you and Han Zhao to communicate in private."

He Jing nodded blankly.

Lin Qiao took out a piece of paper from her loose-leaf notebook and handed it to He Jing.

"This is something he told me yesterday. You can make a brief for Jennifer's reference. If there is anything unclear, just ask him."

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