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Everything happened naturally and smoothly, as it should.

Han Zhao stroked the hair on the back of He Jing's head, and spread his legs further apart so that he could bury his head deeper.

The organ in the mouth slowly swelled, and after a while, the thing filled the corner of the mouth, leaving only half in He Jing's mouth.

After swallowing once, saliva trickled out from the corner of his mouth that couldn't be closed.He Jing raised his head and swallowed slightly, then tightened his tongue and continued to perform oral sex on Han Zhao.

Oral sex is usually just a foreplay for them. Han Zhao knows that he is neither good at nor likes it, so he usually gets down to business when he gets hard.However, today He Jing was very serious in serving her, every time she tried her best to swallow it up to her throat, licked it carefully, and then pushed it out tightly.

The attitude is quite sincere, but the technique is not so easy to practice.After a while, Han Zhao frowned slightly when he saw that he had slapped several times, and pulled out his penis from his mouth.

He Jing lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, leaned over and rubbed his wet and stiff penis with his face, then took a sip of the unfinished beer beside him, and sucked it in again.

The crotch was instantly submerged by the cold wine, and the delicate air bubbles wrapped the most sensitive parts, bringing extraordinary stimulation.Han Zhao didn't expect him to have such a method, and he couldn't help moaning the moment he was sucked in.

Looking down, He Jing kept his mouth full and looked at him with watery eyes.

"So good..." Han Zhao calmed down, inserted five fingers into his hair and kneaded, "Lick the glans."

He Jing licked the glans according to his words, and after turning the tip of his tongue a few times, he even tasted a hint of saltiness in the bitterness of the beer.

There was intermittent panting from the top of his head, and after Han Zhao let him lick it, he suddenly pulled out his penis, stroked He Jing's head and coaxed, "Drink it."

He Jing looked up into his eyes, moved his throat slightly, and swallowed a mouthful of beer.

Before all the cold wine entered his throat, his lips were covered with heat.Han Zhao leaned down to kiss him, his tongue broke into his cold mouth.Lips and tongues were drawn together, and He Jing was pulled into his arms by him, and they were so entangled in each other's arms.

The two kissed passionately, and their hands were not idle. He Jing was so dizzy that he didn't know when Han Zhao put his hand into his pants, and a small puddle of water leaked from the front of his underwear.

This fierce kiss lasted for a long time, when the two lips parted.Han Zhao took out his hand from He Jing's trousers, breathed slightly and whispered in his ear, "I'll teach you how to play, go and pour a glass of warm water."

He Jing's ears turned red, he lifted his trousers, got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water.

Han Zhao hooked his index finger to the tie hanging around his neck and brought it to his side.

"Undress."

He Jing lowered his head slightly, unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and took off his clothes.

Han Zhao rubbed his nipples back and forth with his palms until he was short of breath and the hair on his nipples became hard and swollen, then he stopped.

"Pants."

He Jing blushed from being played by him, blushed and took off his pants under his gaze.

When the underwear was taken off, the little brother between the legs couldn't wait to pop it out. He Jing subconsciously covered it with his hands, but Han Zhao grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back.

"What are you covering..." Han Zhao pulled him into his arms, and gently licked his ear pinna with the tip of his tongue, "I just like flirting."

He Jing groaned, spread his legs and sat on his lap.

As a veteran in the field of love, Han Zhao realized early in the morning that the bed he slept on today was different from usual.At this moment, he stretched out his hand to hold He Jing's penis, and as he manipulated it in a leisurely manner, he asked, "Do you like to use your mouth?"

He licked the tips of his ears until it was unbearably itchy. He Jing was so lustful that he raised his chin and brought his neck to his lips.

Han Zhao nibbled on his collarbone with his teeth: "Do you like to suck my dick?"

With his hands twisted behind his back, He Jing rubbed against him with his chest outstretched.

"I like it..." His voice was sticky and sticky, with a catchy ending, "I just like to be licked by you."

When these words came out, Han Zhao cursed secretly, and pressed his head under his body.

"Then lick it well."

He Jing knelt down between his legs, sticking out his tongue and licking the swollen penis in front of him.

Han Zhao pressed his head to keep him from moving: "One sip of beer, one sip of warm water, alternately."

He Jing took a breath, lowered his head and took a sip of beer, and took the penis into his mouth.

After licking the beer in his mouth for a while, he swallowed the beer in his mouth according to Han Zhao's instructions, and continued to perform oral sex for him with another mouthful of warm water.

Han Zhao has not been served by such a qualified service for a long time, and there is no sense of proportion in his actions, and he almost follows his own temper.

He Jing tried his best to cover his teeth so as not to hurt him, and when he was stabbed hard, he just groaned, and then continued to serve him with all his heart.During the huffing and puffing, the penis occasionally poked the throat, and some tears came out of his eyes unconsciously.So when he squinted his eyes, all the surrounding scenery was covered with a circle of blurred light.

In such a halo, every time he swallowed the penis alternately between heat and cold, he would watch Han Zhao frown slightly without blinking, sighed comfortably, and then slowly began to thrust hard.

Slowly, through the water light, Han Zhao's face became more and more blurred, and he simply closed his eyes.

The field of vision was swallowed by darkness, and only the sound of blushing and heartbeat remained in my ears.In keeping with Han Zhao's rhythm, He Jing tried his best to swallow his penis, his heart agitated.

Although I can't speak, I have said countless times that I love you.

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The sun comes early in the summer morning.

When Han Zhao woke up, he was slightly taken aback when he saw that he was hugging the naked He Jing.

In his memory, he seldom fell asleep or woke up with someone so hugged, most of the reasons were that he rejected living with people for a long time.

Even Lin Qiao was no exception.

In the past, he knew that Lin Qiao had always wanted to live with him, but he had pushed and blocked him in various ways, just because he was afraid of losing his freedom by living together. When he finally made up his mind, he never had the chance again.

However, after counting, he and He Jing have been living together for a long time, and they don't seem to feel restrained?

In the morning light, looking at the sleeping He Jing, Han Zhao touched his waist repeatedly, remembering the sex last night.

After a quarrel last night, someone suddenly opened his mind and served him comfortably.After playing with Binghuo, he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed him and put him on the bed in a backward position, and then fucked him to the end without much lubrication.

He Jing felt pain and pleasure from being penetrated by him. It didn't take long for him to writhe on the bed and rub his lower body non-stop. His throat became hoarse until he was penetrated and ejaculated, and Han Zhao came out panting. in his body.

When they were resting after finishing their work, He Jing lay on his arms with his eyes closed, unable to move at all due to exhaustion.After Han Zhao recovered, he pulled him into his chest and leaned against him, kissing his forehead several times.

Looking at the corners of He Jing's slightly raised mouth, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - if He Jing told him that he wanted to get married...

Now recalling the absurd thoughts of last night, Han Zhao laughed at himself.

I'm not Xie Rui, so I can't give you a marriage. As long as He Jing is willing, it's not bad to live a good life like this.

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