let me blow it for you

After the dinner was over, I sent off the person in charge of the other party, but my heart was a little torn.I didn't drink much, but the general manager was drunk a lot. Even though it's red wine, I can't stand it.

I rushed back to the box to help Mr. Lu go back.Fortunately, Mr. Lu didn't seem to be obviously drunk, but his cheeks were a little flushed, and he waved his hand to signal that I don't need to help him.

Back in the room, Mr. Lu immediately took off his alcohol-stained coat with a little disgust and went to take a shower.I asked the guest room staff to send Mr. Lu's suit for dry cleaning, and then went into the guest bathroom to clean myself.

When I came out of the shower, Mr. Lu was still inside.I took out my phone to confirm tomorrow's itinerary.

After a while, there was the sound of the bathroom door being opened, Mr. Lu came out with the mist, wrapped in a bathrobe, his hair was still dripping wet.

How uncomfortable it is to have wet hair, besides, I have just finished drinking, so I am prone to catch a cold and have a headache.

Now that you are here, you must resolutely embrace the general manager's thigh and take it as your duty to please the general manager.Based on this principle, I turned around and looked for a hair dryer in the box, and whispered while searching, "Well... Mr. Lu, let me blow it for you..."

After waiting for a long time for no response, I turned around suspiciously. Mr. Lu's cheeks were still slightly red, I don't know if he was drunk or something, the bathrobe was slightly open, and there was a piece of cockroach underneath, and everything that men have was facing me, and the sword was on the verge of breaking out. Metaphor.

I was so scared that I almost dropped the box.

"Lu... Mr. Lu?"

"Huh?" Mr. Lu looked at me, there seemed to be some doubts in his dark eyes, "Aren't you going to blow it?" After speaking, he unbuttoned the bathrobe a little, and let the tall thing that was proudly sized more clearly before my eyes.

My crashed brain crashed again before it had time to restart, and [-] grass-mud horses roared past in my heart.

Fuck! ! !no! ! !this! ! !Blow! ! !

None of the misunderstandings in my life made me want to die of shame and anger. I just wanted to ask the emperor to give me a three-foot white silk and hang myself on the spot.

Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you! !Are you the one who would think of this place! !What about you, that high-cold male god? !Have you been eaten by monsters? !

etc.I hit pause.The blush on Mr. Lu's face and the blankness in his eyes made me feel a little wrong...

Probably, drunk.

When I came to this conclusion, I suddenly felt like I was doing something wrong.Even though I was fine after eating until I went upstairs to take a shower, I thought I wasn't too drunk, but I didn't expect it to be a longer reflex arc, waiting for me here.

"Mr. Lu, you misunderstood, I mean... blow your hair." I shook the hair dryer in my hand, trying to get Mr. Lu back to his senses.

Mr. Lu stared at the hair dryer in a daze for a while, as if he was thinking about what I said, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, with grievance in his disappointment: "Oh."

I was hit hard by this look, and immediately felt that I had committed a heinous crime.Mr. Lu was already good-looking, so it's not too cute to make such an expression at this moment.

No!Hurry up and stop yourself from going further and further down the road of thinking too much.

I gradually realized that Mr. Lu who was drunk could not be treated with common sense, so I pushed him by the shoulders to let him sit on the bed, sat down next to him, plugged in the hair dryer and turned on the low-speed hot air, and gently fiddled with him. While coaxing a child, he said: "Boss Lu, I'll help you dry your hair, and you can go to sleep after blowing it, ah."

He lowered his head and let me play with it. After a while, he said sullenly, "But...it's uncomfortable here."

"What?" The sound of the hair dryer distracted me.

"Don't blow your hair to sleep," he grabbed my hand that was stroking his hair, and reached into his bathrobe, "Here, it's uncomfortable."

I suddenly touched a hot, thick and long thing, and I was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you willing to blow it for me?" He sat taller than me, looked down at me, with a bit of grievance in confusion on his face.

"I..." I almost bit my tongue.I'm willing to be a ghost, right?

However, the look on Mr. Lu's face made my heart tremble, but I couldn't bear to let him go.I've always felt guilty. If it wasn't for my inability to drink, Mr. Lu wouldn't be able to drink so much by himself. Is it because of me that I'm drunk now?

Besides, as a man, I know the pain of the arrow on the string.

I gritted my teeth and fought for a while, but I still couldn't accept it, so I finally settled for the next best thing, and said to Mr. Lu, "I'm not very good at doing that...how about it, can I help you make it with your hands? "

At that time, I must have been stunned by the one after another situation, and I forgot that I could ask him to do it by himself.

Mr. Lu lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, frowned, and nodded as if in compromise: "Okay."

I took a deep breath, stretched out my hand to hold his cock, the hot and full feeling made me twitch the corners of my mouth and cum.

As expected of Mr. Lu, he is so unique in this aspect.

Mr. Lu seemed to let out a small sigh of relief, and leaned back a little.

I tried my best to recall the comfortable position for myself, and moved gently, from time to time, my fingertips ran across the mouth of the jab bell, rubbing the mushroom-shaped top and the pouch below, and then quickly stroked the entire shaft.

Mr. Lu's breathing became more and more rapid, and there were several intermittent hums in his throat.At this moment, his bathrobe was wide open, his expression was lazy, and he looked extraordinarily sexy, which touched a strange part of my heart.

I looked away and slapped myself several times in my heart.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt that my hands were almost numb, and the things in my hands seemed to swell a little more with a sudden jump, and liquid overflowed from the top.

Mr. Lu let out a muffled grunt, and ejaculated a lot. The cloudy liquid sprayed my hand.

Isn't it just to help a man make a dick... It's not like I haven't never done it when I was studying.I comforted myself, and angrily took out the wet paper towel on the bedside to wipe my hands.

I felt my clothes being pulled and looked back at another living person.

"What's wrong? Still feeling uncomfortable?" I asked with lingering fear.

"The hair hasn't been blown yet." Mr. Lu pointed to his wet hair.

You still remember blowing your hair!I roared inwardly.Yes, we have to do a full set of services.

I'm shorter than Mr. Lu, so when two people are sitting and drying their hair, he has to bow his head and I have to raise my arms, which is very difficult.Mr. Lu slid down a little spontaneously, and rested his head on my thigh with peace of mind, while I resigned myself to blow-drying Young Master Lu's hair.

After drying my hair and turning off the hair dryer, I found that the old man was still asleep.

I carefully moved his head to the pillow and covered him with the quilt.

There are no such conscientious subordinates anymore. Is it reasonable not to give me a promotion and salary increase when I go back?

It's a pity that I don't have the memory loss skills of Korean drama heroines.When I opened my eyes early the next morning, the events of last night flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, making me want to commit seppuku.

When I was awake, I gave my boss a hand cannon, and after I finished blowing his hair, he finally fell asleep comfortably.

No, I must be unconscious, otherwise how could I do such a thing.

Mr. Lu's behavior can also be interpreted as drunk... Then what is wrong with me?I don't know if he still remembers, if he remembers what happened last night, will he sue me for malicious obscenity?

I seemed to have seen Mr. Lu's cold and disgusted face and the fate of being fired, and I was so frightened that I trembled all over.

Carefully turning his head to look at the master bedroom, the quilt on the bed was lifted, and there was no one there, apparently Mr. Lu had already woken up.

There was the sound of washing in the bathroom.I walked into the other room blankly, brushing my teeth while thinking about where to submit my resume.

However, when I came out and met Mr. Lu with a paralyzed face, he looked nothing different from the past, as plain as if those things were just a ridiculous dream I had.

He doesn't look like he just had a relationship last night, bah, that kind of thing I helped, it's still Mr. Lu, my boss, who is indifferent and stern.

It seems that Mr. Lu has a deep understanding of Korean drama routines. This kind of skill of waking up and forgetting about last night is appropriate.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my job and my fortune were saved.

As for the little inexplicable lump in my heart, I attributed it to the retribution that mortals desecrated Mr. Lu's noble body.