Eat while hot

The reason why Xu Wanhe didn't beat him was because he thought of himself.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that this little doctor is also a poor guy.

Yang Moshu flopped on his shoulders, even dropped his shoes on the ground, followed by a sock, revealing his white lotus root-like feet.

"Go away! Give me back my hat!"

Xu Wanhe kept silent, resisting people and walked into the inner room. By the way, when he passed the desk, he took something out of the drawer. This office was a private billiards room, and there was only one English-style billiards on the dark-patterned carpet. Although the house is beautifully decorated, Xu Wanhe has never used it.

When the spotlight on the wall came on, Yang Moshu was hitting Xu Wanhe's shoulder blades hard with his elbow, "What are you doing! Why are you acting so aggressive when you snatch someone else's hat? Either return the hat to me, or put me down, you Let's see!"

Xu Wanhe's face was sullen, without saying a word, he put the person down and threw him on the billiard case, turned around and closed the door with a loud bang.

Yang Moshu rolled down from the billiard case, took two steps, felt something was wrong, and lowered his head, "Where are my shoes? Is there a sock?"

Then he went up and grabbed Xu Wanhe by the collar,

"You thief! Steal my hat, shoes, and socks!"

Xu Wanhe stared at him coldly, "You grabbed me by the collar?"

Yang Moshu broke out in a cold sweat staring at him, "...No."

After speaking, he let go,

"I'm leaving, and I don't want my hat anymore. See you again."

Because his legs and feet were weak and his body was unstable, Yang Moshu hit his head on Xu Wanhe's chest after only two steps, and buried his face on Xu Wanhe's body. Yang Moshu took a deep breath and didn't move anymore.

With strong arms, Xu Wanhe hugged him onto the billiard case again.

Yang Moshu struggled to sit up, but held down a few things when he raised his hand.

It turned out to be a simple carry-on lubricant and a few condoms.

Yang Moshu looked at the brand of lubricant,

"You black wolf!"

Xu Wanhe took off his pants, together with his underwear,

"If you don't want to dry it, just paint it yourself."

Yang Moshu sat cross-legged on the billiard case, lowered his head and oiled it,

"You are rape!"

Xu Wanhe didn't have that much time to play tricks on him, seeing that his painting was almost the same, he slammed him down on the billiard table.

Yang Moshu's buttocks were resting on the edge of the bluestone slab, the height was exactly the same.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wanhe also took off his shirt.

Inside the open shirt is a lean chest with two spots of light brown on the top, flattened and undeveloped.

Xu Wanhe reached out and rubbed one of them, and immediately a small round grain appeared on the flat part.

Then he licked it with the tip of his tongue, then put it in his mouth, and squeezed it with his lips.

Yang Moshu's whole body was numb, his hands and feet curled up slightly,

"Why are you sucking my tits? I'm not your mother!"

Xu Wanhe suppressed his anger, thinking how many people want me to serve you, you fucking doctor are still here to take Joe.

Yang Moshu was so excited, but when he saw Xu Wanhe straightened up, he raised his hand and pulled him, "Why don't you lick me anymore?"

Xu Wanhe took the cover with one hand and bit open the outer packaging with his teeth.

"Get out of here."

Then he grabbed Yang Moshu's wrist and sent his hand down his body,

"Come here and help me put on the condom."

The remaining lubricant on his fingers was all on it. Yang Moshu put the condom on for him, then pinched the hard thing, and could easily feel the familiar shape, "...so hot..."

"do you like it?"

"……It is ok"

Xu Wanhe sneered, and patted his buttocks, "If you like it, then open your legs, and you will be more coquettish later."

Yang Moshu lay back again, staring at the ceiling above his head, and spread his thighs apart.

When being inserted slowly, Yang Moshu trembled.

My mind was clear for a moment, but it quickly went back to confusion.

"The anus is going to split! If it splits, I need to have a suspending operation!"

"It's not cracked, you fucking shut up."

"It hurts...it hurts to death..."

Only then did Xu Wanhe remember that he forgot to expand, so he withdrew slightly, squeezed more lubricating oil into the entrance, pressed the sphincter a few more times, and then slowly inserted it in again.

This time Yang Moshu didn't cry for his father and mother like before, but his eyes were glazed over, and he hiccupped from time to time.

Seeing his virtue, Xu Wanhe felt very bad for a moment.

He took off his shirt in two or three strokes and threw it in his face, so as not to make him puke if he really fucked him up, and he couldn't see how he could still ejaculate.

Yang Moshu took off the green shirt on his face,

"Whose clothes is this? Neon green... disgusting..."

After speaking, he retched.

Xu Wanhe is a little soft,

But it was not completely soft, and it was as stiff as before after reinserting it twice.

Xu Wanhe regretted having sex with such a drunk for a while,

I have never done such a disgusting cannon in my life.

Fortunately, Yang Moshu soon became honest, Xu Wanhe let out a breath, held his slender waist, and began to work hard.

At first, the heat in the body was unbearable, but after poking it for a long time, the taste became better and better.

Yang Moshu seemed to be very excited, his lower body was firmly attached to Xu Wanhe's lower abdomen, and the top was sticky.

In Xu Wanhe's eyes, this was very pleasing to the eye.

After all, most people are wilted because of the pain, and it is rare to be so hard all the way.

The two changed positions a few more times.

When he tossed back to the face-to-face position again, Xu Wanhe felt that he was almost done.

The chandelier flickered in sight, making people dizzy.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but Yang Moshu's whole body began to glow a kind of erotic red, with a pair of long legs wrapped around Xu Wanhe's waist, screaming loudly.

Xu Wanhe's ears were a little red when he screamed.

Holding the lower waist firmly, Xu Wanhe breathed heavily, pumping shallowly and quickly,

"Are you still itching? Huh?"

Yang Moshu rubbed his feet against his sweaty waist, his nails dug into the muscles of his arms, "Itchy...so itchy..."

The veins on Xu Wanhe's arms came out, and his lower body moved faster,

"Then am I still black?"

"Not black..."

There was water in Yang Moshu's eyes, his lips were trembling, and the hard object on his lower abdomen was pulsating, almost about to ejaculate.

Seeing this, Xu Wanhe felt a sense of accomplishment, so he hurriedly gave it twice, and directly shot Yang Moshu dryly.

The cloudy white liquid sprayed a little on Yang Moshu's chin, and Yang Moshu let out a 'huh', and his whole body collapsed like a dead body again.

There was something wrong with his pale face.

"I...I..." Yang Moshu's tone was extremely unstable.

"... What are you? En?"

"I want to throw up..."

"Fuck you!"

Xu Wanhe blurted out, watching Yang Moshu cover his mouth and sit up from the case and run out.

The key is that Xu Wanhe was still stuck behind him, if Xu Wanhe hadn't reacted quickly, he would have died when he came down.

"Get out and spit!"

Yang Moshu ran to the outer room with his buttocks bare, leaned against a sofa, and vomited into a shopping bag in a shopping mall.

Xu Wanhe really didn't want to wait for him to come back, so he just slapped himself out on a piece of clothing, only to find out that it was his clothes after all the ejaculation, and immediately felt disgusted.