Eat while hot

The light was dim, falling on the entangled body on the sofa, shining with sweat, as if it had been coated with oil.

The back is twisted, and there are hands rising from the waist, like a strong restraint, but also a bit greedy and caressing.

The person sitting on top raised his head slightly, grabbed the shoulder of the person below him, and twisted without shame.

A thick black genital was inserted in the middle of the firm and upturned buttocks, and some whitish lubrication came out during the thrusting, and was sticky and smeared around the red anus.

Because of adaptation, the pain gradually faded, and the depths of the tunnel were sore, numb, itchy, and with Xu Wanhe's thrusting, it began to become unobstructed.

Yang Moshu closed his eyes, raised his neck forgetfully, and the voice in his throat was fragmentary.

In fact, being fucked by a person wasn't very enjoyable at first, but when he thought that this person was Xu Wanhe, Yang Moshu not only felt that it was awesome, but even felt that it wasn't enough.

"Quick... hurry up..."

Hearing his movement, Xu Wanhe thrust him even harder, Yang Moshu, who was straight on top, shook violently, and his stiff lower body kept slapping on his lower abdomen.

"Why are you so cheap... like me to fuck you so much?"

Trembling and moaning, Yang Moshu tightly clung to Xu Wanhe's shoulders, his buttocks collided violently with the undulating pubic bone under his body, making a crackling sound, "...no...no shit...you came after me on my own initiative ..."

Xu Wanhe became more and more involved, and he was about to thrust hard, and Yang Moshu's voice changed, from the whimpering at the beginning to the seductive crying at the end.

It's getting more and more flamboyant.

His legs were trembling because of the dry point, Yang Moshu simply changed from squatting to kneeling, and hung on Xu Wanhe's body by the way, humming up and down with his movements.

Xu Wanhe raised his hand to touch Yang Moshu's guy while inserting it, which made him tremble even more, "Ah..."

Xu Wanhe's breath was a little unsteady, "Slut...you can be so hard when you get fucked..."

Yang Moshu's eyes were blurred, the stimulated acupuncture points opened and closed, and the hard penis in his body became more and more thirsty.

Xu Wanhe almost couldn't hold back, "Fuck, it's tight."

While speaking, he hugged Yang Moshu and pressed it under his body.

Yang Moshu's legs were stretched open, revealing his bright red and swollen anus.

Xu Wanhe pressed on him, and thrust into that soft little mouth for more than ten minutes.

The provoking Yang Moshu had tears and snot running down his face, and shouted shamelessly.

The two hugged each other and tossed until the middle of the night, and they each shot three times before it was over.

Xu Wanhe was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, so he was too lazy to drive away, so he asked Yang Moshu to find a place for him to sleep for a while.

Yang Moshu rubbed his waist and happily introduced his little bed to him.

When the two first entered the bedroom, Yang Moshu touched the switch on the wall, but there was no response.

Looking up at the ceiling, Yang Moshu finally realized, "The light is broken."

Xu Wanhe was really exhausted, "I'll find someone to fix it tomorrow."

Yang Moshu pouted on the bed and touched the floor for a while, "I have a spare at home, you can change it."

Xu Wanhe didn't bother to talk to him, and went straight into the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, closing his eyes, his ears were filled with the sound of slippers on the floor, Yang Moshu was naked and began to rummage through the room.

After turning around for a while, I felt thirsty again, so I tore off the tape on the refrigerator, took out a can of drink, and glued it again.

Xu Wanhe felt drowsy when he heard the gurgling sound.

Then I heard the man gently pull the drawer, open the cabinet, and then tiptoe around the room.

Xu Wanhe was already in a daze and was about to fall asleep.

But Yang Moshu suddenly lay beside his ear and panted

The tone is very light, "I found the light bulb, please help me install it."

Xu Wanhe stood up, grabbed Yang Moshu's neck and pressed him on the bed,

"You can find someone to cultivate to die tomorrow morning!"

With slightly cool limbs ironing the hot skin, Yang Moshu pushed Xu Wanhe onto the bed with his whole body, and the soft thing between his legs poked Xu Wanhe's leg a few times.

I just heard the man struggling to sit up, "No, what if I think of the night at night...you are in the dark, what should I do if I step on you..."

Xu Wanhe was terribly annoyed, "Damn it, give me the light bulb!"

In the dark, Yang Moshu groped Xu Wanhe's body enough before he put the light bulb in his hand, "...you are so kind."

"Go away," Xu Wanhe shook off the hands stuck to his chest and stood up, "Is there a ladder?"

Yang Moshu also stood up, "No, let's stack up Arhat."

Xu Wanhe paused, "What is an arhat?"

Yang Moshu laughed, "You don't even know this... It's just that one person is underneath, and the other person is riding on his neck."

Xu Wanhe suppressed his anger, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back, hurry up the fuck."

Yang Moshu happily put his arms around Xu Wanhe's neck and lay down on him. As soon as his legs wrapped around his waist, he raised his hand to hold him down. Xu Wanhe shouted coldly, "Get out! Have you ever seen a person riding on the neck from the front? Well, besides, you don’t even have pants on, what the hell are you doing? Go to the back!”

The boss of Yang Moshu reluctantly made a detour behind Xu Wanhe, jumped up and climbed up along his waist. When he reached his shoulders, Yang Moshu's hands were a little unsteady, so he lowered his head and asked the people below, "Can you hold on?"

Xu Wanhe couldn't take it anymore, "Your mother can install a light bulb, can you stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up."

Yang Moshu thought it was true, he crawled for a long time, just swayed by himself, and others stood on the ground without moving. Sure enough, the gangsters are not for nothing, and they have really stabilized themselves.

Yang Moshu rode on Xu Wanhe's neck, hooked his legs backwards on Xu Wanhe's back, and freed one hand to pull Xu Wanhe's hair to stabilize his body.

But Xu Wanhe has a very short body, so Yang Moshu couldn't catch it no matter what, so he just wanted to rub his head to find out where the hair was more, and it would be easier to catch it when he turned around.

Xu Wanhe's voice was already very wrong,

"You are looking for death."

Yang Moshu curled his lips, hooked Xu Wanhe's head with one hand, and began to change the light tube.

After changing for a while, Yang Moshu's neck became sore, and he lowered his eyes,

"Help me hold the phone to illuminate it... I really can't screw the thread."

Xu Wanhe hugged Yang Moshu's leg, bent down slowly, took the mobile phone next to him, and then raised it above his head.

After Yang Moshu installed the lights, he looked down at Xu Wanhe holding his phone up, and couldn't help laughing, "It seems like you're taking a selfie..."

Xu Wanhe exploded in an instant, threw the phone and threw him back on the bed.

"I think you're tired of life, kid!"

When Yang Moshu saw that this person was angry, he hurriedly hid in the bathroom to do the cleaning work. After cleaning up all the semen behind him, when he came out, Xu Wanhe was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The body is strong and strong, tending to perfection.

Yang Moshu saw Xu Wanhe who was naked for the first time.

Although he did it again several times, he just took off his shirt every time.

Yang Moshu stood by the bed and watched for a while.

Then turn down the temperature of the air conditioner, turn off the light and climb to the other side of the bed.

Then he covered the two of them with his summer cool quilt.

It's not enough, but it's still a bed anyway.

Yang Moshu lay in the dark for a long time, then reached out and patted the people around him, "Are you asleep?"

The only answer to him was even and shallow breathing.

Yang Moshu leaned forward, put his arms around Xu Wanhe's waist, and put his head on his back,

Satisfied to sleep in an intimate posture.