Eat while hot

When Yang Moshu was pressed under Xu Wanhe, he reflexively covered his head to block it.

But Xu Wanhe's fist didn't come down for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Yang Moshu dared to peek out from under his arm, and found Xu Wanhe staring at his waist in a daze, and realized that a thin waist is the real weapon.

Due to the pulling, Yang Moshu's shirt has been taken off from his trousers, and it has jumped up to the top, and the small waistline is twisted crookedly, it really wants to be more seductive.

Xu Wanhe changed his mind at that time.

He usually doesn't beat the person who wants to sleep with him, and if he wants to beat, he uses his lower body to beat his ass.

Before the alcohol receded, Xu Wanhe took off his clothes three times and five times under the help of dizziness. With his upper body naked, he raised his hand to caress that small waist, and stretched down into the waist of his trousers along the line, vigorously Kneading Yang Moshu's buttocks.

"So bad?"

Yang Moshu looked at Xu Wanhe's chest muscles and inhaled, "Then what are you talking about."

Xu Wanhe was stunned for a moment, and then he was outraged. With a brute force, Yang Moshu's entire pair of pants was ripped off.

The buttons on the trousers popped out and fell to the ground, making a series of noises.

Yang Moshu didn't seem to care, just stretched out two hands to stroke Xu Wanhe's body over and over again.

The temperature of the bronze-colored skin is hot, and the strong muscles are piled on the arms and shoulders.

Yang Moshu's eyes were shining, and his fingers greedily traced the knife-like lines on his body. He felt that this man's figure was almost perfect, and even the scars all over his body were so hard and sexy.

After Xu Wanhe took off Yang Moshu's pants, he was surprised to find that the boy was tougher than himself.

Yang Moshu stroked Xu Wanhe's chest, seeming to enjoy it very much.

Xu Wanhe frowned when he caressed him, and waved his hand free,

"Stop fumbling around."

Yang Moshu covered it again, "Your chest muscles are really good."

Then fingertips flicked circles on the nipples, "Well...so soft..."

A burst of electricity ran down his back and hit his forehead, Xu Wanhe didn't know whether it was for anger or for pleasure, he raised his hand while suppressing his anger, and dragged the person off the sofa, pressed him to the ground, then sat back on the sofa by himself, With wide open legs, he took out the stuff in his pants, "Come here."

Yang Moshu sat on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the guy between Xu Wanhe's legs,

"...It's amazing..."

Xu Wanhe felt angry and kicked him, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

Yang Moshu hurried forward, held the stiff penis with both hands, and rubbed it, "It's so hot..."

Xu Wanhe panted heavily, and said in a low voice, "Lick quickly."

Yang Moshu took the round glans head into his mouth, but because he was not very skilled in the technique, he could only suck it carefully with his lips, and then sucked it down his throat bit by bit.

Xu Wanhe couldn't help letting out a dull gasp.

The stiff tip pierced into the throat, and Yang Moshu's saliva soon followed, wet and wet the whole penis.

Xu Wanhe saw that he was so jerky, so he grabbed his hair and pulled out a little, "If you don't have the ability, why do you deep throat, lick with your tongue, and then suck with your mouth."

Yang Moshu did as Xu Wanhe said, knelt down in front of him, and gave him oral sex with all his heart.

Feeling more and more happy, Xu Wanhe leaned over slightly, spraying his alcohol-stained breath on Yang Moshu's face, "Is it delicious? En?"

Yang Moshu clasped the roots with both hands, and sucked while gripping. The voice in his mouth was sobbing and dull, as if he responded casually.

Xu Wanhe's tone was unstable, and he lifted him up, "Okay, go, lie down on the table and push your butt up."

Yang Moshu suddenly remembered about the lubricant, so he touched the trousers that had been taken off. After groping for a long time, he found nothing but two dollars.

Xu Wanhe found a cover somewhere, and after putting it on, he lowered his eyes to look at Yang Moshu who was fishing on the ground, "What are you doing, come here quickly."

"...Where's the lubricant..."

Xu Wanhe frowned, flipped aside, and threw a transparent vial over, "Paint it yourself."

Yang Moshu took the lube, looked around, and then rushed into the bathroom next to him, leaving Xu Wanhe stunned on the spot with a dick.

After waiting for 5 minutes, Xu Wanhe couldn't bear it anymore.

When I kicked the door in, I saw that this man was sitting on the toilet to stretch himself, his legs were wide open, and there were two fingers stuck underneath.

Seeing Xu Wanhe coming in, Yang Moshu seemed to be frightened. He pulled out his finger, and the small hole was slightly opened, and he hadn't had time to close it.

Xu Wanhe's eyes were bloodshot, and with all his strength, he lifted the person from the toilet like a rabbit, stripped him naked and pressed him on the sink, and then opened his legs and stabbed him in.

Although it was lubricated and expanded in advance, Yang Moshu still felt unbearably painful when he inserted it so abruptly.

Seeing him frowning, Xu Wanhe enjoyed it a lot.

"Aren't you coquettish, why don't you feel good about it?"

Yang Moshu was in so much pain that he lifted his foot against Xu Wanhe's shoulder and pushed it out.

"...It hurts...Your skills are not good..."

Xu Wanhe grabbed his ankles, but his waist was pushed inward,

"Fuck! Relax."

Yang Moshu's head began to sweat,

"I'm going to have an anal fissure..."

Xu Wanhe looked down, then touched the connection between the two, it was sticky, slippery and soft, without any trace of blood, just a little red, probably nothing serious, so Xu Wanhe continued to insert it.

Yang Moshu wiped off his sweat, only to feel that this hard object penetrated deep into the intestines from below, almost stabbing people to death.

After the whole root was submerged, Xu Wanhe raised his eyes slightly,

"Relax, it will feel better for you."

After speaking, he raised his hand and touched Yang Moshu's head.

Yang Moshu stared at Xu Wanhe with bright eyes, blushing all over his face.

Xu Wanhe cursed embarrassingly, raised his hand to hold Yang Moshu's shoulder, and began to twitch slowly.

The hard objects in the body moved back and forth smoothly, rubbing against the intestinal wall, feeling more and more comfortable.

After doing it for half an hour, Yang Moshu trembled all over, and his body began to turn red. He raised his neck and pressed it against the cold mirror surface, and the fog on the mirror surface evaporated after a while.

Xu Wanhe's breath became quicker, and he suppressed him even harder. Sweat seeped from the roots of his hair, dripping down the tip of his nose onto Yang Moshu's naked chest.

The ferocious penetration began without warning, and the intertwined breathing began to produce a nasal panting, like an invisible thin thread, strangling around the neck, suffocating people's lives, and the room was full of flesh for a while The sound of copulation.

Xu Wanhe inserted it for a while, then looked up at Yang Moshu, his eyes were dark, like a hunting wolf, "Are you happy... little bitch..."

Swelling mixed with numbness, Yang Moshu felt all the blood rushing down his body, "...so cool...husband...husband..."

"..."

Xu Wanhe was instantly terrified.