photosensitive effect

Can't hold back, really can't hold back.

The two young men were full of vigor, with few clothes on their bodies, lips to lips, legs to legs, the small space of the bathroom and the warm yellow light made the kiss that was originally caused by accident look extremely ambiguous.Wu Xie unconsciously leaned closer, the wet clothes felt uncomfortable on his body, but he had no time to care about it.

When he stopped, Wu Xie was already a little breathless, maybe because the bathroom was too hot.He didn't intend to escape, he felt the changes in the two people's bodies, and whoever escaped was not a man for the sake of this.Proudly tearing off the wet pajamas on his body, Wu Xie put his arms around Zhang Qiling's neck, tilted his head and gnawed on it again.

Zhang Qiling raised his eyebrows, it was rare for Wu Xie to be so proactive.

Once the fire is stirred up, it is difficult to extinguish it. Zhang Qiling could finish washing in 10 minutes, but this time it took half an hour.The two of them fell into the bathtub after washing. Wu Xie looked like a cooked shrimp. He remembered when the two of them were in Vietnam.

It didn't make it to the end that time, but this time it looked very suspenseful.

Wu Xie decided to go all out this time, and went up to bite Zhang Qiling's ear: "Brother, let's discuss something."

"Ah."

"Can't it be in the bathroom?"

Zhang Qiling seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then Wu Xie heard a very small "poof".

Wu Xie slapped Zhang Qiling's chest: "Don't laugh, you, I'm not joking, and I don't have a condom at home... But in fact, I don't mind too much and it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm not a woman and can't get pregnant... Hey!"

Wu Xie, who was picked up by Da Heng, was a little dizzy, and had to hug Zhang Qiling's neck because he was afraid of falling.The door of the master bedroom was left open, and Zhang Qiling thought about where to go.The colonel put the man on the bed and kissed his forehead: "I didn't want to."

Wu Xie reached out and poked his waist: "You don't want to say that?"

"You did it."

There was water all over his body, Zhang Qiling wiped the hair of the two of them with the bath towel Wu Xie had used on Zhang Qiling's bedside table, and then rolled together again.The two-meter-two big bed doesn't matter how it rolls, so there is nothing to worry about.Xia Liang was thrown under the bed a long time ago, the desk lamp on the bedside table gave off a dim light, and the atmosphere was very good.

Too good to be intoxicating.

There is no lubricant, and Wu Xie's family does not always have this thing, and Wu Xie's life is not so meticulous. There is no face cream at home, so he can only use some kind of white mucus instead.It was the first time for both of them, and they had little experience at all, which directly led to the following conversation.

"Ah! It hurts, hurts, get out!"

"Relax."

"I don't know how to relax! Get out!"

"...How can I get out if you don't relax."

After 10 minutes, the pain was finally gone, Wu Xie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and someone bumped into it, causing another exclamation.

"Um...um...you take it easy, you..."

"..."

"I didn't say stop...um...don't bite..."

"Does it still hurt?"

"You...um...you let me try...you...do you hurt...ah!"

Wu Xie buried his face in the pillow. He had never hated the physical strength of the special forces so much. He had tossed and turned three times. A certain colonel didn't intend to stop at all, and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

By the time Wu Xie was turned over again, three hours had passed.

Wu Xie couldn't take it anymore, and hit Zhang Qiling on the shoulder with his weak fist: "You, you fucking stop me, stop!"

Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie's hand and kissed it: "One last time."

Then this time it became one night—in fact, it was not that exaggerated, because Wu Xie fell asleep halfway through, and of course it was more likely that he passed out.Wu Xie will never admit this.

The last sentence Wu Xie heard before closing her eyes was: "Now, the relationship is confirmed."

In fact, he really wanted to reply: "I'm sure you, sir!" But he really didn't have the strength to reply.He wants to sleep, no one is allowed to stop him.

At 01:30 in the morning, the light on the bedside table finally went out.

The author has something to say:

H not counting H

Well, after all, Jinjiang is too strict QAQ