Poor boy and Bai Fumei

Lin Qiao waited until the dead of night and turned off the lights before he dared to open Baidu Cloud secretly under the covers. Yu Weiwei sent him two copies, not very long and only 5 or 6 minutes long.

When Lin Qiao was still debating whether to click on it, Yu Weiwei sent a WeChat message.

Yu Weiwei: Did you read it?

Lin Qiao: Not yet.

Yu Weiwei: These two are the bottom of my press box. Although they are a bit short, they are quite beautiful...Anyway, you should watch them first, and remember to bring earphones.

Lin Qiao returned to the Baidu Cloud page and clicked on the video.

In the beginning, it was a big white bed, and two figures, one black and one white, were entangled on the bed.

The white-skinned man was lying on his back on the bed with his legs spread wide, and the dark-skinned one was shaking on top of him.He moved so fast that Lin Qiao could hear the sound of sticky water coming from the earphones.

The white-skinned waist arched up, as if he couldn't bear the conquest of the person on his body, he screamed lewdly, the cry was both painful and joyful, and the dark-skinned hand pinched his waist, as if trying to squeeze his waist His waist was broken, and the other hand held his penis and moved it up and down.

Lin Qiao was dumbfounded. He stared at the entanglement between the two on the screen, feeling bored.A heat surged up from his body and burned to his heart, making him flushed and dizzy.

Boys and boys can...

The people on the screen moved faster and faster, and their voices became more and more sweet and attractive.The dark-skinned man raised one of the white-skinned legs to his shoulder, and Lin Qiao could see clearly where the two joined.

The thick penis moved in and out between the snow-white buttocks, making an ambiguous sound of water, pinching the pink nipples with fingers and teasing wantonly, teasing out the man's more alluring groans.

It wasn't until the end of the film that Lin Qiao didn't recover for a long time. He seemed to have been greatly frightened, and his lips were slightly parted, staring at the blacked out screen.

When he regained a little clarity from the excitement of the film, Lin Qiao found out in shame.

He is hard.

He watched two men having sex, and it was hard.

What does this prove?Proof that he likes men too?Lin Qiao didn't know, he clicked to replay by accident, and then slowly put his hand into his pajama pants.

At night, Lin Qiao had a dream.

It was still the big snow-white bed, and he was lying on that bed.

A hand slowly moved up along his ankle, touched the root of his thigh, and then separated his legs forcefully and gently.

Lin Qiao couldn't see the man's face clearly, but could only feel the hot temperature of his palm.The blazing heat brushed over his thighs, his abdomen, and finally settled on his chest, pinching the little bump.

The fingertips are rough, and the nipples are painful and itchy.Lin Qiao heard the man's low laughter, and said, "It's hard."

Which one is he talking about?Does it mean his nipples, or... Lin Qiao was thinking in a daze.The man's hand turned downwards to hold Lin Qiao's penis, and teased, "It's hard here too."

hard?is he hard?Then what?

The man leaned down, held Lin Qiao's lips and sucked them lightly. He kept moving his hands, rubbing the secret mouth under Lin Qiao's body, softening the mysterious place until he could swallow it shyly and timidly. down one of his pinky knuckles.

Lin Qiao felt itchy and hot, as if his whole body was being simmered on a low fire, and his body was completely controlled by that person.

The number of fingers in the back acupuncture point increased to three, and there was a sticky and ambiguous sound of water when entering and exiting. The man said that it was almost done.Then he withdrew his fingers, replaced them with his own penis, and pushed them in bit by bit.

Lin Qiao looked up, and the man just bent down.

It was Lu Juan's face.