The husband in the mobile phone is alive and swollen

Han Feiling responded, put his elbows on the bar, and stood quietly waiting.

In this way, he just had time to carefully look at Yemo today.

At this time, there were no customers in the coffee shop, not even the usual waiter girl.

Inside the store, there were only three small lights on the top of the bar, and the dimness was just right, so that you couldn't see clearly, and it also stained the male god's face with a faint yellow light.

It is estimated that Yemo's chin has grown a little stubble because he has been busy these two days.

Very short, just popping out.

It won't make people vicissitudes, but it looks more manly.

Especially, this very masculine man is currently concentrating on feeding Han Feizero heat.

The more Han Feiling looked at it, the more he felt that the male god was so handsome.

When a delicious white-cut chicken rice bowl was placed in front of him, he was still a little unresponsive.

After a pause, he leaned over and smelled it, "It smells so good. God, you are amazing."

Yemo was already used to the daily worship of Han Feiling.

He smiled and didn't answer, picked up the chopsticks and spoons next to him and put them on the tray, picked up the tray and walked outside.

The two sat down at a table near the bar.

Yemo pushed the tray to Han Feiling, "Eat."

Han Feizero asked doubtfully, "Male God, have you finished eating?"

"Ah."

Yemo folded his hands on his chest and leaned back on the chair, nodding.

Han Feiling rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Then I won't be polite."

Then, pick up the chopsticks and eat.

From the first time they met, Yemo discovered that Han Feiling looked very appetizing when he ate, because everything he ate tasted particularly delicious.

While he was eating, Yemo just leaned on his chair and watched him silently.

After eating, just as Yemo was about to pick up the tray and pack his things, Han Feiling grabbed his arm.

"Hey, male god, I'll come, I'll come."

Without further ado, Han Feiling picked up the tray, walked towards the bar, and said, "I asked the male god to cook for me, so how dare I ask the male god to wash the dishes. In order to thank the male god, the job of washing dishes is just Leave it to me."

The bar is not spacious, nor does it mean that there is no room for two people, but it is difficult for two people to stand in it and even turn around.

Therefore, Yemo simply went with him.

He walked to the door by himself, closed the door, and put down the light-blocking curtain inside the glass door.

Han Feiling was washing the dishes. He looked up and found that the light-blocking curtain was quite thick. When it was pulled down, it almost blocked the outside world.

It was only later that he realized that there were really only the two of them in the whole coffee shop.

"God, why isn't the coffee shop open today?"

Yemo closed the door, walked to the bar, and explained: "There are two young girls in the store who asked for leave at the same time, so they just closed for a week."

"I see."

At this time, Han Feiling had already washed the dishes, so he grabbed a white cloth next to him and wiped the water stains on his wrist.

In fact, he didn't do any housework at all, but he saw that male gods seemed to do this before, so he followed suit.

But the movements were so clumsy that I almost dropped the plate once or twice.

Ye Mo, who was watching outside, sighed, walked in, surrounded him from behind, snatched the plate and white cloth from his hand, and wiped it himself.

When Yemo was wiping the dishes, he also imprisoned Han Feiling in front of him, making Han Feiling a little at a loss.

Because when Yemo was wiping the dishes, his arms moved and his body leaned forward slightly, his chest hit his back several times.

That intimate touch made him a little nervous.

Soon, Yemo wiped the plate and put it back in the cabinet. After putting the white cloth aside, he pressed his hands on the bar, rested his chin on Han Feiling's shoulder, and pressed down the weight of his body.

He pressed against Han Feiling's ear, breathed hot air and said, "I've fed you first, now it's time to feed me."

"..."

Han Feiling shrank his neck, always feeling the heat falling in his ears, which was almost unbearable.

Moreover, what does the male god mean by this?

Seeing that Han Feiling didn't answer, Yemo moved closer and licked Han Feiling's ear with his tongue, "Huh?"

Han Feiling grabbed the bar with his palm and muttered, "No wonder you want to close the door!"

The people behind chuckled, "Do you want everyone passing by to watch?"

"It's not... umm!"

Before Han Feiling finished speaking, Yemo from behind reached out and pinched his chin, turned his face away, and leaned forward to kiss his lips.

Having just finished eating, Han Feiling still had a faint smell of rice in his mouth.

Yemo kissed, and licked harder as if possessed, his movements gradually took on a sense of encroachment, completely pressing him on the bar counter.

Han Feiling was forced to turn around and face him, accepting the kiss like a storm. He felt out of breath halfway, so he couldn't help pushing him, and let out a provocative groan along the way.

This action stimulated Yemo and made him even more excited.

Ye Mo simply picked him up and placed him directly on the bar, letting the person in his arms sit down. He also took a few aprons from the side and placed them on the bar to prevent him from being hit by the corners of the bar.

Then grabbed his hands, let his palms down while kissing, and pulled his pants|waist|belt.

"Um~"

Han Feiling didn't expect Yemo to be so impatient, he wanted it here.

But with the current situation, there was no time for him to think about it. He followed Yemo's guidance and fumbled.

There was only one thought in my mind, "It's so big!"

After the two kissed for a while, Yemo finally raised his head and left, giving Han Feiling a chance to breathe.

Ye Mo lowered his head and saw the person in his arms had flushed cheeks and moist lips, as if they had been coated with honey.

I remembered the first time I saw him, right here, smiling to himself while licking his lips.

Then, suddenly, it got harder.

"Well."

Han Feiling obviously felt that the object in his hand had become harder and longer, and was taken aback.

Before he could say anything, Yemo reached out and hugged him down, turned him around, and took off his coat.

Next, is the sweater.

Han Feiling lay on the bar counter, turned his head and looked back, "God, do you really want to be here?"

Is the space here too narrow, and it can't be used at all.

Yemo didn't know what was going on in his heart, and thought he was afraid, so he hugged him tightly against his back, licked his lips behind his ear, and explained in a low voice, "Today won't be the end, but there is something that must be done." Do it here."

"Huh? What?"

Ten minutes later, Han Feiling lay on the bar counter wanting to cry but without tears, looking at the bottle of honey in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Just now, Yemo found the bottle of honey from nowhere, turned on the heater in the store, stripped him naked, and let him lie on the bar.

Then, he picked up the honey, gave Sala a look, and poured several lines of honey on his back.Immediately afterwards, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed down... and began to lick his back.

Of course Han Feiling remembered that this was a scene from the fan art of "All People Love" that he drew before.

It was the scene where Ye Bai, the husband of the whole people, pressed Xiao Fei on the bar for a whole night.

Feeling the damp heat on his back, Han Feiling trembled and wanted to escape, but he was restrained by the people behind him, preventing him from moving.

Just like that, Yemo licked his back for ten minutes, and he was also hard for ten minutes.

However, Yemo didn't allow him to do it himself, so he grabbed his hands and pressed them on the bar, so it shouldn't be too much torture.

When he finally finished licking, I hugged him from behind, grabbed his dick, and started to rub him.

Because he had endured for too long before, this time, in only ten minutes, he completely vented in Yemo's hands.

After the end, his legs were a little weak, Yemo picked him up, and carried him into the bathroom next to him.

Fortunately, hot water is often needed in the store on weekdays, so a water heater was installed in the bathroom, and they rushed out after washing in it.

The only regret was that Yemo didn't ask Han Feiling to help him.

The reason is that it is too long, estimated to be an hour.

If you want to solve it quickly, you can only use your mouth.

Hearing the word "mouth", Han Feiling flinched.

Because he really has no energy now.

After putting on his clothes again, Yemo stood in front of Han Feiling and wrapped the scarf around him.

Then, holding his hand, he walked out of Filler.

His car was parked not far away. After the two got into the car, Yemo leaned over and put on his seat belt for him.

Han Feiling looked sick, probably because the relationship was too exciting just now.

Yemo felt a little distressed.Holding his face in both hands, she kissed him on the forehead.

Han Feiling smiled.

"Huh?" Yemo was puzzled.

Han Feiling grabbed his arms and said with a smile, "I still think it's amazing. Are we really together? It feels too unreal!"

Yemo looked into his eyes and said, "I thought the complete fusion just now was already real enough."

"..." Han Feiling went crazy, "Ahhh! How can you say such things without blushing!"

He lowered his eyes and muttered, "Also, we haven't fully integrated yet."

Didn't go in all the way.

Yemo smiled, "Don't worry, it will be soon."

After all, he sat back, put on his seat belt, started the car, and sped forward.

There is a sentence that he didn't say, but only said to himself in his heart.

We are in this together.

And, will be together for a long time.

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