A letter from a strange man

"You beat me." Jing Ling was ashamed to the extreme, blushing and resting her hands on Zhang Hui's strong chest.

Not only did Zhang Hui not leave, but he pushed his crotch, kneaded and played with Jing Ling's earlobe with his fingers, and kissed Jing Ling's cheek from time to time.

"Little villain, don't you just seduce me by dressing like this?" Zhang Hui's voice was full of magnetism, circling around Jing Ling's ears like a three-dimensional surround.

Jing Ling felt that he was so innocent, he didn't know that he would come back, but he was powerless to defend himself.

Without a teacher, he hooked Zhang Hui's foot with his foot, looked at Zhang Hui's eyes sparkling, and said in a low voice, "Can I help you?"

Zhang Hui suddenly picked him up and put him on the sink. Jing Ling was startled a little, and her legs opened unconsciously.

It doesn't matter if you don't open it, Zhang Hui saw his white underwear and delicate legs.

Zhang Hui's face was buried next to Jing Ling's neck, his breathing was disordered, and he gasped somewhat heavily.

He moved on his own for a while, but found that he was not satisfied. He held Jing Ling's hand and led him to wrap the hot thing, moving quickly and skillfully.

Jing Ling felt her hands were hot, her palms were so hot that his lips parted unconsciously, moaning a little, both indulging and complaining.

His fingers gradually became sticky, Zhang Hui's kisses fell on his neck and collarbone densely, Jing Ling's breathing became disordered, he pecked and kissed Zhang Hui's earlobe uncontrollably, and complained softly: "My hands are sore, hurry up."

Zhang Hui smiled, and bit Jing Ling's lips: "If I want to be really too fast, you'll cry."

His voice was different from usual, with lust and panting, even more beautiful than usual, but also mixed with some regret: "If you are not sick, I want you to look good."

Jing Ling looked at him with wet eyes, and whispered, "Actually, it's okay now."

The movements of Zhang Hui's hands quickened, and his breathing became heavier. His brows were furrowed, and he suddenly kissed Jing Ling's lips, viciously as if he wanted to eat him, then let out a muffled grunt.

Jing Ling's hands, legs, and even his underwear were covered with his scalding liquid.

With that groan, Jing Ling was numb all over. He opened his palm, and the white liquid slid down his fingers. Zhang Hui also saw it. The way he was full was a little sexy. He asked Jing Ling: "Do you like it?" ?"

Jing Ling stared at him in shame, then got off the table and wanted to wash her hands, but found that her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up straight.

He thought he looked very embarrassed, the fluid from the heels of his legs was still slipping unspeakably, making his heels itchy indescribably.

Thinking of this, he became even more ashamed, and he didn't want to ignore the Zhang Hui who was looking at him contentedly and playfully.

His underpants were also damaged and he couldn't wear them anymore. Zhang Hui handed him a pair of underpants, which looked like triangle straps and were very coquettish.

Jing Ling looked at the fabric in his hand in shock, and stared at Zhang Hui in disbelief: "How could you be like this?"

Zhang Hui lazily leaned against the door of the bathroom, and still had that charming look of being satisfied and unconscious, which made it difficult for Jing Ling to look away from him even though she didn't want to look at him.

"I forgot what festival, Chen Zinian gave it to me. This is the only one I haven't worn."

Then he smiled playfully: "If the little elf dislikes this style, of course you don't have to wear it, I don't mind." He also raised his eyebrows quite fatally.

Jing Ling is really getting to know all the chapters more and more. He is a rascal and has a firework atmosphere. Whenever this happens, he will give him a sense of reality, and he will feel that he is really close to him.

He took it shyly, and after studying it for a long time, he found that Zhang Hui was still standing at the door, looking at him with his arms folded.

Jing Ling gestured to him with an expression: "?"

Zhang Hui didn't seem to understand, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What's the matter?"

Jing Ling stomped her feet angrily, why didn't he realize that Zhang Hui is such a hooligan, the most annoying thing is himself, and he is also fascinated by his hooligan appearance.

Suddenly there was a strange smell in the air, both Jing Ling and Zhang Hui could smell it, Jing Ling suddenly thought of the soup in the pot: "Ah, my soup!"

Zhang Hui turned and moved quickly to the kitchen, he was relieved to see him leave Jing Ling, he had no choice but to put on the shameful underwear, and when he walked to the kitchen hesitantly, a sudden gust of wind blew his clothes.

Jing Ling: "..."

Before he had time to turn around, the entire buttocks wrapped in that little fabric were completely displayed in front of Zhang Hui's eyes.

The pot was almost boiled dry, so Zhang Hui opened the window to let the smell out.

As soon as Jing Ling came out, he looked at the plump buttocks bound by the two straps, Jing Ling pressed down the hem of her clothes in shame, Zhang Hui's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

Jing Ling came to his side, looked at the dead pot, and looked at him angrily: "Pay me the soup!"

Zhang Hui seemed to point out something: "Didn't I pay you all just now?"

Jing Ling was stunned, and then suddenly remembered the palms, thighs, and underwear. He looked at Zhang Hui in shock and shame. Is this the Zhang Hui he knew?

Zhang Hui also laughed. During the process of getting along with Jing Ling, he knew for the first time that he was such a hooligan, but seeing Jing Ling's blushing cheeks, he wanted to be a little bit worse.

Afterwards, Jing Ling blushed throughout the meal, and didn't even drink a mouthful of porridge or soup. Zhang Hui looked at his small appearance and was very hungry. From time to time, his feet under the table would mess around, hooking his calves, and even scratching his legs. his thighs.

After eating this meal, Zhang Hui went out to work in a happy mood. Before he left, he didn't forget to prepare the medicine and hot water for Jing Ling and put them in front of him, leaving him lying on the chair looking tired. No way, Jing Ling.

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