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The backyard was completely filled with hot objects, and it was slightly swollen and painful, but there were bursts of numbness on the inner wall of the narrow passage. There was pleasure, but it was not strong. Instead, it became an indescribable torment. Unable to bear it, he twisted twice unconsciously.

Yu Zhongye was not in a hurry, instead he pinched Xing Ming's chin and asked, "Do you want it?"

Going up to Yu Zhongye's neck on the Xingming Building, he buried his face into the socket of his neck. At this moment, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were hazy, he no longer felt awkward, and only followed his heart to give a soft "hmm".

Yu Zhongye slapped Xing Ming's ass again: "Move."

Xing Ming moved obediently.

Mr. Yu probably belongs to the lion, and he likes active control rather than passive enjoyment, so he doesn't like this position very much, and Xing Ming doesn't have a chance to try it.He supported with his arms vigorously, exerted force with his thighs, raised and sat down, suddenly his whole body jerked and quickly curled up into a ball, plunged into Yu Zhongye's arms, grinning and humming.

The thing was embedded deeper, but the sitting position on his body was twisted, which was not very comfortable. Yu Zhongye stretched out one hand to wrap around Xing Ming's slender waist to prevent him from falling, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Leg... leg cramps, maybe it's because I played too hard in the afternoon...",

Yu Zhongye withdrew, ordered Xing Ming to lie flat, lift his legs, and carefully massage and stretch his convulsed leg muscles. Seeing his face return to normal, he said, "You carry it on your back."

Xing Ming lay on his back on Yu Zhongye's body according to the order, he bent his legs and separated his thighs, and entered from behind.

Yu Zhongye turned on the TV with the remote control, and switched from East Asia Channel to Pearl Channel. It was the rebroadcast scene of "Oriental Vision".

"This is the Eastern Vision, and I am Xing Ming."

Xing Ming has never seen himself in this situation during the live broadcast.

He was almost naked at the moment, and when he lowered his head, he could see the genitals between the crotch standing up straight, and the piss mouth was bright and wet, and he looked very lewd.

What's more, there is another thing embedded in his body, half of which is exposed due to the position of the body, with ridges and blue tendons coiled around it.

Holding Xing Ming's thigh, Yu Zhongye began to sprint fiercely behind him, and the thing went in and out of his hole frequently, making the sound of lustful water.

Xing Ming can see himself on the stage and on the bed.

This episode discusses a tragedy caused by a campus bullying incident. A newly enrolled female college student was bullied by her roommates because of her ugly appearance. She had the idea of ​​changing her face to change her fate, and died suddenly on the plastic surgery table.

The girl's father filed a lawsuit against the two companies, one was the unlicensed beauty salon, and the other was the girls of the same age who slept with him. He was crying before the camera, knelt down out of control, and Xing Ming reached out to pick her up from the ground in time. A few words of consolation.

The criminal anchor on the screen quoted various laws and talked eloquently, but the criminal's teeth and tongue were no longer sharp outside the screen, and he only catered to Yu Zhongye's pumping, moaning involuntarily.

The camera is too decent, contrasting with the current situation is too unbearable, Xing Ming's eyes are filled with tears, the pleasure is close to the peak, but there is still a sliver of reason, he reaches out to grab the remote control, trying to turn off the TV.

Yu Zhongye reached out to cover his hand holding the remote control.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what you look like." He put his lips next to Xing Ming's ear, kissed his cheek and neck, and said softly, "I like every Ming Ming."

Before he could erupt, he changed into a familiar posture, Yu Zhongye pressed Xing Ming back under his body, and slammed Xing Ming across his legs until the end of the show, before releasing him.

Yu Zhongye turned over with Xing Ming in his arms, letting him sleep peacefully on top of him in a prostrate position, raised his hand and gently brushed his sweat-wet forehead hair, put his lips together, and kissed his brow. After being kissed gently for a while, Xing Ming just felt that he fell from the clouds back to the ground again, so he raised his face, found Yu Zhongye's lips, and kissed them with great admiration.

The four lips meet, and then accept each other's tongues, the kiss is hot and deep.

Reluctant to let go of this lingering kiss, the two lips parted and then joined together, kissing intermittently, fighting each other until they were both satisfied.Xing Ming leaned on Yu Zhongye's chest and gasped for a long time, feeling the heat of his chest, hearing his heart beating like a drum, thought for a while, and decided to confess: "Teacher, your wedding ring... I lost it."

In fact, Phoebe had already found the ring and put it away, but Yu Zhongye didn't mention it, and asked calmly, "So?"

"So I bought a new pair." Xing Ming got up from Yu Zhongye, picked up the nightgown on the ground, put it on, and touched the pocket of the coat.

Yu Zhongye also put on his clothes and got up, watching Xing Ming take out a pair of wedding rings, and then returned to himself.

Xing Ming landed on one knee, his eyes were still blurred by the climax of love, but his expression was serious and gentle: "Teacher, you will marry me, okay?" Yu Zhongye lowered his eyes and stared at Xing Ming with a slight frown. He didn't miss any subtle emotion on his face, and didn't respond.

Xing Ming changed his name and asked again: "Old fox, will you marry me?"

As long as outsiders are present, regardless of whether the other party knows about their relationship, Xing Ming still stubbornly calls Yu Zhongye "teacher".The word "teacher" is very wonderful, gentle and decent, neither overbearing nor overly intimate, but he often yells unscrupulously when he is behind, and the word "old fox" hangs on his lips from time to time, and it becomes a relationship between the two of them. A unique intimacy.

I've had this idea for a while, and it's not that I have to go through a process and have a certificate, it's just that his straight man's thinking is hard to change, and the person he likes has to marry back home to be at ease.

After a long while, Yu Zhongye's expression changed from serious to gentle, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, he didn't know whether he was smiling or not, and said to Xing Ming: "You sit up and talk."

The flower bloomed twice, and Yu Zhongye broke out again in Xing Ming's body. The first time was a long-hungry person gobbling it up, and the second time was to taste the delicacies carefully and knead slowly.

Sensitive points are rubbed repeatedly, and the pleasure is like an electric current rushing through the whole body, converging on the top of the head, accumulating and exploding.Xing Ming gradually lost his consciousness and moaned incoherently, but still twisted his two long legs instinctively and pressed down on Yu Zhongye's lower back, so that the other party could fit him more closely.

It was already noon when he woke up on the big bed in the master bedroom, and Yu Zhongye was not around, probably preparing brunch in the kitchen downstairs.

Xing Ming went to the bathroom to wash his face. He saw that he was wearing a ring on his ring finger when he was holding water to wash his face.

Xing Ming went downstairs, and as expected, he saw Yu Zhongye in the kitchen, and also saw the paired ring of the same style on his hand.

"I'm so hungry." Xing Ming hugged Yu Zhongye from behind, put one arm around his waist, and stretched his other hand into his nightgown, stroking his strong chest and abdominal muscles.

Yu Zhongye turned around and kissed him, and said with a smile, "That's good."

(Online version of extra episode - end)

Year after year

Yu Shaoai came home with a suitcase, he had the key, and he opened the door directly to enter the house. The two aunts at home were busy with the greenery and didn't notice him, but Yu Zhongye, who was sitting in the living room reading a book, heard the voice He raised his eyes.

Yu Shaoai met his father's eyes and asked very naturally: "Where is my little mother?"

Yu Zhongye answered very naturally: "I'm not awake."

"What time is it?" Yu Shaoai was quite surprised, it was almost noon.He has been on business trips with Xing Ming, quite a few times. What impresses me the most is that this Xing anchor hardly sleeps, interviews during the day, writes articles at night, and invites group members into the group discussion late at night, as if putting all his light and energy into the group discussion. The heat is devoted to his journalism career, burnt out.

"Let him sleep for a while." Yu Zhongye took a sip from the teacup and put it down again, "I'm tired at night."

If this sip of tea was in Yu Shaoai's mouth, he would have to spit it out on the spot.The old thing is not only intemperate, but also shameless.

Yu Zhongye seemed to fully understand his son's slander, but he didn't care. His eyes moved to the suitcase his son was carrying, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"There is no place to live." Yu Shaoai explained, because the landlord's son and his girlfriend had a passion for a while, and they had to marry the son. Now the landlord is anxious to take the house back. The Spring Festival is approaching, and he has no time to find a house.

"Want to live at home?" Yu Zhongye's attitude was neither cold nor indifferent, the water thrown by the kicked out son seemed to have no intention of taking him in.

"I will stay until the Lantern Festival. At that time, my friend will come back from his hometown. I will move to his place to deal with it for a while."

"How long has it been since you returned to China, do you already have such a friend?"

"It's okay if you don't go back to China," Yu Shaoai shrugged disapprovingly, "You underestimate your son too much, and you have friends all over the world."

Yu Zhongye's smile finally showed, and it was a kindness: "Put your luggage upstairs and let Phoebe cook you something to eat."

"I didn't come here to make trouble for you. I don't lick at all. I can do it myself." Yu Shaoai put down his things, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen. Yu Shaoai is used to taking care of himself abroad. Girlfriend They have changed a few times, most of them are Chinese, so they are quite good at Chinese food.He opened the refrigerator to search for the ingredients, and saw ribs, beef brisket, eggs, carrots, tomatoes, and Argentinian red shrimp... basically all the meat, meat, and vegetarian dishes were available, so he decided to make four dishes and one soup first, so he planned to make Phoebe Take the job together.

Yu Shaoai was whipping the egg liquid swiftly, when suddenly a pair of hands came up behind him, they were very restless, they hugged him tightly, and even groped into his waistband.Yu Shaoai didn't react for a while, and froze, the people behind him took the initiative to come up and gently teased him with lips on his neck and ear: "Teacher..."

Yu Shaoai realized that the torture anchor who was tired last night was still delirious, and clearly admitted the wrong person.

There was a clear cough from behind, his father's.

Yu Shaoai rolled his eyes, and Xing Ming woke up in time, thinking that this old fox is very unreasonable, and he seemed to have performed live erotica in front of Lao Lin and Phoebe before, but now it's good, even his own son Let's get close.He pretended to be calm and moved his hands away from Yu Shaoai's waist, coughing dryly: "You're pretty good at cooking."

Yu Shaoai deliberately ignored Lao Tzu's gloomy gaze, and smiled charmingly: "But I'm familiar with it."

A family of three had a brunch at the same table, and the New Year's Eve was approaching, and the Internet was full of news about the Spring Festival Gala. Yu Shaoai asked Xing Ming, "What's the matter? You weren't allowed to host the show?"

Xing Ming shook his head: "I mentioned it, I refused." After a few days, the assistant director came to ask him again about his willingness to go abroad during the Spring Festival Gala.

Xing Ming knew that Yu Zhongye should let go.But the class reunion a few years ago was such a mess, and he himself was a little ashamed to meet people. After thinking about it for two or three days, he finally decided to take the initiative to let Xian go. spoiled the scenery.

People who are used to being at the forefront of the storm suddenly became tired of the famous rein, and were not so obsessed with showing their faces. Xing Ming himself was surprised when he said the words.

It is rare for a family of three to sit at the same table at home, and basically Yu Shaoai is in charge of the chatter, Xing Ming sullenly eats, and Yu Zhongye occasionally agrees.While chatting, a director in the station called and said that the station planned to give the anchors in the news center a chance to appear collectively, arrange people to interview at the anchor's home, and edit a short film collection.

Xing Ming glanced at Yu Zhongye.Yu Zhongye is naturally inconvenient to appear in the camera, and it is not allowed to come out publicly, but he doesn't mind and even encourages Xing Ming to leave the country.Their relationship is not a secret in the circle, and Xing Ming himself didn't want to hide it. Anyway, this kind of thing is like a fire wrapped in paper, and it can't be hidden. Boss Yu is not in the system now, so he is even more generous about it.

The director proposed to shoot a scene of making dumplings for a family reunion, saying that the high-ranking news anchors occasionally return to the atmosphere, which is suitable for the occasion and the audience loves to watch it.

The director also knew that it was impossible for the father and son of the Yu family to show up in front of the audience, so he kindly mentioned that his mother could leave the country.

After Tang Wan remarried, the mother and son basically lost contact. It wasn't that Xing Ming was stingy, but the old score was over and the gap still remained. Yu Zhongye and Yu Shaoai were far more relatives to him than Tang Wan.He held the mobile phone in silence for a few seconds, and said "um" in a moderate manner, and the interest that had just been raised died down again, leaving a sentence of "let's talk" and hung up the phone.

Yu Zhongye didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but he saw that Xing Ming's place had changed from sunny to cloudy, and the air pressure was low, so he asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's so boring to make dumplings by yourself." Xing Ming lowered his eyes, picked up the last bite of rice, Xiao Xiaoxiao said, "I'm full."

Family reunion?It depends on which family is closed and which circle is in the group.

That is a vision, hidden in a lonely place in his heart, not in the village or in the shop.Over time, forget.

If it wasn't for being desperate, Yu Shaoai would actually be rather unwilling to go home.Thinking of myself as a straight man, or the kind of straight man who would rather not bend, and not go out to flirt with girls in his prime, and live with two homosexuals, what's the matter.What's more, these two homosexuals looked so tired that there was no outsider in their eyes. Phoebe and the others were already familiar with it, but before he got used to going downstairs, he always saw two men kissing on top of each other.

How did Yu Shaoai know that Boss Yu doesn't stay at home all year round, and the criminal anchor seldom idles.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and Yu Shaoai went home with a few friends who were playing in the band in the early morning. He sneaked back to his bedroom and slept until the afternoon before getting up.With sleepy eyes still bleary, he kicked, tapped, and went downstairs loosely, and saw the two downstairs playing chess at a glance.

Playing Go is a very labor-intensive activity. When Xing Ming was a student, his style of chess was the sharpest. When he met gods and gods, he met Buddhas and Buddhas. Now he has not touched a chessboard for a long time. The sharpness is not as good as before. Yu Zhongye and him Playing chess, he had to stick two pieces to him, and he smiled at the other party's exhaustion, while he was indifferent. "Morning, Dad." Yu Shaoai called out to his father, his voice was loud and correct, but Yu Zhongye pretended not to hear it, and his eyes fell directly on the face of Xing Ming who was opposite him.

"Mom, morning." Yu Shaoai turned to Xing Ming and shouted again.

He deliberately joked with the two of them, but he didn't know that they were very devoted, and no one paid him any attention.Although Yu Shaoai didn't know the basics of Go, but he knew how to watch it without saying a word, so he leaned over to watch it for a while.The more he looked at it, the more he found it boring. He subjectively believed that this was a hobby project for hairy children or old people. The former was for developing intelligence, while the latter was for killing time. His father was barely an old man, but at Xing Ming's age, he was able to accompany old things After playing chess all afternoon, it was unbelievable that he refused to go out to play.

Yu Shaoai went back to her room again, changed into a trendy outfit, tidied herself up to a state of greenery, and went downstairs again.This time, he didn't say hello to the two people in the hall who were still obsessed with the battle, and went out directly.

Yu Zhongye raised his eyes slightly and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yu Shaoai stood still and turned around: "I have an appointment to go clubbing with my friends tonight."

"It's only noon," Yu Zhongye said without looking at his son, "It's too early to leave."

Yu Shaoai stood at the door, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks in pain, and said to himself, you obviously think I'm an eyesore.

Xing Ming rested his chin, seemingly thinking about the chess game, but he could figure out the meaning of Yu Zhongye's words just now.During national celebrations and family reunion days, the old fox more or less wanted to keep his son by his side.

Seeing that the defeat has been decided, Xing Ming's mind is no longer on the chessboard, he admits defeat generously, and proposes a project that a family of three can participate in.

Yu Zhongye looked at Xing Ming slightly, smiled lightly, and said, "Make dumplings."

A family of three made dumplings for the New Year.This is a picture that Xing Ming dare not imagine, even when Xing Hong was alive, he did not dare to imagine.

Xing Ming's ancestral home is in the south, but he grew up in the north. He naturally knows the customs of the New Year in the north. Posting Spring Festival couplets, setting off firecrackers, making dumplings, and staying up all night is a joy.Every family is like this, but his family is not like this.Xing Hong was a workaholic when he was alive, and he was often away from home on New Year's Eve. Tang Wan didn't touch Yangchun water with her fingers, so naturally she didn't do it herself. She went to the supermarket to buy some quick-frozen dumplings, and cooked them.

Later, when Xing Hong passed away, he broke up with this festive day and never had a new year's Spring Festival.

Not daring to think about it doesn’t mean you don’t mind or yearn for it.

Otherwise, when the director mentioned to him about shooting the dumpling scene, his color would not change suddenly, and his internal organs would all wilt.

Phoebe is already on vacation. Boss Yu said that he is not lazy when he said that he is making dumplings. He kneads the dough and makes the stuffing by himself.Yu Shaoai had never seen his own father wearing an apron, rolling up his sleeves, and making soup for others, and he was so shocked that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, but Xing Ming was already used to it, and walked over with a little pride in the corners of his eyes and brows, Tie the apron belt for Yu Zhongye.

Xing Ming's strapped hand wrapped his arms around Yu Zhongye's waist, he naturally raised his neck, and Yu Zhongye lowered his head naturally, their lips touched and they both smiled.

Yu Shaoai was shocked by the scene in front of him, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned his face away, slandering that this old tree is in its second spring, and that it doesn't treat others like human beings!

Director Yu stood at the table with his waist slightly bowed, rolled up the wrappers himself with his sleeves rolled up, and he moved neatly. After a while, the dumpling wrappers were spread out one by one on the long mahogany table.Yu Shaoai didn't grow up in China, and couldn't eat a meal of dumplings all year round, but he cooks for himself on weekdays, so making dumplings is a quick job.Xing Ming also doesn't know how to cook, he usually eats Phoebe's and occasionally Yu Zhongye's, and he can only appreciate any delicious food with his mouth.But he is very interested in the activity of making dumplings, and he does not intend to sit back and enjoy the benefits, but rolls up his sleeves and participates in person.

The same is making dumplings, but the styles of the three are very different. Yu Zhongye is an ornamental type, who pays attention to neatness and style, and feels hungry just by looking at them; The trick is to make a square, round, peach-heart shape; the dumplings made by Xing Ming are far less upright than the Yu family's father and son. Maybe it has something to do with his ancestral home being a southerner. The dumplings made can't stand upright at all. No matter how you look at it, it looks more like wonton.

"Oh, I said, Mr. Xing, you are a native Chinese, how can you make dumplings faster than me?" Yu Shaoai moved closer to Xing Ming, raised his hand and wiped the flour on his face, "Okay , I will teach you."

Xing Ming raised his hand to block Yu Shaoai, the old fox was narrow-minded, he had already made a fool of himself a while ago, if he went deep into the text, he would definitely not make himself feel better at night.He didn't notice the flour on his cheeks, and with a straight face, he argued bluntly: "It's fine if you can eat it or not? It's not the same when it comes out."

"How can it be said that they are all the same? Chinese cuisine pays attention to color, fragrance, and color is the first... You might as well ask my dad, what does he like about you?" Yu Shaoai reached out to pinch Xing Ming's chin, and dusted his face in flour The painted face turned to Yu Zhongye, "Is it really the same when the lights are turned off, or do you just like the face of our criminal anchor?"

Yu Zhongye looked at Xing Ming's flour-stained face, with a smile in his eyes, and didn't remind him.Xing Ming broke away from Yu Shaoai, still with a sullen face, lowered his head and squeezed his dumpling, but found that it was too soft to stand up, so he moved closer to Yu Zhongye again.With flour all over his face, he imitated Yu Zhongye's gestures of making dumplings seriously.

Xing Ming muttered while watching: "Why can't you stand up?"

"Little fool." Yu Zhongye raised his hand and scraped the bridge of Xing Ming's nose, and took advantage of the opportunity to wipe the flour on his hands on Xing Ming's nose.

The criminal anchors of Pearl TV have always been cool.This cool is the kind commonly seen in old-fashioned shoujo manga, cold and handsome, very attractive to female nympho.But his current image doesn't match this coolness at all, and he doesn't know it yet.

Yu Shaoai had already choked up his internal injuries just now, and seeing Xing Ming's puzzled expression, he finally couldn't help laughing.

His smile made his father laugh too. Xing Ming understood what happened from the laughter of the father and son, and raised his hand to wipe his nose and face.

"Cut, childish." Xing Ming pretended to be angry, but his face didn't tense, and he smiled too.

With a steaming plate of dumplings, you can recognize which one comes from at a glance.Yu Zhongye's dumplings were already crisp, and Xing Ming's dumplings took shape after they were cooked, shortening the previous gap in appearance. On the contrary, many of Yu Shaoai's ingenious and strange-shaped dumplings fell apart and were filled with skin. Separated, messed up.

Yu Shaoai was still competing with Xing Ming, asking himself, "Who makes delicious dumplings?"

Yu Zhongye glanced at his son, then turned to his little lover: "Mingming is delicious."

Yu Shaoai finally understood her position in this family, and disappeared after the reunion dinner, and went to watch the new year with her friends.Xing Ming and Yu Zhongye were left to watch the Spring Festival Gala at home.

Strange to say, when Yu Zhongye was the head of the station, he basically never watched the Spring Festival Gala. In the past, there was a deputy head who was in charge of this national prosperity, and he never asked.Now that he has left the TV station, he has some peace of mind.

The TV shows are still the old faces of the entertainment center that are well-known throughout the country, and there is only one new face, who doesn't appear too much.This position was originally assigned by Xing Ming.Xing Ming asked Yu Zhongye: "If I host, will I be better than him?"

Yu Zhongye said: "No."

Director Yu is on business, and he can be praised for making dumplings well, but business problems are another matter.Xing Ming was not very convinced, staring at the TV without making a sound.After a few programs, there was a part of the sponsoring company's New Year's greetings to the national audience, and the host who showed his face was Nanling.Nanling is an out-and-out vase, holding the posture of a vase, posing in the posture of a vase, a TV set of male, female, old and young celebrity comedians.

Xing Ming was not envious, and thought that this person really read the advertisement all the way to the end, and listened carefully, the accent problem has improved a lot, and it is estimated that he has worked hard.

The New Year's greetings session didn't take long, and it was another language program in a while.Xing Ming laughed very happily, and he smiled with dignity for some burdens that others thought were boring, and he didn't see the sharpness of the usual program at all.

On weekdays, he put on a sullen face and pretended to be old, but he was only in his twenties after all, and he couldn't hide his innocence and childishness in front of his older lover.It turned out that Xing Ming was watching TV, and Yu Zhongye was watching Xing Ming.The sketch on TV was called "Looking for a Child to Become a Dragon". A familiar sketch actor threw off a not-so-skillful burden, but Xing Ming couldn't help but laugh. out.

Yu Zhongye lowered his eyes, looked at the little thing in his arms, and asked with a smile, "So interesting?"

"Interesting." Xing Ming smiled sincerely, not because of the show, but because he really felt that every show was quite interesting.He grew up so old that he didn't have a family reunion to celebrate the new year. He watched the Spring Festival Gala and planted dogwood everywhere without one person, which was a permanent wound in his heart.

As expected, the ending of the skit was sensational, promoting Chinese virtues and praising the greatness of fatherly love.Xing Ming stopped laughing.He hadn't dreamed of his father in a while, and it had to be said, that was a good thing.In the past, every time he had a dream, he still had difficulty breathing, and his whole body was stiff, as if he had died once.In the deliberately lyrical background music of the sketch, Xing Ming raised his head, stared at Yu Zhongye, searched, pieced together and patched up his face with his distant but sweet memories, and suddenly said: "Old fox, there is At that time, I thought you were like my father."

Yu Zhongye lowered his face, raised his hand bluntly and flicked Xing Ming's forehead: "No nonsense."

It may be due to his father's early death, Xing Ming has always had a bit of admiration for him, and Yu Zhongye himself knows this.

Yu Zhongye got married early and became a father in his early twenties. He has always neglected to take care of Yu Shaoai. Having a kid around his son's age is more or less a compensation for himself.But he doesn't want to.

He doesn't want his gratitude, awe, and admiration. What he wants is this person. What he wants is his complete delivery and willingness to belong.

The most naked and direct desire.

"Baby, sit up." Without waiting for Xing Ming's consent, Yu Zhongye hugged Xing Ming and sat on his lap, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and stretched it in.

Xing Ming couldn't move, he let the hand move on his chest, pinched his nipple, and rubbed the bulge until it was swollen and itchy, wishing to be rubbed hard a few times.

"Let me watch this show..." Xing Ming had a foreign band he liked very much when he was a student. Later, the band disbanded and the lead singer went solo, and he never played on the same stage again.Unexpectedly, this Spring Festival Gala, the Pearl TV could invite three of them to sing together again. Although there are not yet all the people, it is already very rare.

The old fox's interest had already come, he only struggled a few times before he felt the thing stand up stiffly, pressing against his buttocks.Yu Zhongye said "Look at you", then lifted Xing Ming's buttocks, and took off his pants.He took some lubricating fluid from the cabinet, and squeezed it into the Xingming acupoint with two fingers.With his back to Yu Zhongye, Xing Ming was forced to kneel and separate his legs, still maintaining a sitting posture with difficulty.Yu Zhongye's fingers moved a few times in the tight hole, but he couldn't wait until the wall of the hole softened.He supported Xing Ming's buttocks with one hand, took out his penis with the other hand, and fed it into his hole.

Before the end of the stroke, Xing Ming cried out in pain, and Yu Zhongye pinched his waist involuntarily, and pressed him down hard.

Xing Ming screamed.The utensils in the cave filled his entire body, like a piece of hot metal, reaching deep into the abdominal cavity.

Yu Zhongye loosened his hand slightly, but still wrapped around Xing Ming's waist, and ordered him: "Move."

Xing Ming sat up and down and moved a few times, which was hindered by his body position, and he couldn't move freely.Once Yu Zhongye entered this narrow passage, he no longer felt anxious. He lowered his head and kissed Xing Ming's neck and the back of his ears slowly, sliding his hands back and forth inside his shirt, kneading his chest muscles and pinching his nipples.

Xing Ming was so comfortable being teased by Yu Zhongye, he raised his body and moved a few times, and snorted: "The next one will also..."

"Okay." Yu Zhongye kissed Xing Ming's ear, and then slid his hand to his lower abdomen, holding his stem. His hand was wet in a few strokes.

Xing Ming felt more comfortable.On the contrary, the little bit of rubbing under the head seemed pointless, like a bug biting into the bone, eager for a fierce collision more and more.

Foreigners look old and fat, Xing Ming's vision is completely blurred, and the boyhood idol on TV has changed beyond recognition.He wanted to see Yu Zhongye's face right now.

He said to Yu Zhongye: "Let me...let me turn around..."

"Baby," this body is like magic to Yu Zhongye, no matter how many times he touches it, the desire to snatch it and possess it remains undiminished.Yu Zhongye didn't intend to be separated from this living body on the top of his head, so he buried his face in Xing Ming's neck and coaxed kisses a few times, "Baby, move a little more."

Xing Ming moved a few more times with patience and desire, his body was so disorganized that he couldn't stand upright, Yu Zhongye supported his waist with one hand and his hip with the other, lifted him up and put him down again.This kind of sexual intercourse was exhausting, Yu Zhongye didn't react much, until the pussy was completely relaxed and it was in the best state, then he briefly separated from him.

Yu Zhongye placed Xing Ming between himself and the sofa, separated his long legs, and inserted them in again.

"Old Fox—"

Yu Zhongye blocked Xing Ming's mouth with a kiss, sucking the saliva in his mouth while sucking, scraping and rolling with his tongue.Xing Ming was intoxicated by it, twisted his legs in a random knot, and pressed Yu Zhongye's shoulders to force him to lean closer to him, squeezing the gap between the two of them.

Yu Zhongye was able to restrain himself at first, and he was still slow in his strokes and strokes, but he lost control after only a hundred strokes. He grabbed Xing Ming's ass and kneaded and squeezed it to death.While doing it, he asked: "Mingming wants me, doesn't he? Mingming likes me, doesn't he?"

The room was full of gasps and the sound of water, and the emotions of both of them reached their peak.

The answer to this question is self-evident.

The three fat white men on TV are also singing affectionately: I love yousomuch, somuch...