lip gun

Xing Ming was trapped by the same nightmare for a while.

water.noisy crowd.There is also the suffocation feeling of being tightly strangled by the throat.

Knowing that it was a nightmare but unable to wake up, Xing Ming could clearly see every face around him, they were all the same, similarly numb and indifferent, similarly watching with cold eyes.

He wanted to speak out, to fight.When vocalizing, more water was choked into the lungs, which swelled and hurt, and the struggle was even more futile.

He was alone in the water ups and downs, sinking deeper and deeper.

"Mingming, wake up."

Xing Ming was awakened by a call, and finally escaped from the vivid nightmare.Before he was fully conscious, he felt someone sitting beside his bed in the dark, thinking it was that restless kid who was going to climb into bed again, and exclaimed, "Yu Shaoai!"

"it's me."

With such a deep and mellow voice, it was like a mouthful of opium smoke in his throat, and every syllable was a fatal temptation.

Who else would it be if it wasn't Yu Zhongye.Xing Ming almost suspected that he was hysterical, and he clearly refused him to come here.

"Where is Shaoai?" I don't know how long I slept, Xing Ming couldn't figure out the time, he glanced at the window, the sky outside was still dark, only the white moonlight shone into the small space.

The moon is round and big tonight.

Yu Zhongye said: "Lao Lin took him back."

Xing Ming tried his best to prop up his upper body, shook it and almost fell back again, but fortunately Yu Zhongye was by his side, reached out his hand, and he fell into his arms.

He was already very familiar with the temperature of his chest and the strength of his arms, and Xing Ming suddenly hugged Yu Zhongye's neck tightly.

In the dark, he tore off the other's shirt randomly, gnawed kisses on the other's lips, turned over and sat on Yu Zhongye's lap, and grabbed his hand to touch his lower body.

"Teacher, give me..."

In the past, Xing Ming was rarely so active. Sex was dispensable to him, and it was definitely not a necessity that he thought about day and night.But the dream just now was too real and too cold, so that he was still shivering at this moment, eager to draw some heat from the copulating flesh.

However, Yu Zhongye tonight was unmoved.

Xing Ming tore off his pants, revealing his half-boobed genitals, and Yu Zhongye had completely exposed his chest, but he still embraced him calmly, neither rejecting nor accepting his clumsy seduction.

"Give it to me..." Xing Ming sucked Yu Zhongye's lips, the sweet smell of blood became more and more frenzied, he burst into tears from the depths of his heart, "Give it to me!"

A cry destroyed all sanity, leaked all panic, and it was out of control.

rare.Taizhang Yu has always been strong and domineering, he will never allow him to say no when he wants him, and he will have to enjoy all his weird sexual quirks.

But today Yu Zhongye didn't want him.

Yu Zhongye hugged Xing Ming and let him cry like a child in his arms. His lips moved inch by inch along his scalp, eyebrows and eyes, kissing him in an extremely delicate, tender and lingering manner.

Until the crying of the person in his arms subsided, Yu Zhongye held Xing Ming's face in his hands, his lips covered his lips, and his tongue wrapped around his tongue.

This kiss, the taste is getting stronger and stronger.Xing Ming absorbed Yu Zhongye's churning tongue contentedly, exchanging body fluids eagerly like a hangover, he closed his eyes intoxicated, and tilted his head back.

The two men lay down naked, kissing deeply and rubbing each other's bodies with their genitals.Xing Ming lay on Yu Zhongye's body, completely protected between his arms.

When Xing Ming opened his eyes, it was already bright outside, and Yu Zhongye was standing by the window smoking a cigarette.Good night.No intercourse, but more solid sleep than after intercourse.

The sun was fine, there was a slight wind, the curtains were opened and closed, and Yu Zhongye's face was half light and shadow.

The hotel is too simple, such a distinguished director of Mingzhutai should not appear in this kind of place.Xing Ming began to recall the scene when he saw Yu Zhongye for the first time. The man who could be seen at a glance in the crowd was as distant and handsome as a god.

This feeling is still strong today.Even with each copulation, the man's part was embedded deep in his body.

The county seat is very small and dirty, and it cannot be seen on the map of China. Even if it is placed on the map of the whole province, it is just a faint dust.A new day doesn't feel like everything is new. Instead, the air is filled with the smell of fresh chemical fertilizers. Fortunately, Mr. Yu's foreign smoke is strong enough to cover up a lot.

Xing Ming himself does not smoke, and he has never seen Yu Zhongye smoking in front of him, but Yu Zhongye does occasionally have a mild but pleasant smell of cigarettes, and he may only smoke when socializing.

Xing Ming felt a slight itchiness in his throat and couldn't help coughing.Yu Zhongye turned his head when he heard the voice, and just snuffed out the burning cigarette with his fingers.

He came over, reached out and rubbed his hair, and asked, choking?

Xing Ming hummed, lowered his head, avoiding Yu Zhongye's eyes.He still remembered the way he lost his composure and cried last night, feeling ashamed, got up and plunged into the bathroom.

Xing Ming took off his clothes and was about to turn on the shower when he suddenly found that Yu Zhongye was looking straight at him through the half-transparent glass door.

There was no desire in Yu Zhongye's eyes, and no expression on his face, but Xing Ming blushed for no reason, his ears were burning.He turned his body stiffly, at a loss, not knowing whether to cover it or not.

Even though he and Yu Zhongye are very familiar with each other's body, even though he and Yu Shaoai lived in the same room for several days, they had to meet "candidly" every day.But he felt that such a situation should be taken for granted, but it was not as embarrassing as this one.

There are some flowers and birds painted on the glass door of the bathroom, and I don’t know where they got them. It probably shows a phoenix crouching on top of a peony, which barely serves as a cover.Traditional Chinese painting pays attention to the combination of concealment and dew, advocating restraint and introversion, and is rarely so carefree and vulgar.Master Yu is an expert in Danqing, so his admiring eyes are naturally not on the door, but on the person behind the door.

Xing Ming turned up the water temperature, and the small bathroom gradually filled with steam.

A young and firm male silhouette is outlined on the glass door, fully responding to the sound of "still holding the pipa and half covering the face", hazy, hidden and exposed.

Yu Zhongye slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and the clothes slipped from his strong and fit body and fell to the ground.He stepped over them and walked in naked.

Taichang Yu took a shower early in the morning, but he obviously didn't mind having another bath with the beauty.

Of course Xing Ming is a beauty, and he is very clear that he is a beauty.

At the beginning, he brought the collection of poems presented to him by Master Yu, with the words "cherish talent, keep compassion", and stubbornly called him a teacher, and stubbornly demanded to receive professional guidance. As for being kicked out of the office on the spot.

Yu Zhongye asked him with a smile, where do you want to receive guidance?

That innocent scheming was not concealed, Xing Ming smiled very frankly, and he was also very brazen, picking up the sun is worse than bumping into the sun, can you go to the teacher's house tonight?

Yu Zhongye did not refuse.

People are really beautiful, but you see a lot of people who are equally beautiful, but this one is not here for fame and fortune, and you are so serious about redressing your father's grievances, half of it will be hidden and half will be revealed for you.

Yu Zhongye knew very early on whose son this little thing that climbed onto the bed was.

Stepping on the tiles with bare feet, the steps are very light.Xing Ming turned his back to Yu Zhongye at first, and didn't hear anyone coming in, but when someone approached, he immediately noticed it.

He is too familiar with this hormonal breath.

Xing Ming was embraced by a pair of arms, wanted to move but couldn't, Yu Zhongye clamped him tightly with his arms, and wiped the bath liquid in his hand from top to bottom on his body.He pressed Xing Ming's head sideways, and while kissing his wet hair and face, he moved his fingers, slowly brushed across the nipples, across the waist and abdomen, gently entangled the body hair, and poked into the crotch.Like cleaning or caressing, every corner is not negligent.

The cheap bath liquid in the hotel had a particularly sweet and greasy aroma. Xing Ming felt uncomfortable in his throat, and all the muscles in his body were tightened by Yu Zhongye's teasing, except for a pair of legs that were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

Yu Zhongye pressed Xing Ming against the glass door, pushed his buttocks away with his middle finger stained with cheap bath liquid, and slowly thrust in.

Also leaning down, Yu Zhongye whispered in his ear, "It's still tight."

The water temperature became higher, and Xing Ming's whole body turned bright pink, begging for mercy: "It's hot..."

Yu Zhongye picked him up again, walked out of the bathroom, and threw him back on the bed.The bed was quite soft, and Xing Ming's wet body sank, his legs sprawled.

When Lao Lin sent a car to pick him up, Xing Ming was playing 69 with Yu Zhongye on the broken bed in the hotel.

In fact, he didn't intend to do this at first, and he didn't have the guts to ask for Tailor Yu's attitude that he wasn't keen on.

Xing Ming was pressed face down on the bed, his brain was congested with blood, and it was difficult for him to breathe. He almost hung upside down on Yu Zhongye's body.Yu Zhongye fiddled with his two long legs recklessly, forcing him to twist into various weird positions.

He kissed his broken knee, his swollen ankle, sucked his perineum, licked his asshole.

The tongue went in a little bit, like a little fat melted inside.Xing Ming had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before, and he trembled with comfort, his thighs clamped around Yu Zhongye's neck, but he shouted angrily: "Your son came in...you all saw it!"

"See." Yu Zhongye hastened to fiddle with his penis, "It's coming."

Xing Ming shot half on the hotel quilt, and half slid down his lower abdomen to his chest.

After the shot, the person became paralyzed and limp, and Xing Ming lay down on Yu Zhongye's body, his legs spread apart, his waist sank, and his buttocks stuck out.Yu Zhongye's body was as hard and compact as if it was made of bricks, and the lines of every muscle were very clear. Xing Ming rubbed his face against Yu Zhongye's thigh, and then buried his face between his legs in a short while.

That thing was already ready to go, as hard as an iron tool.Thinking that Master Yu might have endured it all night, Xing Ming couldn't help feeling amused, why didn't you invite you last night, why bother?

Everyone outside knows that the head of Mingzhu Terrace is personable and charming, but who knows that the thing under his crotch is a fierce soldier and bandit. Xing Ming caressed his ferocious corners and the rough and blue veins under the skin.Suddenly feel like it.

He lowered his head to contain half of the glans, and knocked it lightly with his teeth.

A bit mischievous and slightly tingling, the stem jumped violently, Yu Zhongye breathed slightly, raised his hand and slapped Xing Ming's butt: "Fuck."

Xing Ming fiddled with both his hands and his mouth, releasing it completely for Master Yu.

After Taichang Yu was relieved, he confessed two things.

One is that no matter who you go out with in the future, you will live in a single room.

The second is that you don’t need to follow up on the follow-up report of the Liu case. You are ready for the Taiwan celebration and this year’s nomination for the Golden Microphone.

One sentence sounds like a joke, but one sentence clearly conveys a signal: the golden microphone and the Taiwan celebration party are both hush money, and the station may not intend to correct the mistake in time.

"Mistakes will be thoroughly investigated and punished, but this matter has nothing to do with you, understand?"

"Can--"

Yu Zhongye didn't allow him to argue any more.He pressed his fingers on his lips, but his expression was rare and gentle, he said, leave it to me.

But these three words, Xing Ming felt relaxed and comfortable after a long absence, but he was also skeptical.

It was not Lao Lin who came to pick him up, but Lin Mao, Lao Lin's son.Lin Mao's appearance and expression completely followed his father's, with his eyebrows, eyes and face, looking like a younger version.Although he is neither tall nor handsome, he is full of energy, wears a trendy brand, and drives a Cayenne. Obviously, he was raised by pampering.

After the two men got into the car, Lin Mao started the engine and said, "It's not that I'm here to take credit for my dad. The main reason is that he didn't get home until four o'clock in the morning. I'm worried that he might be unsafe to drive when he's tired."

Yu Zhongye said: "You bothered."

"Has Shao Ai come back? I haven't seen him for a long time. Among the second generation I have come into contact with, there is no one who can compare with our Shao Ai." Lin Mao's words were flattering and sincere.He is a driver's son who is able to call a group of second-generation brothers and sisters. It is obvious that he is pretending to be a tiger, relying on his father's cronies of the director of Mingzhutai.

Xing Ming agrees with this.Yu Shaoai is indeed rare, and Yu Zhongye is also good at raising children.Because of his work, he has also met a lot of so-called second generations. Seventy-eight out of ten they are rich and jaded, and there are few of them like Young Master Yu, who are clean and bright.

Xing Ming looked at Lin Mao at the beginning, and Lin Mao also looked at Xing Ming.Of course Lin Mao didn't have the guts to pry into Mr. Yu's private life, but he couldn't help being curious after hearing Lao Tzu mention it more or less.The more he looked at it, the more he felt that there are some people in this world who are lucky, but they are taller and handsomer than others, and if they climb on the right bed, they can rise to the top.

Lin Mao glanced frequently from the rearview mirror, and all the contempt and disdain fell into Xing Ming's eyes.Director Yu doesn't need to shy away from anyone, and he doesn't want to shy away from it either.He nestled into Yu Zhongye's arms, deliberately showing off his intimacy.

Yu Zhongye looked at him with downcast eyes.

Xing Ming's eyes were slightly swollen and his eye sockets were slightly red. He still cried too hard last night, but he himself was not worried about appearing on camera. The make-up artists on Pearl Stage were all top-notch, and they could turn decay into magic without much effort.

Yu Zhongye raised Xingming's chin, and looked at it jokingly: "It doesn't look like a little fox, but like a little rabbit."

Xing Ming raised his face, and flirted not too bluntly: "It's like a little brat."

Yu Zhongye smiled, and nodded his straight nose again: "They all look alike."

A straight man can't stand such a behavior. Lin Mao looked straight ahead and didn't dare to look any more, but his throat was itchy for no reason, and he coughed dryly: "Uncle Yu, I don't know if I should tell you something. It was my father who asked you to follow me last time." As for the greeting, the girl had already accepted the money and promised not to sue, but I don’t know why she suddenly repented two days ago and called me, saying that she would sue me for attempted rape and intentional injury.”

If you really want to sue, you will sue, why bother to come here to inform you?There was indeed a bit of news about the transfer to the Ministry of Public Security, but when public opinion was out, it was like rain.What's causing the disturbance at this juncture is that he, the leader of the Pearl Tower, indulged in slavery and evil, and tried to cover the sky with one hand.

Yu Zhongye is naturally familiar with the old man's behavior style, and this matter has nothing to do with Secretary Hong, the purpose is to shake the mountain and remind him not to go too far.

Lin Mao was so frightened that he accidentally told the whole truth: "Actually, I didn't beat the man, they...they let me take the blame!"

Yu Zhongye smiled and said to Lin Mao: "Don't worry, it's none of your business here."

Driving through a large green farmland, no one is seen, but the sound of birds is heard.The Cayenne is really okay, the chassis is very stable, and it made a loud noise when driving through those deep muddy potholes.The people in the car didn't feel too bumpy.

Xing Ming closed his eyes, and thought of a move in Cayenne, which was moving forward steadily.

Force the truth.