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Zuo Yan licked his lips fiercely and restrainedly, with a kind of helpless compromise.The street lights hit the bushes on the street, and behind him was a piece of transparent green.Once again, Si Ji didn't close his eyes during the kiss; he accepted the kiss at a similarly slow pace, and opened his mouth reluctantly when Zuo Yan's tongue grazed the gums several times.

His tongue was entangled, and his panting became short of breath.The distance was too close, and the hot air sprayed on the other's face and floated back, turning into a layer of moist mist between the skins of the two.Soon, Si Ji was held by a finger.Left index finger.Zuo Yan let go of him, pulled his fingertips to his lips, and pecked lightly.

Soft is soft.But this time his mouth was full of saliva, far less dry than that day.

But still itchy.Si Ji quickly withdrew his fingers and bit his mouth, his upper lip was pushed up by his nails, slightly tilted, making him look like an angry child.Zuo Yan leaned over, engulfed him with his fingers, sucked, and quickly wrapped his upper lip in his mouth again.Si Ji hugged him with the other hand, greedily stroking his broad back.

After the kiss was over, he said, "Old Zuo, I didn't help Zuo Ye wash the dishes today."I am usually very diligent.

Zuo Yan touched the tip of his nose and asked, why?

Si Ji put his hands in front of his eyes and gestured: "Because you held me today, you couldn't bear to wash it." Then he rubbed the back of his right hand against the side of Zuo Yan's face, "It's been a long time since you took the initiative to hold my hand."

As he spoke, he really overflowed with a trace of anger and grievance, even though he never regretted the twists and turns; it just seemed that something broke out of his heart.My chest hurts so much, but I hope it will hurt more.

The penis also became erect due to the endless pain.He grabbed Zuo Yan's hand and put it between his crotch, paused for a few seconds, then grabbed his two fingers to undo the zipper for himself.The glans protruded a bulge from the underpants, and lay shyly in the overlapping shadow of the two.Squeeze your hands through the slit of the panties, take out the penis and rub it in the palm of your hand. "It's been a long time since I've used it," Si Ji said, "At least I have to roll it out today."

The flesh-pink glans trembled slightly in the flickering light and shadow.Si Ji blushed violently, and for the first time felt that his own penis could be scalding hot.He lay reclined on the driver's seat, with the back of his head pressed against the cold car window, hoping that this insignificant coldness would make the heat on his face fade a little.No, it's useless. "It's not in the small class, but I still want to hold hands every day." Zuo Yan unbuttoned his belt and buttons, grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down; his fingers rubbed against Si Ji's waist, which was still itchy through the sweater, "lift Ass, take off your pants."

Si Ji pursed his lips and smiled.After being together for a long time, he unexpectedly liked Zuo Yan talking to him in a coaxing tone.He groaned, and arched his waist pretending to be struggling; then, he stretched out a little finger to hook Zuo Yan's: "If you don't do it, I will hold hands."

He didn't deliberately put down a soft tone.The voice is still full of vitality, as if the person speaking has never been helplessly depressed, sad or hesitant.Zuo Yan listened, and even his eyes became warmer.