Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Yan Huai parked the car at the entrance of the villa. He opened the window on the right side. Through the translucent glass, he could see the lit living room and bedroom, as well as Siqi's half of her head sticking out.

After about half a minute, the lights in the room were turned off.

Yan Huai pulled out the car key, straightened his cuffs and walked to the villa.Before leaving in the morning, Yan Huai had already predicted today's tasks in advance, and he began to look forward to what surprises the big and small at home could bring him.

Yan Huai stood at the door, took out his room card and swiped it open.The surroundings were pitch black, and he didn't turn on the light. He walked slowly in the dark, and there was some sweet and creamy smell in the air.

Following the smell, he gently pushed open the bedroom door.

There are only three candles lit in the room, but they can attract all eyes.

Song Zhi's timid face was reflected above the warm yellow flame, following the direction of the flame's swing, it burned into Yan Huai's uncontrollable heart layer by layer.

This is the most beautiful scenery he has ever experienced.

"You, you come back, you are here."

His little stammer was still in a hurry as always, he stood up abruptly from the bed, put his legs together and stopped on the spot, his eyes wandered to him from time to time.

Following the origin of the aroma of cream, Yan Huai walked up to him, and his eyes fell on the three little people on the cake, "You and Siqi made this?"

"Ah."

At this moment, Song Zhi is most afraid of being asked the reason for giving the cake, who knows what that little kid is thinking all day long.

Brother Yan Huai must think that he is crazy, and he only blames himself for not having a good idea, otherwise he would not accept such a bad idea.

"Can I make a wish?" Luxi Yan Huai's hand was pressed against the back of Song Zhi's.

"?" Song Zhi was stunned for a few seconds.

Brother Yan Huai is too much face, and he still goes along with them to get nervous.He must have guessed that this was Siqi's idea, and he didn't have the same knowledge as a child.

Song Zhi burst into tears of gratitude and nodded.

Yan Huai folded his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wish at the candle.

With the help of the candlelight, Song Zhi's eyes stopped on his Adam's apple, lips and eyes.

Song Zhi touched his Adam's apple and kissed his lips, but what kind of tactile sensation would his eyes feel.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Song Zhi was distracted, Yan Huai opened his eyes, "Can I blow out the candles?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi really wanted to ask the other party what wish he made, but felt that he was not qualified to help him see the wish, so what's the point of asking.

The candles were blown out and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

"Do you want to turn on the light?" Yan Huai asked him.

"Don't, don't open."

He was wearing brother Yan Huai's pajamas, and Siqi had unbuttoned two buttons. He looked like a pervert who had stolen other people's clothes and hadn't had time to tidy them up.

Although he doesn't have a tall and stalwart image in the opponent's heart, he must not have the mentality of showing off.As long as it takes Yan Huai brother to take a bath, then take it off without anyone noticing.

"Help, hold it for me..." Song Zhi handed him the cake, went to the bedside drawer and took out two luminous sticks, bent them to brighten them up, and a yellowish light was reflected in the room.

I bought this on the way home last night. Before leaving, Siqi reminded him that he could use this. The dark spot can prevent nervousness.

For the first time, Song Zhi felt that this little brat was finally reliable.

Yan Huai's eyes fell on the cake, pointing to the tallest villain, "Is this me?"

Song Zhi nodded, worried that she would not look good and the other party would not like it.

"You did it?"

"Ah."

"Thank you, I like it very much." Yan Huai continued: "Do you want to wait for Siqi to wake up and eat together?"

Yan Huai didn't think these were ideas that Song Zhi could come up with. Obviously, in order to create a romantic time for them, the children at home didn't even eat cakes, and hid in the bedroom and pretended to sleep.

"Yeah." Song Zhi was planning to take out the cake first and put it in the refrigerator for storage.

"Wait." Yan Huai called him to stop, "I'll taste it first."

Yan Huai dipped his fingers in a little cream and licked it lightly on the tip of his tongue.

"Okay, do you want to eat?" Song Zhi was nervous when making it for the first time.

"It's a bit sweet." Yan Huai looked at the cream left on his fingertips.

Song Zhi knew that he didn't usually like to eat too sweet food, so he deliberately added two spoonfuls of sugar less, so would it still be sweet?

"Do you want to try it?" Yan Huai took another large piece of cream and slid it on Song Zhi's lips.

Song Zhi stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, "No, it's not sweet."

"Really? I'll try again."

Yan Huai leaned over, the tip of his tongue slid on Song Zhi's white cream, and before he left, he deliberately hooked the seam of his lower lip, and said solemnly, "It's even sweeter."

"However." Yan Huai approached again, and took away the cream that was stuck between his lips, "I like it very much."

The sudden kiss caught Song Zhi off guard, and he was so nervous that he took two steps back.

Yan Huai caught the cake that he almost dropped, and pushed him to the side of the bed, "Sit here and wait for me."

Yan Huai left the bedroom with the cake.

The room became quiet again, Song Zhi was holding two luminous sticks and her heart was beating wildly.

The time lasted less than a minute, and Yan Huai pushed open the bedroom door again.He supported the bed with one hand, took back the fluorescent stick from his hand, slid it around Song Zhi's upper body, and finally stopped at his chest where he had unbuttoned two buttons.

Yan Huai chuckled, "Siqi taught you?"

Song Zhi alone could never think of such a way to lure him.

"Right, right..." Song Zhi firmly believed that her head was trapped by the door, and that's why she was encouraged by that brat to wear this dress.It's too late to explain anything now, he hastily unbuttoned the remaining buttons, "I, right now, and..."

"Don't move." Yan Huai held his hand, breathing at the corner of his mouth with some cream sticking to it, "I'll take off my clothes."

Song Zhi would rather turn into a cream cake and be stuffed into the refrigerator than be changed with a fluorescent stick.

Yan Huai grabbed Song Zhi's waist, carried him to the bedside, and said in a teasing tone, "Are you ready?"

Song Zhi was still holding the fluorescent stick that Gen Yan Huai had just handed him, bit the corner of her mouth and nodded.

Yan Huai supported the bed with one hand, and placed the other hand on Song Zhi's chest. He easily undid the first button, followed by the second, and the third, until all the buttons were undone.

The air conditioner was turned on to circulate the natural wind, which happened to blow on Song Zhi's slightly open chest, but it didn't relieve the desperately beating heart.

Yan Huai's hand was still hanging on his chest, and his fingertips moved to the side along the gap in the hem of his clothes.

Because of nervousness and embarrassment, Song Zhi subconsciously hugged Yan Huai and buried his head down. He clenched his teeth desperately to control himself from making a sound.

"Xiaozhi." Yan Huai withdrew his hand, but placed a hot kiss on his ear, "I can't wait to go home."

Yan Huai's breath was obviously faster than before, leading Song Zhi to become more flustered.

The fingertips that were so stretched white were embedded in the skin of the back of the other's neck, and the lips trembled jerky in a certain direction, "Then, then, don't..."

Don't wait.

Song Zhi's stumbling words were enough to give Yan Huai the most precise instructions, and the former was wrapped in a kiss with a sweet and creamy taste.

The moist and hot kiss followed the tip of the tongue all the way to the open chest, and the slippery tip of the tongue twirled around Song Zhi's nipples.

"Hmm..." Song Zhi, who was itchy from being kissed, didn't want to reject the other party's enthusiasm, put her legs together, and tightly clutched the pure cotton sheet with her palms.

Yan Huai's tongue traveled up the road, biting his chin, spraying hot air on Song Zhi's smooth and tender skin, "Wait for me to take a bath."

The other party got up from his chest, took off his shirt, and was about to walk under the bed.

Song Zhi held his fingertips, because the lingering sticky accent hadn't dissipated, "I, I, didn't wash."

It took only three seconds from the soft bed surface to the warm chest, as if he had never left, Yan Huai carried him to the bathroom, "Together."

The white fluorescent light in the bathroom hurt Song Zhi's eyes, "Don't, don't turn it on."

Yan Huai dimmed the light, "If you don't turn it on, how can you wash it?"

Song Zhi covered her face, he understood the reason, but it was too embarrassing.

"Fool, close your eyes and my husband will wash it for you." Yan Huai gently put him on the bathroom floor.

Song Zhi's top was taken off by Yan Huai when she was on the bed, but the pants on her lower body were still hanging on her waist.

He stepped on the uneven non-slip mat with bare feet, lowered his head and covered his eyes with a red face.

The palm can block the sight but can't block the sense of touch. He can feel Yan Huai's fingertips sliding inward along the waist and abdomen, and slowly pull the trousers down until they are completely separated from his ankles.

Song Zhi silently sang the mantra of clearing his heart, although he knew that it was impossible for him to be pure-hearted now, but it was always right to be reserved.

The advantage of pretending to have no distractions is that even if brother Yan Huai took off his underwear and touched it, Song Zhi could still pretend as if nothing had happened.

Warm water flowed from the top of the head, splashing down the skin.

Song Zhi heard the sound of the pants chain being unzipped.

He turned back abruptly, his forehead resting against the wall.

It's over, it's okay to take off your clothes by yourself, why did you just...

Ashamed.

"What are you doing so far?" Yan Huai pulled him under the shower.

Green smoke was rising from Song Zhi's head, and he felt a huge and firm figure on his naked back, but he soon calmed down.

Brother Yan Huai reacted, so it's not shameful for him to react.

This is the physiological performance of normal people, and it is an affirmation of the charm of others.

After thinking it over, Song Zhi turned around and leaned into the opponent's arms.

You can't let your back face Brother Yan Huai, that size is too dangerous.

Yan Huai pulled his hand away from his face, "Are you still shy?"

"No, I'm not ashamed..." Song Zhi's eyes were still tightly closed even though she didn't cover her face with her hands.

He heard Yan Huai's chuckle, "I'm going to wash my hair, don't open your eyes."

"Oh." Song Zhi pursed her lips, smelling the fresh shampoo, her hair was gently rubbed.

The other party's movements were gentle, and after washing his hair, he continued to apply body lotion on his body.

Yan Huai's palms are broad and soft, but Song Zhi's skin can't stand such a caress.

Song Zhi continued to think about the other party's inflated size and brainwashed herself. This was a physiological reaction, and there was nothing shameful about it.

The water flow stopped, Song Zhi let out a sigh of relief, and was finally able to go out.

Should he go out by himself now or let brother Yan Huai hug him?

How about waiting for Brother Yan Huai to help him put on a bath towel first, and go straight out, where the air conditioner is very cold outside.

Wait, what if brother Yan Huai doesn't wrap him in a bath towel?Moreover, since he hasn't come here for so long, he wouldn't have gone back first and left him here.

Brother Yan Huai wouldn't be so cruel.

"Uh-one!" Song Zhi's wild thoughts were filled with the tip of her hot tongue.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhi's body went limp, and the lower body being held caused him to lose the ability to stand up.

"Don't, uh...don't" Song Zhi tried her best to get out of the opponent's mouth, but she couldn't push away Yan Huai's palm that was sliding up and down his body.

"Don't do anything." Yan Huai held him in his arms with the other hand, "How swollen is it? If you don't help me, you will be suffocated."

The shameful words "sounding" finally came out of Yan Huai, Song Zhi's face was gone, and the interest in struggling was gone.

"Mmmm...um..."

The frequency of the opponent's twitching brought Song Zhi's emotions to the climax, he bit Yan Huai's shoulder, burst out all of it, and then limp in his arms.

Song Zhi heard the sound of water flowing again, accompanied by the trace of Yan Huai kissing him, "Little villain, fuck me all over."

"Hmm..." Song Zhi remembered the distance between them, so close, they would definitely shoot him.He stabbed his head hard into Yan Huai's chest, and grabbed the flesh of his shoulder with his fingertips, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Fool, I don't blame you." Yan Huai's breathing voice accompanied by the echo of the bathroom's warm smell was deceptive, "It can be done on me every time."

Song Zhi's nose rubbed against his chest.

"But as compensation, should I also do it to you?"

Song Zhi's whole body trembled until she became weak, Yan Huai's brother was really full of bad taste, he was really a stinky hooligan.

"You, I..." Song Zhi was so nervous that she couldn't speak, but it wasn't impossible, but.

Song Zhi's body was empty, and Yan Huai picked him up again. He took advantage of the situation and put his arms around the other's shoulders. Are you going back to the room now?

However, I haven't put on a bath towel yet.

Song Zhi was put down by Yan Huaixuan, his back touched the warm water first, and then his whole body. He slowly opened his eyes, and he was lying in the bathtub.

I've finished washing, do I still need to soak it?

Why is brother Yan Huai so indifferent to this kind of thing.

The other party got up and turned off the ceiling light in the bathroom, only the light from the bedroom was projected along the frosted glass door.

Yan Huai stepped into the bathtub with both feet and approached him with his arms propped up.

The bathtub is not a double size, and it seems a bit crowded to put two men over 1.8 meters.

Even so, Song Zhi's urgency could not be concealed. He seemed to have a premonition of what was coming, but he was not sure.

Yan Huai's palm slid down his lower abdomen and stopped at the constricted acupuncture point, "There is no lubrication here, I'm afraid you will hurt, I will help you expand first."

The water flow can also provide some relief from the pain from dilation and friction.

The moment Yan Huai's fingertips touched Song Zhi's lower body, all the pores of Song Zhi tensed up with that sensitive area. He turned his head and tried not to look into the other person's eyes, and nodded awkwardly.

The thumb with smooth water slid a few times around the jerky hole, and gently pushed against the middle area.

"Ah..." Song Zhi hurriedly covered her mouth, he hated himself who always made strange noises.

Yan Huai pushed his hand away, and kissed his lips actively. As the kiss deepened, his knuckles probed in step by step until the whole finger was swallowed.

The place I haven't touched in the past two years is still as sensitive and tense as before.

Every time Yan Huai pulled his fingertips away, Song Zhi's trembling body and uncontrollable panting could be triggered.

He was obsessed with Song Zhi's eyes, and he was obsessed with this breathing. Every night when he fell asleep alone was unforgettable for him.

"I'm going to change two, are you ready?" Yan Huai let go of the tip of his tongue and pecked at the corner of his mouth.

Song Zhi put her arms around his shoulders and nodded. He vaguely remembered that Yan Huai brother also helped him expand in this way two years ago. The difference was that last time his hands were squeezed with a lot of lubrication, but this time there was nothing.Yuxi Dujia Buqi.

But the astringent fingers increased the sensitivity of the inner wall and acupuncture points, pulling the folded soft inner wall, making Song Zhi's scalp numb due to irritation.

"Um...uh..."

Yan Huai then put in the third finger, and gradually got used to the foreign object's lower body with a greasy liquid coming out.

Yan Huai's fingertips twitched a few times on the inner wall, and then found a point, which suddenly landed on it.

"Ah um... um... don't... um" Song Zhi put her legs together to relieve the comfort of pressing on the sensitive part.

Yan Huai's laughter fell on his burning ears, "Does my husband have a good memory? I still remember this after two years."

That position is Song Zhi's sensitive area, as long as he pushes it there, his whole body will go limp, and he will obey his demands.

"Okay, ummm...okay."

"Do you want to try doing it here?" Yan Huai's fingertips touched the soft prostate area again, "It is said that it is not bad."

"Yeah... um... you, take it easy." Song Zhi bit Yan Huai's shoulder, and he couldn't even find a second answer except for agreeing.

"Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you." Yan Huai withdrew his hand from his back acupuncture point, stood up a little, put his knees against the inner wall of the bathroom, supported his long-swollen avatar, and rubbed against Song Zhi's half-opened and half-closed acupuncture point.

Song Zhi held her breath and subconsciously hid back.

Yan Huai wrapped his other arm around his neck and kissed the corners of his red eyes, "Don't move, relax."

Song Zhi let go of her clenched lips and took a deep breath.

"Mmmm...mmmm" With the hard object pushed in, he couldn't restrain himself, and the tip of his tongue tried to press against his jaw.

"Don't be nervous, kiss me..." Yan Huai's breathing rate was a few beats faster, and his thumb rubbed against Song Zhi's breasts in circles.

Song Zhi's two hands clinging to the bathtub wall emerged from the water, climbed onto his shoulders, and raised her jaw to search for his lips.

The sticky lips and tongue made Song Zhi temporarily forget the tension and soreness in her lower body.

Song Zhi's acupuncture points were as tight as ever, desperately trapping Yan Huai's congested and swollen lower body.But as the follow-up deepened, the acupuncture point also actively sucked the stem in, and the follow-up submersion was easier than he expected.

The feeling of bloating enveloped Yan Huai, and Song Zhi's body was hotter than he expected.

He propped his arms against the wall, raised his lower body, moved back a few centimeters, and hit the center of the circle.

"Um...uh..."

Every time Song Zhi's ecstatic reaction and cry are enough to drive Yan Huai crazy.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Huai's tongue slid along his jaw toward his chest.

"No...it doesn't hurt..." Song Zhi's heartbeat and breathing were hit by Yan Huai, and she couldn't move at a uniform speed at all.

"Do you like it?" Feeling that the twitching space became smoother and smoother, Yan Huai accelerated the speed again.

"Hi... umm... like um... ah um..."

The faster the other party was, the more intense Song Zhi's breathing became.

"Do you want more?" Yan Huai liked to see him unable to control himself in his arms, and was fascinated like crazy.

"Umm... yes, uh, I, yes..."

"What do you want?" Yan Huai tightened his lower body, bit Song Zhi's lips, and accelerated the speed of thrusting.

"I want... I want you..." Song Zhi bit her lip, but couldn't say the rest.

Yan Huai laughed softly, bumping into Song Zhi's top area every time, "I'll give it to you if you want it."

"Ah, um..." Song Zhi trembled all over, protruding from the corner of the other party's mouth, her forehead resting on Yan Huai's shoulder, "Don't let me, I'm going to die, um..."

Song Zhi felt weak all over, and slid along the inner wall of the bathtub.

"Is it going to die so soon?" Yan Huai grabbed his waist and kissed the corner of his mouth, "My husband is not well yet."

Song Zhi hugged one of his arms and rubbed it, "Then... hurry up... um..."

"You're so cute, I can't bear to go fast." Yan Huai bumped against his acupuncture points, one heavy and one shallow, "Mmm... ah..." Round after round of bumps aroused Song Zhi's desire again.

He never thought that Yan Huai's brother would last long, and in the end his voice was forced to become hoarse, so the other party was willing to leave him with the scalding heat.

The lower body is filled and overflows along the water flow.

Yan Huai pulled out his avatar, washed Song Zhi again, wrapped it in a towel and picked it up.

Song Zhi was exhausted and leaned against his arms, unable to move at all.

His breathing gradually stabilized, his heartbeat returned to calm, and he could finally sleep.

Yan Huai's kiss fell on his ear, "Good boy, let's continue on the bed."

Song Zhi: QAQ

Song Zhi was wrapped in the nightgown that Yan Huai had just helped him put on. The latter turned off the porch light, carried him out of the bathroom by the waist, and carefully placed him on the bed.

The sweet and greasy smell in the bedroom has not completely dissipated, and it is paired with the light milk fragrance of the body wash.

In fact, the drowsy Song Zhi didn't hear what Yan Huai said just now, the latter carried him to the middle of the bed, slipped his palms along the bathrobe, and gently kneaded the inner thighs, "Is it sour? "

In the bathroom just now, in order to match Yan Huai's position, Song Zhi spread her legs wide and stood on the edge of the bathtub for almost half an hour.

Holding back the soreness is small, but the problem is that you have to accept round after round of rapid attacks from the opponent.

Song Zhi's body recovered quickly, and the feeling around her thighs had long since disappeared, but the muscle tissue at the acupuncture point still felt a little sore.

He turned over with his arms propped up, his chest pressed against the bed and rubbed against the side of the bed, not letting Yan Huai rub it for him anymore.

Song Zhi, who was weak all over, lay on the bed, arching forward bit by bit.After finally reaching the pillow, his lower back was controlled by a pair of hands, and he was pulled back in the direction he came from, and fell back to the original position within a second.

"What, what are you doing?" When Song Zhi was pulled back, he grabbed a pillow and buried his head on it. Because of his fatigue, his voice became weak.

Yan Huai put his arms around Song Zhi's waist and turned the person back, saying solemnly: "There are six more times."

Song Zhi's scalp was numb, and when he recalled the wild words he uttered on the major TV stations before, his guts turned green with regret.

Why do you have to say something, why do you have to talk nonsense, the fake will come true.

He clinging to the bed sheet and struggling desperately, he tried his best not to be turned by Yan Huai, "I, I want to sleep, sleep."

Yan Huai let go of the hand that turned him over, "Since you don't like the front, then you can do it from the back."

Song Zhi felt as if she understood what the other party meant, but she didn't seem to understand.

Until Yan Huai's palm slid from his side waist to his lower abdomen, and easily tore off the strap of the bathrobe.

Song Zhi put her legs together and tightened her lower body, pressed her face into the pillow desperately, twisted her body and struggled, "Don't, don't do it."

The slightly cool palms slid inwards along his skin, from the heels of his legs to the groin.

Song Zhi didn't wear underwear, and the area where the palm passed by made him tremble all over, and his lower body instantly swelled and congested.

Yan Huai's fingertips gently poked in along the tightened muscle tissue, put his index finger and middle finger together, and rubbed the hole twice, taking advantage of Song Zhi's relaxation time, easily pierced in, and the two fingers slid back and forth in the cave.

"Mmmm..." Song Zhi's panting echoed in the dark and damp bedroom.

Yan Huai's chest was lightly pressed against his back, and his wet tongue licked back and forth along the tip of the ear to the root of the ear, "I just washed it for you, why are you wet again?"

In Song Zhi's eyes, the deep voice of the other party was naked temptation and ridicule, he bit his lip tightly, and pushed the finger in the acupuncture point out desperately.

"Um...uh..." Song Zhi, who was stuffed in the pillow, couldn't bear her breath, "No, no, um, I didn't..."

"No?" Yan Huai withdrew his hand, unceremoniously holding Song Zhi's already swollen and stiff avatar, "Then what's going on here?"

"How can you be hard if you don't want to?" Yan Huai's palm rubbed and slid back and forth on the hot stem, "It is much more honest than you."

There was a ball of fire hidden in the extremely congested avatar, under Yan Huai's touch, the greasy prostatic fluid gradually overflowed, and Song Zhi, who was holding back, became more and more difficult to breathe.

Song Zhi arched her body, trying to escape from Yan Huai's palm, "Mmmm... Mmm... Let go..."

Yan Huai peeled off his nightgown with the other hand, and the slippery kiss spread from the ear to the back of the neck, and then slid a few times on the shoulder, leaving a layer of water marks before biting it lightly.

"Hmm...!" Song Zhi straightened her waist, raised her head and gasped, "Mmm... let go, let go..."

"Baby, I said it." Yan Huai's voice followed the trace of the kiss all the way down, along the spinal cord to the lower back, "There is no seven times, it is impossible to let you go."

Yan Huai's fingers wandered around the back acupoint again, but deliberately only slid at the mouth, and refused to enter for a long time.

The other palm of his still enjoys rubbing against the stem, but Song Zhi's sensitive spots are all on the head, and Yan Huai just avoids that position.

The lower body couldn't be satisfied, and the back acupoints didn't enter for a long time. Song Zhi was almost driven crazy by this kind of attack that he wanted but couldn't get. hurry up."

"Hurry up, what?" Yan Huai let go of his avatar, slid his hands up over the waistline, pinched the nipples and twisted them lightly twice.

"Ah um... um" Song Zhi pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, biting the flesh tightly.

"Baby, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to sleep tonight." Yan Huai slid his hands up Song Zhi's back, rubbing his stiff lower body back and forth between the gap between his buttocks.

Yan Huai mercilessly pulled out Song Zhi's two hands, and pulled off the nightgown that was half hanging on her body.

The pure white soft bathrobe fell from the air to the ground with the arc of Yan Huai's letting go, and there was only a very slight sound of cloth rubbing.

The bare back can clearly feel the temperature of the close-fitting chest, as well as Yan Huai's wet kiss.

Yan Huai's hand slid around the hole again, and then slid towards the heart along the direction of blood flow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Song Zhi tried her best to hold back, but she still couldn't bear the tingling feeling of her fingertips pinching her nipples.

"Baby, you are hard here, do you still want to pretend?"

"Um...ah..." Song Zhi was sweating all over, "Give it to me, um...uh..."

"What's for you?" Yan Huai's erect clone pushed against the middle of his groin again, which was the most blatant hint.

Song Zhi buried her head in the quilt, feeling ashamed and annoyed but unable to say anything.Tonic meat with evening.

Song Zhi, who was still young in this regard, couldn't bear the temptation round after round. He was discouraged, and his knees on the bed became sore and weak.

When Song Zhi finally couldn't bear to lie down on the bed, Yan Huai hugged her waist and pulled her into her arms, "I won't tease you anymore."

"Yeah, yum!" The thick, long, stiff stalk protruded from the hole, and because it was extremely wet and slippery, it didn't even take any effort on the way.

Yan Huai held Song Zhi's buttocks, without twitching them in a hurry, and kissed Song Zhi's ear tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

The full lower body gave Song Zhi an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He shook his head, propped his arms on the bed, and maintained a half-kneeling position, "You, move."

Because the wrapping was too tight, Yan Huai pulled out the avatar with the tender skin and flesh of the hole, and the man was also provoked to let out a dull gasp, "Baby, you are sucking too tightly."

"Um...um..." As if she had received the most shameful praise, Song Zhi's flirtatiousness became tighter and tighter with the frequency of the opponent's thrusts, "Ah...I, I still want to...um..."

"What do you want, huh?" The two dangling G balls on the left and right hit Song Zhi's white and tender buttocks every time, making a clattering sound in the warm environment.

"Yes, uh... ah... I want you." The tight inner wall can clearly feel the shape and outline of Yan Huai's glans, and the hot stem is stretched out with veins.

As long as he thought of that thing "acting recklessly" in his body, Song Zhi couldn't control himself to go crazy and excited.

He likes brother Yan Huai, and also likes to have sex with him.

With intense crashes and gasps, the excitement reaches the top.

"Yeah!" Song Zhi's whole body went limp, and her back acupoints were filled with scorching heat again.

As Yan Huai's breathing slowed down, he supported Song Zhi's waist, slowly pulled the stem out of his body, and hugged the crumbling Song Zhi tightly.

Song Zhi leaned into his arms in a half-curled position, until the temperature on her body gradually cooled down, only the mouth of the acupuncture point was still steaming, and the sticky liquid droplets were slowly flowing down the body, one drop, two drops, three drops...

Song Zhi lay on Yan Huai's body, with his body inside his body, and the junction of the two bodies was hot and sticky, but at this moment Song Zhi didn't care about that at all, his head rested on Yan Huai's shoulder, feeling dizzy sleep.

Yan Huai patted him lightly, and kissed the corner of his brow, "Hey, wash up before going to sleep."

Song Zhi snorted and hugged his arm without moving.

Yan Huai held up his buttocks, and slowly pulled his lower body out of Song Zhi's body, the semen also flowed down his buttocks, and landed on his lower abdomen, glowing milky white.

Yan Huai looked at the large piece in front of him, and couldn't help chuckling, "Honey, you're so good at eating."

Song Zhi was dizzy and muttered in his arms, "So...full."

Yan Huai took out the tissue and wiped off the semen from his abdomen. There was a mix here, besides himself and Song Zhi's.

The color and texture of the two are slightly different, Song Zhi's is thinner, maybe because of his usual craving for sweets, even the smell of semen is a bit sweet.

Yan Huai took out a bath towel and wrapped it around Song Zhi's body. After washing himself off, he carefully carried her into the bathroom.

Yan Huai took off the towel from his body and put it in the laundry basket.

The tired Song Zhi leaned on his shoulder and had already fallen asleep, worried about waking him up, only the dim yellow floor light was turned on in the bathroom, Song Zhi was hugged by his waist and hugged in his arms.

The water flowed down his back slowly, Yan Huai opened his legs, and poked his fingertips along the hole.The private part that was stretched before has now returned to its previous size, even if it is only a finger deep, there will be a sense of tension being wrapped.

Yan Huai slowly inserted another finger, and helped him clean up the clear liquid left in it bit by bit.

The milky white liquid slowly flowed down from Song Zhi's inner thigh following the direction of the water flow.

Yan Huai was stabbed, and the little animal in his arms gradually came to life, biting at his Adam's apple like a demon.

Yan Huai's arms around his waist tightened subconsciously, and he turned his head to avoid Song Zhi's mouth, "Don't bite."

"Hmm...um..." Song Zhi's acupoints tightened, obviously being tortured again.His eyes were full of water vapor, he bit his lip, put his forehead on Yan Huai's shoulder, and pulled Yan Huai's hand out.

"Be obedient, it's all swollen and needs to be cleaned." Regardless of his refusal, Yan Huai continued to reach in to help clean.

But Yan Huai underestimated Song Zhi's sensitivity, this level was enough to make Song Zhi excited again, transparent and slippery mucus continued to emerge from the acupuncture point, and her body became soft and hot.

Like a small animal in estrus, it gnawed on his shoulders, seemingly unable to stop if it didn't satisfy him.

Yan Huai's hand rubbed against his swollen back, and kissed his auricle lovingly, "One last time, okay?"

Song Zhi's arms around his neck tightened a bit, and she kept her soft panting in his ears, "Mmm, um, I want to..."

……

The summer evening wind blows into the window sill, and the pleated curtains flap under the night, fluttering with the frequency of breathing.

The sweet and greasy fragrance of butter still remained in the room, and the hot and dry space was flooded with breath until Song Zhi fell asleep in the warm embrace.

The morning sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, reflecting on Song Zhi's bare and thin shoulders and eyelids. He stretched out an arm and rubbed his eyes. He was alone on the bed, and the soreness forced him to recall everything that happened last night. .

Song Zhi rubbed her hot face, it turned out that there were really seven times.

Why do you say this kind of thing so cleverly with your own bad mouth?

"What time will little daddy sleep until?"

"He was very tired last night." It was Yan Huai's voice.

"No matter how tired you are, it's not right to sleep late." Siqi said in a grown-up tone, "Dad, you just spoil him too much."

"Also, why do you have to wash the bedsheets early in the morning?" Siqi talked a lot today, adding to the confusion early in the morning.

Yan Huai put the bed sheets to dry, and said in a calm tone, "If I were you, I would use the chat time to memorize a few English words."

"Fuck, what happened last night?"

"Look at Song Jiebanard's nature... I guess..."

"There is no mark on the neck this time."

"After all, the child is here, you have to restrain yourself."

Song Zhi, who heard the conversation, hurriedly checked their bed. After Brother Yan Huai helped him take a shower last night, the sheets had indeed been changed.

He covered his hot face, and he couldn't live the days to come.

This time the program group did not prepare "cute", and the final ending was a messy bed.

If I knew it, I would have kept that box.

Song Zhi was driven mad by Siqi's complaints and complaints outside the door, he finally mustered up the courage to walk to the restaurant avoiding Yan Huai's gaze.

Yan Huai handed him the breakfast, and there was a piece of cut cake on the table, which was the one he drew for Yan Huai's brother.

Siqi was sitting on the side of the sofa holding her book Applied Psychology. She was still wearing the gauze dress that Song Zhi bought her, her hair was naturally completed into a bun, and the translucent hairpin reflected crystal clear light in the sun.

Right in front of Song Zhi was a half-open window, and the morning breeze accompanied by the fragrance of flowers made people feel warm.

He suddenly longed for such a comfortable life.

Yan Huai went back to the bedroom to clean up the mess before going to bed last night.

Song Zhi looked down at the villain he drew, and couldn't help asking Siqi, "Who ate me?"

Siqi turned to the next page of the book, "Of course it's Dad, I'm not interested in eating you."

"Haha baby, you have something to say."

"Genius, Siqi, Girl."

Satisfied with the answer she wanted, Song Zhi picked up a piece of cake with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Telephone."

Song Zhi turned her head following the sound, Yan Huai was holding his mobile phone in his palm, and it was vibrating muffledly on his palm.

He is used to putting his mobile phone by the bed before going to bed, brother Yan Huai probably saw it when he was cleaning the room.

Song Zhi glanced at the caller ID, her spine stiffened for a moment, and she hurriedly retracted her phone and ran to the balcony.He deliberately closed the door, took off the microphone, and made sure that there were no cameras around before answering the call.

An emotionless male voice came from the opposite side, "The thing you want has been sent to the mailbox."

"All of them?" Song Zhi froze.

"These are enough for him to sit in prison."

"Again, I want him dead."

"Yes." The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, "Please give me a little more time, soon."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Song Zhi hung up the phone with a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Yan Huai standing on the other side of the glass door waiting for him with his pockets in his pocket.

He was sure that the sound insulation here was excellent, and based on his understanding of brother Yan Huai, the other party would never eavesdrop.

He opened the glass door to avoid Yan Huai's sight, but was stopped by the latter.

"Whose phone number?"