Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Song Cheng stood at the door of his house, blowing the cold wind for a long time before inserting the key.

A small lamp was left in the living room, as was the bedroom. Seeing the warm light leaking from under the door, Song Cheng felt a little sore.

These were all his before.

Song Cheng took off his coat, ran into his brother's bedroom generously, and changed into pajamas.

"Are you back?" Zhao Qin didn't feel deeply, and squinted at the familiar figure beside the closet.

The shadow climbed onto the bed, bringing a chill.

"Frozen?" Zhao Tan felt distressed, and covered his chest with his cold hands.

Song Cheng sniffed, pulled out his hand, and hugged Zhao Qin into his arms.

"Why is it frozen like this? Aren't you going home?" Zhao Tan smiled and stroked Song Cheng's back, trying to share some of the heat from his body to him.

"Miss you." The word was so vague that it was impossible for Zhao Qin to recognize it was him.

Zhao Qin imitated Song Qi and kissed Song Cheng on the forehead.Although Zhao Qin is not used to being crooked, if Song Qi likes it, he is willing to change it.

Song Cheng's heart was about to break.He knew that Zhao Tan kissed his brother, not him.

Song Cheng held Zhao Tan's lips in his mouth, and his tongue penetrated into Zhao Tan's mouth, hooking Zhao Tan to kiss him passionately.

Zhao Tan was a little surprised, but he would not resist.

He just felt that Song Qi was very different tonight. When he intervened, the tingling pleasure almost killed him.

"Song..." Song Cheng gave him a hard push without waiting for his name, and Zhao Qin's shoulders sank into the pillow, his chest turned red.

It's okay to be gentle.Song Cheng lay on his side and hugged Zhao Qin's waist, pulled out his penis little by little, and then inserted it in little by little, making Zhao Qin beg for mercy.

Zhao Tan under Song Cheng seemed to have taken medicine, his whole body was flushed, and he was so sensitive that he would bleed when he touched it.

Song Cheng pried open Zhao Tan's teeth with his fingers, pressed Zhao Tan's tongue, made Zhao Tan cough dryly, and then kissed him comfortingly.

Zhao Tan clenched his fists and when he was pressed against the wall to dry, he finally couldn't help crying: "Slow down, please, slow down."

In response, Song Cheng bit Zhao Tan's shoulder, his mouth full of blood.

For the last time, Song Cheng hugged Zhao Qin and sat on him. Zhao Qin covered his mouth the whole time and swung his waist with difficulty.Sweat covered every inch of his skin, and his whole body felt as if he had been fished out of the water.

After the climax, Zhao Tan fell on Song Cheng and couldn't straighten up for a long time.Song Cheng asked in his ear: "Miss me?"

Zhao Qin didn't speak, as if the orgasm was not over, he gasped intermittently.