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During class, Zhuang Zhou was surrounded on the podium.

Mao Fei lay drowsy on the desk, Ran Qing leaned closer and whispered, "Teacher Zhuang is back for class, Fei, what about you? We still have a place for you in 214, are you coming back?"

Mao Fei answered irrelevantly: "Have you finished eating the pine cheese cake?"

When Ran Qing mentioned this, he lost the ability to organize words.

On the day when the pine cheese cakes arrived, they had just finished a college friendly match and won. Everyone said they were going to celebrate by making skewers. They ate a lot of skewers and drank a lot of wine. They hung shoulders and shoulders in small groups, swaying on the main road. .

Ran Qing was overwhelmed with alcohol, and was carried by Xia Xiaoxiao half in his arms and half in his arms. The two of them barely followed at the end of the line. Ran Qing asked vaguely: "Xiao Xiao, do you have a... name?"

Xia Xiaoxiao saw that he was drunk, and said with a smile: "Dizzy? Almost sober?"

Ran Qingyang waved his hands wildly, not allowing him to change the subject: "Call, call...I want...I want to give it to you---uh, why?"

Xia Xiaoxiao carried him on his back: "Seeing that you are quite drunk, you will fall later."

Leaning on his steady shoulders, Ran Qing hiccupped one after another, feeling dazed and comfortable, and finally failed to finish the ID saying "I want to squeeze toothpaste for you".

After they broke away from the main force, Xia Xiaoxiao carried him to the hill behind the school.

"Wait for me, I'll get a courier." Xia Xiaoxiao rubbed Ran Qing's hair condescendingly, watching him sitting on the lawn shaking gently, it's okay, like a tumbler, unable to fall himself.

In maybe three to five minutes, Ran Qing pursed his thirsty lips and called out in confusion, "...Xiao Xiao?"

Then I saw Xia Xiaoxiao running back with a small cardboard box in his arms. He sat next to Ran Qing, and first took out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket: "Here."

On purpose, Xia Xiaoxiao watched Ran Qing take it and put it in his mouth. The puzzled look on his face because he didn't drink the water was very funny. The embarrassment didn't stop there. The winner with the most three points tonight couldn't even twist the bottle cap. When it opened, Ran Qing said anxiously: "Xiao Xiao."

Xia Xiaoxiao not only gave him water to drink, but also pine cheese cakes.

The carton box was opened, and there was a big bag inside a small bag, and a box full of Songzhi biscuits were packed in different flavors.

Hearing the rustling sound, Ran Qing reached out to join in the fun, and was stuffed with a pie that had been torn from the packaging bag. Xiao Xiao said, "It tastes like chestnuts, try it."

Obviously, he had eaten enough skewers, but Ran Qing didn't know where he got his belly, and was coaxed into eating one flavor after another, until he couldn't eat the last one, so Xia Xiaoxiao took it away That left half a mouthful.

On a spring night, the moon hangs high, and there are no flowers and trees on the lawn.

Xia Xiaoxiao thought to herself, wondering if Ran Qing would remember the moonless flowers when she wakes up tomorrow.

Ran Qing remembered that even the crumbs at the corners of his mouth were wiped off with his fingertips.

Seeing that he was silent, Mao Fei thought he was too embarrassed to ask for it after he finished eating, so he took the initiative to say: "Why are you being polite with me, what kind of flavor do you want to order more this time?"

Ran Qing stammered, "Thank you mother for sending so much, I haven't finished eating yet."

Mao Fei closed his eyes and dozed off, and muttered to answer the previous question: "Return, I will return someday if I quarrel with him."

Xia Xiaoxiao, who came back from the toilet, happened to hear the end of the conversation, and he asked curiously, "Have you guys ever quarreled?"

"Not yet." The corners of Mao Fei's lips turned up in disbelief, "It's so good that I'm getting married soon."

Mao Fei was so moved by the sentence last night, "We'll go get it now," that he picked up his cell phone and called Tong Yuwen on the spot, telling her that when he came back to Xiaofudu next time, he would take his partner home!

Also, why are you so sleepy today?

Because last night's emotions were too noisy, which made him even more "sick" as a chatterbox, lying on the bed tossing and turning, endlessly dreaming about the future with Zhuang Zhou, happy and happy, but also confused and fearful, it's already past zero The silence made Zhuang Zhou helpless and funny, he only hated that the plaster was in the way and he couldn't hold his precious lump in his arms.

Marriage is still far away, and Mao Fei is looking forward to it --- next Saturday.

After another ten days of being the most beautiful boy in the housekeeping service with his fingers broken, Mao Fei finally wanted to sing "I've been looking forward to it for a long time and finally I'm looking forward to today".

On Thursday, he had already arranged with Pei Li for two weekends off, so he didn't have the nerve to say it face to face, so he sent a message.

What doesn't Pei Li know?Dafangfang directly approved the next Tuesday's leave for him.

Early in the morning, Mao Fei was waiting in the living room for the doctor to come. He made hawthorn fruit tea and baked a plate of cranberry biscuits.

At nine o'clock, the doctor came, removed the cast, cleaned it, gave instructions, had a cup of tea and a snack, and the doctor left.

Mao Fei sent him to the elevator, and Zhuang Zhou followed him, just like a married couple.

The elevator is gone too.

Mao Fei stood in the entrance hallway and smiled at Zhuang Zhou. He reached out and touched his forearm. The lines were still beautiful and there was no trace of damage.

"The doctor said that I can't bear weight for the time being."

"Ah."

Mao Fei raised his face, his eyes were red: "It's okay, although I can't be hugged by the princess, but---"

Zhuang Zhou pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, strangling his waist with one hand and pressing his head with the other. Neither of them spoke again, they quietly enjoyed this long-lost hug.

[Kissing is the beginning of making love as always.

Can't even wait to go back to the bedroom, the two of them fell into the sofa together.

Mao Fei pressed Zhuang Zhou under his body, his lips were already swollen from the fierce sucking, he straddled Zhuang Zhou's crotch, the home clothes were so thin, and a vigorous penis pressed against his ass, It made him pant with excitement: "I'll do it, let me do it, be careful with your hands."

I'm even more anxious than when I came back from the gym last time.

"There is grease in the drawer." Zhuang Zhou kissed him everywhere while peeling off his clothes, peeling off his upper body with pink nipples in two or three strokes.

In fact, compared to lubricating fluid, Zhuang Zhou prefers to use his fingers, lips, tongue, saliva drawn from Mao Fei's mouth, and even the transparent and sticky juice from his penis during the long foreplay. Come slowly and patiently lubricate and expand, and wait until Mao Fei is so teased that he can't stand it and begs him to insert it quickly with a soft and wavy voice, then Zhuang Zhou will officially start the next affair.

It's a pity that no one can wait now.

Mao Fei twisted and opened the drawer and took off his trousers when he opened the drawer. His buttocks were caught and rubbed in the hot palms. He wasn't very gentle. Vent the desire to hoard.

"Zhuang Zhou... um!" The tip of the nipple was held in the mouth, and the tongue swept over it as if to suck him out of the milk, bursts of pleasure rushed from the chest to the lower abdomen, making the soft flesh twitch Several times, even the erect penis flicked excitedly.

During the month of abstinence, it’s not that Zhuang Zhou never thought of helping Mao Fei have sex. He could use his uninjured right hand or his mouth, but Mao Fei was extremely stubborn. It's cool to be alone.

Zhuang Zhou then followed him, and he was so cute that he memorized the little book, and he was bound to give him all back in the future.

Now that abstinence is over, it's time to enjoy the indulgence.

Mao Fei stuck out her chest and pouted her buttocks, and rubbed the other nipple that she wanted to lick and bite on Zhuang Zhou's lips. , A large piece of greasy juice gushed out, "Oh! It's so cold..." He frowned slightly, his two legs trembling, "Brother...Brother, help me..."

The two nipples were lovingly turned into a bright pink, moist, and a bit cool when exposed to the air. Zhuang Zhou put a hickey on his heart before reaching out to wrap his hands around the soft buttocks: " How can I help? Huh?"

Mao Fei lowered his head and kissed him, bit his lower lip and murmured, "I want you to insert it."

Zhuang Zhou's fingers obediently moved inward, touched the tightly closed opening, and touched the folds soaked in lubricating fluid. With just a slight scratch, the person on his body clamped his ass and even hooked his toes.

"Well...don't dawdle," Mao Fei urged him, "Hurry up...don't you want me?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his last button, pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid line, Mao Fei swallowed salivatingly, and then went down, the home pants fell to the knees, what was exposed was too outrageous, Mao Fei Just looking at it made my stomach feel sour, and I couldn't help but see some mist coming out of my eyes.

"Give it to me quickly..." Mao Fei eagerly stopped wanting fingers, grabbed Zhuang Zhou's penis and was about to sit down, so frightened that Zhuang Zhou quickly grabbed his waist, "Don't worry, don't worry about getting hurt."

"Urgent..." Mao Fei kicked the sofa cover crookedly, his genitals swelled up and down, urgently needed to be comforted, but he deliberately ignored it like masochistic, and in the next moment, two fingers were inserted into the constricted back hole, It only entered a small part, and gently tried to open it while rubbing it in.

Familiar with the exciting pleasure, Mao Fei choked up a moan, grabbed Zhuang Zhou's shoulders and twisted his waist to swallow his fingers. Too much lubricating fluid was used, and he made some obscene noises.

The extreme tightness in the meat passage reminded Zhuang Zhou of the night when he took him to experience sex for the first time.

At that time, Mao Fei was young, shy, and incredibly sensitive. Now that he has done a lot, he loves everything from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside. Ruthless is still shy.

Zhuang Zhou also ran out of patience, grabbed Mao Fei's face with the other hand and kissed him forcefully, swallowing moans of dissatisfaction, and withdrew his finger from his back hole, "Baby, slow down."

Mao Fei huh huh, I don't know if he is agreeing to him or impatiently, Zhuang Zhou is still pinching his cheek, it doesn't hurt, it's the forced gentleness he likes, he holds Zhuang Zhou's wrist with one hand, The other hand groped down and grabbed the increasingly ferocious genitals from between his wide-open legs.

Mao Fei was shaking with excitement, especially when he heard Zhuang Zhou's sexy muffled hum, he felt that he was about to ejaculate. Push your butt down.

"Oh! Ah..." Mao Fei's expression should be more depressed at this moment, he falters and complains, "You, you are too thick...It's outrageous...You should be smaller..."

To Zhuang Zhou, it sounded like a compliment at all, he bit his lower lip to hold back his hiss, squeezed the white dumpling in his palm, and praised: "Feifei, you are so tight."

As he said that, he kissed the chubby lips, and then said: "I'm so greedy."

The meat crown has been eaten in, and the wet folds have been stretched into a round shape, really like a greedy little mouth.

Mao Fei's whole body was trembling, being ironed, crushed, and constantly violated. Both of his hands were caught on Zhuang Zhou's wrists. If this hand was not pinching his face, but pinching him neck...

The intercourse was only half completed, and Mao Fei's lower abdomen was already convulsed and trembling, and the stiff penis sprayed out the milky white semen that had been suppressed for a long time.

The first ejaculation after a long period of ejaculation was profuse and urgent. Mao Fei ejaculated all three souls and seven souls. It felt like being stabbed to the bottom, that someone was going to pierce him.

"Uh! Uh...ahh..." When the perception slowly returned to its place, the scene in front of him was shaking non-stop, and the next second his spine was electrified, as soft as a hairy grass, and Mao Fei couldn't stand it. Several red finger marks were scratched on Zhuang Zhou's back, "Slow down... woo... Brother, ah! Take it easy..."

Zhuang Zhou was so stimulated that he lost his composure. He used the rebound force of the sofa cushion to forcefully push away the soft flesh that had been fucked out of his cavity. But the son was very loud: "Baby, why are you so out of control today?"

Mao Fei was drowning in pleasure. The description in the novel that his mind exploded with fireworks is not enough to describe the pleasure he is experiencing at this time. It needs a mushroom cloud. Every time Zhuang Zhou pushes into his body, the pleasure is like a surging mushroom cloud , one flower has not dissipated, and then another flower bursts out, one after another.

He was quickly forced to cry, and the thick long eyelashes dripped with water, and he begged for mercy in a broken voice: "Woo...brother, brother...ah!! I...slow..."

He couldn't say a word, the bump was too fast and too hard, he still remembered that Zhuang Zhou's left arm couldn't bear the weight, so he touched down his shoulder with tears in his eyes.

Zhuang Zhou was so excited that his scalp tingled and his waist and eyes were numb. He let his darling hold his arm in his arms and stick it to his chest. The cock fucked as hard as he felt in his heart, he said in a hoarse voice : "Baby, do you want to slow down?"

Whether Mao Fei wanted it or not, he couldn't slow down.

The sofa cover has already been soaked in a large area, lubricating fluid, and the liquid that was squeezed out from the hole. The movement here is too loud, attracting two small spectators.

Mao Fei's eyelashes trembled, his eyes were vacant, and he couldn't see the two ancestors sitting on the TV cabinet. He hugged this arm, like the only support he could hold when he was constantly thrown high. Muttering and pleading: "Ah! And... fast, almost... woo!"

Zhuang Zhou strangled his soft waist, the genital that had been hardened again not long after ejaculation was still covered with a few strands of milky white, it was sandwiched between the two, it was flushed red, and it looked like it was going to be hot soon. You can't help but look lewd.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't bear it any longer. When the plump tip brushed against the swollen, tender and juicy gland, he would be sucked extraordinarily hard, even to the point of a little pain.

"Good boy," Zhuang Zhou paused his attack, buried in the deepest part and grinded slightly, "Call me husband."

Mao Fei managed to get a little breath, flattered Zhuang Zhou's forehead, interlocked his fingers, and called out in a beautiful weeping voice: "Husband, husband, woo... touch me... want to touch me!" ..."

Peach pollen was all over his body, and it was even more charming when he was reflected in the bright and bright living room. Zhuang Zhou held back his breath and took a deep breath, rubbed his slender waist, rubbed his butt that was slapped bright red, kissed his nipples, touched his The high genitals, finally coaxing the mouthful of "good" to stick to his hot face.

Mao Fei burst into tears because of this intimacy, "Zhuang Zhou, I like... I like you so much... Ugh!" He took the initiative to prop up his thighs and use his ecstatic little mouth to go Swallowing the penis that was about to stretch him up and down, "I want you to cum on me..."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a blur of vision. Before Mao Fei knew what happened, he found himself pushed into the sofa.

The bend of his legs rested on Zhuang Zhou's shoulders. Mao Fei couldn't stand this position. It was one of the top three positions he was most afraid of. His penis was facing his face directly. Can clearly see how he was fucked.

Zhuang Zhou tilted his head and kissed his calf, "I'll shoot you, Fei Fei."

Mao Fei cried and panted and shook his head, but it was a pity that he could not refuse anything. He could only watch tearfully as the disgraceful penis was pulled away from his body, bringing out a puddle of water, and then drove straight into his deepest part.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss Putting on the hood, she turned into the peach blossom that was smashed with a pestle again, and there was nowhere to escape, and finally she was poured with a handful of strong white wine, making the flowers and branches tremble.

Huadan and Xiaosheng are still watching the battle. A month ago, this kind of dramatic battle would be staged almost every other day. They went from being frightened at the beginning, to being curious, to trying to play together but being driven away, to now calmly watching.

If there is a stopwatch on the cat's head, it will be a living timer.

The battle seemed to be over. The two masters who participated in the battle kept their overlapping postures and did not move. They could only hear low weeping and panting, which then turned into lingering rustling, kisses to comfort each other.

The taste of the kiss was not very good. After all, Mao Fei ejaculated on his chest, and even his chin and lips and tongue were splashed with semen when he cried. But Zhuang Zhou didn't mind it. inside.

After a long while, Mao Fei's crying gradually subsided, and he was almost knocked into the crack of the sofa. He couldn't help thinking of a curse: "Slap you against the wall, and you can't even scratch it off."

Mao Fei felt that he was being fucked into the crack of the sofa and couldn't be dragged out, so he imagined the image of Zhuang Zhou pulling his arms and legs trying to save him, couldn't hold back, and chuckled softly.

The mouth of the acupuncture point was wet and greasy, and Zhuang Zhou withdrew slowly, the mess he brought out was endless, giving Mao Fei an illusion of incontinence.

His legs were so sore that they couldn't close together, he was held by Zhuang Zhou's ankles, and he fell limply on the sofa. Zhuang Zhou kicked off his pajama pants and squeezed in, hugged him and kissed him, asking, "laugh." what?"

Mao Fei rubbed against his shoulder, the lingering rhyme was still there, and his voice was sticky: "Zhuang."

"Huh?" Zhuang Zhou wanted to crush him, "Does your stomach hurt?"

It doesn't hurt yet, I have to ejaculate many times until I can't ejaculate, and my stomach hurts only after I climax many times in the back.

But Zhuang Zhou still put his palm on his lower abdomen and rubbed it in circles, listening to him winking lazily and whispering, "You are so good today, I...I am afraid, but I like it very much."

After speaking, he went to hug his left hand, his face was flushed, and he couldn't tell if he was shy: "Does it hurt? Did you touch it?"

Zhuang Zhou shook his head, kissed from his forehead to the center of his eyebrows, and from the tip of his nose to his lips: "Hands don't hurt, but my heart hurts."

"What's the matter?" Mao Fei's brain was wide open. It's not that he has never read that kind of novel, because the excitement of sex will make the heart sick, and it might pass away all at once!

But Zhuang Zhou said softly, "My baby has been hungry for so long, and I love you so much."

Mao Fei was relieved for a moment, speechless to himself for a moment, then buried himself in Zhuang Zhou's shoulder, and muttered, "Take a rest, we have two days."

The sofa cover could have been cleaned, but unfortunately it was ruined afterward, it was so wet and dirty that it seemed to be unavailable.

The dining table was not spared either, eating with the upper mouth for lunch and the lower mouth for entertainment after dinner.

The projection room also left evidence of daytime prostitution. Two pictures were projected on the wall, one from the projector, and the other from overlapping black shadows that moved slowly.

In the evening, the balcony is covered with sunlight, with the fragrance of flowers and water powder. Later, when night falls, the curtains are closed, and the small light bulbs are lit up one by one to form a flickering heart shape. No obscenity.

The softest and most comfortable big bed in the world in the bedroom can no longer be contaminated, otherwise where should I sleep tonight?

So the bathroom becomes the last indulgence before bedtime.

Mao Fei could no longer get hard from the scene on the balcony, clutching his sore stomach and crying and panting, just like lying on the glass partition now, with the still majestic genitals in his mouth, he will experience the joy of orgasm again and again.

Zhuang Zhou picked up his right leg, and while he was slowly fucking him, he bit his red ear and whispered love words.

Mao Fei couldn't hear clearly, he cobbled together his begging for mercy in his groans, and before he finished begging for mercy, he couldn't help but fucked and went back to the top of the wave again.

He whimpered and gasped: "No, no more...Brother...I...ahh...I want, I want..."

Zhuang Zhou said "Huh?", so sexy that Mao Fei pursed his lips to beg for a kiss, and when the kiss was almost breathless, he asked dotingly: "What does the baby want?"

In the blink of an eye, Mao Fei burst into tears in shame: "No more... I need to pee... I'll give it to you tomorrow, tomorrow..."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, he was no longer as anxious as he was in the morning, not to mention how full he was and how bad he looked.

After hearing this, he kissed Mao Fei's ear. Mao Fei thought he would hear some love words again, but it turned out to be a series of whistles that made him on the verge of collapse.

Mao Fei didn't have the energy to blow up his hair. He is now a fluffy grass that has been wantonly ravaged, a peach blossom that has been smashed into mud and juice. He is lying on the frosted glass facing the reality of being completely bullied. With great interest, he gradually increased the intensity of the push along with the sound of the whistle.

Mao Fei scolded him, "Zhuang Zhou!"

No momentum.

Zhuang Zhou kissed his cheek and stuck to his cheek: "Good boy, don't be afraid."

Mao Fei whimpered, "Bastard!"

But can't help but dirty the glass in front of the bastard.

The front was incontinent, and the back was hotly watered. Mao Fei raised his neck high in the huge stimulation. Before the incontinence was over, he lost consciousness during the last orgasm tonight, and completely passed out in Zhuang Zhou's arms. 】