Above, please use some force

The water molecules in the air boiled in the subtle fiery gazes of Song Ziyu and Fang Jun.

He Wen slowly closed the document, leaned back on the back of the chair, tapped his fingers on the table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and let out a dry voice.

"I want to go together."

If the previous sentence made the office boil, then this round directly sent Fang Jun and Song Ziyu to the crater, and they looked at each other from the corner of their eyes.

The former got up and walked to the door to make sure it was locked, and the latter put away all the documents on the conference table and put them aside.

He Wen looked at the actions of the two of them, his eyebrows trembled, his eyes were full of burning light, he chuckled lightly, his legs crossed on the table, and he casually pulled down the zipper of his pants with his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jun's expression darkened. He walked over and squatted in front of He Wen, put He Wen's hand to his mouth, and licked it with one finger in his mouth.

Song Ziyu leaned over and kissed He Wen suddenly, put one hand into the collar of his clothes, stopped at his chest and kneaded, and the other hand fondled the back of his neck affectionately.

He opened his mouth and put Song Ziyu's two thin lips between his lips and sucked them lightly. He Wen rubbed his feet between Song Ziyu's and Fang Jun's legs respectively. crushed.

Tortured by this pain and pleasure, both men took a deep breath.

There was slight pain in Fang Jun's finger. He Wen curled his lips, leaving a tooth mark on Song Ziyu's tongue. His fingers stirred in Fang Jun's mouth, and his fingertips circled around his tongue.

Fang Jun raised his eyes and met a pair of fiery eyes full of joking smiles. He bit He Wen hard, and the blood oozing from the tip of his tongue slid down his throat and swallowed.

The tangled tongue made a greasy sound, and Song Ziyu's black hair was messed up in He Wen's grasp. With a strong male desire, he looked down at the man who made him crazy, and the breath he exhaled was full of the smell of the other party's mouth. .

Raising his eyebrows, his fiery eyes glanced at Fang Jun and Song Ziyu's pants, and He Wen lazily reminded, "It must be moist enough."

After speaking, he clasped Fang Jun's shoulders to let him go, then stood up and looked at the office, and finally knelt down on the conference table.

Fang Jun and Song Ziyu's eyes met in the turbulent air, they were silent for a moment, and under the heat of the explosion from the lower body, they made the same movements.

The two men pursed their lips almost simultaneously.

Caressing He Wen's smooth and delicate back, Fang Jun put his face against it and rubbed it vigorously, licking his lips to wipe off the sweat all the way, his hands groped from his waist to his buttocks, and invaded the area that made him ecstasy with ease.

After a few slow pushes, Fang Jun tried to speed up the piercing with his fingers, and lowered his head to kiss He Wen's tight back.

Song Ziyu bit He Wen's earlobe, pinched He Wen's fair buttocks, and kneaded the soft part in his palm to deform it.

The pleasure surging up from several parts of his body made He Wen's desire rapidly expand. He grabbed Song Ziyu with a low hum and bit his Adam's apple.

A lot of sweat also oozed from Fang Jun's forehead, and he dug patiently with his fingers, the liquid that flowed out wet He Wen's groin.

Perhaps because of discomfort, the man's white and round butt muscles trembled slightly, and the wriggling area was glowing with a light red. This scene was extremely erotic, and it almost drove him crazy. His blood spurted in an instant, and his brain went into chaos.

Fang Jun stretched out his tongue to lick the liquid between He Wen's buttocks, and squeezed it in easily under the incomparable humidity, with the churning of the tip of his tongue, there was a blushing sound of water.

"Come in." He Wen turned over to face Fang Jun, bit his chest hard, gnawed on a protrusion of his with his teeth through the clothes, couldn't help urging, and the emptiness in the secret place behind him was clamoring for him. to be filled.

Raising his eyes, Fang Jun's tense face showed a happy smile after forbearance. He pulled down the zipper to reveal his desire to explode. The tattoo moved happily.

The majestic object on Song Ziyu's lower body had been roaring for a long time, but he was still kissing He Wen's shoulder and neck with the last bit of reason he had left.

The scorching kiss stayed on He Wen's chest, sucking the brown bulge, Song Ziyu's hand held He Wen's object and rubbed it vigorously.

He Wen raised his legs high and put them on Fang Jun's shoulders, and slammed forward in coordination, panting and laughing, "Let me see your true abilities."

The presumptuous and provocative words successfully ignited the temperature in the air.

Song Ziyu bit the protrusion between his teeth vigorously, and gnawed his teeth round and round, as if he wanted to bite it through. He breathed heavily on He Wen's crimson chest, and sweat dripped down.

The suit shirt on the upper body is neat, and the suit pants on the lower body are pulled back to the ankles. Fang Jun stands at the conference table and presses He Wen on the table. The back rubbed the cold tabletop to create a hot temperature, which spread along the spine and flowed into the limbs.

Song Ziyu kissed the corner of He Wen's lips lightly, sweat was all over his face, but his eyes were no longer the coldness of the snow mountain, but the blazing heat of the volcano.

Quickly took off his trousers, supported the table with one hand, Song Ziyu easily jumped onto the conference table, lay behind He Wen, wrapped his arms around him in his arms, and gently kissed the back of his neck and the pinnae of his ears.

His fingers groped for a small gap where Fang Jun and He Wen joined together, and slowly entered it, not daring to move directly. He tensed his jaw and kissed He Wen's hair over and over again.

Fang Jun's speed slowed down. When the finger came in, it rubbed against his part, and a strange feeling that could not be ignored came into his mind. After a while, until the finger was pushed out, it was replaced by an object several times larger. The crazy stimulation made his whole body blood rise.

Even though there was already a lot of moisture, He Wen still frowned in pain from the feeling of being too full, and groaned.

He raised his eyes to look at Fang Jun in front of him, and found that he was not feeling well either. Song Ziyu twitched his lips slightly, and his eyes collided. In the extreme pleasure, the rational thing had already run away.

Sometimes a man can only think with his lower body, but when facing the object that makes him obsessed and enchanted, he is even more crazy.

Fang Jun leaned over to block He Wen's breathing, his tongue plundered around his mouth, and the churning tongue brought a paralyzing pleasure.

The overflowing body fluid in He Wen's mouth dripped down the corner of his mouth, and was swallowed by Fang Jun in time. Fang Jun's tongue rolled up his throat, absorbing the sweat on it.

Supporting the table with both hands, Song Ziyu sprinted up fiercely, every time he sprinted straight to the bottom, piercing the deepest protruding place, the heels of his legs hit He Wen's kneaded buttocks with crimson marks hard.

A skyrocketing fire was burning in his body, melting his bone marrow inch by inch in the firelight, and extinguishing it in ashes.He Wen felt that the temperature coming from the chest close to his back could burn him through.

The kiss as fine as rain fell on He Wen's neck with each impact, big drops of sweat dripped from Song Ziyu's beautifully muscular body, and the impact between his buttocks and the table made a loud thumping sound.

The impact of he and Fang Jun entering and exiting seemed to split He Wen in two.

Vigorously pinching the protuberance on his chest and turning it around, He Wen raised his head and let out a groan, his slender neck was covered with sweaty hair, and his blushing cheeks revealed a wordless temptation.

Panting heavily, Fang Jun felt that sooner or later he would die under this slutty and alluring man. He groaned comfortably and rushed madly, only thinking of rushing to a place farther than Song Ziyu. Take this man to the Paradise of Elysium.

Sweat dripped down He Wen's forehead, the eyelids were full of lustful moisture, and dripped down quickly, along the flushed cheeks to the red and swollen lips, the rolling Adam's apple, on the swollen and congested two protrusions It stopped for a while and then dripped down the beautifully lined chest, buried in the black bush.

He shook his sweaty hair, squinted his misty eyes, inserted his fingers into Fang Jun's equally damp hair, grabbed a strand of hair at the back of his head, and pushed him down, kissing him fiercely.

The friction and panting of the skin burned the heat in the air time and time again. Fang Jun and Song Ziyu collided back and forth in He Wen's body. This was a silent contest.

If the size is [-]% lower, then the speed must be surpassed by clenching the teeth. Fang Jun's clothes are soaked in sweat, and the sweat is like rain, and his pupils are shining with a strong fire.

Song Ziyu was keenly aware of the sudden increase in speed and strength of the hot object that was in contact with him. He pressed his lips covered with hickey marks and blood, and slammed like crazy.

"Fuck..." He Wen's bones were about to fall apart, and the place behind him was filled with two objects as hard as a soldering iron, one of which was of an astonishing size. Burn.

Under the continuous fierce impact from front to back, He Wen was slammed to the top again, his legs trembled slightly, his whole body twitched and released a thin liquid.

Fang Jun let out a low growl, his body sank, and he hugged He Wen tightly. After more than a dozen violent sprints, he buried himself deep in He Wen's body to soothe, the scalding heat could almost make the fragile inner wall unbearable. Live red and trembling.

Sweat dripped from the fast-moving hair, and the storm rushed to the top of the mountain. Song Ziyu's heart was beating wildly, and he sat up straight and surrounded He Wen from behind, his chest heaved and accelerated against his back, sweating The oozing face was buried in his hair, slowly waiting for the brain to turn blank in the lingering pleasure.

The hot stuff that could no longer hold in his body flowed from his buttocks to the table. He Wen put all his weight on Song Ziyu's body. His hands and feet were slightly weak, and his breath was short of breath, and he moaned from his sweaty throat.

"……Cool…"