Long Island High School

That day, He Wenzhou and Song Jing didn't stay at the bar for long before they were dragged to the pool table by the men.It was an independent room, with thick curtains hung all around, so it was impervious to light, except for a lamp above the head, which illuminated the table.

Among the four, Song Jing didn't play, and no one dared to force him.He Wenzhou played on the table for a while, feeling bored, turned around and saw Song Jing chatting with another male classmate on the sofa.

He was holding a lady's cigarette, and the ashes of the ash hung precariously on his finger. He held it in his mouth and took a puff until it was almost burnt out. The smoke curled up, enveloping him in a hazy dream. inside.

He Wenzhou walked over and joined the chat.He was standing and Song Jing was sitting.The male classmate wanted to make room for the two of them, but he held him down.

He Wenzhou's black pupils stared at Song Jing: "Excuse me."

Song Jing raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to fall on him, but also didn't seem to fall on him.

He said in a cool and pleasant voice, "There is a lighter."

"It's so troublesome."

He Wenzhou bent down and moved closer, trying to light a cigarette with the light of the flickering fire on Song Jing's finger.Song Jing had no choice but to suck it in his mouth. The two leaned against each other, head to head, very close at hand. After a moment, He Wenzhou finished lighting his cigarette and stood up straight: "You have changed a lot."

Song Jing said: "I was always like this."

The face of the male student was twisted, and He Wenzhou sat on the small table in the middle without realizing how awkward it was.The only person on the table said: "Hey, come up someone, don't run away."

Song Jing got up and went on stage.

After he went up, he began to clear the table, simple and rude, and the ball fell into the pocket.The man wailed, do you want to do this, is it a genius to play billiards?He Wenzhou didn't say much, just watched silently from the side.

The Song Jing he knew never knew how to play, and even if he did, he brought him along.From playing to sexual ability, Song Jing didn't come from his teaching.The Song Jing in front of him was quite different from the Song Jing in his memory. There were several wine glasses on the small table near the table, and the honey-colored wine belonged to Song Jing.Song Jing played until there were not many balls left on the table. Tonight was his show alone. At some point, He Wenzhou stood up suddenly, holding the cue and sticking it behind him.

Song Jing's shirt sleeves were rolled up, his back was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and even the back of his neck was moist pink.He Wenzhou stuck behind him to wipe the head of the club like this. He tensed his back for no reason, and bent down like an elegant leopard, his eyes aimed at the ball on the table. The location of the bag stopped.

He Wenzhou was replaced.

Song Jing unconsciously took the wine glass behind him, and found that the glass had been replaced with transparent sparkling water.He looked at He Wenzhou through the dim light. He Wenzhou hit the white ball with one shot and easily pocketed the stranded ball. The reaction force of the white ball turned into an arc. He Wenzhou changed positions and pocketed another ball. , the last white ball spins slowly, and hits the last black ball into the bag.

Song Jing said: "Is it interesting?"

He Wenzhou remained silent, picked up Song Jing's wine glass on the table, drank the sparkling water he hadn't finished, and licked his lips.

"What do you say?"

Song Jing pulled down He Wenzhou's collar, still had cold sparkling water in his mouth, mixed with the aroma of honey spirits, and kissed him hard.

The two kissed on the bright pool table, Song Jing's tongue was soft and slippery, but very powerful, like a fish getting into He Wenzhou's mouth, grabbing the tip of his tongue and sucking it as if there was nothing there.He Wenzhou had goose bumps trembling from his scalp to his back.He wanted to grab the little fish, and tightly held Song Jing's waist with both hands.Song Jing's waist was very hot, exuding a steady stream of heat, it was so thin and flexible that he could pinch it with one hand.The two were very close, the shirt was tightly stuck to the skin, and the moist heat gushed out from the neck, which was so fragrant.He grabbed Song Jing's waist and brought it into his arms, but the little fish slyly dodged it. Song Jing pushed his chest with his fingers, tilted his head back, and pulled out a wet sticky thread between his lips. He lost his mind, Just a kiss.

The corners of Song Jing's eyes were slightly red, and his lips were wet. He squinted at He Wenzhou, and stuffed the car keys into his shirt pocket.

"You drive."

He Wenzhou was set on fire.

The car soared two hundred yards and galloped on the road.Song Jing sat in the co-pilot seat. His small car couldn't bear He Wenzhou's speed at all, and the chassis almost flew off.Song Jing looked out the window, but couldn't tell whether he was drunk or not.Anyway, He Wenzhou didn't drink a drop of wine.

At the gate of Song Jing's house, they kissed each other.

Song Jing's warm and powerful tongue taught him what kind of rank the 26-year-old Song Jing is.He was strange and full of strength, and pressed him against the door panel and kissed him with tongue as soon as he entered the entrance.The slippery tongue sticks out, with a gushing taste of wine.He wasn't impatient to tease, he just grabbed the tip of his tongue and sucked it firmly and forcefully.Because he was so direct and enthusiastic, He Wenzhou's face blushed suddenly, his breathing was a little unsteady, and he was so kissed that he was helpless.

Song Jing kissed him for a while, saw that his face was flushed and he was almost out of breath, so he pinched his jaw, forcing the tongue out involuntarily, caught by him, like a tiger preying on it, he kissed and sucked vigorously.

"Wait, wait for a while..."

He Wenzhou couldn't stand his savage French pro-French, so close that he was about to explode.

Song Jing looked at him and really stopped.

He gasped for breath while leaning on the door panel, shaking his hand in surrender.Unexpectedly, Song Jing grabbed his collar, dragged him all the way into the bedroom, and threw him into the bed.

Like a rude general, he took off his shoes, his leather belt fell to the floor, and his pants and socks were ripped off.Clinking things fell to the ground.But in an instant, he was stripped down to a pair of underwear.

He clutched his shirt tightly, refusing to take it off again.Song Jing gave up and began to take off his clothes.He also took off his clothes neatly, stripping himself naked and taking off his underwear.

The white shirt was thrown on the ground, and the black trousers were trampled under his feet. Standing naked in front of him like this, the temptation was too great, like a dream.

He stared blankly at him.

Song Jing said, "Do you want to take a bath?"

He Wenzhou's throat tightened, his mind was dizzy: "No need."

Song Jing crawled over and leaned over to kiss him.

His kiss was like a bite, hard and painful.The two kissed like wolves and tigers, burning each other until nothing was left.

Song Jing's place is clean, nothing.He Wenzhou looked for usable things in the cabinet, turned the inside crackling and threw things out, but found nothing.

Song Jing held him down and prevented him from escaping.

He kissed him so intimately and viciously, from the eyes, eyelashes, to the mouth, grabbed his throat, grinded and bit, He Wenzhou was dizzy and his body was terribly hot, waiting for him to capture and torture.

Everything about him was controlled by Song Jing, and every nerve trembled with Song Jing.

Song Jing's marks were stamped on his soul, and he was his.Song Jing kissed lightly on the ring of his ring finger.

He shivered and threw the ring as far as he could.