Aesthetic Formula

Chapter 34: A little spicy

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Huo Zhixiao's waist was stuck between Ding Yinan's legs, and the tips of his two tongues were intertwined again, with almost equal dexterity, they all hooked the deepest desire in the other's heart.

It's obviously a point-and-shoot mutual help, but it's really like the foreplay of making love.

Huo Zhixiao's right hand penetrated into the heel of his long-coveted leg, but at this moment Ding Yinan suddenly grabbed his wrist, avoided his kiss and said, "You go wash your hands first."

Huo Zhixiao rubbed Ding Yinan's knee just now, and there are still traces of safflower oil on his right hand. His techniques were chaotic, not only the palms were stained red with safflower oil, but even the fingertips were stained a lot.

If this happened to Xiao Ding Ding, the taste would be so sour.

"I use my left hand."

Huo Zhixiao obviously didn't want to be interrupted anymore, he propped up on the bed with his right hand instead, and put his left hand into the white underwear from the heel of his leg.

"I didn't want you to wear these underwear just now." Huo Zhixiao licked Ding Yinan's lips while rubbing the elastic buttocks, "But this is fine now, I can take it off with my own hands."

As Huo Zhixiao said, he took off Ding Yinan's underwear and shorts. At this time, Xiao Ding Ding was already looking up. Huo Zhixiao tapped Xiao Ding Ding's bell with his left index finger, and said with his eyes bent: "Okay." cute."

Cute subtext equals small, and only small things make people feel cute. Ding Yinan has always been concerned about this matter, but Huo Zhixiao still doesn't open any pot.

"Do whatever you want," Ding Yinan frowned slightly, "There are so many nonsense."

"You don't like to hear it?" Huo Zhixiao took off all the obstacles on the two of them, pressed down again, licked the little bean on Ding Yinan's chest, and said, "Your nipples are also very cute."

The pleasure hit instantly, Ding Yinan raised his chin uncontrollably and moaned. But he quickly withdrew his chin, looked at Huo Zhixiao and said, "Can't you just keep your mouth shut?"

Ding Yinan didn't like to be so ambiguous, he admitted that Huo Zhixiao's beauty was a bit irresistible, but it was the same as him using a massage stick, it was just to solve normal needs, not to seek psychological comfort.

"Okay." Huo Zhixiao responded, and then began to concentrate on sucking Ding Yinan's nipples.

The pink little bean was quickly sucked red and swollen, and the half-hard and half-soft little penis became as stiff as a stone pillar.

"Huo Zhixiao." Ding Yinan couldn't help calling out, "Where's your hand?"

Since it is helping each other, both parties must be happy. Ding Yinan is not a white-eyed wolf who only knows how to enjoy himself, he is also rubbing Huo Zhixiao's genitals. But the strange thing is that Huo Zhixiao just licked his nipples with his mouth, but his hands didn't move at all.

"Want me to touch you?" Huo Zhixiao raised his eyes and asked.

It was a very common question, but Ding Yinan looked at Huo Zhixiao's eyes and inexplicably read other meanings.

Huo Zhixiao wanted to say something flirty.

If you don't tell, then don't touch.

Ding Yinan felt very strange, there was nothing wrong with Huo Zhixiao's eyes, but he could guess what Huo Zhixiao was thinking.

"If you don't touch it, I won't touch it either." Ding Yinan said calmly.

When it comes to making love, Ding Yinan is used to taking the initiative. Just hold it back, who is afraid of whom.

There was such a tacit understanding between the two, Huo Zhixiao understood what Ding Yinan wanted to compete with, he began to kiss Ding Yinan's earlobe, neck, chest, and finally came to the more secretive navel and lower abdomen.

Ding Yinan could feel that Huo Zhixiao's chin even touched Xiao Dingding's head. For a moment, he had the illusion that Huo Zhixiao would give him a mouth.

When thinking of this, his nerves were excited to the peak, and the little dick was about to explode.

Asking your boss to give you oral sex is probably the pinnacle of your career, right

However, Huo Zhixiao didn't take advantage of him so much, but stopped the downward momentum, turned around and kissed his waist.

The huge gap made Ding Yinan's heart itch. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of his ankle, he would have been able to press Huo Zhixiao on the bed and lick him until his whole body was itchy.

But the reality is that he really can't compete with Huo Zhixiao because he has limited mobility.

He licked his dry lips, and called out hoarsely, "Huo Zhixiao."

"Huh?" Huo Zhixiao raised his head.

"Touch me."

Ding Yinan still showed weakness.

Huo Zhixiao chuckled, picked up Ding Ding with his left glove, bit Ding Yinan's earlobe and said, "Do you like me touching you?"

"Um."

Ding Yinan is not a hypocritical person, since he has already conceded defeat, he might as well cooperate with Huo Zhixiao generously. Anyway, I have already achieved this point, if I haven't enjoyed it yet, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"Do you know how much I want to fuck you?" Huo Zhixiao asked.

"I know." Ding Yinan went in his left ear and out his right ear.

"I want to make you cry." Huo Zhixiao said, "Crying and saying brother don't want it."

Ding Yinan raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Huo Zhixiao probably didn't like this answer, so he bit Ding Yinan's lips again.

Ding Yinan suddenly found that he liked kissing Huo Zhixiao a little, it was a kind of pure enjoyment, like Tai Chi, you come and go with each other tacitly, and you won't be caught off guard by a sudden rampage.

The lower body felt better and better, Ding Yinan hooked Huo Zhixiao's waist with his uninjured leg happily.

The tightly closed pussy was exposed to the light due to his movements, Huo Zhixiao naturally inserted a finger into it.

Of course, the feeling of flanking back and forth is more enjoyable, Ding Yinan does not reject Huo Zhixiao's fingers invading his backyard. However, at this moment, a white light flashed in his mind.

Huo Zhixiao's left hand is playing with Xiao Ding Ding, and the finger sticking into his backyard is...

"Huo Zhixiao!" Ding Yinan tightened his sphincter suddenly, clamping Huo Zhixiao's fingers, "You have safflower oil in your hand!"

"Uh..." Huo Zhixiao obviously realized this, he withdrew his finger from Ding Yinan's pussy, and said with an embarrassed face, "I'll take you to wash it."

Huo Zhixiao carried Ding Yinan into the bathroom and wanted to help him clean the backyard, but Ding Yinan mercilessly drove Huo Zhixiao out.

He told Huo Zhixiao to wash his hands just now, but this person insisted on not listening, but he was the one who suffered for a long time.

Ding Yinan leaned heavily against the sink, taking water from the tap to wash his butt.

At the beginning, the cold water counteracted the feeling brought by the safflower oil, but as time went by, the cold water no longer had any effect, and the cool and hot feeling came from the chrysanthemum, which was a double world of ice and fire.

The more Ding Yinan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he even wanted to swear.

Because this safflower oil is really a bit spicy.

"Do you want to continue?"

Huo Zhixiao hugged Ding Yinan back to the bed, but he didn't take the initiative to lower himself down, which shows that he is still somewhat guilty.

Ding Yinan didn't answer, just picked up the underwear and put it on, expressing his intention.

"Sorry." Huo Zhixiao pursed his lips, "It's my fault."

Ding Yinan put on the quilt calmly, and played with his mobile phone as if no one else was there.

"Ding Zhu." Huo Zhixiao lowered his voice, with a hint of flattery in his tone, but now Ding Yinan didn't want to talk to the culprit who made him "hot eyes".

"Next time I will be careful." Huo Zhixiao said again.

Ding Yinan snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that you still want to have a next time

Huo Zhixiao should have understood his expression, and said, "You should also be able to feel that our bodies fit well."

That's another matter.

"This time the situation is special, and it will definitely not happen again next time."

That's hard to say.

"You have to believe that I didn't do it on purpose."

It doesn't mean that you can kill me like this on purpose, but if it is on purpose, then it's okay

"Ding Zhu." Huo Zhixiao called again, with a anxious tone, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Huo Zhixiao is obviously not very good at coaxing people, he can humble himself to this extent, it can be seen that Ding Yinan's ignorance really made him very upset.

Dan Ding Yinan still didn't want to talk to Huo Zhixiao, and looked at the phone in his hand motionlessly.

Huo Zhixiao rubbed the broken hair on his forehead with a headache, and returned to his bed. After a while, he hugged the computer and said to Ding Yinan: "Ding Zhu, how about showing me this design?"

This strategy is good, and it brings the topic to work. If it was normal, maybe Ding Yinan would hold back his anger and chat with Huo Zhixiao about work.

But the problem is, this topic is too unnatural, Ding Yinan is not a professional designer, how can he show Huo Zhixiao the design

Ding Yinan remained unmoved, pretending not to hear Huo Zhixiao's words.

After a while, Huo Zhixiao let out a breath, as if he had given up coaxing Ding Yinan.

The room fell silent, and Ding Yinan absently checked social software. There was still a hot feeling in his private parts, which made him not in the mood to do anything, and his mind was full of resentment towards Huo Zhixiao.

As for Huo Zhixiao on the other side, he didn't know what he was busy with, and kept sliding his fingers on the phone screen.

After a while, Ding Yinan's phone vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up on the top of the screen, which was a picture sent by Huo Zhixiao.

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he clicked on it and saw a picture of a three-hundred-year-old lying on the ground, with three large characters next to it: I was wrong.

Huo Zhixiao probably took a lot of photos and videos of Sanbaisui, and then sent a moving picture of Sanbaisui wagging his tail with the words "Don't be angry" on his head.

The image of three hundred years old overlapped with Huo Zhixiao inexplicably, and Ding Yinan seemed to see a large dog wagging its tail aggrievedly. He wanted to laugh a little, but his face was still taut, showing no flaws.

At this time, Huo Zhixiao sent another video. It was Sanbai who was blocked outside the fence, and there was his poop in the fence. He anxiously stretched out his paws to reach it, eager to eat his own poop.

This time Ding Yinan couldn't hold back any longer, and smiled softly.

Huo Zhi put down his phone, turned his head, looked at Ding Yinan and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Ding Yinan put away his smile and asked Huo Zhixiao, "Do you know how hot my ass is now?"

"Sorry." Huo Zhixiao paused, "But your butt is really hot."

One spicy is not the other hot, it's this time, Huo Zhixiao still has bad thoughts. However, he seemed to be aware of the inappropriateness, and quickly added: "I'm just joking."

Ding Yinan let out a sigh of relief, and put down the phone expressionlessly, while Huo Zhixiao was probably not sure what he meant, so he asked tentatively: "Ding Zhu, are you not angry?"

Ding Yinan didn't answer directly, he covered the quilt, turned his back, and replied lightly: "Good night."

Three hundred years old: I have paid too much for this family