Yan Yan was carried on his shoulders. He swung his legs vigorously in defiance, but became obedient after being slapped on the buttocks. However, his heart was beating like a drum.
"Punch, deduct money."
He was a little out of breath, and realized through his flipped vision that Zhuang Yiyun had pushed open the door of the master bedroom. He was not as calm as he had imagined, and he didn't know how to behave at this moment. He was very nervous, much more nervous than he thought.
While he was thinking, Zhuang Yiyun had already put him down by holding his legs with one hand and supporting his back with the other.
Where to put it
**.
Zhuang Yiyun's **.
"How do you do it?" Zhuang Yiyun asked him, his voice like a pool of thick ink. He looked down at Yan Yan, lifted up his bent legs, and pushed him up a little.
Let him lie more steadily so that it would be easier for him to move forward. He pushed Yan Yan's knee apart with his left leg and knelt directly on the ** with his right leg.
Yan Yan took a breath and almost couldn't breathe. The man half-knelt on him and unbuttoned his suit, his eyes swept from his face to his legs. His deep eyes seemed to want to strip him naked with his mind, and the male hormones in his body were like fireworks exploding against his eyelids. Today was Valentine's Day, and they had a date. Zhuang Yiyun had obviously dressed up carefully for the date. It was originally meant to show solemnity, but at this moment it became fun.
Zhuang Yiyun took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. His full and powerful chest muscles and lean waist were outlined by the white shirt, and his muscle lines appeared and disappeared. Yan Yan stared at him. He felt hot and pulled his collar unconsciously.
Zhuang Yiyun grabbed his hand and helped him tie his tie.
"Help me untie it." His voice was completely hoarse.
The back of Yan Yan's hand covered by him seemed to be on fire, burning him out of patience. He grabbed Zhuang Yiyun's tie and pulled him down. Their lips touched each other, and it was painful, but it felt good after licking. Yan Yan's bright red tongue tip came out, and was suddenly held by Zhuang Yiyun.
The fire spreads across the whole prairie, leaving no grass behind.
The two of them seemed to have a natural attraction and tacit understanding. They didn't need to say anything, just a glance could understand. Zhuang Yiyun put his hands on the side of his face. Yan Yan was completely distracted and pulled at his tie, but the more he tried to untie it, the harder it was to do.
Their lips parted briefly, but as soon as their eyes met, they kissed again without hesitation.
Until Yan Yan couldn't breathe anymore and pushed the person away.
Zhuang Yiyun's heavy breathing loomed over him, and the sound of his breath made Yan Yan's eardrums numb.
"So stupid?"
Laughing at him? Damn it! Yan Yan exerted his strength, wishing he could flip him over. But he was not as strong as Zhuang Yiyun, and he didn't have the height advantage, so he couldn't flip over the waves.
Zhuang Yiyun straightened his upper body, hooked his fingers and pulled, and untied his tie lightly. Yan Yan's eyes fell on his sharp Adam's apple. This man really has everything in his aesthetic taste. People don't care about being laughed at by him just now, and throw it all aside.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Kissing wasn't enough. He raised his hand and hooked it around Zhuang Yiyun's neck, panting slightly and asking, "Zhuang Yiyun, can you do it?"
"meeting."
"You did?"
"without."
"Have you seen it?"
"without."
"Then how could you do it? Then don't make me suffer. If you can't do it, I'll do it." Yan Yan was about to turn over, but was pushed back by Zhuang Yiyun.