Shen Shujie's next play is a true character, a dessert shop manager who helps the heroine a lot. After reading the script at home, he asked the housekeeper to find a set of chef clothes for him, and wanted to wear it and feel it.
He was standing in the yard fiddling with the ingredients, and when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Haofeng standing not far away looking at him, Shen Shujie waved at him, and Jiang Haofeng walked over.
Shen Shujie looked at him a little strangely, and asked with a smile, "When did you come back?"
"It's been a while."
"It's weird that I'm wearing this?"
"No."
"The next drama plays the manager of a dessert shop." Shen Shujie continued his movements: "I baked some cookies, do you want to eat them?"
Jiang Haofeng put his hands in his pockets and did not answer or move.
Shen Shujie was a little puzzled: "What's the matter with you, Jiang Haofeng?" He picked up a cookie and walked over: "Don't you want to eat it?"
Young Master Jiang glanced at his slender waist wrapped in the apron, and his throat was a little dry.
"What's the matter?" Shen Shujie was a little uneasy when he saw that he was indifferent to the biscuits he fed to his mouth. He put his hands on Jiang Haofeng's neck and kissed him gently: "What's the matter? What happened?"
Jiang Haofeng suddenly pulled his hands out of his pockets and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and then pushed him against the table. He supported the table with one hand and untied the apron around Shen Shujie's waist. Shen Shujie saw him like this. He let out a sigh of relief: "I thought something happened, don't you think I won't tell you?"
Young Master Jiang kissed his mouth a little unhappily: "Do you have to say it?"
"How do you know if you don't tell me?"
Young Master Jiang ignored it, but this did not affect the movements of Young Master Jiang's hands. He tore off Shen Shujie's apron and began to unbutton his trousers. Then he stretched his hand into his trousers and kneaded, Shen Shujie's legs being served by him were soft. Unable to hold on: "Are you going to fuck me at the dinner table?"
Jiang Haofeng crushed his upper body on the dining table, then took off his trousers and put his long legs around his waist. Shen Shujie felt that today's Jiang Haofeng was a little too excited, Jiang Haofeng took off the chef's clothes and stuck out his tongue. Licking his nipples, rubbing his penis with one hand, Shen Shujie kept moaning at the thrill of being stimulated, he really didn't know what made Jiang Haofeng straighten himself on the spot today: "Jiang... En Jiang Haofeng, what happened to you today..."
Young Master Jiang's movements were getting faster and faster, and the movements of his mouth didn't stop at all. Shen Shujie felt that he was about to fall, he held Jiang Haofeng's face and kissed him: "Jiang Haofeng... Jiang Haofeng slow... It's coming out... well... hurry up... "
Jiang Haofeng showed no mercy at all. Shen Shujie resisted the pleasure he brought, but still shot it in his hand. Young master Jiang used the semen in his hand as lubrication and slowly inserted it into Shen Shujie's back hole. He could only hook his waist and groan: "Ah you... what the hell happened today... Jiang Haofeng... come in... don't let it in... "
Jiang Haofeng unbuttoned his trousers, the thick penis felt the soft back hole, and slowly pushed it in, Shen Shujie hugged his back tightly, his voice with a faint cry: "Well...too...too big now…”
Jiang Haofeng rubbed his body hard, his voice was hoarse and low: "Do you like it?"
"Like... um... it's so comfortable... my husband is amazing, um... "
Jiang Haofeng held him violently for a while, and finally shot him into his body. Shen Shujie was paralyzed on the dining table. Jiang Haofeng helped him clean up and carried him horizontally into the house. Shen Shujie hooked him weakly. neck: "What the hell happened today?"
Jiang Haofeng bowed his head and kissed him: "The chef's clothes are beautiful."
The first time I saw you, I wanted to do this to you.