Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

Chapter 8

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After dinner, the emperor listened to the prime minister talking about the sufferings of the people for half an hour. Feeling that the food in his stomach had been digested, he urged the prime minister to go to bed.

The prime minister had been talking to him for so long, but he didn't expect that his mind was only full of such things, what a fool! The prime minister was so angry that he wanted to hit the pillar, but his followers were not there, and no one would stop him if he bumped into the pillar, so he couldn't really hit the pillar.

Under the coercion and temptation of the emperor, the prime minister had no choice but to take a bath and make preparations by the way. When doing it, the emperor wanted to come in to help, but was kicked out by bad words. Had to give up.

After it was finished, he wore a tulle skirt and walked into the bedroom. The emperor was already lying on the bed. Seeing the prime minister coming in, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand to make all the palace people leave.

The prime minister moved to the bed, opened the gauze skirt, and had a full view. The emperor was about to move, but he was still too embarrassed to look at it. He turned around and took off his own. The two climbed onto the bed on their own, naked, and lay on their backs looking at the bed curtain.

The emperor turned around first, broke the deadlock, and showed an attitude of not being ashamed to ask, "What do Gu need to do next?"

Before the prime minister could answer, he tried to reach behind the prime minister, spread his plump buttocks, and put his index finger into it, just like yesterday.

Good students never passively wait for the teacher to answer.

The prime minister knew that tonight would be different. Holding back his embarrassment, he encouraged the emperor, "Yes, then slowly press and expand in all directions..."

The prime minister put his arms around the emperor's shoulders, and buried his head in his arms. As the prime minister said, the emperor circled with his index finger, pressed and kneaded around. The wrinkles at the mouth of the acupuncture point gradually disappeared under the expansion, and the water from the plum blossom cream flowed down.

The prime minister couldn't help humming, grabbed the emperor's arms and said, "Be heavier..."

The emperor heard the words and added two points of strength.

"Put another finger in..."

Like the best student, he knows everything. When one finger could go in and out smoothly, I squeezed the middle finger in again, pressing slowly, digging and rotating the fingers in the depths, imitating the penetration during intercourse.

One more finger.

The emperor still slowed down, for fear of hurting the prime minister. Letting the huge thing under him swell, press against the prime minister's leg, ready to go.

After a long time, the emperor said hoarsely, "Is it all right now?"

The prime minister murmured a soft "hmm" in the emperor's arms, and he definitely did not have the momentum to hit the pillar in front of the palace. He raised his legs, clamped the emperor's waist, put his hands up, hugged the emperor's neck, put it close to his ear, and said, "Put it in."

It was as clear as the sound of freshly melted ice water falling from the red tiles of the palace in early spring, and the emperor's heartbeat missed two beats.

The emperor removed the three fingers in the acupuncture point, turned over to the top of the prime minister, lifted the prime minister to hold his legs, put his palm on the tip of the buttocks again, pushed it aside to reveal the fully expanded acupuncture point, and supported himself with one hand The head of the hard object was placed in front of the hole, and the secret point shrank inward due to the prime minister's nervousness.

The emperor comforted, "Don't be nervous." In fact, he was so nervous that his forehead was already sweating.

Then he supported the huge thing and slowly stuffed it in. The soft flesh around him prevented it from entering. It stopped and went, and forced it in for a while with some strength. The prime minister snorted and stopped quickly.

The emperor said, "It's too tight inside." It's also too hot, and every part of the soft flesh is clinging to his things, vying for favor.

The prime minister wrapped his arms around the emperor's neck tightly again, feeling that the hard object that hadn't been stuffed in was even growing. He gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and pressed his lower body forward. After eating most of it, he sweated from the pain, and his face turned pale.