Chapter 41

His action reminded Zhou Weian of the oral sex on him yesterday. Zhou Weian raised his head blankly to look at He Songyang: Yes, do you want to use your mouth?

He Songyang lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth slightly: What do you think?

Zhou Wei'an lay between He Songyang's legs, his heart pounding. He reached out to touch He Songyang's crotch, and could feel the heat of the object inside through the fabric.

His fingers slowly untied He Songyang's belt, unzipped the zipper, and leaked the black corner of his underwear. From beginning to end, He Songyang just lowered his head and looked at Zhou Wei'an quietly. Zhou Wei'an occasionally looked up and saw his dark eyes, and felt that he was about to be sucked in by these eyes.

His eyelashes were trembling, recalling how He Songyang did it yesterday

He pulled down He Songyang's underwear, and the thick and hard cylinder bounced out, shaking his head. Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes in surprise, and it turned out...

Is this thing so big?

He, how did he swallow it into his body?

He Songyang leaned against the car door relaxedly, and a joking smile appeared on his lips. He said: Don't hurt me

Zhou Wei'an's face suddenly turned red to the base of his neck. He reached out to hold the hot thing and whispered: Me, I'll try to...

He opened his mouth and slowly took the end of He Songyang's genitals. He heard He Songyang lowly, his voice was timbre and sexy.

This sound seemed to give Zhou Weian a little confidence. He let go of his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked the wrinkles around his end. The strong fishy smell of secretion permeated his lips and teeth. It was supposed to be a nausea, but Zhou Weian felt that his body was getting hot.

He opened his mouth again, put his tongue flat, and slowly took He Songyang's entire front end

The thick cylinder pressed against his throat, making him feel a little uncomfortable

Zhou Wei'an frowned and looked up at He Songyang, but saw the other party with a blush on his face, his eyes closed, his nose wings gently shaking, exhaling damp and hot gas.

This is He Songyang that Zhou Weian had never seen before...

It turns out that this is what he looked like when he was addicted to desire.

Just as he could see, Zhou Wei'an's back of the head was suddenly locked. He Songyang opened his eyes, and his black eyes full of desire showed a little unpleasantness. He glared at Zhou Wei'an and said: What are you looking at? Concentrate on serving me!

Zhou Wei'an ummed twice, and the liquid that could not be swallowed was overflowing from his mouth, flowing down along He Songyang's desire.

Zhou Wei'an slowly raised his head, let the genitals be pulled out, and then relaxed his throat and swallowed it.

He Songyang gasped for several deep throats without a teacher. His cello-like voice was filled with desire. He stroked Zhou Wei'an's hair and couldn't help but move his waist, hoping that Zhou Wei'an would swallow it even deeper.

Zhou Wei'an's mouth was sour. He Songyang had no sign of ejaculation yet. He could only let go of his mouth and said with moist eyes: Mr. He...I, I can't do it anymore...

He Songyang raised his eyelids and snorted: It's useless. He hugged Zhou Wei'an's waist and asked Zhou Wei'an to sit on his lower abdomen. He said lazily: Rub it out for me.

Zhou Wei'an's mouth was still drooling that he hadn't swallowed just now. He raised his waist and asked He Songyang to take off his school pants and underwear. His two white butts just clamped the thick and hard genitals in the middle.

When the hot genitals touched the private parts, Zhou Wei'an couldn't help but tremble. He supported He Songyang's lower abdomen with his palms. He Songyang licked his lips, and his voice was hoarse: Why? He won't move anymore?

Zhou Wei'an himself also got an erection. He knew that He Songyang was as unbearable as him at this time.

He knelt on the seat of the car, slowly lifted his buttocks, spread his buttocks, clamped He Songyang's desire between his buttocks, and then swung his waist and rubbed against He Songyang's thick genitals

This feeling is really hard to describe. It is not like the pleasure of sucking it when directly inserted, but it has another strong feeling that makes people's heart go up and down

He Songyang's low and thick panting mixed with Zhou Wei'an's small nasal sound, which made people's blood rush

The flesh intersected and made a crisp sound of slapping the flesh, and the sticky sound of water were clearly heard in the narrow car

Zhou Wei'an's genitals rubbed against He Songyang's lower abdomen as he moved. He Songyang reached out and grabbed the tender thing and started to stroke it gently.

Zhou Wei'an let out an unbearable breath, he swung his waist and begged for mercy: Mr. He... don't touch...

Don't touch it? Do you want me to ejaculate just by rubbing? He Songyang laughed, why didn't I find you a pervert before?

Zhou Weian whispered: No, no... But now he is sitting on a man, rubbing his private parts against the man's lower body, and he is so hard that he hurts. No one will believe that he is not lustful...

He Songyang did not touch him anymore, but reached out to pinch the two pink nipples on his snow-white chest, and casually twisted the two small pieces of meat. He said: Hurry up, I am not the one who will go to school tomorrow.

Zhou Wei'an was burning red after being told, and could only shake his butt and stroke He Songyang's things again, but his waist was sore, and he had leaked semen several times under him, but He Songyang still had no reaction to ejaculation.

Woo... Zhou Wei'an lowered his head, and was so anxious that he was about to cry. His waist was so soft that he could hardly hold back He Songyang was itchy because of his appearance. He hugged the person and pressed him on the seat.

Ah... Zhou Wei'an was kissed by He Songyang in a daze, and his legs were wrapped around He Songyang's waist. He Songyang's hot genitals were mixed with cold lubricant and sandwiched between his buttocks, and his butt was picked up.

He Songyang swung his waist and thrust quickly between Zhou Wei'an's legs, so fast that it almost made Zhou Wei'an dizzy

He hugged He Songyang's neck and moaned in a mess. The legs were inserted into a mess. Without any comfort, several streams of semen ejaculated. Just when the legs were so worn out, He Songyang finally ejaculated.

The white turbid sprayed on Zhou Wei'an's butt was hit hard by force.

Zhou Wei'an collapsed softly on the seat, his body was soaked with sweat, and his lower body was also wet. He Songyang opened the insulation box specially installed in the front seat, took a hot towel to wipe Zhou Wei'an's body carefully.

Zhou Wei'an was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He Songyang took the thin quilt and wrapped him in it. When he was about to get up, Zhou Wei'an pulled his wrist.

He Songyang asked: What's wrong?

Zhou Wei'an opened his moist eyes in a daze: Don't leave, Mr. He...

He Songyang was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to have been hit by something in his heart. He couldn't help but bend down and hug Zhou Weian through the quilt. Zhou Weian wrapped his neck around him, and the breath he exhaled slowly became calm.

What a coquettish guy... He Songyang looked at his sleeping face and couldn't help but kiss his scorching lips

At 6:30 the next day, the alarm clock rang on time

Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes in a daze, pressed the alarm clock, and got out of bed

He Songyang turned over on the bed, grabbed him, and then opened his eyes reluctantly.

Zhou Wei'an said: Ah, Mr. He, good morning

He Songyang said yes, grabbed his hair and sat up. He was not wearing pajamas, and his upper body was exposed with smooth lines. Zhou Wei'an turned his eyes away embarrassedly and said: Me, my school uniform...

He Songyang yawned: Yes, I took it to my aunt yesterday to wash it

Zhou Wei'an quickly stood up and walked out: Yes, I, I'll get it!

He ran out of the bedroom and indeed smelled the fragrance of breakfast. He Songyang really invited his aunt to come to his house!

The aunt came out of the kitchen and happened to see Zhou Wei'an standing silly on the stairs in a daze. She smiled and said: Young Master, good morning

Zhou Weian subconsciously returned: Good morning... He suddenly came to his senses, his face turned red, I, I am not a little master...

The aunt looks over fifties and her smile looks very warm, which makes Zhou Wei feel good about her aunt and said: The young master is about to change his clothes, and breakfast is ready.

Zhou Wei'an was really embarrassed by her screaming like this. He said: Ah, aunt, my school uniform...

When the aunt heard this, she immediately helped him to get the school uniform on the balcony. Yesterday, the clothes that should have been covered with sweat and semen had been washed clean, exuding the fragrance of washing powder. When Zhou Weian thought that it was the aunt who washed away the dirty things with his hands, he was so embarrassed that he had no shame to see others.

After going to the bathroom to change clothes, after washing up, He Songyang also got up when he came out, sat at the dining table and read the newspaper to serve him porridge. He said: I won't eat it, it's too early, I'll be hungry in a while

Auntie said: It’s better to eat some first to cushion your belly.

Zhou Wei'an came over and sat down. The aunt wanted to serve him porridge again. Zhou Wei'an quickly said: I, I'll do it myself!

I have to say that the aunt's craftsmanship is really good, the porridge is smooth and fragrant, and it is much better than Zhou Wei'an.

Zhou Wei'an drank a few bowls, ate several meat buns, milk, eggs, and her belly was full of roundness.

He Songyang wanted to send him to school. Before going out, the aunt asked: What do you want to eat at noon? I will take it to school.

Zhou Wei'an was shocked: No, no need to worry, I'll eat in the cafeteria at noon

He Songyang said: If you have any trouble, just say whatever you want

The aunt also laughed: Yes, please don't be polite, Master

Zhou Wei'an had no choice but to bite the bullet and said a few dishes. The aunt wrote down with a smile.

Sitting in the car, Zhou Wei'an said embarrassedly: Why do you want me to call me Young Master Ah? It's obvious that they only call Mr. He's "Mr."

He Songyang said: Maybe I want to love you, she raised me when I was a child. I always called me Young Master, not feudal society

Zhou Wei'an laughed: Mr. He had also been called Young Master Ah... He suddenly felt a little confused. What did Mr. He look like when he was a child?

He Songyang glanced at him: What's wrong?

Zhou Wei'an said: Because when he met Mr. He, Mr. He was like this now. What did Mr. He look like when he was young?

He Songyang said unhappily: What are you doing? So what if you see what I used to be? Don’t think about it, just accept me, this old guy.

Zhou Weian didn't say anything at once, He Songyang seemed to be a little unbearable, and he said: Do you don't like the older Ah

Ah? Zhou Weian was stunned, no Ah...

He Songyang is so mean to him: I warn you, you have no choice. I was very handsome in high school, much better than you now, high school students who are not dry...

Zhou Wei'an tilted his head and said: Mr. He is also very handsome now

He Songyang suddenly stopped talking. After a while, he said fiercely: Annoying, so annoying, nonsense, I know if you don't want to say it.

Zhou Wei'an felt that He Songyang seemed to blush, but he felt that it must be his own illusion.

How could Mr. He be shy?