Although both of them were still confused about their relationship at this time, Saturday was coming as usual
Zhou Wei'an's school still has a whole day of class on Saturday. After class in the afternoon, he packed his schoolbag and slowly left the school gate. Of course, He Songyang did not come to pick him up. He took the bus to Xishan by himself.
When Zhou Wei'an arrived, the cleaning lady had not left yet. Because He Songyang had given instructions in advance, the aunt opened the door for Zhou Wei'an.
He Songyang hasn't come back yet, and the cleaning lady has just left after finishing hygiene.
Zhou Wei'an sat for a while, but still went into the kitchen
The kitchen of Xishan Villa is quite complete, probably because He Songyang lives here the most time, so there are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator.
After Zhou Wei'an came to cook, the refrigerator would add new ingredients from time to time
Zhou Weian thought about it, but rolled up his sleeves and started cooking
He Songyang has not contacted Zhou Wei'an since that day, but he started to restlessly and frequently looked at his watch when he was two days away from Saturday.
On Saturday afternoon, he knew that Zhou Wei'an was coming, but he still delayed in the company for a long time before he returned.
When he arrived at the western mountain, Zhou Wei'an had indeed arrived. He Songyang looked at Zhou Wei'an's shoes in the entrance hall and guessed what the other party was doing. What he didn't expect was that Zhou Wei'an was actually cooking.
He Songyang saw Zhou Wei'an busy in an apron at the kitchen door. He felt a little moved and he deliberately coughed. Zhou Wei'an was startled and turned around to see him.
Zhou Wei'an said carefully: Mr. He
He Songyang was too lazy to worry about calling him brother, and the relationship between them was not as scruple as before, and now it was more like a deal between them.
He Songyang said yes, and didn't say much more Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, so he had to continue to work on his own
He Songyang watched for a while, and saw that Zhou Wei'an was stiff and knew that it was his relationship, so he went back to the living room to watch TV.
After He Songyang left, Zhou Weian breathed a sigh of relief and moved faster. Not long after, a few dishes were served on the table.
The two of them had awkward atmosphere and didn't talk too much during the period
After eating, Zhou Weian cleaned everything again and didn't know what to do, so he had to wipe his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
He walked to He Songyang and whispered: That, can you do it quickly?
He Songyang was stunned when he heard this. He thought he had heard it wrong, and he said: What did you say?
Zhou Weian mustered up the courage and said: I, I want to go home early
When He Songyang heard this, he was furious. He suppressed the anger in his heart, curled his lips and smiled coldly: This is your attitude?
Before Zhou Wei'an could answer, he changed his posture and leaned lazily on the sofa: Zhou Wei'an, don't forget that it seems you who owe money?
Zhou Wei'an bit his lower lip, looking a little embarrassed and said: Then, what should I do?
He Songyang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and then said: You... kneel down first
Zhou Weian was stunned: What?
He Songyang stretched out his tone: I asked you to kneel down, don’t you understand?
In fact, the most basic link in SM is the sub kneeling to DM. Except for the DM command, sub is not allowed to be on par with DM during the process.
But Zhou Wei'an didn't understand these things. He thought that going to bed was just to be obediently on the bed, and he could do it.
Seeing that Zhou Wei'an was still stunned, He Songyang was not in a hurry. After finally waiting for Zhou Wei'an to finish his psychological struggle, his knees were slightly bent, He Songyang suddenly said: Wait
Zhou Wei'an has heard of a man who has gold under his knees, kneeling down on the sky and kneeling on his parents.
When he decided to kneel down, he still felt humiliated, so when He Songyang said this, he even felt that He Songyang still had a warm feeling. Such an order might just be joking with him.
However, He Songyang said in the next sentence: I took off my clothes... Well, just wear that apron
Zhou Wei'an's face turned pale, and his eyes moved to the kitchen. The apron he had just worn was hanging next to the refrigerator. The pink pattern and lace lace were obvious to be the women's apron bought by the aunt who cooked before.
I didn’t think I was wearing it when I was cooking just now, but in this situation, what did he wear naked?
Zhou Weian just thought about it himself and felt that pornography was so terrible!
He looked embarrassed and said: I...
He Songyang narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: Do you want to reject me? But... it seems that you have the final say now, right?
Zhou Weian knew that he had no choice, so he didn't resist anymore and went into the kitchen to get the apron.
He walked to He Songyang, took off all his clothes with a blushing face. When he took off his underwear, he was very slow, as if he wanted He Songyang to stop at any time, but He Songyang did not make any noise
The underwear was removed to the ankles, and Zhou Wei'an's snow-white buttocks and the organs between his legs were exposed to the air. Fortunately, there were constant temperature facilities in the villa, so it was not too cold.
Small particles still appeared on Zhou Wei'an's skin. He lowered his face and was at a loss under He Songyang's close gaze. Finally, he put on the apron and barely covered his body.
He Songyang nodded with satisfaction, but Zhou Wei'an still didn't look at him and slowly knelt down.
The floor of the villa is covered with carpets. When kneeling, your knees will not be too cold or painful.
Zhou Wei'an thought at the beginning that such a large villa was covered with carpets, and I don't know how much it would cost to maintain it. Now it seems that it has a unique meaning.
The young man's young body was covered under the apron with few fabrics, with his neck, collarbone and shoulders all visible. The red fruit on his chest was also covered under the lace of the apron. His fair skin was flushed and looked extremely delicious.
He Songyang bent down and gently raised Zhou Wei'an's chin. He suddenly asked: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth foolishly He Songyang said again: Are you dressing so sexy, are you trying to seduce me? Well, little maid?
Zhou Wei'an's face turned red at first, then the blood faded away, revealing a hint of whiteness, he wanted to lower his head, but his chin was pinched hard, He Songyang asked again: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an learned his lesson and said in a trembling voice: I, I am... a little maid...
He Songyang was very satisfied. He stroked Zhou Wei'an's chin and asked again: Little maid, what do you want to do when you dress like this?
Zhou Wei'an lowered his eyes, but his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably. He whispered: Hook, seduce...
This was almost his limit. These words were so shameful. He just said these words, and his face was almost so hot that it could boil eggs.
He Songyang also let him go, lowered his head and kissed his lips
My little maid is so obedient
He said that his face was very close, and his fiery breathing sprayed on Zhou Wei'an's face
Zhou Wei'an tried hard to control himself and prevent him from trembling. He Songyang lowered his head again, kissed his neck all the way, slid across his round shoulders, and finally covered his apron, holding the protrusion on his chest.
Ah!
Zhou Wei'an couldn't help but scream. He Songyang grabbed his shoulder and refused to let him back. He sucked and licked the protruding flesh repeatedly. The apron dyed the liquid in his mouth, and it gradually became transparent. You could see the pink flesh that was completely erect from the areola below.
Zhou Wei'an's face was flushed, and he held He Songyang's head and wanted to push it out: No, don't lick it anymore...
He Songyang said: Don’t lick it? But you can see it yourself, it’s so hard! As he said, he flicked Zhou Weian’s nipples with his fingers. Zhou Weian was so scared that he almost cried.
No, it hurts so much... Zhou Wei'an's eyes were filled with mist, and his shoulders were shrinking, trying to protect his chest
The more this expression was, the more He Songyang wanted to bully him
He Songyang pulled away the apron that was in trouble, pinched his nipples, and used his fingernails to scratch the small nipples on the flesh. Zhou Wei'an's waist was so irritated that he grabbed He Songyang's wrist with a confused expression: No, don't...
He Songyang said badly, lifted the hem of the apron and saw that Zhou Weian had already hardened, and his hard organs pushed up the apron
He Songyang was very satisfied. He raised his head and kissed Zhou Wei'an's mouth, pushed his tongue in, slid his hand to Zhou Wei'an's lower body, grabbed the hard part, and quickly stroked it.
After Zhou Wei'an entered puberty, he was never touched by anyone other than himself. Only then did he realize that the feeling of touching others and touching himself is completely different.
He opened his mouth and gasped violently, but was kissed deeper by He Songyang's flexible lips and tongue. The double pleasure almost suffocated him.
He surrendered soon after, and his white turbid shot his pink apron dirty. His knees were pulled open. The lace in his thighs were slightly covered by the apron, making him look extremely slutty and seductive.
He Songyang frivolously raised the edge of the apron with his little finger, and the closed mouth was exposed.
Little maid, why do you have only an asshole and no flower hole?
He Songyang asked sarcastically, his fingers streaked across Zhou Wei'an's perineum, Zhou Wei'an trembled sensitively, and the muscles on the inner thighs were slightly twitching.
He barely supported the floor and did not let himself be too embarrassed, and explained in a low voice: I, I am a man...
Oh? It turns out that he is a little servant? Why are you wearing a girl's apron... You Ah, you are so sexy than a woman!
After He Songyang said this, he pressed Zhou Wei'an on the ground, grabbed the lubricant prepared on the coffee table, inserted the special small tube into Zhou Wei'an's back hole, slightly squeezed the bottle body, and the lubricant squeezed into Zhou Wei'an's body.
Zhou Weian shouted out of control: No, no! Too much...AhAhAhAh... He twisted his butt to get rid of the horror feeling of being lubricant enema, but He Songyang slapped it hard on his buttocks
He Songyang's voice is quiet: Be quiet!
Zhou Wei'an didn't dare to move, and more lubricants slipped into his intestines. His upper body fell on the carpet in a daze, his legs were bent and opened, and a small tube was contained in the anus. The lubricant in the bottle slid into his body along the pipe, and the excess liquid leaked out from the hole, flowing wet all over his lower body.
Seeing that it was almost done, He Songyang pulled out the small tube and let out a slight popping sound and lubricant flowed out more. He Songyang easily inserted a finger into Zhou Wei'an's body.
Zhou Wei'an opened his mouth slightly and gasped slightly. He Songyang turned his fingers, and the intestines were wet and he added another finger.
Little slut, your little asshole is not bad with the woman's vagina
He Songyang's breath was also unstable. He leaned against Zhou Wei'an's ear, and said vulgar words in a low voice, which was wet and hot inside, sucking me tightly...
No, stop talking... Zhou Wei'an bit his lip and tears flowed down
He Songyang poked his intestines with two fingers and then retreated. Before he could shrink, a round little thing was stuffed in.
What, what? Zhou Wei'an realized that the thing in his body was not his fingers, and was a little panicked. He Songyang showed a bad smile: Have you seen it before? Let you see it, this is a vibrator
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the switch
The violent vibration made Zhou Wei'an almost unable to bear it. He screamed loudly. He grabbed He Songyang's arm and burst into tears: AhAhAhAh... Help, turn it off! Turn it off! AhAhAh Please... Woooo AhAh!... His body twitched, and several streams of semen ejaculated from his genitals.
Zhou Wei'an's school still has a whole day of class on Saturday. After class in the afternoon, he packed his schoolbag and slowly left the school gate. Of course, He Songyang did not come to pick him up. He took the bus to Xishan by himself.
When Zhou Wei'an arrived, the cleaning lady had not left yet. Because He Songyang had given instructions in advance, the aunt opened the door for Zhou Wei'an.
He Songyang hasn't come back yet, and the cleaning lady has just left after finishing hygiene.
Zhou Wei'an sat for a while, but still went into the kitchen
The kitchen of Xishan Villa is quite complete, probably because He Songyang lives here the most time, so there are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator.
After Zhou Wei'an came to cook, the refrigerator would add new ingredients from time to time
Zhou Weian thought about it, but rolled up his sleeves and started cooking
He Songyang has not contacted Zhou Wei'an since that day, but he started to restlessly and frequently looked at his watch when he was two days away from Saturday.
On Saturday afternoon, he knew that Zhou Wei'an was coming, but he still delayed in the company for a long time before he returned.
When he arrived at the western mountain, Zhou Wei'an had indeed arrived. He Songyang looked at Zhou Wei'an's shoes in the entrance hall and guessed what the other party was doing. What he didn't expect was that Zhou Wei'an was actually cooking.
He Songyang saw Zhou Wei'an busy in an apron at the kitchen door. He felt a little moved and he deliberately coughed. Zhou Wei'an was startled and turned around to see him.
Zhou Wei'an said carefully: Mr. He
He Songyang was too lazy to worry about calling him brother, and the relationship between them was not as scruple as before, and now it was more like a deal between them.
He Songyang said yes, and didn't say much more Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, so he had to continue to work on his own
He Songyang watched for a while, and saw that Zhou Wei'an was stiff and knew that it was his relationship, so he went back to the living room to watch TV.
After He Songyang left, Zhou Weian breathed a sigh of relief and moved faster. Not long after, a few dishes were served on the table.
The two of them had awkward atmosphere and didn't talk too much during the period
After eating, Zhou Weian cleaned everything again and didn't know what to do, so he had to wipe his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
He walked to He Songyang and whispered: That, can you do it quickly?
He Songyang was stunned when he heard this. He thought he had heard it wrong, and he said: What did you say?
Zhou Weian mustered up the courage and said: I, I want to go home early
When He Songyang heard this, he was furious. He suppressed the anger in his heart, curled his lips and smiled coldly: This is your attitude?
Before Zhou Wei'an could answer, he changed his posture and leaned lazily on the sofa: Zhou Wei'an, don't forget that it seems you who owe money?
Zhou Wei'an bit his lower lip, looking a little embarrassed and said: Then, what should I do?
He Songyang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and then said: You... kneel down first
Zhou Weian was stunned: What?
He Songyang stretched out his tone: I asked you to kneel down, don’t you understand?
In fact, the most basic link in SM is the sub kneeling to DM. Except for the DM command, sub is not allowed to be on par with DM during the process.
But Zhou Wei'an didn't understand these things. He thought that going to bed was just to be obediently on the bed, and he could do it.
Seeing that Zhou Wei'an was still stunned, He Songyang was not in a hurry. After finally waiting for Zhou Wei'an to finish his psychological struggle, his knees were slightly bent, He Songyang suddenly said: Wait
Zhou Wei'an has heard of a man who has gold under his knees, kneeling down on the sky and kneeling on his parents.
When he decided to kneel down, he still felt humiliated, so when He Songyang said this, he even felt that He Songyang still had a warm feeling. Such an order might just be joking with him.
However, He Songyang said in the next sentence: I took off my clothes... Well, just wear that apron
Zhou Wei'an's face turned pale, and his eyes moved to the kitchen. The apron he had just worn was hanging next to the refrigerator. The pink pattern and lace lace were obvious to be the women's apron bought by the aunt who cooked before.
I didn’t think I was wearing it when I was cooking just now, but in this situation, what did he wear naked?
Zhou Weian just thought about it himself and felt that pornography was so terrible!
He looked embarrassed and said: I...
He Songyang narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: Do you want to reject me? But... it seems that you have the final say now, right?
Zhou Weian knew that he had no choice, so he didn't resist anymore and went into the kitchen to get the apron.
He walked to He Songyang, took off all his clothes with a blushing face. When he took off his underwear, he was very slow, as if he wanted He Songyang to stop at any time, but He Songyang did not make any noise
The underwear was removed to the ankles, and Zhou Wei'an's snow-white buttocks and the organs between his legs were exposed to the air. Fortunately, there were constant temperature facilities in the villa, so it was not too cold.
Small particles still appeared on Zhou Wei'an's skin. He lowered his face and was at a loss under He Songyang's close gaze. Finally, he put on the apron and barely covered his body.
He Songyang nodded with satisfaction, but Zhou Wei'an still didn't look at him and slowly knelt down.
The floor of the villa is covered with carpets. When kneeling, your knees will not be too cold or painful.
Zhou Wei'an thought at the beginning that such a large villa was covered with carpets, and I don't know how much it would cost to maintain it. Now it seems that it has a unique meaning.
The young man's young body was covered under the apron with few fabrics, with his neck, collarbone and shoulders all visible. The red fruit on his chest was also covered under the lace of the apron. His fair skin was flushed and looked extremely delicious.
He Songyang bent down and gently raised Zhou Wei'an's chin. He suddenly asked: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth foolishly He Songyang said again: Are you dressing so sexy, are you trying to seduce me? Well, little maid?
Zhou Wei'an's face turned red at first, then the blood faded away, revealing a hint of whiteness, he wanted to lower his head, but his chin was pinched hard, He Songyang asked again: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an learned his lesson and said in a trembling voice: I, I am... a little maid...
He Songyang was very satisfied. He stroked Zhou Wei'an's chin and asked again: Little maid, what do you want to do when you dress like this?
Zhou Wei'an lowered his eyes, but his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably. He whispered: Hook, seduce...
This was almost his limit. These words were so shameful. He just said these words, and his face was almost so hot that it could boil eggs.
He Songyang also let him go, lowered his head and kissed his lips
My little maid is so obedient
He said that his face was very close, and his fiery breathing sprayed on Zhou Wei'an's face
Zhou Wei'an tried hard to control himself and prevent him from trembling. He Songyang lowered his head again, kissed his neck all the way, slid across his round shoulders, and finally covered his apron, holding the protrusion on his chest.
Ah!
Zhou Wei'an couldn't help but scream. He Songyang grabbed his shoulder and refused to let him back. He sucked and licked the protruding flesh repeatedly. The apron dyed the liquid in his mouth, and it gradually became transparent. You could see the pink flesh that was completely erect from the areola below.
Zhou Wei'an's face was flushed, and he held He Songyang's head and wanted to push it out: No, don't lick it anymore...
He Songyang said: Don’t lick it? But you can see it yourself, it’s so hard! As he said, he flicked Zhou Weian’s nipples with his fingers. Zhou Weian was so scared that he almost cried.
No, it hurts so much... Zhou Wei'an's eyes were filled with mist, and his shoulders were shrinking, trying to protect his chest
The more this expression was, the more He Songyang wanted to bully him
He Songyang pulled away the apron that was in trouble, pinched his nipples, and used his fingernails to scratch the small nipples on the flesh. Zhou Wei'an's waist was so irritated that he grabbed He Songyang's wrist with a confused expression: No, don't...
He Songyang said badly, lifted the hem of the apron and saw that Zhou Weian had already hardened, and his hard organs pushed up the apron
He Songyang was very satisfied. He raised his head and kissed Zhou Wei'an's mouth, pushed his tongue in, slid his hand to Zhou Wei'an's lower body, grabbed the hard part, and quickly stroked it.
After Zhou Wei'an entered puberty, he was never touched by anyone other than himself. Only then did he realize that the feeling of touching others and touching himself is completely different.
He opened his mouth and gasped violently, but was kissed deeper by He Songyang's flexible lips and tongue. The double pleasure almost suffocated him.
He surrendered soon after, and his white turbid shot his pink apron dirty. His knees were pulled open. The lace in his thighs were slightly covered by the apron, making him look extremely slutty and seductive.
He Songyang frivolously raised the edge of the apron with his little finger, and the closed mouth was exposed.
Little maid, why do you have only an asshole and no flower hole?
He Songyang asked sarcastically, his fingers streaked across Zhou Wei'an's perineum, Zhou Wei'an trembled sensitively, and the muscles on the inner thighs were slightly twitching.
He barely supported the floor and did not let himself be too embarrassed, and explained in a low voice: I, I am a man...
Oh? It turns out that he is a little servant? Why are you wearing a girl's apron... You Ah, you are so sexy than a woman!
After He Songyang said this, he pressed Zhou Wei'an on the ground, grabbed the lubricant prepared on the coffee table, inserted the special small tube into Zhou Wei'an's back hole, slightly squeezed the bottle body, and the lubricant squeezed into Zhou Wei'an's body.
Zhou Weian shouted out of control: No, no! Too much...AhAhAhAh... He twisted his butt to get rid of the horror feeling of being lubricant enema, but He Songyang slapped it hard on his buttocks
He Songyang's voice is quiet: Be quiet!
Zhou Wei'an didn't dare to move, and more lubricants slipped into his intestines. His upper body fell on the carpet in a daze, his legs were bent and opened, and a small tube was contained in the anus. The lubricant in the bottle slid into his body along the pipe, and the excess liquid leaked out from the hole, flowing wet all over his lower body.
Seeing that it was almost done, He Songyang pulled out the small tube and let out a slight popping sound and lubricant flowed out more. He Songyang easily inserted a finger into Zhou Wei'an's body.
Zhou Wei'an opened his mouth slightly and gasped slightly. He Songyang turned his fingers, and the intestines were wet and he added another finger.
Little slut, your little asshole is not bad with the woman's vagina
He Songyang's breath was also unstable. He leaned against Zhou Wei'an's ear, and said vulgar words in a low voice, which was wet and hot inside, sucking me tightly...
No, stop talking... Zhou Wei'an bit his lip and tears flowed down
He Songyang poked his intestines with two fingers and then retreated. Before he could shrink, a round little thing was stuffed in.
What, what? Zhou Wei'an realized that the thing in his body was not his fingers, and was a little panicked. He Songyang showed a bad smile: Have you seen it before? Let you see it, this is a vibrator
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the switch
The violent vibration made Zhou Wei'an almost unable to bear it. He screamed loudly. He grabbed He Songyang's arm and burst into tears: AhAhAhAh... Help, turn it off! Turn it off! AhAhAh Please... Woooo AhAh!... His body twitched, and several streams of semen ejaculated from his genitals.
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