Chu Yuping breathed again, turned around and wanted to open the door and leave, but he did not look at Zhong Heng again.
Zhong Heng didn't want such cold treatment, so he immediately grabbed Chu Yu's wrist, stopped her from opening the door, and then pulled the person into his arms with force.
Chu Yu was not as strong as Zhong Heng, so she was pulled over if she was not careful. She frowned and shouted Zhong Heng's name lowly.
Chu Yu still didn't look at Zhong Heng. Zhong Heng held Chu Yu's face with his hands. Chu Yu's eyes dodged and did not look at him. Zhong Heng kissed Chu Yu's lips again with a little light in the room.
With previous experience, Zhong Heng was not in a hurry to go deeper, but gently pecked with his lips, slowly licked Chu Yu's lips, and used the tip of his tongue to touch Chu Yu's teeth and gums bit by bit.
This time, Chu Yu felt resistance and closed his teeth, just not allowing Zhong Heng to go in.
Zhong Heng was not angry either. He just stroked Chu Yu's waist with his right hand and looked inside along Chu Yu's loose T-shirt.
Chu Yu snorted almost at the same time, then twisted his waist and refused to touch Zhong Heng.
Zhong Heng took this opportunity to stretch his tongue in, sweeping it around Chu Yu's inside almost aggressively, and even bit Chu Yu's tongue, sucking and licking it, as if he wanted to swallow it into his abdomen.
Zhong Heng learned to breathe with his nose when kissing from his last experience, but Chu Yu once again fell into a dilemma of almost hypoxia.
Chu Yu tried to withdraw his tongue, but instead made Zhong Heng suck more forcefully. He stretched out his hands to push Zhong Heng away, but was so powerless that he could only barely hang his hand on his neck.
Chu Yu was so weak that he was about to collapse, but Zhong Heng put himself upwards into Chu Yu's suspender, and his palm rested on Chu Yu's soft flesh and gently kneaded it.
It probably felt too real, like a ripe peach, soft and so soft that it was about to come out of water, which made Zhong Heng stunned. Chu Yu took the opportunity to free his tongue and lips, and then pushed Zhong Heng away with the remaining little strength, returned to his room like escape, and locked the door.
Zhong Heng watched Chu Yu escape back to the room, and even heard the sound of locking, but he still couldn't get rid of the touch just now. There seemed to be a ball of soft flesh in his palm, and the hard little stone that was in contact with his palm.
Almost at the same time, Zhong Heng closed the door in front of him, pressed his head against the door, and reached his hand towards Xiao Zhong Heng.
The movie behind him had completely stopped, and the darkness enveloped Zhong Heng, but he seemed to hear his heartbeat amplify on his fingertips and then echoed in this room.
Finally, when he used the hands that had touched Chu Yu just now to make himself cum out, he lost his heartbeat. Chu Yu.
Zhong Heng didn't want such cold treatment, so he immediately grabbed Chu Yu's wrist, stopped her from opening the door, and then pulled the person into his arms with force.
Chu Yu was not as strong as Zhong Heng, so she was pulled over if she was not careful. She frowned and shouted Zhong Heng's name lowly.
Chu Yu still didn't look at Zhong Heng. Zhong Heng held Chu Yu's face with his hands. Chu Yu's eyes dodged and did not look at him. Zhong Heng kissed Chu Yu's lips again with a little light in the room.
With previous experience, Zhong Heng was not in a hurry to go deeper, but gently pecked with his lips, slowly licked Chu Yu's lips, and used the tip of his tongue to touch Chu Yu's teeth and gums bit by bit.
This time, Chu Yu felt resistance and closed his teeth, just not allowing Zhong Heng to go in.
Zhong Heng was not angry either. He just stroked Chu Yu's waist with his right hand and looked inside along Chu Yu's loose T-shirt.
Chu Yu snorted almost at the same time, then twisted his waist and refused to touch Zhong Heng.
Zhong Heng took this opportunity to stretch his tongue in, sweeping it around Chu Yu's inside almost aggressively, and even bit Chu Yu's tongue, sucking and licking it, as if he wanted to swallow it into his abdomen.
Zhong Heng learned to breathe with his nose when kissing from his last experience, but Chu Yu once again fell into a dilemma of almost hypoxia.
Chu Yu tried to withdraw his tongue, but instead made Zhong Heng suck more forcefully. He stretched out his hands to push Zhong Heng away, but was so powerless that he could only barely hang his hand on his neck.
Chu Yu was so weak that he was about to collapse, but Zhong Heng put himself upwards into Chu Yu's suspender, and his palm rested on Chu Yu's soft flesh and gently kneaded it.
It probably felt too real, like a ripe peach, soft and so soft that it was about to come out of water, which made Zhong Heng stunned. Chu Yu took the opportunity to free his tongue and lips, and then pushed Zhong Heng away with the remaining little strength, returned to his room like escape, and locked the door.
Zhong Heng watched Chu Yu escape back to the room, and even heard the sound of locking, but he still couldn't get rid of the touch just now. There seemed to be a ball of soft flesh in his palm, and the hard little stone that was in contact with his palm.
Almost at the same time, Zhong Heng closed the door in front of him, pressed his head against the door, and reached his hand towards Xiao Zhong Heng.
The movie behind him had completely stopped, and the darkness enveloped Zhong Heng, but he seemed to hear his heartbeat amplify on his fingertips and then echoed in this room.
Finally, when he used the hands that had touched Chu Yu just now to make himself cum out, he lost his heartbeat. Chu Yu.