Lian Jue twisted his nipples and bit his lips that were rubbing against his face: "If you want to be fucked, just hold back your tears."

Chen Tingwei sobbed, but couldn't hold back his tears.

His size was lower than Lian Jue. He had to tiptoe to rub Lian Jue's penis, but his legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily. He just rubbed Lian Jue twice and then collapsed back.

Fortunately, even Jue didn't take what he said seriously. He slapped him on the butt through his pants, scolding him for being a slut, while pulling off his pants that were loosely hung on his hips.

Lian Jue held Chen Tingwei's slippery penis, and the liquid flowed out of the front made his palm full of sticky water. He had never seen such a man who could flow water, and his hands were not gentle. He stroked his penis for two strokes and touched Chen Tingwei's narrow waist.

He grabbed Chen Tingwei's waist and asked him to stick his butt out, and held his penis and rubbed it into the crack of his buttocks.

When he rubbed over, a strangeness suddenly flashed in Lian Jue's eyes and his movements stopped. He took it out of his clothes and pressed Chen Tingwei's back waist and pushed him onto the kitchen table, touching Chen Tingwei's buttocks, and it was wet again.

Chen Tingwei's clothes were lifted to his chest by him, and his hot skin touched the table. His body involuntarily shuddered, his forehead was pressed against the cold marble surface, his legs were clamped, and he was panting.

Lian Jue was confused by his strange physical condition. At this moment, he felt that he was panting again. He rubbed his fingertips a few times behind Shen Tingwei. His fingers were inserted into it with the water flowing out, and the wet and soft flesh inside sucked his fingers.

"Well..." Chen Ting didn't snort, his legs became weak, and his body was about to slide down again, and was pushed back by Lian Jue.

Lian Jue squeezed in with two fingers, making a sound of water in his hole, and he rarely felt a little confused on his face.
Chapter completed!