Chapter 190： (1/2)

He is thirsty.

A little ... a little bit wanted.

His fingers were always too thin, and he lost sight of each other. He was dissatisfied with every itching wrinkle in his body. He twisted his waist and wanted to be bigger, bigger, and more powerful.

Zheng Feiyu looked at He An's dry lips and blurry groaning. He was also intolerably hot, sweating his back, and wanted to unfasten a collar to let it breathe.

He An faintly thought that he was going to take off his suit and hurriedly held him down: "No ... don't take it off!"

What a deep obsession with a suit.

Zheng Feiyan gasped and smiled: "Baby, I'm almost out of breath."

"..."

"baby……"

He An was reluctant to let him die early, and reluctantly helped to unbutton a button, thinking about it, and loosening his tie again, blindfolded Zheng Fei's eyes.

"He An?"

Zheng Fei's eyes were so dark that he could see nothing.

Vision is imprisoned, and hearing and touch become particularly acute. Zheng Feiyu heard He An's light panting sound, his fingers rubbing against the trousers 'fabric, and then the sound of the belt metal buckle touching ... Then the waist was loose, the shirt was pulled out, and the trousers' zip was also pulled open. After a while, he felt his coolness in the air of anger.

Then, a warm hand wrapped around the root of his stem.

He knew what He An wanted to do.

"An'an, sit up ... It doesn't hurt, quickly, sit up." Zheng Feiyu urged excitedly, fingers also matched withdrawing from the back acupoint, and instead patted He'an's **** as an encouragement.

He An did not take the next step, and seemed to be stuck.

It did fall into sluggishness.

The reason why he tied Zheng Feiyu's eyes with a tie was because his body was emotionally unbearable, and he wanted to be filled urgently, but he did not want Zheng Feiyu to see his obscene appearance. But now, he was holding the thick, hot, green muscles, suddenly timid.