Anh's biological clock is an independent system for weekdays and weekends. He wakes up on time at 6 o'clock on weekdays. If there is no special arrangement on weekends, the biological clock will be random. Sometimes he wakes up early and sometimes he can sleep until afternoon. When he just worked, he took over a bad shift that no one wants. He is busy every day. The biological clock will strike on weekends. Sometimes he feels that he can sleep directly and sleep on both days of the weekend. Yawen>8 (update faster ne)

Today, the biological clock was about noon, so when the doorbell started singing at 10 o'clock in the morning, Anhe threw the phone that rang at the same rhythm as the doorbell into the bathtub in his dream.

However, the phone was very tough and the bathtub still rang unceasingly until he was awakened.

When he opened the door, Nachen was wearing a sports suit and standing outside the door with an insulated lunch box in his hand. There was a wound on his left face, but he smiled beautifully.

"What's wrong with your face?" Angel stood up at the door frame in a daze, staring at his face in surprise.

"I got so hard that I got into the morning exercise. I fell and fought. It's okay." Na Chen came over and hugged him and pushed him into the door, lifted his legs and kicked the door.

"You're doing it very difficult for you to exercise early..." Angel smiled, "I'll go put on my clothes."

"No need, no need, no need, no need, no need, no, no," Na Chen said in a series, hugging him and not letting go, touching him back and forth, "It's great, I like it, I'll touch it for a while."

"Spray the claws," Anhe was touched a little itchy, "What are you crazy about sucking in the early morning."

"It's ten o'clock! Breakfast has turned into lunch and it's still early in the morning," Na Chen put the insulated lunch box on the table and stared at Anhe, "Why didn't I think you have such a good figure before?"

"You Mr. An has been practicing hard," Anhe turned around and walked towards the bedroom. "Did you bring breakfast?"

Nachen didn't say anything, and stood by the table and looked at Anhe.

Angel had just woken up and had only a pair of underwear on his body. His well-proportioned body was shaking in front of him without any cover. He saw that he was a little hot, and he didn't improve after taking off his coat.

"Let me lick it." Na Chen followed Anhe into the bedroom.

"What?" Angel was standing in front of the closet looking for clothes, but was stunned when he heard this.

"Let me lick it," Na Chen leaned over, "lick it."

"You're going to get the big shot when you exercise early," Angel reached out and touched his forehead. "Is the congestion filling the brain out of the hole?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Na Chen hugged his waist and pulled him to the bed, and threw him onto the bed. "Honestly let me lick it and settle the account."

"I have a big deal with you to clear..." Anhe was a little helpless and wanted to stand up.

"Put your clothes first when I open the door," Na Chen threw himself on him and kissed and licked him several times on his neck and chest. "Or I'd rather fuck you directly in the corridor."

"Get up," Angel made him lick and laugh a little, "I'm going to do a lot of serious things today."

"You do yours," Na Chen pointed it on his chest with the tip of his tongue, licked it along the way, and pulled his underwear, "I'll fuck mine.﹍>>Yawenbaw·w·w·.=y=a·w=en8"

"Your uncle!" Anhe was startled and quickly pressed his shoulder and pushed back.

"Chen|Bo hasn't gone yet," Na Chen held him and gently fucked him twice, "It's going to be dry while it's hot."

"Fuck," Anhe became weak by his, and grabbed his wrist. "Why didn't I find you very sick?"

"Faced with reality, you have noticed that I am very sick long ago," Na Chen smiled, "Don't you think?"

"I really didn't think about it," Anhe hid in the bed a little vigorously, but Nachen pressed his legs with his hands making him a little unable to use it. "Really, how can you not do this?"

"No," Na Chen replied very simply, pulling him to the edge of the bed, and kneeling on the edge of the bed, "I won't give anyone any more of my strength."

"Fuck, you..." Anhe bent his legs helplessly. On the one hand, he really didn't want to do it, and on the other hand, he was so funny that he couldn't stop being picked by Na Chen's hand. Just as he was wondering whether to close his eyes or continue to struggle, Nahe touched his legs, and suddenly lowered his head and took him in his mouth. Anhe's arm that was holding on the bed softened and fell on the bed, "Ah..."

Na Chen slowly swallowed and vomited twice, raised his head to look at him: "Do you want it?"

"Fuck, are you like this?" Angel raised his arm and blocked his eyes, "You want it."

It was different from the feeling I felt in the bathtub last time. Without the wrapping and buffering of water, the pleasure brought by Na Chen's lips and tongue in his sensitive parts was clearly spreading in his body, like a vine crawling towards every part of his body.

Angel's breathing gradually became heavier, and his moans overflowed with his breath without any concealment.

...

Anhe was lying on the bed panting, Na Chen slowly lay on his body and pressed his legs gently rubbed against him: "Master, do you feel good?"

"Good," Angel tilted his head, and the sunlight that penetrated through the cracks of the curtains sprinkled on his face, "Go and pull the curtains."

"Why," Na Chen lies on his body and pinches his hand on his waist, "How good is it to bask in the sun."

"Go and pull it, it's too bright." Angel frowned and turned his face to the wall.

"It's appropriate for you to live in a bunker, there are no windows." Na Chen got up and went to pull the curtains, and then came back to lie on him.

"Do you want me to help you?" Anhe hugged him and asked softly in his ear.

"It's still a mouth with your hands." Na Chen licked his neck.

Angel paused: "…hand."

"No need," Na Chen slid from his mouth and said, "I have my own hands."

"Hey," Angel looked at him, "Then you still have your mouth."

Na Chen opened the lying door and walked out. After hearing this, he poked his head and came in: "Your mouth can reach it? Do you usually use your mouth?"

Angel told him to say he was happy and sat up from the bed: "Why are you so lewd?"

"I've been slutty and said that others are lustful. Yawen>8" Na Chen raised his middle finger at him and turned to the living room.

Angel didn't move, sat by the bed for a long time before he stood up and took a shirt from the closet and put it on.

Nachen was not in the living room. Anhe saw that the bathroom door was closed, and walked over and knocked: "Big Seven?"

"Huh?" Na Chen's voice was filled with a slight breath.

"What are you doing?" Angel asked.

"The door is not closed, come in and see it myself."

Anhe stood outside the bathroom door and didn't move. He didn't have to go in and look at it, and he could roughly guess what Na Chen was doing. If Na Chen was just peeing inside, it wouldn't be his style.

Angel hesitated for a few seconds before pushing open the door.

He was indeed unacceptable to doing this for unfamiliar people, but Na Chen was not an unfamiliar person. Besides, their relationship has also undergone a magical change.

"I'll help..." Anhe entered the bathroom and stopped without saying a word.

Na Chen stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, took off his shirt, grabbed his sweatpants with one hand, and held himself with the other hand.

Angel had already vented, but this scene was quite exciting for him. Na Chen's beautiful waistline made his breathing tight.

"Come in to serve the people?" Na Chen slowly tucked his hand, turned around and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Angel smiled: "The people have already started and I need to accept it..."

"Need." Before Na Chen could say anything, he reached out and pulled his arm hard.

Angel was staggered by him. Before he could stand firm, Na Chen had already raised his legs and hooked him to the back of his knees. Angel had not even had time to struggle and knelt directly in front of him.

Just as he was about to stand up and curse, Na Chen grabbed his hair and pulled his pants with one hand: "Serve well, your teeth will touch the people's children, and the people will fuck you here."

"You are sick." Angel said helplessly to the son of the people.

"I know," Na Chen leaned against his mouth, "Here's the treatment, or you can't stand it if you get mad."

Anhe didn't say anything, looked up, and Na Chen was also looking down at him, his eyes shining with light and domineering.

If it wasn't me who knelt here, Anhe thought this scene was quite touching. Chen's high-profile style was quite sexy, and she was lewd and slutty in the film.

"Open your mouth," Na Chen pinched his face, his voice a little dull, "I'm almost suffocating."

Anhe was particularly resistant to Na Chen's domineering and coquettish state. He sighed softly, raised his hand to touch Na Chen's waist, and leaned over to take him in his mouth.

Na Chen's body stretched slightly, supported the mirror with his hands, leaned back, and let out a low moan.

The sound was very tempting, sweeping out the last bit of resistance in Anhe's heart. He gently pinched and rubbed his hands along Nachen's waist and touched his thighs. Nachen's moans that he kept sucking and vomiting made him a little excited.

However, Anhe's skills were not too good. He rubbed his teeth on the people's body. Na Chen frowned and hid back: "Uncle, you are really not doing well..."

"It's such a lot of nonsense," Angel let go of him. "Just this technique, if you don't like it, just do it yourself."

"Happy," Na Chen sent it to his mouth, gasping, "Just don't bite it."

Angel wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked and he had to continue to serve the people carefully.

When his mouth was so sore that his service was a little sore, Na Chen's body tensed up, and his hand that was holding behind his head pressed. An He knew it was almost done and wanted to retreat, but Na Chen didn't give him a chance, so he pressed him and pushed him inward again.

The feeling of being pushed in his throat made Anhe feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't intend to let Na Chen cum in his mouth. He retreated without retreating, and he snorted.

Na Chen's hand tightened suddenly, grabbed his hair, and pushed it hard inside.

I'll fuck!

Angel wanted to hide and couldn't curse, so he had to carry it and let the people's children slap into his mouth.

After Na Chen finally let go, Anhe stood up and unscrewed the faucet of the washbasin and rinsed his mouth.

"Do you want to beat me?" Na Chen leaned against the mirror and smiled at him.

Angel looked back at him: "What."

"Don't you want me to cum in your mouth?" Na Chen took off his pants, stood on the spray head and turned on the hot water.

"I've shot all the time." Angel pulled a towel and washed his face.

"Anh," Na Chen held his hand on the wall and lowered his head towards the water, "I like you like this."

"What's it?" Angel stepped back to the door and leaned.

"I can't say it," Na Chen turned his head and pulled the hair on his forehead back, revealing his beautiful forehead. "I just think you can tolerate me very much."
To be continued...