Hope You’ve Been Well

Two wrists are squeezed in one place, being dead, is in the top of the head, being embarrassed, and the hand is inferior, not very clean pillow, and the skin is red and hot.

Zhuang Fan is full of face, the chin and the neck are connected to a arc, which is very smooth, only the throat convex. The body is also stretched, the chest is arched, and he tries to kiss, kissing, kissing and closes, and shyly blamed the tongue.

He can perceive that Gu Yan loves him, and hates him, and every bite who kisses him is difficult, and it is also a punishment.

The lips are hot and the pain, the sweetener, broken, I don't know who the blood beads, the lips are also uncertain. Calling in the brain, the flowers of the summer season, the cocktail swaying in the glass, Zhuang Forte is in the neon light ... He is unclear, he can't live.

Gu Yan, the wind and the rain, gradually, the chest of Zhuang Fan is falling, and he will keep down, the neck of Zhuang Fan is relaxing, the chin recovered, he holds it, the lips are more and more quite.

The conscientiousness of physical strength, Zhuang Fan is unable to fight, the nose is escorted, twisting, the lungs are taken asphyxia, and it is struggling. "Hey ... um ..." He wants to have a big breath, "um ..."

Culturally did not let go, the tiger card is in the heart of the heart, blocking the mouth, the tip of the tongue is stitched, and the palm is stuck in the fragile neck and feels the rapid pulse beating.

When it's loosened, his sweat droplets on the face of Zhuangxin.

"... ha ... um ..." Zhuang Fan's heart, desperate, like a balloon who was poked. The hands are also released, he moved, curled up, and overlap in both hands on the undulating chest.

Gu Yu speaks above, staring, Zhuang Fan's face week's hair is full of wet, cheeks, tears, in the light, lightly water. He wipes with his fingertips, showing the skin of the skin, red, drunken red stacking the red, and points the rouge.

The lip called him to break the skin, and the meat was soft, and a star of the agate beads. The tongue is probably Mason, revealing, and the tongue is in the teeth, and it is extremely slight. There is also the eyebrows, pitifully, squatting, can't bear to bully, but I can't help but get over.

The blood on the heart of Zhuang Fan is clean, and then the mouth is drawn along the corner of the mouth. It will be copied in the sideline.

Zhuang Fan is short, and it is very light in the words. It is difficult to say that it is a cat or a cat, and he touches the body of the stress, touches the roses, and climbed his wide side shoulders.

Gu Yan, a small piece of earlobe, very soft, very thin, the tip of the tongue is on the top of the top, the top of the hunger is shaking, the top of Zhuang Fan is unconsciously called, huh ... or call his name, or ask for! Don't say it.

The clear scorpion has a bit hoarse, is burnful by alcohol, dyed crying and nasal sound, and more than the burning people. Gu Yan, I got a while, I felt what came, released: "Do you play the ear hole?"

Zhuang Vantra A: "Well ... last year," trying to be complete, "the company taking the public interest photo, the colleague is ... It has long lived."

"How do you don't teach foreigners?" Gu Yan said, but not saying that there is not good to play the ear, as if it is just picking. The thumb and index finger screw the small piece of soft meat, and he said: "I bought you small earrings?"

Zhuang Fan is ashamed to respond, but the face, but people who humiliate him do not let go. If you reach it again, it's not so rude, with a bad thing, with a shirt, in the edge of Zhuang Fan's sweater, pick it up, and stroked the ribs who used to be.

The veneer is pressed, hugged the rigid seam, and it is difficult to stop.

I don't know where to the eve of the day, I forgot where the night is half a minute, the window is the old street, there is a drunken street, there are men and women who have hooked into doubles, the window, only the words and Zhuangfan hearts have been separated by ten years. affectionate.

Hey, the door was opened, the bar was smashed, Qi Nan was drunk, and it was a circle, which is now at the door, and : "I rely on ..." I have to fall out, "No, I'm I rely on it. "

In the dark, the bed fell weak light, two people were entangled, the above can be seen is a guilty, the following is completely covered, nothing.

"Gu ..." Qi Nan hesitated, "Old classmates, I can't see you, but I am a regular bar ... and this lounge is lying, but also used, not clean ... "

Guise to make a little one: "Go out."

"Hey, line, line ..." Qi Nan took the opportunity to go down, "Then you play, but wearing a set ... 419 is ..." See a piece of clothes, sweaters, immediately think of Zhuang Fan, "I Can't find the table, you didn't see it ... "

He turned and walked out, glanced at the two legs that were entangled in bed, the oppressed legs were very thin, but not the kind of woman's kind. Jeans, white ball shoes, high school he once smiled than his little two feet ...

Qi Nan was twisted for three or five seconds. It is said that it is, but it has already moved: "You fuck!" He took care of the body of the words, "Zhuang Fan Xin! Is it you! Give me!"

Gu Yan did not preparation to be pushed to one side, Zhuang Fan's heart is in bed, showing waist, lips and ears. Qi Nan was scared to wake up wine, and lifted his foot on the bed, pointed to the words: "You fucking gay ?! You don't do it! If I don't come in, do you want to rape him ?!"

Breaking the bed, I sway, I am lying, boring.

Qi Nanhuo: "Still your mother!" Bending to Zhuang Fan's arm, waving, shouldering his shoulders, Zhuang Fan twisted to roll around the words.

Qi Nan is big: "What is your send?! Butler flowers!"

Fourth, Zhuang Fanxin said: "I am also homosexuality."

Everything is quiet, Qi Nan Shi is in the bed, the head is particularly dizzy, and the Baba is chaos. He said that the next sentence, only the exquisite, retreat to the door, bite the teeth, : I rely!

Hey, the door is closed, and the dust is blocked in the dark.

Zhuang Fan's heart is sitting up, looking down the bed, swaying the door, holding the door, relying on the housekeeping, he can see how cold this house is.

So, I can only accommodate an old bed, and the walls are stacked, and the striped bed don't know how long it is not washed, it is net pleats.

The words are lying above, they are overthrown, the two long legs are placed, the pants show the shape of the cigarette case, next to the shape, is a drum cystic, full of group.

Zhuang Fan's heart rooks back to the bed, becoming the knees, slowly in the side of the words. He looked at the waist of Gu Yisheng, so he was sensitive, so he went and knead his fingers. After touched, after spending the bone, the fingertips explored the pants of the words and pinched the cigarette case.

"Is it suck?" He asked.

I didn't say anything, I was half-eyed, and I raised my hand to take the back of the heart. Open the cigarette case, Zhuang Fan's heart took a smoke, holding a lighter, there is a bit shaking, and there is no ignite several times.

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Finally, I lost the smoke box and the lighter, put the smoke, tightened the gang to suck one, and shouted to call out the white fog.

Tobacco taste, alcohol, blew the body of the house, mixed, not very hard. He delivers the smoke mouth to the lips of the words, and ask: "Is it suck?"

I bite it, I will pumped it, and I'm asked in the third time: "Is it suck?"

"Suck." Gu's words finally squat.

Zhuang Fan's heart, bite the lower lip with the door, he squats on the arms of the words, squatting to the chest, picking the eyes and the other side.

In a rummy, Zhuang Fan is slid to the waistracks of the words, the legs are pose, the knees are squeezed outside the thighs. Roll up a little sweater, he made the hand shakes, and two times, unlock the string of the sweatpants.

Gu Yan slightly moved in a moment, the muscles of the body were tight, and the roots of the nerves were twisted, too much, and the skin was stabbed.

Oh ... I don't know if he is born, or it is a rumor.

He wiped his smoke, and his finger abdomen was wiped on the cigarette butt, the sponge was not hard, and it became humid by the mouth. He looked at the back of Zhuang Fan, like a bending month, or a arch bridge, I couldn't help but a tall waist.

The cigarette is wrapped by the mouth. The words suddenly become a newbie who smoke, the tongue, the teeth are accidentally bumped, including half-awaited, then remember the next step, then smash it gently.

The electricity changed to the scalp, and the liver was slow, but the liver fire burned the flames, and smiled to the eyes of the throat.

He was swallowed, oversized, and he hit the broken bed.

The smoke finally sucked into the root, the cigarette tid is wet, and the smoke is a lot. Who knows who is the most dirty ... Care, in the wall, reach out, and feel the backward waist of Zhuangfan.

The tail vertebra bone raised, he was squatted back to the ground with a thinness, and the Zhuang Fan is rushing, shaking, , unable to speak for mercy.

With the sound of the soul, the land, the words bite the teeth, swallow their sigh, but can't cover the red red.

In the dark silence, Zhuang Fan is in a hurry, just like a fierce running, pillow picking a bite on the abdominal muscles of the words, and it is difficult to calm.

Care, why not, the spirit is confusing, and the nicotine sucking is heroin.

Half, he frotted the arm of Zhuang Fan, got it up, and the light of the stars, and gently held the face of Zhuang Fan.

Zhuang Fan did not dare to look into the words, the eyelashes, the lips seem to be closed, tapped, more than red roses. The lips are very wet, not normal, and the chin is covered with a drops of water.

He uneashed twisted, and it was impected because it was shy. "You, I ..." What should he say that he didn't even think about the suspicion or a statement, and finally reported, "I swallowed."

Gu Yu Ronglifang's waist: "What?"

Zhuang Fan's heart can't lift his head: "One thing ..." He didn't disappear, licking his lips, "like dark chocolate."

Gu Yisheng Demolition: "You don't eat chocolate."

"... is oh." Zhuang Fan buried his face, boring the voice so small, "That a few times, I will describe it."

I burn it, turning over, turning over the heart, fighting, outside is a white meat, the inner mile is the bones, sweet, greasy, reached out, and then touch this bad thing. Cry tape.

"It's dirty." Gu with the words and low proximity, "I don't touch you?"

Zhuang Fan's heart, heard the embrace of ten years of embrace.