Red Bean Ice

Shen Shujie's next play is a true character, a dessert shop manager who helps the hostess a lot. After reading the script at home, he asked the housekeeper to help him find a set of chef clothes and want to wear it.

He stood in the yard fiddling with the ingredients, turned his head and saw Jiang Haofeng standing not far away looking at him, Shen Shujie waved at him, and Jiang Haofeng walked over.

Shen Shujie looked at him with a strange look, and smiled and asked, "When did you come back?"

"It's been a while."

"It's weird for me to wear this?"

"No."

"The lower part plays as the manager of a dessert shop." Shen Shujie continued his hand movement: "I have baked some cookies, do you want to eat it."

Jiang Haofeng put his hands in his pockets, did not answer or move.

Shen Shujie was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with you Jiang Haofeng?" He picked up a biscuit and walked over: "Don't eat it?"

Young Master Jiang swept his thin waist wrapped in an apron, and his throat was a little dry.

"What's the matter?" Shen Shujie saw that he was indifferent even when he fed the biscuits to his mouth, and was a little uneasy. He put his hands on Jiang Haofeng's neck and kissed him gently: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Suddenly, Jiang Haofeng pulled his hands out of his pockets and hugged his waist tightly, and then pushed him against the table. He supported the table with one hand to untie Shen Shujie's apron around his waist. Shen Shujie saw him look like this A sigh of relief: "I thought something happened. Wouldn't I say if you want to go?"

Young Master Jiang was a little unhappy and kissed his mouth: "Do you have to say it?"

"Don't you tell me how do I know?"

Young Master Jiang was ignored, but this did not affect the movements of Young Master Jiang. He pulled away Shen Shujie’s apron and began to unfasten his trouser buttons, then reached into his pants and knead it. Shen Shujie’s legs were a little soft when he was serving. Can't hold it back: "Are you going to fuck me at the table?"

Jiang Haofeng crushed his upper body on the dining table, then removed his pants and put his two long legs around his waist. Shen Shujie felt that Jiang Haofeng today was a bit overly excited, Jiang Haofeng untied his chef uniform and stuck out his tongue. Licking his nipples, one hand kept touching his penis, Shen Shujie moaned constantly with the excitement of pleasure, he really didn't know what made Jiang Haofeng so straightforward to rectify himself on the spot: "Jiang... ...Eun Jiang Haofeng, what happened to you today..."

The movements of Young Master Jiang's hands were getting faster and faster, and the movements of his mouth didn't stop at all. Shen Shujie felt that he was about to fall. He held Jiang Haofeng's face and kissed him: "Jiang Haofeng...Jiang Haofeng slow...point... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm coming out ahhhhhmmhhhhhhhh

Jiang Haofeng did not show any mercy at all. Shen Shujie resisted the pleasure he brought and shot it in his hand. Master Jiang used the semen in his hand as lubrication and slowly inserted it into Shen Shujie's back acupuncture point. I could only hook his waist and groan: "Ah, you...what the hell is going on today... Jiang Haofeng... come in... don't let it in..."

Jiang Haofeng unbuttoned his trousers, his thick penis felt the soft back acupuncture point, and slowly pushed in. Shen Shujie hugged his back tightly, his voice was faintly crying: "Well...too... too big……"

Jiang Haofeng fought his body fiercely, his voice hoarse and low: "Do you like it?"

"Like... um... so comfortable fucking... my husband is so amazing..."

Jiang Haofeng hugged him and hit him violently for a while, and finally shot into his body. Shen Shujie collapsed on the dining table sorely. Jiang Haofeng helped him clean up and hugged him and walked into the room. Shen Shujie weakly hooked him. Neck: "What the hell happened today?"

Jiang Haofeng bowed his head and kissed him: "The chef's uniform is very nice."

I wanted to do this the first time I saw you.