Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

16~ Xiao Ming Turns Out That Bu Jia Is Not Very Straight, Right!

"You can reach it while lying on my stomach like this?"

Bu Jia tilted his neck and looked at Gao Ming, his neck stretched very long and very charming. 

At least Gao Ming swallowed his saliva and yelled at Bu Jia for not being righteous. He had already decided not to hook up with Buga.

What is Bu Jia like!

 A slap on Bu Jia's back, it feels good to death. 

"Don't move! Give you medicine!"

The rough voice covered his careful thoughts.

Bu Jia obediently lay down and whispered. "I thought..." 

"What?" Gao Ming dipped the green leaves and smeared Bu Jia on his back, trying to keep his hands from moving, but he didn't hear Bu Jia say clearly.

"It's okay." Bu Jia's voice was a little dull.

Gao Ming finished the application quickly and exhaled, "Okay, do you feel cool and comfortable."

The back is really cold, because the whole body's heat is concentrated below. 

Bu Jia thought to himself, so he nodded and took the brilliant stone bowl, "You are lying on your stomach, I will paint for you." 

Fuck, you are forcing me! 

"No more, wait for Landa to come back... then, let's go!"

Gao Ming thought Bu Jia's eyes were strange, and he really wanted to refuse, there must be something wrong. 

Lying on the stone platform slowly.

 "Aren't you taking off your clothes?" Bu Jia frowned, putting a hand on the smart boxer briefs.

Gao Ming's heart trembled, and his whole body was in trouble. Damn it! What are you taking off with a medicine! Twisting his neck, the light in the hole was dimmed, and Bu Jia ’s expression could not be seen, so he had to say.

"No." Bu Jia did not say a word. He sighed brilliantly. At the same time, he regretted a little bit in his heart.

Maybe he would take off his pants and Bu Jia would is not necessarily attracted to his body. 

This idea is strange.

Touching the green leaf with his hand, Bu Jia slowly stroked Gao Ming's back, Gao Ming raised his head and stared at Bu Jia in shock, but Bu Jia did not notice, and finished his work seriously.

Gao Ming closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He was almost hard. Bu Jia's palm is very rough, touching his back like an electric shock, he tried to prevent himself from trembling, let Bu Jia notice the strange place.

Bu Jia knew that Gao Ming was very white and had no scars on his body, but he didn't know that the touch felt like this, smooth and smooth. 

He moved his gaze to Gao Ming's straight butt, and he couldn't help but think of Gao Ming's appearance in the river today.

There was a lot of meat here, and he couldn't help touching it with his palm.

"Fuck!" Gao Ming bounced and sat up from the stage, looking at Bu Jia angrily, "What are you doing touching my butt!"

Bu Jia's eyes moved down, and he couldn't help but darken a bit, and whispered. "You hard Go.”

Reached out and touched Gao Ming's boxer briefs, learning Gao Ming's morning movements, sliding in from the waist, holding it in one hand, and slowly moved his hands.

Gao Ming's brain is in a mess. Bu Jia's fingers are very thick, and he feels really damn good to the touch. At least he is much better than his own.

He can't think of anything, and he hasn't done it in such a few days.