Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Court 10: [The Prime Minister thought, it must be my own fault ]

 Court 10: [The Prime Minister thought, it must be my own fault (plot)]

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The love affair was over. Jiang Yao arched his back slightly. Fine beads of sweat rolled on his skin covered with scratches, covering his cold, white and firm body with a layer of sexy water. He rested his forehead on the teacher's sweaty shoulder, breathing in the body fragrance that made his heart sway. After a long time of tenderness, he slowly pulled out his purple-red meat stick that was stained with a layer of sticky. 

With a "pop", the still hard meat stick slid out of the prime minister's chrysanthemum, which was rubbed to a pulp. The round hole contracted instantly, squeezing out a stream of thick white liquid, flowing all over his buttocks.

"Well..."

The prime minister trembled under him, and turned his head away unbearably, avoiding the strong sense of oppression and laziness of eating and drinking on Jiang Yao's body, slightly opening his lips and breathing in the fresh air.

A few strands of black hair stuck to his sweaty and graceful neck, a small protruding Adam's apple rolled, and the body covered with a layer of fine sweat was as delicate as white glaze.

There was a touch of red at the end of his eyes, and tiny tears hung on his long eyelashes. His lips were also swollen. From Jiang Yao's perspective, this jade-like young man from Jiangnan, a scholar who was not worldly, actually added a bit of fragrance and color, making people unable to look away.

Jiang Yao looked at the teacher for a long time, lowered his head to be intimate with him, and buried his head in the teacher's neck, which made the teacher frown. He raised his head and grabbed his hair. The red rope fell quietly to his white arm, trying to push this annoying thing away. The red rope with acacia beans hanging from Jiang Yao's neck was slightly wet. As if he didn't know that he was annoying, he buried himself deeply in the teacher's neck, rubbing again and again, and then reluctantly got up and climbed off the bed.

He picked up a piece of clothing and put it loosely on himself, revealing a sweaty chest. He went barefoot to get a basin of clean water and used a cloth to clean the mud and white liquid on the teacher's body. His movements were gentle and careful.

He just couldn't hold back when he was doing it, and shot his semen into the teacher's stomach. Although he remembered halfway and pulled out a section to continue shooting, it was still not easy to clean up. After a long time, he finally expelled all the semen from the teacher's body and applied the special medicine he had found on the red and swollen pitiful flesh.

After pouring the water, he climbed onto the bed, gently wrapped the naked teacher with a clean blanket, put him on the chaise longue in the outer room, went back to fix the bed, and then gently carried the teacher back.

Because of drunkenness and fatigue, Tang Tang slept soundly all the way, and didn't know that he was being eaten again and again by the good boy he raised, and his stomach was full of his semen. At this time, he had put on clean pajamas and lay in the prince's bed, with red eyes and steady breathing.

Jiang Yao packed up everything. It was already midnight. He was so busy that his clothes were soaked with sweat. He went out to take a cold shower and came back with a lot of water on his body. He took off his clogs and climbed onto the bed. He lay down on his side facing the teacher, with his black hair lazily spread behind him.

After being busy for such a long time, Jiang Yao's face was still not tired. Instead, his black eyes were surprisingly bright, and he looked at the teacher without blinking.

The excitement of the deer in his heart had not yet dissipated from his blood. He was so excited that he didn't feel sleepy at all. He looked at Tang Tang's sleeping face for a long time. There was a rustling in the dim light, and a big hand with distinct bones held the teacher's white and slender hand. The red rope was tied to the teacher's wrist, and the acacia beans hung on the snow-white skin, highlighting some lingering affection.

 As the night deepened and the day came, the hands held together gradually began to sweat. They were carefully wiped off and held the white jade hand again. Those dark eyes were staring at the person beside the bed with a bit of paranoia.

No one knew how many years the prince had been pining for his teacher.

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The next day, at the hour of Mao.