Chapter 22: The Art of Blood

Although Yan Yu has little practical experience, as an old fritter in the sex toy industry, he still has a lot of theoretical knowledge.

However, this can't fool Lan Weiyan - he is a veteran who has heard the live broadcast.

He vaguely felt that Yan Yu's state was not quite right.

Probably because of drinking too much.

It may also be because the old man has something on his mind.

Lan Weiyan impatiently pressed back against the old man.

This trick was also learned by him when he was listening to Lan Weinuo.

Seeing Yan Yu's complicated expression, Lan Weiyan felt a little excited.

After adjusting his position, Yan Yu finally got better.

The old man squinted at Lan Weiyan with a provocative expression.

He said in his heart, although the beautiful boy is not strong enough, he is quite good at grasping the initiative.

Yan Yu was satisfied with the open bathrobe, stretched out his slender arms, and even his legs were crossed-

A dead pig that you can pick.

The so-called advanced stage of lazy cancer is lazy in all aspects.

Including in bed, of course.

Or on the couch.

Or something.

In short, the lazy old man is so lazy that he doesn't even want to bother with X life.

He was full of only his own son.

Anyway, he is suffering, and it is enough to contribute to it, so he doesn't want to contribute in bed.

The corners of Lan Weiyan's eyes twitched.

He had heard that many men liked to let each other "move on their own".

As a natural zero, Blue Weiyan does not reject this method.

However, he is very rejecting Yan Yu's attitude of only caring about his own enjoyment, but ignoring Xiao Ling's feelings.

Lan Weiyan looked at the old man's exposed chest, and glanced at the mermaid line that was beginning to take shape on both sides of his flat lower abdomen.

Belch...... It's quite eye-catching, so let's reluctantly settle it.

Lan Weiyan was eating tofu on an old man, while secretly comparing the "action movies" he had watched.

He came to a conclusion: as a number one, the old man's body is not strong enough.

It's more than enough to be a tall girl's boyfriend, but it's still a bit empty to be a one-meter-eighty-two boy's attack.

"Little handsome guy, can you concentrate?" Yan Yu snorted dissatisfiedly.

Lan Weiyan instinctively responded with a "hmm", and slowly entered the state.

At the critical moment, Yan Yu reached out and took out a condom from the gap in the sofa.

Lan Weiyan was dumbfounded again - can this old man conjure up a condom anytime and anywhere!

Yan Yu gently tore open the plastic packaging.

Pink packaging.

Peach flavor.

"What do you want?" Yan Yu smiled a little flatteringly, and a little cheap, "I don't mind using my mouth either." ”

Lan Weiyan was so excited that he almost surrendered.

Do you use your mouth? Is it so exciting?

I can't see that you are such an old man, wow! (◎_◎)

Yan Yu really used his mouth.

The sensory stimulation and visual impact of Lan Weiyan are not as strong as the psychological shock.

The first round was over quickly.

Yan Yu thoughtfully dealt with Lan Weiyan.

With a "I know" expression, he smiled deeply, "Take a break, and it will be your turn to contribute later." ”

After that, he went to rinse his mouth.

Lan Weiyan came back to his senses from the pleasure of extinction in a daze.

He chewed on it, and it was his turn to contribute.

Is it really going to do it yourself?

Damn it.

Lan Weiyan shivered, and fine sweat oozed from his palms.

Yan Yu rinsed his mouth and rubbed for a while before coming out.

Lan Weiyan saw the two unopened bottles of lubricating liquid in his hand and made a self-contained expression.

- Two bottles?

I can't use it all night!

Yan Yu was mistaken, thinking that the beautiful boy didn't like the two bottles in his hand, so he turned out five kinds of lubricating fluid from the locker.

Sex toys in the lockers in the old fritter apartment, of course everything.

The lubricant is minimal pediatric.