Court Marriage

After going to the Qionglin Banquet, when he returned home, Qiao Yingze was already slightly drunk, and he rarely hugged Gong Zhuoliang and talked about love, which made Gong Zhuoliang, who had ulterior motives, to cry and laugh. Lean on the couch.

Because the champion will be directly awarded the post of writing from the sixth-rank Hanlin Academy, so Qiao Yingze, who has already thanked Shengen, will have a one-month family holiday, that is to say, before Qiao Yingze ends his vacation and officially takes up his post in the Hanlin Academy , they can do what they love to do.

"Zhuzhuo, I have been grateful to God for sending you to me, really, I love you!"

As he drank the hangover soup in Gong Zhuoliang's hand, Qiao Yingze pursed his lips and put his arms around Gong Zhuoliang's neck, as if he wanted to bring him to the couch too, and his drunken eyes were indescribably attractive. .

"I love you too... If only I had a camera, how can you be so cute, wife."

Gong Zhuoliang couldn't hide the smile on his face. He held Qiao Yingze's face and kissed him fiercely. At this time, he suddenly remembered that Qiao Yingze was only twenty-four years old this year, and it was only a fresh out of school in modern times. It's just a big boy, how can he be so precocious in ancient times.

"Zhuzhuo..."

With his face pinched, Qiao Yingze shook his head uncomfortably, and moved up to meet Gong Zhuoliang's withdrawn lips and tongue, and wanted to take the initiative to hug Gong Zhuoliang and make out, but was immediately stopped by someone who had other plans.

"Yingze, shall we go to the study?"

Gong Zhuoliang was coaxing, and he had already hugged the person horizontally, went directly into the study through the side door, and put Qiao Yingze on the large desk he usually used.

"What? Zhuozhuo, you..."

The dizzy Qiao Yingze frowned slightly. When he sat on the table and was pressed between his legs by Qiao Yingze, he couldn't help but wake up suddenly. Could it be that his Zhuo Zhuo wanted to be here...

"Yingze, don't you want it?"

With a bewitched chuckle, he straightened Qiao Yingze's official hat. Gong Zhuoliang slid his fingers down his cheeks, tidied up the waistband of his clothes, and reached under the hem of his clothes, covering the hardened part of Qiao Yingze through his trousers.

"Zhuzhuo, let's go back to the back room..."

Qiao Yingze naturally wanted to be intimate with Gong Zhuoliang, but this is where he studied and learned rituals.

"There is fun here, don't you want to give it a try?"

With such beautiful scenery, how could Gong Zhuoliang let go of Qiao Yingze? Knowing that the man couldn't bear the voice of calling him husband the most, Gong Zhuoliang deliberately grabbed his earlobe and called in a low voice. Sure enough, the hard object in his hand immediately swelled up.

"But Zhuo Zhuo, this doesn't seem very good..."

The unconvincing words of refusal were naturally unconvincing at this time. Qiao Yingze only felt that he was being pushed back by Gong Zhuoliang. In a flash, he was already lying on the cleaned table. The belt was pulled down, and when all the heads that were hanging in the air were resting on the table, most of the hips were also hanging in the air, and the abdomen was forced to stretch due to the hanging of the legs, making the already slender waistline more like it was going to be. was broken in general.

"It's okay, Xianggong, are you comfortable?"

Wrapping Qiao Yingze's legs around his waist, Gong Zhuoliang tore off his trousers, only showing his excited parts, then pressed his head against the tight tight spot and leaned over to press down lightly. down.

"Don't, come in slower, slower!"

Startled by Gong Zhuoliang's direct action, Qiao Yingze couldn't help tensing his body, for fear that he would just barge in like this, not to mention that the place has not been used for more than a month, even in normal times, he can't just come in directly.

"Don't be nervous, how could I be willing to hurt you, come, relax."

Seeing this, Gong Zhuoliang hurriedly kissed Qiao Yingze's lips in a soothing manner. His desire moved gently against the entrance and exit, but he never really went deep. At the same time, he rubbed Qiao Yingze's sensitive avatar with one hand, and pushed aside the table with the other. The medicated oil bottle stopper, and then put the slender round-mouthed vial against the hole in place of his clone, pouring out the medicated oil while turning and pushing it in.

"Zhuzhuo... Shall we go back to the room?"

Feeling the cool bottle moving in and out of his body, Qiao Yingze's face was already flushed red. As soon as he turned his eyes, he could see the books of the sages and the words of the sages on the wall. To do this kind of thing in the study, he is really a bit embarrassed.

"Xianggong, you are very sensitive today. You bite so hard."

Gong Zhuoliang laughed wickedly in a low voice, pulled out the bottle and threw it on the table, and then deliberately slowly squeezed his bloated avatar into Qiao Yingze's body, feeling the intestinal wall wrapping around him like breathing. Swallow, Gong Zhuoliang is really comfortable and wants to hum.

"Zhuzhuo... um... don't... um..."

Feeling that his body was being stretched a little bit, Qiao Yingze suddenly realized that the two of them were doing it in neat clothes except where their lower bodies were intercourse. Even more and more sensitive, the pleasure there spread to the whole body wave after wave.

"Xianggong, you are holding me tighter. It feels good to do this, right?"

Feeling that he was about to be engulfed by the shrinking secrets, Gong Zhuoliang was a little impatient with such a slow movement. In addition, it was inconvenient to open Qiao Yingze's body in such a face-to-face position. Gong Zhuoliang simply turned the lover in his arms and changed. It became Qiao Yingze lying on the table and entering his posture from behind.

Opening Bai Nen's buttocks to the sides, Gong Zhuoliang looked at the huge secret hole that had swallowed him, only to feel a heat in his head, and he began to slam into it vigorously.

"Slow down... um... slow down..."

The lying position made Qiao Yingze unable to hold Gong Zhuoliang to fix his body. He could only try to hold on to the edge of the table to stabilize himself, and the already weak legs could not even effectively support his body, so he could only endure Gong Zhuoliang's randomness At the mercy.

"Duplicitous, Xianggong, you obviously hope that I will be faster here?"

The hands that were originally holding Qiao Yingze's hips and crotch moved forward, Gong Zhuoliang held the part that was still crying, leaned on Qiao Yingze's back with a chuckle, and teased while licking and kissing his earlobe.

"Zhuzhuo... Zhuo... um..."

At this time, Qiao Yingze was completely immersed in the excitement of love, and when he heard the words, he could only call his name weakly, but couldn't say anything else. But he was very satisfied with Qiao Yingze's state, so Gong Zhuoliang was no longer polite and indulged himself in rushing to his heart's content, until he couldn't bear the intense excitement any longer, and released it when he was deeply buried in Qiao Yingze's body. At the same time, Qiao Yingze, who was stimulated by his hot fluid, also shot his white robe full of turbidity.

Gong Zhuoliang, who lived with passion, did not stop. He turned Qiao Yingze over and hugged him, and then used the lubrication of his own love fluid to squeeze the part of himself that was excited again into the tight place where Qiao Yingze had not yet closed, and then connected like this. The posture carried Qiao Yingze back to the back room, and went straight to the bathroom... They still had a lot of time, so they could take it slow.