Prehistoric Chef

Chapter 16 Xiao Ming Turns out that Bujia is not very straight!

  "You can reach it by lying on your stomach like this?" Bujia looked at Gao Ming with his neck sideways, his neck was stretched very long, very charming. At least Gao Ming swallowed his saliva and scolded Bu Jia for being unjust, he had already decided not to hook up with Bu Jia, what does Bu Jia look like!

A slap on Buga's back, the feel is so good that he will die. "Don't move! Apply medicine to you!" His rough voice covered up his little thoughts.

Bujia lay down obediently, and whispered: "I thought..."

"What?" Gao Ming painted on Bujia's back with green leaves, trying to keep his hands still, and couldn't hear Bujia's words clearly for a while. what.

"It's okay." Bujia's voice was a little dull.

Gao Ming finished the application quickly, and then exhaled, "Okay, do you feel the coolness is very comfortable?" The

back is indeed cool, and that's because the heat from the whole body is concentrated on the bottom. Bujia thought to himself, so he nodded and took Gao Ming's stone bowl, "Lie down, I'll paint it for you."

Damn, you're forcing me! "No, wait for Landa to come back... then, okay!" Gao Ming felt that Bujia's eyes were strange, and if he really wanted to refuse, there must be something wrong. Laid down on the stone platform.

"You don't take off your clothes?" Bu Jia frowned, putting one hand on Gao Ming's boxer briefs.

Gao Ming's heart trembled, his whole body was not well. Damn it! What kind of clothes are you taking off after applying medicine?

Twisting his neck, the light in the cave was dim, and he couldn't see Bujia's expression, so he had to say : "No need." Not necessarily attracted by his figure. What a weird idea.

Touching the green leaves with his hands, Bujia slowly stroked Gao Ming's back. Gao Ming looked up at Bujia in shock, but Bujia finished the work seriously as if he didn't notice.

Gao Ming closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, what the hell is he going hard. Bujia's palm was very rough, touching his back was like getting an electric shock, he tried his best not to tremble lightly, so that Bujia could feel the difference.

Bu Jia knew that Gao Ming was fair and had no scars on his body, but he didn't know how it felt to the touch, smooth and smooth. His eyes moved to Gao Ming's upturned buttocks, and he couldn't help but think of Gao Ming's appearance in the river today, where the flesh is so much upturned that he couldn't help touching it with his palm.

"Damn it!" Gao Ming bounced off the table and sat up, looking at Bujia angrily, "Why are you touching my ass!"

Bujia's eyes moved down, and he couldn't help but dim a little, and said softly: "You dare to touch my ass!" It's gone." He stretched out his hand to touch Gao Ming's boxer underwear, imitating Gao Ming's movements in the morning, as if he felt that the underwear was in the way, slipped in from his waist, held it with one hand, and moved slowly.

Gao Ming's mind is in a mess, Bujia's fingers are very thick, and it feels so damn good to the touch, at least much better than what he made himself. He can't think of anything, and he hasn't done it all these days here. He gasped softly and let out a low hum.

Bujia looked at the white thing in his hand, imitating Gao Ming's way in the morning, wiped it off with hay, threw it into the fire, poured water and washed his hands, and looked at Gao Ming who was sitting on the stone platform in a daze, it was better than he imagined. It's even more interesting, with red on the face and watery eyes, it looks more beautiful than before.