The male god has a bad impression [Quick Wear] - Discon

Women in Men's Clothing: 09 **

004: [Junjun, if you want him, just go see him. You can purchase a one-time round-trip teleportation talisman, but the contribution value required for the purchase of the punishment volume is doubled. ]

004 can't watch it anymore, so he persuaded him again.     

Ye Junge looked down at the jug with no drop left, put it aside, and finally nodded: 'Okay. ’     

Back in the house, he dismissed the little guy who wanted to keep the night watch, locked the door of the room, took out the teleportation talisman, relied on the system database to determine the location of Mo Yuanling's room, and directly clicked to send.     

Mo Yuanling was drinking alone in the house. He had always drunk very well, but today he easily got drunk.

It is estimated that the heart of longing is too heavy, and the wine is not intoxicating. Everyone gets drunk.     
Ye Junge turned around and locked the door of the room, extinguished a few candles, leaving only the small lamp at the head of the bed to be extinguished.     

“Daughter-in-law..." Mo Yuanling lay on the table and squinted at the busy figure of the man. Is this an illusion?……     

“Ok. ”

Today for the Chinese New Year, Ye Junge didn't bother to care about him, so he stepped forward and picked him up and put him on the bed.     

Mo Yuanling:...The daughter-in-law is as tough as ever in her dreams._(:""))_ Can't you be weak once? ！  

** Slight NSFW ***

Mo Yuanling raised his hand angrily and put his arms around his waist, and then rudely tore his clothes with the other hand.

Since it was a dream, don't bear it. To be honest, he was almost suffocated in the barracks.     

Ye Junge let him tear off his clothes. Saibei was colder than the capital, and he couldn't help shivering.     

Mo Yuanling also pulled off his clothes, and then tightly wrapped the person in his arms, resisting the cold for him with a warm chest, and walking on his back with fiery hands, the wonderful touch made him unable to stop.     

Ye Junge endured a groan and let him do whatever he wanted. He stood up cooperatively and let his kiss fall on his red cherry blossom.

The two fingers behind him expanded hurriedly, and then rushed in with a huge fire.     

Ye Junge gritted his teeth, he should be glad that this guy still remembers to open up even if he thought he was dreaming? ！     

Mo Yuanling was lying on the bed with a confused lover on his body.

This posture allowed him to enter him more deeply, and a powerful collision brought extreme pleasure. I really wanted to stop for the rest of my life.     
Throughout the night, Mo Yuanling didn't seem to be tired. Because he thought he was dreaming, he didn't care about Ye Junge's begging for mercy, and his movements didn't have the usual care and gentleness, leaving only pure domineering.     

Ye Junge was so confused by this kind of momentum that he couldn't think of resisting at all.

He had to bear it passively. When he finally stopped, no part of his body was intact, and it was covered with blue and purple marks.