General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Under Mitchell's gaze, Han Changfeng kissed him again. After the first kiss, Mitchell seemed less resistant this time and even opened his mouth on his own initiative.

Han Changfeng vaguely sensed Mitchell's temperament, which seemed fierce and ruthless, but in fact certain principles could be easily broken as long as it made him comfortable.

Han Changfeng picked up Mitchell again and used his inertia to throw him away. After he dropped him hard, his big cock could reach the deepest point every time, making Mitchell tremble all over with pleasure.

"Uhhhhhhhh... so good... hahhhhh... too much..."

Han Changfeng licked his neck, leaving marks on it.

There was more and more foam on the hole. Every time Han Changfeng pulled out his cock, the meat column was covered with white liquid, which looked sticky and ambiguous.

"Does it feel good?"

Han Changfeng bit Mitchell's earlobe and grinded it in his mouth, holding it in his mouth and grinding it carefully.

"Uh-huh... It feels so good... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Han Changfeng is no longer afraid of Mitchell at this moment. Mitchell is now like a paper tiger that can be broken with a poke.

"It can be a little more useful."

After saying that, Han Changfeng opened Mitchell's buttocks and pushed the cock inside vigorously. The force was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to insert the sac as well.

“Haaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

Mitchell clasped Han Changfeng's shoulders, his expression gradually became infatuated, and marks were left on his abdomen by the big cock. Mitchell thought in a daze that he was going to be stabbed.

"Uh-huh, ah, no... I'll get stabbed... Ha, ah, ah, ah."

As if to confirm Mitchell's words, the increasingly wet vagina could not withstand the fierce collision, and with a pop, half of the bag was stuffed into the vagina.

"It's so hot...Don't haaahhhh...take it out..."

Han Changfeng was also very happy, his vagina was like a gentle mouth sucking Han Changfeng's bag.

Knowing that he was currently in a dream, Han Changfeng had bad thoughts. Instead of taking out the bag, he found the correct angle and continued to stuff it inside.

"No...haha...it will really break..."

Mitchell knew Han Changfeng's size, and in his mind, no one could compare to him.

Thinking that such a huge thing would enter his body together with something low, Mitchell's face turned pale with fear.

"No, just touch it and see if it's not cracked. Mitchell's cunt is the best at eating it."

Han Changfeng kissed the corner of Mitchell's mouth. Instead of violently manipulating it, he let his cock and bag grind in his pussy, feeling this novel comfort.

"Uh-huh... Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's so weird..."

Mitchell gasped and shook his head in refusal, trying hard to tighten his cunt to prevent Han Changfeng from moving, which only intensified Han Changfeng's sexual desire.

The slow grinding made Han Changfeng a little unbearable. He pulled out his bag and quickly fucked Mitchell's pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhh I'm going...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."