Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food ( Quick Wear)

Shadow Guard of Tangerine Flavor (4)

The lure plan that was dropped on the shore of Daming Lake was finally picked up by someone.

In order not to affect the performance, Gou Liang deliberately let the system shield 80% of the pain. With the last experience, he easily made a painful expression.

[System: ... Drama ○ | ￣ | _]

[Gou Liang: Award. 】

Zhong Quan, driven by Gou Liang's orders, did not go far, but waited in secret.

He watched as his little master squeezed into the futon in his mouth, his eyes full of humiliation, to relieve himself. The voice of crickets was heard in the middle, but Zhong Quan, who lacked experience, had very good eyesight. It can be seen that Gou Liang's hands moved rudely and rubbishly from his chest.

Xu was too hot, his horns were quickly soaked with sweat, and he couldn't help but lift the quilt after all.

The cold and fiery rushed against each other, and Gou Liang, who blocked his mouth, issued a dull gurgling sound from his throat and flinched violently.

The placket was wide open, and the scenery on his chest was unobstructed, and the fair skin was unevenly red because of the manic action. The most eye-catching are the two dogwoods on the chest, which are different from the pale cherry blossom pink that Zhong Guan saw when he wiped his body before. At this time, it is standing upright, the color is deepening, and it is extremely bright on the white skin.

The obscene trousers were still worn on him, and his hands that he tucked between his legs were fierce, and instead of holding an object like Zhong Quan thought, he went over it, buried deeper, and tugging fiercely.

The slight moist sound is accompanied by heavy breathing.

He sucked his nose impatiently and made a sharp breath. The other pinched his thigh, and opened the right leg, which was still immobile, a little. The pinch of the leg appeared a few sharp reds, and his fingers were white. But soon, as if he couldn't help it, he let go of his hand, eagerly crawled back to his chest, and tortured, he felt like holding on to the two places, writhing hard ...

Tears kept overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Even if no one knew his current ugliness, he closed his eyes tightly and looked up in a head. The immovable legs could not use any strength at all. His upper body was slightly twitched, his fingers became more and more violent, and even the veins on the back of his hand were no doubt exposed, and the knuckles were protruding.

But ... these are not enough.

The strength on his body was squandering and empty, and Gou Liang sobbed helplessly. The whole person seemed desperate, suddenly gave up all the movements, and pulled his fingers out.

His wet fingers made him hate, as if stained with dirt, rubbed on the quilt fiercely, but the body's itch did not let him go because of his violent abandonment.

The waist was shaking impatiently, and Gou Liang suddenly seemed to make a decision, struggling to retreat the trousers to his knees, and Dazhong Zhong unexpectedly took out a sharp blade from under the pillow and pierced his leg fiercely. --

"the host!"

Zhong Quan was frightened, and opened the blade, which was hidden under the pillow, from somewhere.

Gou Liang's eyes were full of panic, violently pulling the quilt to hide his ugliness, and wanting to swear, but forgot that there was still something in his mouth, and all he needed was a rushing "snap". He looked at Zhong Quan with an angry look and asked him to leave, but Zhong Quan didn't dare to let him go.