Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Interstellar Prison : 7/The warden was trembling all over

 Interstellar Prison : 7/The warden was trembling all over, and was shot in the neck by his subordinates on the phone

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In order to prevent their partners from escaping, the lion's genitals have evolved barbs. Of course, Assad's genitals are not as fierce as those of real lions, and are more in line with the human body's tolerance limit.

They stuck together, and the thick and hard animal stem straightened the narrow and tight colon of the black cat youth. The barbs stuck to the congested intestinal wall. As the hot meat stick shook, a large amount of white liquid gushed out, filling the black cat's flat belly.

Tang Tang didn't know if his spiritual embodiment was okay now, but he was not okay. The sentinel's body was resisting the insemination of his own kind, but the spiritual picture that was comforted for the first time was extremely relaxed and happy. It had changed from the darkness where you couldn't see the little black cat when you threw it in, to the foggy and misty world where you could vaguely see the struggling little paw of the little black cat behind the hill.

... Well, seeing that the paw scratched the ground of the spiritual picture as if it had just been plowed, you knew it wasn't okay either.

Tang Tang panted and endured the tangled and carefree pleasure, enjoying this stimulation. His throbbing flesh walls clamped the thick and hard penis that was shaking and ejaculating, and he felt it gradually stop spraying. 

The sentinel who was in the process of combining heat was very hot, as if he had a fever. The flesh walls filled with sticky intestinal fluid clamped Assad's penis and squirmed. Assad sighed comfortably, leaned over and licked the black cat's ears. Just as he was about to do it again, he heard a humming laugh.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He tilted his head.

The evil wolf and the golden eagle came over after smelling the smell.

The bite stopper on Zong Zuo's face was taken off during the meal, and he hadn't put it on yet. He looked around them with a fake smile, and the corners of his lips were pressed down, seeming to be unhappy.

Gu Zhuofeng glanced at them expressionlessly, then looked up at the monitor above. A miniature golden eagle stood on his shoulder and gradually solidified. Its reddish-brown eyes were slightly bright. When its mental power was released to a certain extent, the metal collar on his neck suddenly burst out with white electricity.

"Sizzle..."

His throat tightened and he panted softly. The golden feathers floating diagonally on his collarbone flashed a bright light, and a circle of red appeared on his neck.

At the same time, behind the virtual big screen in the monitoring room, two prison guards had just woken up. They yawned and stretched, looking at the big screen.

Zong Zuo and Gu Zhuofeng's figures were reflected on the virtual screen, but the prison guards seemed not to see them. They each retracted their gazes and chatted.

[Golden Eagle, Eye Evolution, Color Recognition Sharpness, Skills: Sniper, Visual Deception]

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Zong Zuo carried the black cat that was filled with essence by the lion back to the cell, put him on the dining table, and looked at him with his wolf eyes down.

Assad was right. The evil wolf and the golden eagle were indeed coming for the smell.

Twenty minutes ago... Oh, although the lion's time is a little short, it is the characteristic of cats. They have strong endurance.

In short, after coming out of the guide room, several people were called by the prison guards to watch. Assad was a lunatic except when he was commanding. He found an opportunity to run away and wandered around Prison Zero.

Who would have thought that while wandering around, he picked up a kitten with combined heat.

Not long after, Zong Zuo and Gu Zhuofeng outside also smelled the scent that attracted them.

Zong Zuo lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who had whipped them all over with blood a few days ago and whose nipples were still purple. He was lying on the table in a lewd outfit, his cold face flushed, his eyelashes drooping wetly, his black eyes with gold outer rings filled with physiological tears, his military uniform wrapped around his tall figure was messy, and a large area of ​​white skin was exposed at the collar. His belly was bulging from Assad's shots, and his whole body exuded a seductive sweetness. There was no trace of the coldness when he held a long whip and looked down at them.