Quick travel: Poor little me, I was raised by big bosses (np)

Chapter 10 What doesn't hurt him, now it's all bullshit! (meat)

Nangong Ye suddenly felt a little timid, he never thought that he could really touch the boy's place, such a wonderful place,

His fingers froze, hesitating and daring not to move forward, but the young man seemed to feel his palm, and even took the initiative to poke his little butt back,

Nangongye's fingers trembled, and they touched the soft, wrinkled acupuncture point,

He heard the boy gasp, and then buried his little face in his chest, urging,

"Plug, plug in, come in, hurry up!"

Nangongye was like a walking corpse at this time, obeying the command of the young man, he put his finger against the chrysanthemum hole, and then, with force, grunted, inserted it in,

The young man raised his neck and groaned, and then wrapped his two small arms around Nangong Ye's neck. Using this fulcrum, he actively twisted his waist, and actively played with the fingers inserted in the pussy,

Nangongye's whole body was stiff, passively feeling the feeling of being sucked and wrapped by the tight hot acupuncture points. It was hot and still wriggling violently. He could clearly feel that his fingers were drawn deeper by the tender flesh inside. to go

Originally, the boy could get some fun just by having his finger inserted into his pussy, but gradually he became dissatisfied,

One is that the finger didn't go deep at all, and it wasn't as big as the big stick he wanted, so it couldn't fully open his hole. Most importantly, he had no strength, woo woo woo

The little flower demon was really too delicate, so after moving up and down a few times, she lay tired on Nangongye's chest, opened her small mouth, and gasped for breath.

He didn't have the strength to move himself, and he still didn't forget to blame others. He patted Nangong Ye's chest with his weak hands, and complained in an aggrieved voice,

"Move, I have no strength, woo, it's so itchy inside, I don't want to like you anymore, you won't help me, don't stop the itching for me,"

The crying sound of the little guy sounded so pitiful, Nangong Ye subconsciously twitched his fingers, and almost immediately, the little guy screamed and fell into his arms so softly, his two little hands were tightly held together. Clutching the clothes on his chest, his fingers were all whitish, he hummed and his body trembled slightly,

Nangongye's throat was dry. He closed his eyes, trying to become a ruthless acupuncture machine. However, without vision, other senses were clearer.

He could hear the boy's low and melodious moaning and panting, and he could even feel the boy's hot air spraying on his chest, even though he was still wearing clothes, and his nasal cavity was full of the boy's body. Some intoxicating floral fragrances,

All of these are gathered in his mind and become a painting,

In the painting, his beloved teenager is lying in his arms, looking up at him with beautiful cat eyes, he is trembling in his hands, panting, calling his name, and even having an orgasm To lose consciousness, but the young man's little hand is always holding him tightly, very attached.

attachment?

Will the little guy really feel the same as being attached to himself?

But then Nangong Ye felt endless sourness in his heart. He thought of the Axuan that the young man was calling, maybe only Nangong Lingxuan could make this young man fall in love with him, right?

It was the first time Nangongye felt such a deep loss. He was thinking, maybe he shouldn't have approached the young man out of curiosity from the very beginning. If he hadn't approached him, then his heart wouldn't have been so painful at this moment.