No Master [Interstellar]

Marshal Gore, who was supposed to be above ten thousand people, knelt on the ground willingly at this moment.

In front of him is a lollipop.

He carefully and nimbly licked every inch of the lollipop, treating the lollipop seriously with the attitude of dealing with the most serious matter in the world, sucking it wet with his lips and tongue .

He sucked the lollipop, and then, as if to challenge his limit, let the lollipop go as deep as possible, reaching the deepest inner wall.

Ronan, who was standing against the table, sighed comfortably, feeling the velvety smooth touch deep in his mouth.

Gore's head moved back and forth.His service is so attentive, Lollipop doesn't need to move at all to enjoy the best experience.Ronan leaned against the table, his hands resting on the edge of the table behind him - this is a standard military desk.Smooth and wide.

From this angle, he could only see the blond hair of the person below him, shaved very short, with only a layer of stubble.Seeing the seriousness and meticulousness of the people below him, Ronan couldn't help joking, "How does it taste?"

Gore raised his head slightly and looked up at Ronan, allowing Ronan to see his straight nose and rosy lips.Ronan stretched out his fingers and stroked his sharp lips.Those rosy lips were in stark contrast to his cold face.Gore spat out a bit of the lollipop, and answered his question solemnly: "It tastes good."

The tone of these words is so sincere, Ronan couldn't help being happy when he heard it, and said meaningfully: "But, the 'size' may not satisfy you, right?" He leaned back a little, and pulled out the stick Sugar poked Gore in both cheeks. "After all—" he draws out his tone: "I've seen you before, how can you satisfy yourself with another 'size'."

Hearing this, Gore didn't know whether he was joking or serious for a moment, so he couldn't help observing his face carefully, and saw that Ronan had a smile in his eyes, and his face was relaxed, not like he was angry.Only then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and replied: "I like the one in front of me better." He stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue, and licked the end of the lollipop. "Warmer, better. Makes me want to give it the best experience. And that's the only thing that drives me crazy."

Ronan told him to stand up, then pushed him down on the desk behind him, pinning him down.Gore let him move, holding his waist while eagerly licking his neck.Ronan was not in a hurry, moving his hands over him little by little.Gore's skin was not smooth, and even his abdominal muscles were scarred.I don't know why, with such advanced scientific methods, he didn't eliminate them.Every touch of Ronan's seemed to ignite a dark flame in him, coalescing under his skin, and soon nearly burning him to death.

Even the sweat of the person in front of him seemed to have magical powers, making him fall into a crazier state. "I want, I want to completely swallow this person in front of me." This was his only thought at this moment.He restrained himself, not thinking about the temptation to bite off his neck, but licked his earlobe, his neck, his chin like a cat.

However, when he was in a daze, Ronan held him down, and Gore was half lying on the table, looking at Ronan with blurred eyes, and one of his long legs voluntarily raised up.

Ronan was also out of breath, but forced himself to suppress his excitement.

"I've always had a wish." Ronan said, pressing Gore's hand that wanted to touch him.

Gore stared at him fixedly, while rubbing his mouth impatiently.Ronan moved his hips a little and stepped back a little.He repeated stubbornly: "When you stepped on me on the ground, I had a wish." He said, "Look at your majestic appearance. I swear, one day, I will let you call me Dad."

He ignored Gore's silent invitation and continued: "At first I was just thinking about it, and I knew it was impossible to realize it. But, it's all your fault." Ronan didn't check whether he had any problems, but instead blamed Gore: "Yes If you insist on giving me this chance, I have already run to the end of the universe, and you just took the initiative to send it to my door! Now, this is what you asked for. Hurry up and call Dad!"

With one hand propped on the cold table and the other around his lover's neck, Gore hesitated.Is calling Dad a metaphor?Is it a slang term for Earth?He knew there was slang for uncle in English, but what was it for dad?How should he answer?Do you want to connect to the brain to check it now?

It's a pity that Ronan didn't give him such time at all.

Seeing that Gore hesitated, he thought he was unwilling.So, he pressed Gore and slightly inserted the head of the lollipop into the entrance. However, this was just a touch, not deep.Tight and greedy there.The entrance reluctantly persuaded him to stay, but the intruder retreated decisively.Repeatedly, Gore has been tormented by him to the point of going crazy.Even his eyes darkened and his pupils constricted.Supporting your own weight with your hands, straighten your chest and throw your head back.

Ronan saw that his face, which had always been indifferent, had been stained with lust, showing a different kind of vulnerability and temptation.He couldn't help biting Gore's Adam's apple.This moment immediately evoked an immediate reaction—the silver bottle broke and water splashed out, and the milky white water splashed on Ronan's pants and jacket.In an instant, Lollipop was also tightly restrained and almost lost control.

Ronan hastily pulled out the lollipop, and slapped his ass angrily.

There was a white light in front of Gore's eyes, and he gasped for a while before recovering.Although Yin Ping was released, he was more eager to be trampled by the cavalry.Without Ronan's promise, he didn't dare to move around, but his upper mouth was not idle. He opened his lips, engulfed Ronan's finger that was originally on his shoulder, and imitated another movement, sucking erotically.When Ronan withdrew his finger, there was still a silver thread between his fingertip and his lips. "Please... come in."

Ronan slapped him lightly: "Don't lick indiscriminately. Hurry up and call Dad."

It means not to call it not to fuck.

At this moment, Gore finally felt blessed.Understand Ronan's bad taste.He propped himself up, hugged Ronan, pushed him lower, lowered his voice, and moaned in Ronan's ear: "Father..., fuck me."

His voice was low and hoarse, but this moan was like tearing silk.In an instant, a surge of heat rushed from the tailbone along the spinal cord all the way to the brain, and it exploded. Without hesitation, Ronan unleashed his cavalry and pierced it to the end.

Gore let out a long moan as he moved.In the moment just now, not only Gore was about to go crazy, but Ronan was also very excited.The hot inner wall tightly wrapped him, squeezed him, and swallowed his restraint and rationality.He moved against Gore.

"I love you." In the blur, someone seemed to whisper.

"No, there seems to be something wrong. That's not what I want to be called Dad." However, soon, Ronan had no time to think, and was immersed in the purest pleasure with the other party.

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