captain migraine

Let’s not say that I haven’t agreed yet, now let’s talk about the question of why you have to take off your pants for tattoos—is the large area on your back not enough for you to perform or is my colorful underpants affecting your performance?McGarl looked up at the captain, motionless, and the whole person seemed to be empty.

"Women only like tattoos on their shoulders," Caesar put out his cigarette, and said lightly, "Tattoos on the back of men are the normal position."

That's right, not only is it normal, but it hurts like hell, why don't you tell me?Donkey who! ... Before Comrade Walrus closed his big white eyes, his chin was pinched and lifted up, and he looked at the pair of amber dog eyes, which were extremely bright under the smog: "What are you doing, act like I'm lying to you."

McGarl stared at Caesar, and then said a shocking sentence very calmly——

"Do you think you are the only one who is afraid of pain?"

Caesar: "..."

McGarr: "Okay, I was wrong, let's move on to the next topic."

The next topic was that the captain began to take off his pants without saying a word. McGarl was taken aback, and when he digested the "surprise", his flowery pants had been thrown to the other side of the captain's lounge ——Lying on the sofa, clutching his buttocks, seeing the captain's expression that resembled "wanting to eat people", McGarl was a little dizzy, and he suddenly couldn't figure out why he was deeply in love with each other every day and every moment. Who is the one who planned to "push him down and the overlord fights hard".

"It's not good..." McGarr said, "If someone from below suddenly comes in..."

"Anyway, they already think that's the case," the man said calmly. "Is there a difference?"

Captain, is this the rhythm of breaking the jar? ...This attitude is wrong, and it's not scientific, dear!Weakly watching Caesar turn around and drag out a small box from the box where he put important items, when he opened the box, McGarl raised his body slightly and looked inside curiously——

I saw a row of fish bones of different sizes neatly placed in the box.

...yes, fishbone.

Looking forward to seeing some kind of professional metal needles, Comrade Walrus, I suddenly feel that I am still too young-this kind of thing...will not suddenly break off in the skin halfway through the tattoo, and then I can’t take it out. Finally, I have to cut the skin and take it out. Come out? ! ...

Comrade Walrus shivered: "Just a simple pattern, such as the initial letter 'M' of Megal... No, this seems a bit strange. Change it, then the initial letter 'C' of Caesar, oh This is good, this is less strokes than 'M'..."

"Didn't say it was up to you to decide."

McGarl was stunned and wouldn't let me decide?Push your nose up to your face live version!Do you still want to put an ancient masterpiece of Dunhuang Flying Apsaras on my back?

"Pirates are used to using roses and statues of Jesus that symbolize love," the man glanced at McGall's back, "but because I don't believe in these, the statue of Jesus can be omitted."

... Believe it or not, it's none of my business!I also said that I don't believe there is anything that can symbolize love, so can I just stop stabbing?McGar was silent for a moment, then stretched out a hand: "Rose, right? Bring the tools, I'll draw a sample and you can get the tattoo done."

Seeing how cooperative he was, the captain was in a good mood. He handed the parchment and quill to McGar without saying a word, and the latter took it without saying a word, lying on the sofa with his butt pouted, biting the tip of his tongue and quickly drawing on the paper. , a circle, eight petals... No, eight petals are too many, five petals, five petals are fine——

1 minute later.

"Here! Just do it like this!"

"What is this, shit?" Taking a look at the parchment, the captain said with a blank expression, and he did not hesitate to draw the parchment at the level of a kindergarten Throwing the stick figure flower out of the window, his slender fingertips swept across the row of fish bones. He smiled, and glanced up at McGarr: "I'll tell you a story."

McGarr: "I don't want to listen to stories again for the rest of my life."

The man ignored him, and took out a box of ink cartridges from the corner of the box. When he opened the small box, there was a thick, indescribably complex smell—— There is a kind of animal blood rotting mixed with the smell of seaweed, and there seems to be a little bit of ink in the middle——

McGarr took a deep breath: "Stay away, I think I'm going to get seasick again."

"It contains animal bile, herbal juice, aquatic plant juice, and ordinary ink." Caesar patiently introduced, "I prepared it myself. The herbs and bile are to prevent inflammation and infection, and the ordinary ink is for dyeing." McGarr said. I looked over my head and found that the liquid inside the ink cartridge was very thick and dark green. When the fishbone was stained, it would turn into a very clear dark green.

"The juice of the seaweed is to let the tattooed person bring the atmosphere of the ocean - at first, this was the habit of fishermen living in the seaside cities. When they are active in the sea, the ferocious fish will mistake them for the same kind and stop attacking them—look, isn’t it beautiful?”

"..." I'm sorry Captain, I really can't say a word of praise—your current behavior is like showing off to the prisoner who is about to be beheaded that "the blade was sharpened yesterday so it is very sharp".Comrade Walrus watched as Caesar picked the thinnest fishbone from the row——

Great, now McGarl has another problem: Even kindergarten kids know that when you get a needle, the thinner the needle, the more painful it is.

Subconsciously protecting his buttocks, McGarl found that he still couldn't accept the thing of piercing his body like pigskin countless times. When he shrank into a corner, someone suddenly grabbed him somewhere in his body. The black-haired young man exclaimed, his face distorted: "Let go!"

"If you move again, just stab it here." The man held Megal's descendant root, feeling the thing beating in his palm with his threat, he raised the corners of his lips to reveal a meaningful smile, his voice was sexy and deep , "I've always wanted to try it. This color would be very suitable for thorns on roses."

"Appropriate fart!"

This isn't the first time Caesar has formally looked at McGarr's body.

Although compared to the other crew members who wore it, McGarr was indeed too fair, his whole body sank deeply in the dark blue silk velvet sofa, his body became a little tense due to tension.The strong chest at least shows that he is not lazy in the usual regular training and work. Along the lower abdomen all the way down, in the thick hair, the beautiful pink penis, which is obviously due to the number of times of use, is quietly lying down. In the rough hands of the captain.

"You weren't that white when I first saw you." Stretching out his hand, he wiped Megal's chest indifferently, and Caesar said flatly, "How did you become like this now?"

"Wh, what has become like this!" Comrade Walrus said stiffly, "Is this a physical problem, okay? Bastard—uh—what are you doing!"

"Ah, I'm sorry." The man said lazily, and removed the thumb covering the front of the object in his palm. He smiled hatefully and shamelessly, "I just touched it by accident...you are very sensitive."

Feeling his body starting to heat up, when the red stained the black-haired young man's ears, he stretched out his hand and slapped Caesar's paw, he was so anxious that he wanted to jump into the sea, any self-control that he was proud of was bullshit , as long as the big dog moves its paw dishonestly, he will absolutely——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"...What is the name of the ghost!"

"I'm going to be hard! I'm going to be hard! QAQ"

"...It's funny that you're crying out loud about your physical changes like this, trash." The man frowned and looked puzzled, "Isn't it because you want to cry when you can't get hard?"

As he spoke, keeping that throbbing, very honestly hardening thing in his palm, he leaned closer to Megal, and their faces were so close for a moment that the man could effortlessly He could feel the scorching breath from the opponent's nasal cavity.

McGarl opened his eyes wide in horror. He twisted his face away, barely daring to look into those amber pupils—but in the next second, the fishbone stained with ink fell silently onto the carpet, and his limbs were firmly gripped. Fixed, the man who grabbed him suddenly tightened his grip, and as the sofa creaked unbearably, Caesar, like a vigorous cheetah, rolled over and jumped onto the sofa without hesitation, squeezing his body into his legs between!

"I'll give you some benefits, kid." There was a little smile in his eyes. When the man said this, his legs had already firmly pressed down on McGall's knees, and the free hand on the other side followed the smooth skin all the way. Going down, and then staying on the firm buttocks of the person below him, he kneaded heavily with eroticism——

"Relax," he said flatly, "There are no women on board, such behavior is normal."

One hand opened the walrus man's thigh, so that he could more conveniently play with the artifacts in his hand, and the big hand that held the knife and gun for a long time had many thin calluses, which made McGarr feel that he was being held in the opponent's palm At the same time, every movement seems to be infinitely magnified——

The resistance of the people below him seemed to make the man a little dissatisfied. He frowned slightly, and the strength in his hands increased. He kneaded shocking red and white finger marks on the base of his white and tender thighs. He moved even harder, The rough thumb pad cruelly scratched the front part where the transparent liquid had flowed out...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

"Don't bark," the man's voice began to become hoarse and low as he pressed against McGarr, he smiled and said, "I'm going to be hard when you bark."