Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

"Why not smash it?" he asked.

"I smashed you to death, and I have to go to jail."

"Don't worry, it won't kill you, it's only two days of bleeding and pain at most."

Mr. Tiger muttered, Zong Jue didn't understand, and frowned slightly.

Mr. Tiger couldn't bear it any longer, and concluded that Zong Jue's small gesture was also to seduce him.

Forget it, in order to eat meat, bleeding is also tolerable.

He kissed Zongjue's lips, as rough and domineering as before, he stuck his tongue into Zongjue's mouth, and insisted on wrapping the tip of his tongue, rubbing and sucking at the same time——

Ever since he played the kissing game with Zong Jue, he has never forgotten this kind of contact.

Zong Jue was a little bit resistant at first, but it was not as intense as before. He slowly accepted it and responded instead.

Mr. Tiger was a little complacent, thinking that Zong Jue's acceptance was an affirmation of his kissing skills.

As for whether it was because he was facing Chen Fengyang's face, he selectively ignored it.

In order to please Zong Jue, Mr. Tiger kissed his chest and abdomen again.

Zong Jue's trouser waist was pulled away by him, and the thin shorts couldn't cover up the changes in his lower body. The penis stood up, and a small puddle of water spilled on the shorts.

Mr. Tiger knelt on the ground with Zong Jue in his arms, buried his face between his legs, pulled off his shorts, and sucked the words in his mouth.

Zong Jue didn't expect him to do this, he was stunned, and with a clang, the paperweight fell to the ground.

——The CDs that Shan Hua gave him were not in vain, as expected, men like this tune.

Zong Jue's reaction was the best encouragement to Mr. Tiger, he licked harder.

The tip of his tongue was rough, and there was a slight pain when he licked it. Zong Jue sighed, feeling unspeakably comfortable, and inserted his fingers into his hair to stroke.

The man's hair is thick and stiff, and it is conceivable that his personality is mostly like this.

As the throughput accelerated, Zong Jue's belly surged with heat.

The scene in front of him was too exciting, he was both ashamed and excited, his body tensed up, panting, "I'm going to vent, hurry up."

Mr. Tiger did as he did, he bit the bell of the penis and sucked it, Zong Jue's lower abdomen twitched, and the semen shot out.

The white turbid liquid smeared between his legs and his underwear, and seeing his legs spread wide, Mr. Tiger couldn't bear it anymore.

She picked him up and pressed him on the desk, took off her pants and pushed the penis up.

"don't want……"

Zong Jue struggled, Mr. Tiger couldn't hold back, rubbed his snow-white buttocks, and deliberately pushed his penis on his buttocks twice.

Said: "You're cool, I haven't yet, you see how much it wants you now."

"I don't like doing it."

"We animals all do that."

Zong Jue turned his head to look, his eyes were full of water, and there was still a trace of doubt.

Mr. Tiger realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly corrected him: "I mean, I like this position."

"Hey, can't you be gentle?"

Mr. Tiger is a man with a single mind. If you compete with him, he will ignore 21 and just do it.

But when Zong Jue complained pitifully against him, he was at a loss and wondered if he was really that rough.

"let go."

Zong Jue ordered, and Mr. Tiger instinctively let go before he could react.

Zong Jue turned around, leaned on the table, put one leg around him, kissed him, and said, "Try this?"

After a lot of tossing, Zong Jue's clothes were disheveled, and the semen on his lower body had not been wiped. He bent his legs, and the red and swollen penis and pouch that had been ravaged became more and more conspicuous.

Under the visual impact, Mr. Tiger was brainwashed, and suddenly felt that Zong Jue's proposal was very reasonable.

So he did as he did, pulled down Zong Jue's pants, put his arms under his legs, pressed him on the table, pressed his penis against his backyard, and rushed in in one go.

Zong Jue was mentally prepared, and the entry of that thing did not cause him much harm.

But it was too thick, and after pushing it in, it hit a certain place directly, and the excitement surged, he shivered and made a long nasal sound.

Mr. Tiger was taken out of his mind by his moan, and held him down for a while to go on a rampage.

It was tight there, shrinking nervously under his impact, and Mr. Tiger was clamped comfortably. Based on the knowledge he had learned not long ago, he guessed that Zong Jue had never done it with Chen Fengyang.

At least they haven't done it in these years, his initial resistance to Chen Fengyang and his physical reaction are not like a veteran.

Thinking of it this way, I felt even happier. Mr. Tiger pressed Zong Jue's thigh and continued the piling-like violation.

Zong Jue gritted his teeth and forbearance at first, but soon his voice came out crying. Mr. Tiger pinched his chin, saw the trembling teardrops rolling out of the corner of his eyes, and asked, "Crying?"

Zong Jue's eyes were red, but he didn't speak. Mr. Tiger leaned forward and kissed the teardrops.

He is not very good at talking about love, he only speaks according to his feelings, saying: "I will treat you well in the future, no matter what you do or what kind of person you are."

Zong Jue looked over, wondering if this sentence pleased him, he took the initiative to hook Mr. Tiger's neck and kiss him.

Immediately, Mr. Tiger's energy doubled, and he shrugged his waist and yelled at him, and finally couldn't help but begged for mercy.

Mr. Tiger deliberately asked: "What should you call me?"

Zong Jue paused for a moment, and looked over with a frown. Mr. Tiger saw his slightly opened mouth, and his heart skipped a beat.

No matter how ignorant he was, he didn't want to hear the name of his rival at this time, so the guide said, "It's Akui."

Zong Jue smiled, and called obediently: "Ah Kui..."

The voice was so soft that Mr. Tiger's whole body went numb, except for his words, which were as hard as iron, and it was another rush to hug him.

Zong Jue's lower body convulsed, he held his penis and jerked it, and let out his body under Mr. Tiger's manipulation.

The liquid hit Mr. Tiger, and seeing Zong Jue masturbating, his blood surged up, he stood up several times, and shot the semen into Zong Jue's body.

Zong Jue let out a soft cry and bowed his body slightly. Mr. Tiger took the opportunity to go up to ask for a kiss. The two kissed for a long time before he let go and sat back on the chair with Zong Jue in his arms.

"My waist is about to break."

Zong Jue complained in a low voice, and Mr. Tiger picked him up and sent him to the bed in the bedroom.

Zong Jue lay down first, and he pressed down on Zong Jue, and the soft bed carried the weight of the two of them.

Zong Jue stared at him, smiled and said, "How do you know where the bedroom is?"

——Because I have been here many times!

Just before the words were blurted out, Mr. Tiger came to his senses.

Thinking that he is now Chen Fengyang's double, he said, "Because most of the house designs are like this."

"Then why did you go and come back?"

"Suddenly I miss you."

Mr. Tiger was afraid that he would ask more questions, so he kissed him again after speaking. Zong Jue accepted, and while he was lingering, the phone rang.

Zong Jue got up and wanted to get it, but Mr. Tiger held him down.

"I'll come, I'll come."

He ran to the study to get his cell phone, but when he picked it up, it turned out to be a call from Chen Fengyang.

He was so frightened that he cut it off in a second, and was afraid that Zong Jue would suspect him, so he hurried back.

Zong Jue was still lying flat on the bed in the same posture as before, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if immersed in the aftertaste of enthusiasm.

"Wrong number."

Mr. Tiger has never lied so frightenedly like this time.

Worried that Chen Fengyang would call again, he said, "I, I have to see a client, I'm leaving first, there will be... a business meeting in a while, so don't call me, I'll call you when I'm done. "

"Um."

Zong Jue nodded, as well-behaved as a cat. Although Mr. Tiger had done it with him twice, but both at night, he felt that Zong Jue had a different taste during the day.

To be honest, he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't if he didn't. He didn't have much confidence in his spiritual skills.

If he changed back to his original appearance, Zong Jue would definitely hate him to death, and he would never make meat for him in the future.

It's fine if he doesn't eat meat, but he doesn't want to be hated by Zong Jue. For the current Mr. Tiger, Zong Jue's existence is slowly ≥ his favorite meat.

So he kissed Zong Jue again and hurried out.

Zong Jue let out a chuckle behind him. He didn't know what Zong Jue was laughing at, but felt uncomfortable, and involuntarily quickened his pace.