Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

"Spring water, spring water, tell me, who is the most handsome beast in this world?"

By the edge of the spring, a tiger murmured to the surface of the water, admiring its own reflection in the water, thinking that it was simply too beautiful.

The afternoon sun was just right, and the fur on the tiger's body was smooth and delicate. As it moved, the dark brown veins shone with light.

The king character in the middle of the forehead is as majestic as if written with splashed ink, and the flexible body and beautiful markings complement each other perfectly.

The more it looks at it, the more it likes it, and it's glad that it doesn't look like Kui, it's too ugly, ugly people don't have happiness, and the same goes for ugly beasts.

"Zongkui? Zongkui where are you?"

Zong Jue's cry came from a distance, the tiger... well, Mr. Tiger heard it, and howled up to the sky.

This sound was like a navigation light, and Zong Jue ran over following the howling sound.

Mr. Tiger arched his back and made a predatory posture-men are most attractive when they are working, but what about beasts?Of course it's time for predation.

At this time, the wildness, tenacity, toughness, and strength of beasts can be perfectly displayed, and it will definitely fascinate a lot of people...

Snapped!

A slap slapped Mr. Tiger on the forehead, and Mao Mao, the king character on his forehead, was beaten flying.

Mr. Tiger was shocked, and stared blankly at the lover in front of him, wondering why he was not overwhelmed by his handsomeness.

"Didn't you say fishing? Where is the fish?"

Well……

Mr. Tiger stretched out his paw to touch his forehead, and muttered, "I didn't catch it."

"Hurry up and turn back into a human, of course you can't be caught with this appearance."

Having said that, Zong Jue couldn't help but pat Mr. Tiger's back.

The hair is soft and smooth, exuding a beautiful luster, and the tendons are strong and powerful.

He touched it back and forth a few more times, curiously wondering why Mr. Tiger had no fat on his body because he ate so much meat every day.

Mr. Tiger was beaten and scolded, and he was upset, so he turned his head and fell to the ground.

Zong Jue has been with him for so long, so he knows his temper too well.

He also sat down next to him, and said, "Obviously you volunteered to come fishing, and you lost your temper if you didn't catch it."

"The fish here are very good, it's not easy to catch, why don't I make a thunderbolt."

"Don't!" Zong Jue refused straight away, "The last time I went up the mountain was because of your thunder, which made everyone unhappy. If you thunder again, we will have no place to sleep tonight."

"That's different. Last time there were people I hated, but now there are only you and me in this world."

Mr. Tiger has an advantage, probably the only advantage, that is, many simple words become love words after he says them.

Zong Jue smiled, and lay down with his head on Mr. Tiger's stomach.

The sun was shining warmly on his body, and Mr. Tiger's belly was also soft. It was like a big natural pillow, and it would automatically rise and fall when lying on it, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Speaking of which, it has been more than a year since they met.

Two days ago, Mr. Tiger didn't know if he was struck by the lightning he struck, so he suddenly proposed to go camping on the mountain.

Zong Jue also wanted to enjoy the scenery of nature occasionally, so he agreed, and the two prepared barbecue ingredients and camping props and went up the mountain.

The location was also chosen by Mr. Tiger, who said it was to commemorate their first meeting.

The tent was set up by the spring, and he even recommended himself to go fishing, and then Zong Jue watched him run away chasing butterflies with a fishing rod and a small bucket.

Well, he shouldn't expect too much from an animal's IQ.

But he still liked this kind of quiet time in the afternoon, Zong Jue closed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch Mr. Tiger's belly.

Just when he was drowsy, Mr. Tiger suddenly shrugged, changed his position, and hugged him.

You can imagine for yourself, the feeling of being hugged by a big fur toy on a hot day, especially this toy is still alive and hot, and it likes to move around.

Zong Jue was a little out of breath, so he grabbed the tiger's chin and pushed it aside.

Mr. Tiger was sad and said aggrievedly: "Honey, you hate me."

"I don't hate you, you are too big."

"Obviously you like big ones."

Mr. Tiger moved his waist, and a hard thing pressed against Zong Huo's buttocks.

He woke up suddenly, and stretched out his hand to touch Mr. Tiger's belly, and sure enough, the work stood up vigorously.

He hurriedly pushed Mr. Tiger away and shouted, "You want to kill me."

"Don't worry, I know the number, at most it will make you want to die."

Zong Jue wanted to sit up, but Mr. Tiger threw him to the ground again, hugged him from behind, and licked his cheek with his tongue.

After all, Mr. Tiger's IQ is not completely off the line, and he puts down his strength when licking, but the barb on his tongue is still quite uncomfortable.

Zong Jue frightenedly thought that if the thing really got in, it would probably cost him half his life.

"Do you still want to eat meat in the future? Stop eating meat immediately!" he shouted.

This move was simply Mr. Tiger's Achilles' heel, he didn't dare to force it, he hugged Zong Jue's waist, and rubbed the penis between his legs back and forth.

The liquid flowed out, and Zong Jue's legs were wet. He blushed, and he really didn't expect this guy to be in heat anytime, anywhere.

However, Mr. Tiger got even worse and asked, "If you don't want me to go in, do you use your hands or your legs."

"Use a knife."

"It's related to your sexual happiness for the rest of your life, are you willing?"

Mr. Tiger's skin is as rough and thick as his body, so he won't be afraid of Zong Jue's threats. Seeing that Zong Jue didn't intend to use his hands, he simply hugged him and continued to stretch his waist.

He was so strong that Zong Jue couldn't resist, so he had to bend his knees and lie on the grass at his will.

He just felt the hot object rubbing back and forth between his legs, and after a while, a large area of ​​his body was wet.

Imagining the lewd scene at this moment, he suddenly had an impulse, half closed his eyes and gasped for breath.

It didn't take long for the heat wave to hit the crotch, first there was a burst of damp heat, then the heat dissipated, and the whole lower body was wet.

Zong Jue opened his eyes, his pants were wet with white liquid, but the thing was still not satisfied, it kept bumping between his legs.

Zong Jue was so confused, his penis raised his head, and found that he was driven into heat by the beast, Zong Jue's face became even redder, and he cursed: "You beast!"

"I'm a beast."

Mr. Tiger took it for granted, vented a wave, he became more comfortable, returned to human form, maintained the mating posture, and leaned forward to kiss Zongjue.

Zong Jue asked angrily, "Why are you willing to change back?"

"Because the original form can't kiss you, or do you want me to kiss your bottom? I watch the bestiality CD..."

Zong Jue hastily kissed back, lest he would really be sucked by a tiger, that would be too lewd.

I want to thank Mr. Tiger for his simplicity of thinking. He didn't notice Zong Jue's small thoughts, exchanging passionate kisses with him, rubbing his belly on his buttocks.

It's just that stock sex couldn't satisfy him, and his desire rose again during the kiss. He tore off Zong Jue's belt a few times, took off his pants, and was about to enter.

Zong Jue doesn't like this kind of animal mating posture, but Mr. Tiger is an animal, and he never tires of this posture.

Feeling that the words were about to enter, Zong Jue hurriedly said, "Let me do it."

Mr. Tiger didn't turn the corner for a while, and asked, "You fucked me?"

"I'd rather have you fuck me."

Zong Jue turned around and pushed Mr. Tiger to the ground.

He took off his already dirty pants, straddled Mr. Tiger's waist, lifted his waist slightly, pressed his cunt on his penis, and sat down slowly.

As number zero, this way of intercourse can make people more happy, and it is not easy to be hurt if he takes the lead.

But Mr. Tiger didn't know Zong Jue's thoughts, he thought he was going to play tricks, and when he saw his naked lower body actively courting him, his blood was even more passionate, and he thrust his waist vigorously and sprinted without waiting for his orders.

Zong Jue was caught off guard and said, "Slow down, slow down."

"I can't stand being so slow."

Mr. Tiger is usually careless no matter what he does, only he is domineering in sexual matters. Zong Sui guessed that this is also due to his nature as an animal, so he followed him.

Feeling that thing galloping in the body, it swelled a lot, the lower body was almost filled, besides the heat flow brought by the friction, there was also a churning lust.

Mr. Tiger has no skills at all, just blindly reckless.

The words were also thick, and every time they touched the sensitive parts of Zong Jue's body, he would tremble like an electric shock.

Yehe in the mountains doesn't even need basic restraint, the object in his body is like an iron pestle, every impact seems to penetrate it.

Zong Jue felt that his body couldn't swallow the thing anymore, so he had to lean on Mr. Tiger's chest and straighten his buttocks so that it would sink deeper.

Desire was surging in his body, and Zong Jue's penis was also raised high. He lost his mind, moaned, held the penis up and down and moved it up and down.

Mr. Tiger thought he wasn't cooperating enough, so he ravaged his buttocks with his palm, and then pressed down hard, forcing Zong Jue to lean closer to him and accept his penetration.

This movement went back and forth for a long time, and Zong Jue climaxed amidst the sound of physical impact and moaning.

He flicked the penis quickly, and the enjoyment stimulated Mr. Tiger. He flicked on his buttocks, and then stood up a few times to shoot the semen into him.

The collision finally stopped, and Zong Jue was also exhausted, lying on Mr. Tiger's body.

Mr. Tiger hugged him and said flatteringly, "Xiao Jue, you are so delicious."

"Is it more delicious than the meat I cook?"

"Um……"

For Mr. Tiger, this is a difficult question to answer. Zong Jue smiled when he saw that he was struggling.

"You can think about this question when you eat meat at night."

"it is good!"

"Before that, remember to catch the fish."

"it is good!"

Mr. Tiger, who was fed, had a very good temper, and after taking a rest for a while, he sat up and helped Zong Jue wipe the stains.

Zong Jue refused, saying that it would be better to just wash it, since the spring water is right next to it anyway.

"Then I'll go fishing."

Mr. Tiger picked up his fishing rod and bucket and went to the nearby stream. When two butterflies flew by, his eyes lit up immediately, and he chased the butterflies and ran away.

"Remember to come back for dinner tonight."

Zong Jue yelled loudly, seeing Mr. Tiger jumping for joy, Zong Jue no longer had any expectations of whether he could catch fish.

Forget it, as long as he has fun, every pet is a little ancestor who can't take care of himself and needs to be pampered.

Zong Jue deeply realized this cognition as early as the first day he adopted Mr. Tiger, and he will continue to realize it in the future.

Raising a large pet is indeed painful and joyful.

Finish