Island crisis!

The little crow is playing with fire in the bathroom, and Mo Dashen is the type who is willing to let him play casually.

He originally thought that it would be good enough to get Qiao to accept him with a nod, and the specific intimate details should be repeated gradually, and he never dreamed of eating people before the little crow became an adult.

Occasionally kissing and masturbating has made Mo Dashen as happy as if he was in the sky surrounded by white clouds.

So now, Situ Qiao squatted down and took the initiative to hug his tightest place. What kind of feeling does this feel?He can't describe it in words.

Satisfied to hear his Ermao panting low, Situ Qiao squirmed his little mouth slightly.

He also just knows that it can be done like this, but he doesn't have any skills at all, but it's okay to explore the technology slowly by yourself.

Sprayed the clear water in his mouth on Mo Junjie's hard object, and without any burden, he stretched out his warm little tongue, licked repeatedly on the uneven pillar, drew arcs in circles, and was caught Mo Dashen described it as sweet torture.

He had watched this kid grow up since he was a child, from a fledgling snack food to a popular foodie in a blink of an eye.

Gently rubbing the black hair on the little crow's head, Mo Dashen thought secretly in his heart, in this life, except him, no one would even want to touch a finger of his bridge!

After licking and sucking for a long time, it turned out that the thing was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting harder and harder. There was no sign of diarrhea at all. The little crow was so bitter that he kept breathing through his nose, his mouth was not big, and his small face was holding back. It was flushed red, and it seemed to be working hard.

He accidentally scraped his small front tooth against the sensitive place of Mo Dashen, and Mo Dashen was about to pant and praise how comfortable he was, but he heard his crow boy exclaim inarticulately, "Momo, you are really big here. "

All of a sudden, a bad premonition struck.

Mo Dashen opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the thing that Situ Qiao held in his mouth gradually shriveled at a speed that was visible to the naked eye and felt personally, and returned to its original appearance when he was not emotional. His face was black at that time.

Situ Qiao was shocked, and when he met Mo Dashen's cruel and embarrassing eyes, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing again, so he immediately made up for it, sticking out his little tongue for a while to seduce, "I didn't mean it, Momo be good..."

As a result, the place that had just shriveled was strong again!

Mo Dashen's face was pale and unpredictable. This was not the first time that he suddenly became "impotent" when he was making out with Situ Qiao. If it was a coincidence once, what about twice?three times?

"Situ Qiao!" This sentence was forced out of the teeth.

Facing his man's anger, Situ Qiao just shrank his neck, and took a few more serious sucks, successfully sucking Mo Dashen to a great extent.

"That... Momo, I don't mean to dislike you too much."

Originally, this sentence was nothing, but from the mouth of the little crow, Mo Dashen almost ejaculated prematurely.

It is sweet and painful to have such a lover.

Situ Qiao saw that Ermao's expression was not good, so he immediately pushed away and stopped licking.

He grabbed the bath towel hanging on the wall and was about to sneak out of the bathroom, but was brought back by a big hand, pressing it against the cold and piercing wall, the small earlobe was held in his mouth, and he gnawed on it carefully.

"You want to leave after tossing me?"

"I..." Facing such explicit eyes, Situ Qiao blinked his big eyes, not knowing what to do, Momo must be angry, right? "Actually... It's also good to exercise your contraction skills..."

"To shut up!"

Mo Dashen was sure that his premature ejaculation and impotence had something to do with his own child, and he could vaguely guess what it was.

What the hell did he commit? His best friend has a big crow's mouth, and his favorite lover has a small crow's mouth.

The index finger stuck into the mouth of the little crow, stirred it for a while, and after it was covered with enough crystals, it reached behind him, and gently stretched along the buttocks into the place that made him haunted for a long time.

Situ Qiao was in a cold sweat, and he stabbed something suddenly behind him, almost making him cry out.

Just about to open his mouth to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere at the scene, he saw the corners of his lips were licked several times by Mo Dashen as soon as he opened his lips. Stretching in slowly, sealed all his words in his mouth.

It wasn't until three fingers could be accommodated underneath, the little crow was so dazed by the kiss that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north. Then Mo Dashen let go with satisfaction, and shook the place where his house was already full of energy, his voice was low and somewhat He said hoarsely, "Qiao, turn around yourself."

At such critical moments in the future, we must watch Qiao's mouth.

"I... um..."

The little crow who was about to speak was kissed to death again. It seemed that the other party had made up his mind not to let him speak. How could this be?

At least give him a chance to make amends, isn't there the lore weapon "Little Star"!

Situ Qiao was dazed again by a burst of kisses. He didn't feel anything when his legs were pressed against him. The hole behind him was slowly pushed apart, and he didn't realize it until he entered the deep bottom. After realizing it, it hurts so much, the pain I have never experienced before, but it is full of a sense of satisfaction from being filled with the body, which is very contradictory.

"Well……"

Although the back is very full and swollen, the pain cannot be ignored. Situ Qiao hugged his man's shoulders with tears streaming down his face. God sensed something.

"feeling bad?"

"It's okay, the main reason is that you are too... well..."

Mo Dashen suddenly realized that he shouldn't ask Qiao anything at this time.

Almost, it was "overcast" by the bridge again.

Knowing that he didn't do it on purpose, but that position is related to their future happy life, impotence and premature ejaculation must not always be allowed.

He turned all the grievances and grievances in his heart into the driving force for thrusting, hugged his small body tightly, and began to move crazily.

Situ Qiao gasped for breath, he had no more energy to crow his mouth at this time, he was going to be squeezed clean from head to toe by Mo Dashen!

"Ah—um—"

The pain was gradually replaced by the tingling pleasure, and he was so excited that he even curled up his toes.

Although they were standing up for the first time, but... this does not affect self-taught, and Situ Qiao, who is gradually being served comfortably, caters to the great god's actions.

The shower head in the bathroom hadn't been turned off yet, and the bathtub had already been filled with hot water. When Mo Dashen stepped into it with the little crow in his arms and started a new round of madness, the real blending of water and milk was probably like this.

His bridge is really great.

He wasn't naturally gay, and never thought he would fit so well with Bridge's body.

"Qiao, I love you." Although everyone thought that what a man said at this time was perfunctory, Mo Junjie said it very sincerely.

He picked up the little crow that was sitting on his lap, panting and tired and unable to speak, and kissed his face and neck carefully, "From now on, you are not allowed to talk casually at this time, you understand?"

Situ Qiao turned his head, and the excitement and happiness that had just overflowed in his heart disappeared in an instant.

The back was still swollen, and his face was turned around again, but Mo Dashen found that his expression was wrong, and said with a painful and sad face, "You despise me! I don't despise you so much!"

Mo Dashen, "..."

Situ Qiao, "..."

Mo Dashen, "Situ Qiao!!!"

Situ Qiao, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

This night, the two of them stayed in the bathroom all the time. The calls from outside kept ringing, and the assistant knocked on the door all the time. Whoever they loved, Mo Dashen used his body and actions to educate Situ Qiao, who always made mistakes, in the bathtub for one night. !

When he wrapped the person tightly in a towel and was about to return to the bedroom with the "dying" little crow in his arms, he found a person sitting in the living room. Who was it if it wasn't the big crow mouth Wang Yan?

He subconsciously wrapped the little crow tighter, but he didn't care that he was completely naked.

Wang Yan also whistled with a smile on his face, "Damn, do you think I am a master of things? I told you that you are a pedophile, but I didn't expect that I couldn't help but take down Xiaoqiao so soon? Oops, Let me see the red spot on this leg...Momo, you are too unkind, why don't you even let go of the sole of your foot? The bridge is almost cooked by you!"

"Get out—" Mo Junjie was not surprised that Wang Yan was here.

First of all, the door of the house was not locked, but except for Wang Yan, who was heartless and shameless than the city wall, the assistants would never dare to push the door in by themselves.

Without stopping at all, he returned to the bedroom with his beloved crow in his arms, and lay down on the big bed to start a good sleep. Although he withered several times a night, this did not affect the high-quality sexual experience. His bridge body The flexibility is really amazing.

"Go to sleep."

"Hmm." Situ Qiao twisted his waist, grasped Mo Dashen's chest, and replied lazily.

It's about to be tossed around... However, it was really comfortable to be served in the back, so the little crow didn't reject this kind of thing, and even wanted to fight Mo Dashen for a few more rounds after recovering his physical strength!

Before Situ Qiao fell asleep in a daze, Mo Dashen kissed his little pink ears, and whispered in his ear, "Does Qiao have any special abilities?"

Not a question, but a certainty.

"Well, yes. Actually, I am a spiritualist."

"..." I don't believe it at all.

Lingling master, do you specialize in premature ejaculation and impotence?

"I am a spiritualist with mutated abilities."

"I believe this."

"Hmph." Situ Qiao turned over and simply stopped sleeping on his chest. This person didn't save him any face, and his self-esteem was not enough.

Mo Dashen smiled, and hugged him tightly from behind, "Sleep, Qiao."

They have been slowly discussing the issue of the Spiritualist.