Little Master and Little Idol

I don't know who was the first to pull the seemingly non-existent distance between the two to zero, and when they came back to their senses, they had already kissed together.

The little idol supported the young master's neck with his left hand, and his right hand tightly hugged his waist to press himself. The young master raised his head and cooperated with him emotionally.

The rubbing of lips and lips could no longer meet the needs of the little idol at the moment. He urgently needed more to fill the void in his heart and soothe the deeper anxiety. He stopped to breathe slightly, stepped back a little distance, and gently Touching the young master's cheek, his voice was low and hoarse: "Good boy, open your mouth."

The young master blushed so badly that his whole body was about to smoke, but he still opened his mouth obediently, revealing a little pink tip of his tongue.

The little idol took a heavy breath, lowered his head and pried open his teeth and drove straight in to chase his tongue.

He lustfully licked every corner of the young master's mouth, the tongues of the two were tightly intertwined, and the exchange of body fluid made a sizzling sound.

I don't know who walked to the edge of the sofa first, and when the two of them calmed down a little, they had already turned into little idols and sat on the sofa. The young master kneeled beside him with his legs apart and hugged his neck.

The little idol slowly withdrew from the young master's mouth, their foreheads were against their foreheads, their noses were against their noses, their breaths intertwined, and the ambiguity quietly grew.

The little idol's hand gradually slipped down from the young master's waist until it touched a full circle. The young master's body froze suddenly, like a frightened rabbit leaning back, and was pulled back in time by the little idol so that he did not fall off the sofa.

"What are you running for? Huh?" The little idol felt a little helpless and funny, pinching the tip of his nose, "Is that why you're so afraid of me?"

Sitting on his lap, the little young master felt strange all over his body. Hearing the low voice of the little idol, half of his body collapsed, as if his bones had been pulled out.

He moved his butt uncomfortably, and suddenly bumped into something hard.

The young master froze again, he subconsciously looked down, then looked up at the little idol, with a look of pitiful grievance: "You, you...you..."

The little idol approached him, "What am I?"

As he spoke, he pushed up on purpose.

Young Master: "..."

He didn't know what to do, he could only look at the person in front of him with wet eyes.

The little idol stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and sighed, "Stop watching, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

Nothing happened that night, the two of them sat quietly on the sofa for a while after kissing, and then the young master ran to the kitchen with red ears to reheat the meals he had made and set them up.

The two of them went to bed after eating and taking a shower.

The young master couldn't sleep. He had a lot to ask and things he couldn't understand.

He couldn't keep his mind on things, and he couldn't hide his thoughts in his eyes, so he turned over and asked an arm's distance away: "Why did you kiss me just now?"

The little idol paused when he lay down, and he was silent for two seconds without answering, but asked instead: "Do you like it?"

The young master vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this answer, but he couldn't tell what the problem was, he just answered according to his heart: "I like... I like it."

The little idol didn't expect him to be so straightforward, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reached out to grab the person and held him in his arms. When the little person filled his arms, he felt his heart suddenly feel at ease, "Don't ever sleep so far away."

The young master seemed a little bolder, he endured the heat on his face and stammered: "Then, can I call you Nannan from now on?"

There was a bit of eagerness and anticipation in his voice, even longing.

The little idol thought, so this Nannan is really himself.