Little Master and Little Idol

The little idol opened the box of the cake and saw a big heart drawn on the delicate cake, which said: Happy Birthday Nan Nan, followed by a cute smiling face.

The young master looked at the little idol eagerly: "Taste quickly to see if it tastes good."

The little idol chuckled, scraped off a layer of cream with his index finger and put it in his mouth, saying meaningfully, "It's very sweet."

The young master stared at him, his face suddenly turned red, and he turned away embarrassedly: "It's good to be sweet."

"But it's not sweet enough." The little idol said.

The young master looked up at him, then turned away, the disappointment on his face could not be concealed, but he still tried his best to say: "I'm sorry, I will..." Before he finished speaking, his mouth was gagged , the little idol leaned his upper body forward and kissed him.

This kiss was menacing, different from the gentleness of the past, and a bit domineering.

The sudden kiss didn't last long, the little idol gently stroked the young master's cheek with his thumb, and added with a smile: "This is how sweet it is."

The young master stared at him without speaking, but his ears gradually turned red, and the little idol looked at him quietly with a smile on his lips.

Some emotion grows quietly in the hearts of the two in an invisible place, ambiguous and stalemate.

The two of them ate the cake quietly for a while, the cake was not big, just enough for two people to eat.

After eating the cake, the young master stared at the cream on the corner of the idol's mouth in a daze. He suddenly rushed forward and hugged the idol's waist with both hands, and buried his head in his arms: "Nannan, I want to kiss you too."

The little idol hugged him tightly, his chest trembled slightly: "Yes."

So the young master slowly raised his head, and fixed his hands on both sides of the little idol's neck, letting him lower his head slightly so that he could reach his lips.

He is inexperienced and has poor kissing skills. He kisses the corners of his beloved's lips with love and bravery, and the little idol seems to be teasing him, his lips are tightly closed, and he refuses to open a little to give him a chance to deepen the two. personal kisses.

The young master was like a puppy hugging someone for a long time, but he still couldn’t pry open the little idol’s lips. He was a little discouraged and a little bit angry. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The pink tip of his tongue slid across his lips and felt moist. It was slippery, but the young master raised his eyes to observe the expression of the little idol while licking it, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

The little idol suddenly tightened his arms and pressed the person towards him: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." The young master answered bravely, he didn't want to be cowardly, and stuck out his tongue as he spoke, wanting to make trouble. The little idol didn't give him a chance this time, and directly lowered his head and sucked his tongue into his own mouth.

"Hmm." An indistinct syllable came out of the young master's throat.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and the two gradually became dissatisfied.

Of course, the most dissatisfied was the little idol, he couldn't take it anymore, so he just picked him up and strode back into the room.

The young master was a little panicked the moment he was picked up, and he was so nervous that he opened his eyes slightly.

The little idol put him on the bed, knelt on the young master's side with two legs, and looked down at him.

Two buttons of his shirt have been unbuttoned, and the hem has been pulled out from his trousers. The little idol put his hand on the third button and slowly unbuttoned it. The young master watched his movements and swallowed.

"Do you know what I will do?" The little idol stopped, his tone was heavy, he touched the young master's face, his movements became gentle and even loving, "If you say no, there is still time to stop." The young master At this moment, his chaotic head still maintained a trace of sobriety to support him to answer: "No."

The little idol was stunned for a second, the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and veins popped out of his arm.

The young master continued with a trembling voice, "Don't stop."