The Elegant Life of the Maodao Family

The wall began to stick wetly to the fingers, and the inside of the body was hot and cooked.Under the continuous teasing of the sensitive part, Mao Dao's front also erected hard, and the mouth of the bell was wet.

He hugged Mao Dao's legs, and while pulling out his fingers, pushed into his own huge body.Mao Dao moaned from between his lips, and he sealed Mao Dao's voice with a kiss.The waist moved forward by leaning the upper body, and Mao Dao shook her head vigorously while crying.

"Chengren... Mr. Chengren."

When he touched his cheeks, kissed his nose, and lightly pecked the long eyelashes drooping from tears with his lips, Maojima let out a sinful and cute gasp, and clung to his body tightly.

"Want more, right?"

As he asked, he suddenly raised his waist to stimulate the deepest part.Mao Dao groaned indistinctly, and the knuckles of the knuckles holding his hands turned white and bloodless.When violently shaking and stimulating the depths and stirring the inside, Maojima made a high-pitched and unbearable voice as if he couldn't hold back, and the avatar that was sandwiched between the two abdomens and was rubbed kept dripping transparent juice.

"Already, so sad. So uncomfortable..."

Mao Dao pleaded intermittently.

"If it hurts, just shoot it out."

He added a slow rhythm to the waist-high movement and urged, "You should be able to climax just from the back, right?"

"Ah ah ah..."

Then, with his intense impact penetrating the depths, Chishima-shi faced an ecstatic climax.

The strong contraction of the organs like a constriction also attacked him who had penetrated deeply into the inside. He was ready to endure it early in the morning, but he still couldn't help moaning, releasing a full amount of hot fluid in Maodao's body.Chiujima seems to be facing an orgasm again because of this eruptive touch.

He hugged Maodao's body tightly with great strength, and greedily sought his lips in such a manner that he didn't even let him breathe.

Mao Dao's whole body convulsed slightly, and he desperately took a big breath to inhale air during the rough kiss.

Sometimes he would uneasily think that if this continues, the Maodao family may soon become the center of gravity of his world.When I first faced the forced confession, I never thought that it would turn into such a passionate love.Although I had a hunch that I would be very addicted to it, I didn't expect to be so addicted to it.

Every time I lie in the same bed, the violent incident like a storm will continue to happen repeatedly.He has reflected on it several times, in fact, he could be more calm, but next time he will do the same thing in vain, such behavior is really childish.It is obvious that Mao Dao is a noble young man who looks like an elegant and slender piece of glass art, but when he keeps giving stimulation to the point that Mao Dao pleads and cries, it makes him excited.

Mao Daoshi in his arms calmly regained his composure.

He pressed his lips to Mao Dao's shoulder, and put his hand deep into the tightly closed thigh.

"Ah, no."

Mao Dao frowned with a provocative expression. Although he said no, his knees opened slowly without much resistance.

"Lie, you look like you want to do it again."

He looked into Mao Dao's eyes and joked.

Mao Dao only let out a weak sound in his throat, and looked away from him.

"This time I will spend more time than before, and I will help you lick here."

He easily sucked the wet inside into his fingers, drawing big circles inside.

"...Aah!"

"It's all soaked."

When he brought the drawn finger to Mao Dao's mouth, Mao Dao tremblingly opened his lips, timidly licking the remaining stains on his fingers with his tongue.

"Hmm... hoo..."

"Mr. Chengren..."

He put his fingers in Mao Dao's mouth, moved his body and sucked his lips into the small spot on his chest that was congested and stiff.

The night is still long, and he has a lot of time to love Mao Dao.

The next morning, Mikimoto delivered the coffee to Chiushima's room, and gasped slightly when he saw Chiushima, who had heard that he had hypotension, getting up from the bed with a tired face.He was neatly dressed in pajamas, except for the heavy eyelids as if he hadn't slept enough, although he didn't know how to describe it, but Mikimoto instantly felt a strong erotic charm emanating from Kaojima's whole body .

"I'm sorry, Mr. Maoshima."

Mikimoto swallowed hard and apologized falteringly.

"I thought you should have woken up, so I brought coffee over, that... I'll come back later."

It was close to nine o'clock, and Mikimoto thought that he would never come too early.

"Give me the coffee..."

When Mikimoto walked out of the room and was about to close the door, Maojima finally answered.

"Would you like to drink now?"

When Mikimoto confirmed again, this time Chiujima also nodded quickly.

Mikimoto was unbelievably nervous when he handed the coffee cup to Majima, the cup rattling against the saucer.When Chiujima's slender fingers took the cup from Royal Copenhagen, Mikimoto finally felt relieved.

The guest bed is very spacious, and Ms. Maodao sits slightly to the left.The pajamas on his body should be the pajamas brought by the guest who came yesterday, and the buttons are neatly buttoned to the top, which makes people feel that he really deserves to be a noble young master.Obviously Mao Dao's clothes are so neatly dressed, why did he feel such obscenity at the beginning?Regarding this, Mikimoto could only wonder if there was something wrong with his head.

"Breakfast can be prepared for you at any time. Can I please come down to the restaurant downstairs for dinner after changing?"

"I see."

After Mikimoto finished what he had to say, he left the room in a slightly hasty pace.

He let out a sigh of relief when he closed the door, and was called out from the side almost at the same time, Mikimoto was startled and quickly adjusted his posture.

"Good morning."

"Uh, ah... Good morning."

"Has Mr. Maoshima woke up?"

"Already awake, I just delivered coffee."

"Thank you so much, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The male gardener seemed to have had a good night's sleep, and seemed to be in a good mood, with a refreshed expression on his face.

When I looked at him again in this way, I found that he was indeed full of vitality and dynamism, and also exuded the masculine charm that most women would not be able to help but look back at him.His facial contours are rough but very upright, he is tall and has slender hands and feet that make people look like a god, so that alone is enough to attract attention, and his eyes are also frighteningly intelligent, and he feels that there are excellent insights hidden in them.

In fact, I'm not a gardener but a garden guard. Even if he said so, Mikimoto would believe it, right?

"Shall I bring you coffee?"

Miki Onto said sympathetically.

"No, I'm fine. Have it with breakfast."

He knocked on Mao Dao's door and answered.

"I'll go downstairs as soon as I take care of Mr. Mashima."

Mikimoto noticed for the first time that he was carrying a folding bag for carrying clothes.

Although there was a vague feeling of strangeness, before Mikimoto looked carefully, he disappeared behind the door, and in the end he couldn't even figure out what was strange.

"Mr. Maodao and the others are already awake?"

Kajuko, who was making scrambled eggs in the kitchen, noticed Mikimoto coming down from the second floor, and that was the first sentence she asked.

"Yes."

The kitchen was full of aromas, because Mikimoto felt that Kajuko's appearance standing in the kitchen was very strange, so he couldn't help staring at her hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth naturally.Thinking about how she probably cooked like this every day when she lived alone in a rented house in Europe, she couldn't help but wish she could get to know Kajuko earlier.

Mikimoto didn't realize until recently that he fell in love with Hana Takane, who has the title of "The Boss's Daughter", and he was full of difficulties after discovering this.I don't know how many times he tried to suppress his emotions thinking that the other party was not a woman who could be reached by a mere secretary. Fortunately, he managed to maintain a normal mind so far.

"Mr. Mikimoto, can you help me bring this plate to the table?"

Hearing Kajuko's voice, Mikimoto suddenly came back to his senses.

On a large tray, there are scrambled eggs that are soft and fluffy with cheese, and there are also colorful side dishes such as sausages, tomatoes, and broccoli.

After Mikimoto cleared the dining table, the two of them happened to come down from the second floor.

Chiujima wears a light gray shirt with a well-shaped collar and iron gray suit pants, and is dressed in a more casual style.The man who followed Mao Daoshi was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans. He was very plainly dressed, but because of his slightly higher waist and well-balanced body shape, he was so handsome that he even made people sigh enviously.

When looking at the two of them, the wonderful feeling in Mikimoto's mind just now revived again.

How should I put it, they seem to be... just as soon as this idea came up, he quickly brushed that ridiculous metaphor out of his mind.

Kajuko looked at Mikimoto suspiciously.

Mikimoto noticed her gaze, tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, and walked back to the kitchen to prepare black tea and coffee in two large teapots.

At the breakfast table, Kajuko and the guests brought by Ms. Maodao had witty and humorous conversations, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.The male gardener is very knowledgeable. One moment he talks about in-depth current affairs and scientific topics in a relaxed tone as if it is a matter of course, and the next moment he is not against talking about extremely vulgar topics.

Among them, the thing that most aroused Kajuko's interest seemed to be gardening. In the end, the two concentrated on talking about gardening and landscaping.

During this period of time, what Mikimoto cared about was of course