The Elegant Life of the Maodao Family

Mao Dao's body has become very accustomed to the persistent caressing in the past few days, and he opened it almost without resistance, welcoming his fingers, tongue and his stiff and swollen avatar.Although the entrance was soft, the inside was still narrow, and he experienced an ecstatic orgasm, satisfying his desire.

"Comfortable?"

He jerked in various directions, confirming his sensations while prodding Maojima's insides.Sometimes Mao Dao twisted his waist and wept, and sometimes clutched the bed sheet tightly, his appearance was incomparably lewd.Lie on all fours, propping up his body with his knees, only raising his waist to allow his avatar to enter and exit.

Whenever he pulled out his thick and long body, the white body fluid would overflow and slide down the inner thigh of Mao Daoshi.He has vented inside once, thanks to this, the inside has become smoother, no matter how violently he thrusts his waist, Maojima will only feel an almost crazy pleasure.Mao Dao himself has already climbed to the top twice and erupted with desire.

"One more orgasm..."

In order to end the night, he put his fingers around Mao Dao's stiff body while whispering in his ear.

"Woo, ahhh!"

As he kneaded the sac that made the semen, he pushed his waist harder, penetrating hard into the most sensitive part from the inside, and Maojima's whole body bounced in response, when he stroked the wet pussy with his fingertips at the same time At the front end, thin to almost transparent body fluid gushes out from there.

Mao Dao wailed and shook his head frantically, and cried out.

He withdrew the weak clone from Maodao's body, and he also released it a second time in Maodao's body.

"Are you okay?"

After gently hugging Chiujima from the front, he kissed that wet cheek from sweat and tears.Mao Dao seemed to be still in the waves of pleasure, his head was in a mess, but he still wrapped his arms around his back and clung to him tightly.

During such a brief moment of clinging to his body, Mao Dao fell into a deep sleep as if being pulled into a swamp.

He wrung out the towel in the bathroom, wiped Mao Dao's body clean, then hugged Mao Dao and let him lie on the unused bed again.Then he went to take a shower by himself, and then got into Mao Dao's side.

They use the InterCity to go to the lake area, the InterCity is what is called the subway.It takes about three hours from Euston Station in London to Oxworm Station, where you transfer to the Lake Water Line, and you will arrive at the terminal Windermere Station in about 10 minutes.

Then rent a rental car again.

It is about five kilometers to the hotel at the destination. The hotel is located at the north of the National Highway towards Grasmere.

Mao Dao, who was boldly tempted last night, completely returned to his usual calm attitude in the morning, and became very cold.Even if he didn't help, he stuffed his luggage in the trunk himself and barely spoke at breakfast.

Although this feeling is not the same as pure shyness, but to a certain extent, he is completely immune to Mao Dao's wonderful words and deeds.I feel: "No matter what he says, my mood should improve after a while." And there is the most reasonable explanation of "it's almost time to experience travel fatigue".

The inn this time is also an old building with a long history originally owned by nobles.Built in the early nineteenth century, it was used by nobles as villas and accommodations for hunting, so it has a vast hinterland.The building itself is not very big, and there are only about twenty guest rooms. It is a small hotel commonly known as a country house.

He made this travel plan with the idea that the most important thing is to let the Maodao family enjoy an unfettered trip.If he was alone, he would not always choose such a noble and high-level accommodation, but would choose a more ordinary, narrow and warm accommodation where the old couple only provided one or two rooms in their own home. Bar?

If Mrs. Mao Dao had traveled several times, he would also want to tell Mrs. Mao this common way of traveling. I thought it was too reckless to do so.

After being warmly welcomed by the hotel owner and his wife and taken to the room, he looked at Mao Dao who still couldn't shake his indifferent attitude, and asked in a suspicious tone: "...are you angry?"

Although he thought it was unlikely, he was worried that Mao Dao was holding a grudge because of being made to cry in bed last night. Although Mao Dao was the one who took the initiative to seduce him, he became unable to control himself halfway through, and did a lot of things. Excessive things.It is not unimaginable if Mao Dao's troubles are caused by this.

After being questioned face to face, Mao Dao seemed a little guilty.

"It's nothing."

"But aren't you very spiritless?"

"thirsty."

He was a little bit taken aback, but this was a line that Ms. Mao Dao would most likely say.

Before unpacking, he first made black tea for Mao Daoshi with the teapot and tea bags attached to the room.Let Mao Dao sit on a chair by the window with a teacup.

Mao Dao whispered his name.

"what happened?"

He stopped the hand that was arranging the things in the suitcase to the closet, turned his head and gently urged Maujima to continue talking.

Mao Dao asked in a weak and hoarse voice: "Because I'm too willful, don't you hate me...?"

He was surprised and troubled at the same time.I think Chiushima-san is depressed due to fatigue, maybe he is almost tired of traveling?

"You don't want to go home, do you?"

"No."

He walked to Mao Dao's side and knelt down, took Mao Dao's hand and held it tightly.The hand that felt a little cold to the touch deepened the love and affection of "I want to warm you up right now".

"If I hated you just because you asked me to make tea, I would have hated you a long time ago. You are such a fool, but you are cute."

When the finger print kissed, Mao Dao's body trembled suddenly.

"In the afternoon, go to the front of the hotel to have a look. It is built on the mountainside, so you can overlook Lake Windermere. You should be able to see the lake surface turning purple due to the setting sun in the west, and then turning to golden yellow. ? That is a very beautiful view, the opposite bank is connected to the mountains, and the sun will slowly sink into the mountains, I want you to see that scene too."

"Ah."

Mao Dao finally gave a positive answer, so he also became happy.

"Okay, just sit here and take a rest. If you need another cup of black tea, I'll make it for you again, just let me know."

Mao Daoshi stared at him quietly, as if he wanted to say something, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't say a word.

The way to play in the lake area is different from that in the suburbs of London and the Cotswolds.In addition to visiting the beautiful gardens with the magnificent scenery of the lake, mountains, and hills as the backdrop, you can also enjoy the view of the lake itself, drive through the canyon section of the central area, and enjoy hiking trails with multiple routes.In addition, you can also visit the Dove Cottage (Dove Cottage) where Wordsworth, the representative British poet, lived with his sister and wife, and explore the scenery he loves so much.

At the hotel's dinner table, you can look out at the vast sky, mountains, and the ever-changing scene of the color of the lake under the setting sun.Even Mao Dao, who was in a depressed mood when he first arrived here, slowly had a conversation with him as usual while appreciating the magnificent panorama of nature.

That night Mao Dao also wanted to have sex with him, but this time even he tried his best to restrain himself, only controlling the extent of kissing and comforting him while sleeping with Mao Dao before he fell asleep.When he explained: "Because I want to go for a drive tomorrow." Mao Dao also fell silent and fell asleep obediently.

The next day he went to the pigeon house where the poet lived as planned, and to the village where Peter Rabbit was born.The hometown of the cute rabbits who made Wedgwood porcelain series is located in a small village on the other side of Lake Windermere by boat.It was a village called Near Sawrey, where the author lived until his death.On the grass field outside the village, you can see the flock of sheep squatting leisurely, chewing grass, etc., which is very idyllic.

"I plan to stay here from the day after tomorrow. The B&B run by Shingo and Lesley is a farmhouse built in the [-]th century, so there are not only birds in the garden, but also a pool where ducks and wild ducks swim. And the farm connected to the backyard seems to have sheep."

"Oh."

Mao Dao only agreed casually in a nonchalant tone.

"Would you like to take a walk to see the shortest hiking trail tomorrow?"

He thought it would be nice to walk around the lake with Mr. Mao Dao, so he made this suggestion, but Mrs. Mao shook his head and said he didn't want to go.

"Why? You only need to walk about six or seven kilometers around the butter lake (Buttermere). I think you should be fine."

"But……"

After looking away abruptly, Mao Dao said, "Don't you also want to go somewhere with friends you haven't seen for a long time? You have insisted on coming to this place since you planned your itinerary."

"This...of course I have accumulated a lot of things to say to Shen Wu, and I also want to meet Leslie..."

After tilting his head and answering like this, his expression suddenly lit up as if he had thought of something.

"By the way, maybe it would be nice for four of us to go together."

"I don't like walking."

Mao Dao showed a disgusted expression as if angry, and turned his head away forcefully.

He sighed.

"You, you are still a stubborn and willful young master of the greenhouse."

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