Mu Yuan pounced over and bit his lips like a little puppy. Jack hugged him indulgently and held his back with both hands. He was also pushed onto the sofa and reached out to pull at Jack's shorts. The shorts were elastic, and it became loose with a casual pull. His hand had already reached in excitedly. Recently, he had secretly added some knowledge, and it was finally useful.
The two of them hugged each other and rolled on the sofa.
The air was filled with the smell of hormones. Mu Yuan's claws reached out to Jack, but he was flipped over and pressed down on the sofa. Jack's breathing was a little unstable."Who told you that I'm from the bottom?"
Mu Yuan was dumbfounded. He took a look at the posture problem again. He had secretly prepared some extra supplies, such as cooling ointment, lubricating oil, etc. He had already prepared everything.
You're telling me that I'm being suppressed?
