His heart was beating hard. Nanren felt that he was deaf and needed to see an ear doctor urgently. Or how...
No no!
No need to repeat. This time Yun revealed his answer with body language. By lowering his arms and raising them by the end of his comb. Nanren shuddered at the sudden coldness.
Those statue-like hands were rubbing her belly, she.
And Nanren lay weakly, as if his entire body was made of water. All her fur was rearing up as cold fingers gently swept her skin. She rubbed and rubbed. She made her way from her belly to her waist, which looked tight. Nanren bit her lip, her arms tightly covering her eyes in embarrassment. But she couldn't refuse his touches. In fact… she felt she wanted more. He must have been mad.
He lifted his head up because Yun was too close to his neck. And cold breath was flowing down his throat. With a fresh scent.
In this way. When pale lips pressed against his collarbone, tremors emanated from his entire body. He slowly climbed up and his lips were rubbing his neck. He parted his lips and the sweet scent of wine overflowed. The hazy blue eyes were smudged with some drunkenness. With teeth deeply embedded in the flesh, Nanren quickly opened his mouth to breathe. And finally a groan escaped his lips.
She was muffled and stained with a bit of desire.
His waist was already parched, even numb, and he could hardly feel it.
Hot breath rushed through his nose.
Finally, the hands, perfect as thin bones, slid slowly towards the chest.
Nanren hurriedly grabbed her and told her to stand still, stuttering with a flushed face. But these were only weak words, and on the contrary, they were in a sense even introductory.
Yun backed away and looked at his white and graceful tall masterpieces with satisfaction. He bent down once more, and so Nanren was startled even more when he felt something slippery and wild pass through his Adam's apple.
I don't know what time it was, his shirt had already been taken off, and the hand was running as unrestrained and free as a wild horse in the wasteland.
Nanren felt his passages burning, and his throat was already dry.
Finally the right hand slowly settled on the back to support it, kisses starting from the forehead and slowly moving down to the chest, and Nanren had the illusion of being eaten until he had no bones left at that moment.
He was already ecstatic and couldn't help the embarrassing groans that came out of his mouth.
The left hand slowly moved to the pants.
'Clank-!'
The belt opened and he was stunned, feeling a tightness in his arms. Connected! The leather black belt made the white meat even more seductive. His arms were fixed above his head and he could not move. Like a fish on a chopping board, it waited to be cut.
The left hand slowly slid down his body again as the right hand continued to draw circles on his back.
"Ah-!"
The chills radiating from his spine had lifted him to the heights of pleasure, and in the end, Nanren passed out before he could remember what had happened.
-To be continued-