Yuwang raised his head, it was so hot and painful that Mo Xiaobai's muscles were tense, as if the strings were about to collapse, and the hot blood screamed ferociously in the blood vessels, almost bursting the blood vessels, and the heat and tightness made Mo Xiaobai full of tears.
Head sweating profusely.
Damn it, I can't stand teasing. I can react even when I look at a man's body. What a big deal. Mo Xiaobai was sweating profusely and kept reflecting, and finally came to the conclusion that he hadn't had sex for too long.
She is a woman, so this extreme phenomenon occurs.
Men are all sensual animals, and their bodies are the most unscrupulous things. They can be as hard as they want. The consequences of this made Mo Xiaobai very distressed. He tried hard to imagine the picture in his mind as Ji Ji's.
Ice, but in the end he found that this made him very painful. The picture he imagined was fragmented. It severely tortured his heart and body. Mo Xiaobai's hand couldn't help but go down and hold his own burning heat.
Basically, Mo Xiaobai is an optimistic person.
He is also a very Q person, so although he is distressed by such a dilemma, he also has a way to solve it.
It's okay, it's okay, Mo Xiaobai comforted himself like this. It's not shameful to react. Men, if you hold it in for a long time, no one will react. This is a normal psychological phenomenon. The picture his little cousin described is very similar to that of a woman, so
He comforted himself that this was a normal physiological reaction and he shouldn't be nervous.
He held his own things in his hands and turned them around, feeling extremely depressed. He was like Mo Xiaobai, who was loved by everyone and had flowers blooming. Although a man's right hand is omnipotent, he is rarely
Using his almighty right hand to solve a certain dilemma, unexpectedly...
"What are you doing?" Mo Yao asked. He saw the ball in the quilt shaking constantly, which was very strange, so he asked. Mo Xiaobai's whole body was stiff, and his blood seemed to freeze. He was so nervous that he almost died.
He had messed up his toy, and of course it hurt so much that Mo Yao was even more surprised. Mo Xiaobai's whole body was feeling the hot blood, and he felt like he was going to suffocate in this long torture.
Some broken images emerged in his mind. Mo Xiaobai secretly scolded himself for being an idiot. He didn't know what to say, how he imagined a woman to be... He was extremely depressed, and suddenly a cold air rushed over from the side. Mo Xiaobai didn't know what to say.
Yao lifted the quilt and lay down in it. Mo Xiaobai secretly complained and didn't know what to do. He didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to move his hand, so he held it tightly.
Next to him was Mo Yao's breath, and the similar body odor on his body made Mo Xiaobai's blood boil. Ye Feimo's words were swirling in his ears like demons, and he wanted to hit his head on tofu.
Why had he never realized that his little cousin's voice was so evocative and worthy of him savoring his voice back and forth like this? He was really going crazy.
It's hot. My whole body is hot.
Mo Yao didn't know what Mo Xiaobai was doing, but the high temperature in the quilt made him couldn't help but reach out and ask, "Do you have a fever?"
He touched Mo Xiaobai's bare arm. It was a hot day and Mo Xiaobai had always had a fine tradition of sleeping naked. But he had to avoid the boss being on the bed, so he put on a pair of trousers, but he didn't wear anything on his upper body.
Mo Yao stretched out his hand and found his smooth skin.
The skin on Mo Xiaobai's arms had been exposed to wind and rain, but it was not as rough as that of ordinary men. It was still somewhat delicate. What surprised Mo Yao was that his tentacles were almost so hot that they were about to burn.
, the muscles were extremely tight and covered in sweat.
The feeling of skin touching made Mo Xiaobai feel a bang, and all the blood in his body rushed to his face. The blood in his body made every skin on his body red. The extreme redness was unbearable.
The obscure passion, hot breathing, and desire can make people collapse.
He was like a man walking to the edge of a cliff, almost ready to jump off at all costs. This feeling of being on the verge of death had never been so strong.
He didn't dare to move, but his body was in pain. Mo Yao lifted the quilt, held Mo Xiaobai's arm and was about to turn him back when Mo Xiaobai jumped up and stood up from the bed, "I forgot to brush my teeth."
He got up from the bed in a hurry and rushed to the bathroom as if he was running away. He almost fell down because he was so embarrassed. Mo Yao was shocked. He saw it right. Although it was a startling glance, Mo Xiaobai almost didn't confront him.
He had seen it, but he still saw Mo Xiaobai, whose face was red, covered in sweat, and whose eyes were moist and affectionate. Mo Yao wondered, had he just been dazzled? Or had Xiaobai had another seizure?
Mo Xiaobai ran into the bathroom, almost couldn't wait to pull off his trousers, turned on the shower, and stood under the shower, holding his penis and stroking it, the heat spread in the bathroom, Mo Xiaobai held it with one hand
On the wall, with one hand moving, he raised his head and closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure. The sweat and water slid down the beautiful muscle texture and disappeared into the deepest part of his body.
The blood all over his body was getting hotter and hotter. This kind of stimulation seemed to be a hundred times more powerful than before in a woman's body. When he thought that it was his brother outside, and that he had just watched his brother react, Mo Xiaobai wanted to hit him like this.
It doesn't matter if it's on a dead wall.
It was as if he was lying in the thrilling waves, constantly rolling, undulating, and sprinting, and finally climbed to the peak and released it in his palm. The hot liquid slid down with the water. Mo Xiaobai's body suddenly stiffened.
Biting his lower lip tightly, holding back the sudden burst of shenyin, it was really exciting. His mind went blank, and hot fire rolled out of his eyes, and then he suddenly paused and released, and finally his eyes slowly slowly
The ground closes.
The power in his muscles was slowly released, and he was soft all over. He slowly sat down against the wall, letting the water from the shower continue to rush through his body. His body was very beautiful, and his muscle texture was healthy.
Elegant, with fatal bewitching power. Mo Xiaobai sat leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying the last aftertaste. Why was he so unbearable?
As a man, there are always times when he uses his all-powerful right hand. It's not like he has never used it before. He has done this kind of thing himself, but it has never been so exciting, and it has never been as if it is merging with his life.
The French say that climax is a small death.
He seemed to have just experienced what it means to die a small time. This feeling was exciting, but also scary. When he thought of everything that caused this, Mo Xiaobai felt a chill down his spine.
But now, he couldn't think too much. He was relaxed all over, lying warmly under the hot water, as if he deliberately let the hot water wash away something or take something away. He closed his eyes, thinking about the dirty thoughts he just had, and wished he could
Whip yourself a hundred times.
This kind of thinking is unacceptable.
He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, dried his hair and brushed his teeth twice. He looked at himself in the mirror with a red face, and suddenly had an illusion that he was ruined.
Totally ruined.
Cold sweat slowly crawled up my back, and the redness on my face disappeared instantly, leaving me with a pallor that couldn't be ignored.
Mo Xiaobai gave up the struggle. He didn't accept it, but he didn't struggle either. He looked at this time with his most normal heart... losing control. He told himself that it was just a normal physiological phenomenon, and this was normal.
When he came out, the boss was playing on the computer. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Xiaobai, as if he wanted to see something wrong on Mo Xiaobai's face, and wanted to guess what he was doing in the bathroom during the past half hour.
But Mo Yao was thinking, why do I have to know what he did inside, why do I have to know, whatever Xiaobai does has nothing to do with me, right? His face now looks normal, nothing abnormal, and his smile seems to be clean and cunning.
Yes, he is no different from the past. He must have seen it wrong in that startling glance just now. Yes, he must have seen it wrong.
Mo Yao was thinking, in this world, the greater your expectations, the greater your disappointment.
Mo Xiaobai was a little curious about what Mo Yao was playing. When he passed by, Mo Yao closed the chat page. Mo Xiaobai thought that the boss is a typical workaholic, and chatting is undoubtedly a waste of time for him.
They played the game in complete darkness and rarely saw Mo Yao come out to play. He was restrained and calm.
Moreover, he hates spending time doing meaningless things.
Just after a thrilling love affair, Mo Xiaobai felt a little sick, and huddled his head aside. He was very depressed, and the boss didn't ask him a word? Is it a bit abnormal? There was obviously something wrong with his situation just now, was it?
Everyone knew there must be something fishy, but the boss didn't ask, which was a bit uncharacteristic of the boss.
Mo Xiaobai glanced secretly, hey... the boss has such a good figure, he hit the mark.
Damn it, I have a good figure, just admire it in the mirror and appreciate what he does. Thinking of this, Mo Xiaobai turned his face decisively and quickly.
Mo Yao glanced at Mo Xiaobai and frowned slightly. He was lying with his back to him, feeling a little bored. Mo Yao secretly opened the chat interface. The bustling wedding photo of the second young master of the Ye family was almost blinding.
Show off like eyes.
The chat record is like this. Mo Yao explained the situation just now, explaining everything in detail, and asked Ye Feimo for his explanation.
Ye Feimo asked how long he had been there.
Mo Yao thought for a while and typed it into a line, which took half an hour.
Ye Feimo replied decisively, he was using his almighty right hand.
Mo Yao's hand shook... What kind of promise is this? Ye Feimo is funny, right?
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I haven't been very diligent recently, but I still roared, ah ah ah, whoever has the gold medal can give it to him, hehe...
