The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

Cecil Schillieves

Willie Sen

Look, these are two more than normal names.

The private seal with the pattern of Lian Yue was clearly engraved with a pattern of the eye of the storm, with Sissel's cursive letters in the center, it was absolutely impossible to fake it.

This is a properly detailed and well-worded divorce agreement.

A unilateral agreement is effective.

The black ink is indigo-colored, and the date filled in has been five years since now.

five years ago.

Assellan pinched the paper dryly, suddenly not knowing what to say.

After a pause, he casually rambled on some irrelevant topics, such as the surname of Shilevis sounding like a wandering poet, and some phrases of unclear meaning.

Evan just repeated, "Haw."

Asselan couldn't help holding his head, half of it was disgust, and half of it was indescribably complicated.

Naturally, the gentle touch begins with intertwined fingers.

Forehead against forehead, breath interlaced, lips and teeth intertwined.

"Ciselle Schillieves, I remember."

Evan doesn't seem to need to build a nest now, and this time I don't know which branch of the Zerg has the characteristics of the nesting period.

Arthur Lan didn't intend to delve into it. He calmly took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt.

This is a natural and natural thing, and the process should be filled with love and desire, milk and water.

Arthur Lan had no limit to his thoughts.

He thought that the luxuriant mani flowers in summer could be made into honey, and he could take Evan to taste it again.

Every year honey is sweet.

There are also plump nuts, sweet and sour wild plums, these are the characteristics of Nightmare Bird Forest, and he thinks Evan will like it.

So during the intimacy, he suddenly said: "In autumn, I'll take you to see black bears stealing honey, okay?"

Evan paused, his warm body arched into Arthur Lan's arms, and a warm and dense kiss fell on his fragile eyelids.

Asselan stripped off his shirt, leaving only a dark military vest. His muscles are beautiful, much stronger than before, with full chest muscles, leaving a dark groove in the middle.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

Evan was expressionless, and slowly blushed, chirping and chirping again.

It's normal, who doesn't need to unbutton, undress, and sit on a soft bed when multiplying?

Of course you can see some bare skin when you take off your clothes, you can see the vest, you can see the tiny fluff on the skin.

But I usually see these, so there is no need to be nervous.

On the surface, Arthur was calm and calm. In fact, he had stayed on the seventh button for a long time.

Take a look at the male worm.

The male is wearing a robe, trying to free himself from the buttons that cannot be undone, only to get more and more messy.

Asselan found a place to vent and compare, as Zerg is like this, when you see that the other party is more nervous than you, you will feel a lot easier without knowing it.

Arthur raised his eyebrows and complained, "Why are you so stupid."

While cursing and disgusting, he carefully unbuttoned the male insects who had no concept of buttons during the nesting period.

After 10 minutes, Arthur scolded him: "Don't blush, it's obviously me posing in an eighteen-forbidden pose, why are you blushing!"

Cheeks and hearts clamor that I'm not afraid.

But there was a quick beating, a dough that fell into a dye vat, so red that it was about to drip.

Evan blushed like a steaming teapot, Gududu was steaming, and then he made an extremely abnormal move.

During the nesting period, the male worms who could not leave the courtship object at all, violated their biological nature, and wanted to get out of the quilt crying.

Arthur Lan's face darkened, showing half a smile, put down his legs, and patted the place beside him: "I'll count to three."

Evan's face was as hot as a teapot, and he wanted to get close too, but he was so nervous that he trembled when he got close to the female, and couldn't help but want to eat her.

Terrible, absolutely no such thing should be done.

The female worm didn't seem to be enough for him to eat a few bites, and it would be so distressing if the bite was broken.

Evan's desire to love suppressed his desire to reproduce, but Arthuran, who couldn't communicate with Evan, became obviously irritable.

He can only ask Evan to eat fruits to reduce his fire, such as navel oranges.

Evan thought it was delicious, so delicious that he cried, his eyes were wet, and he tried to argue.

But Aslan is a passionate and simple fruit farmer, with a cold face, he made two fingernail marks on Evan's face in a fancy way, and insisted on giving him a few more, because he was afraid that he would get angry.

The author has something to say: Well.

There is no concave three, the car will not let go, let's eat fruit.