perfect human evolution

The estrus period officially sounded the horn.

In the active 'offensive', the male has obtained the release of the whole body and mind, and the female also feels the highest pleasure and enjoyment in it.

"How do I feel that your scales have become much smoother?"

I touched its nape, and the scales fit snugly on its nape, as if it had been coated with lubricating fluid, and my fingers slid down from its nape without any hindrance.

"Kamilla~"

It snorted, and its tail flicked on the ground and crackled.

I lowered my head and bit its lip.

It opened its mouth immediately, and its tongue slid in and wrapped around my tongue along the gap between the teeth, just like the contact between neurons and neurons, and tiny electric currents came from the tip of the tongue, carrying the information to be transmitted.

I open my eyes.

The dark environment suddenly brightened, and the scales on the face in front of him were clearly visible.

This is a new ability, or telepathy, that I discovered with it these few nights.

After reaching a certain level of emotional resonance with it, this phenomenon will appear.

I have part of its senses.

Sight, hearing, and even feeling.

This also means that the pleasure is also doubled.

I moved my eyes and looked through the gap between its shoulders.

The tail tightly wrapped by green scales actually shone for a moment, like shiny fur under the sun.

It seems that I am not the only one who is 'nourished'.

I silently rolled my eyes.

enough.

I patted it on the shoulder.

Of course, this is also the benefit of ability, the barrier-free communication, it can clearly perceive whether I am deceiving it, and my true emotion towards it, an emotion that makes it feel at ease.

It’s like the octopus tentacles firmly sucking my tongue moved, and reluctantly scratched my tongue, and sucked away all the long lines of saliva pulled out when it pulled out, and licked the edges of my lips clean net.

Its mate is hungry.

It held my stomach, and my stomach trembled again and again because of its slight rubbing.

I lost my vision again and couldn't see anything.

Then the cold temperature faded from my body, and it was sticky and sticky, as if fingers had grown out of the skin, trying to grab the opponent's body.

This is one of its nasty preferences.

The sound of rustling went away, and the sound of shaking on the water made my heart beat violently.

I curled up, and the aftertaste still remained in my body. It was not intense but continuous like tiny electric shocks, making my toes curl and tremble.

I pinched my arm hard, and the stimulation of pain restrained the restless clamor.

Things will only get worse after that.

It will pick a big fat fish in the lake in a leisurely manner, then peel off the skin of the fish at the bottom of the lake, then pull out the spine of the fish, pull out the bones of the fish one by one, and then surface, Cut into slices.

This will take a long time.

But I also know that this is one of its bad preferences.

I will struggle painfully in this complete silence, as well as the torment of heat and aftertaste.

It's like the long prep time before cooking delicious food, until it comes ashore again.

That's where the enjoyment begins.

The unhurried contact, almost erotic, pressed the sliced ​​fish against my tongue and pushed it into my mouth, sometimes a soft and greasy tongue came in.

This is all it enjoys, and the actions it takes are different every day.

Did that yesterday, what about today?

——'Pala'

It was the sound of lapping water.

Come, I hold my body tightly, my eyes are useless in this darkness.

I closed my eyes and turned around.

Today its speed is surprisingly slow, and the sound of slapping the water from the opposite bank one after another, and its unhurried movements make me even more impatient.

It enjoys the feeling of my initiative.

Elongated intonation, vague touches are all the measures it will take.

Is today's approach slowly approaching, using this grinding sound of water to push the impulse of my body?

This is indeed more tormenting than the previous few days, mental torment...

The 'water stream' formed by the sweat immediately wetted my body completely, I clamped my thighs tightly, and couldn't control it anymore, so I let out a hard gasp.

The sound stopped.

The environment became quiet again, only the sound of my panting could be heard.

I panted heavily, my body was hot and my lungs exhaled as if it could bring out sparks.

Please, please, stop doing this...slowly...

The other side seemed to be aware of my thoughts, and the sound of slapping the water surface became hasty, approaching this side quickly.

I'm coming.

I took a deep breath, propped up my body like an asthmatic patient convulsively raised his head.

"silent···"

The bright and dazzling flashlight light pierced through my eyelids and pierced straight into my eyeballs.

"Miss... Camilla...?"

A strange man's voice came.

My body froze, and my eyelids opened, blinking at the light.

"Hold... sorry." The flashlight was quickly moved away and turned in one direction.

With deep-set eye sockets, a lot of blue beards growing out of his chin, and a slightly protruding abdomen, he has a typical American image.

He shook the camera in his hand at me.

"I received your distress email. My name is Lawrence Bullock, a reporter from the Los Angeles Times... um..." He turned his head in embarrassment, "... are you okay?"

The author has something to say: Lawrence Bullock is an author I like. Compared with his detective novels, I prefer his previous novels, so I will use the author's name I like =W=

Also, 31 chapters have been updated, and the first half can be found in my column [web version].

Escape friends are online! ! !

Thank you Brother Pan for kissing the grenade 030

Thanks for the real lazy kiss mine 030

Thank you for maths, it kills people, my dear mine 030