milk addicts

This is very strange.

Repaying debts with milk sounds no different from paying with meat.

The little rabbit felt a little sad in his heart, blinked, and before he could figure it out, he was so dazed by the kiss.

The body was suppressed, the man seemed to want to continue with what he hadn't finished in the morning, kissing and groping all the time, he was so rude that he didn't look like the calm and calm Mr. Ji.

In fact, the little nanny also wanted to be intimate with his male master, it's not like he didn't understand anything.

I used to live in an attic with poor sound insulation. Occasionally, in the dead of night, there would be depressive groans and the vibration of the bed board downstairs. Moreover, when he was forced by his cousin to steal things from other people's houses, he even bumped into the widow of the Li family. The situation with boss Zhang of the waterworks factory, and the widow of the Li family's blushing expression on the verge of death scared the young Song Nai into a nightmare for a week.

But now he realized that that expression was not pain, but extreme joy.

The little rabbit knelt on the bed, raised her moist eyes, and took the initiative to undress the man.

"So skilled?"

The wrist was grabbed, and into deep eyes, Mr. Ji's expression seemed very dissatisfied.

"Song Le is not your younger brother." The man said suddenly, with a firm tone.

"Yes, Xiao Lele is not my real brother..." Song Nai was startled and answered honestly.

Even though Ji Shen thought about it, hearing Song Nai say it himself, his heart was still sour. He pinched Song Nai's pointed chin, and couldn't help asking, "Have you given birth to a child before age?"

"what?"

Song Nai lay on his strong and naked body, tilted his head, not understanding what he meant.

"Mr. Ji, what are you talking about?"

"I said, did Xiao Nai live like this with other men?"

Ji Shen squinted his eyes, took off the little rabbit's last fig leaf, and rubbed it.

"No, no." Song Nai finally understood, and put his legs together in shame, "I picked up Xiao Lele."

The little rabbit never lied, but despite being overjoyed, Ji Shen still mischievously grabbed his rabbit ears and said, "Really, then I have to check."

The moonlight is lingling, showing the lewd scene on the bed, the little rabbit's legs are resting on the man's shoulders, and his doctor, wearing rubber gloves, carefully inspects the tightly closed little flower, but the gloves disappeared without touching it twice. , warm lips replaced hands, the little rabbit let out a muffled scream, the unconscious bad ankle trembled like it was plugged in, and the toes grabbed the air helplessly.

"Ah, Mr. Ji—"

The indecent sucking sound made Song Nai's body even hotter, and his head was about to smoke, "Mr. Ji, woo... don't do this... um... don't touch there..."

His begging was already full of tears, and wherever he begged, the man would attack wherever he wanted, and after a while, the sheets became wet.

After playing around for half the night, the exhausted little rabbit curled up in the falcon's wings and fell asleep, drained from top to bottom. After a while, the little rabbit snored a little.

Such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, but the person holding him became more and more agitated.

For an old man/man who has just tasted the sweetness, kissing, cuddling, touching and licking is like a hungry person smelling the smell of braised pork through a lunch box, full of longing and painful torture.

But the first time that you are not fully prepared is not allowed by a cautious man. Only by fully studying the theory can it be better implemented in practice.

Therefore, Dr. Ji, who silently shouldered the heavy burden of study, could only hold the sleeping little rabbit's hand to express the unquenchable desire, and pursed his lips until he rubbed the soft palm into a fiery bruise. Red mark.

"Mr. Ji..." Song Nai drooped his eyelids, felt the fiery temperature beside him, and murmured unconsciously.

After releasing it in the palm of his hand, Ji Shen calmed down the surging chest, pushed aside the sleeping man's forehead hair, pecked, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Nai is mine."

Here the falcons set up their territory, enclosing the little rabbit in its own territory, completely unaware that there is a lone wolf staring at it.

Song Nai woke up late the next day. When he woke up, the bed beside him was already cold. Mr. Ji had already woken up. Song Nai folded the quilt and saw the water marks on it, his face turned red, and he pulled the slippers to hug him He picked up the dirty quilt cover and walked to the bathroom, but bumped into a stranger in the corridor.

It was a pretty mixed-race girl, not more than two years older than Song Nai. Her exquisite facial features were quite eye-catching, she was well-dressed, and her gestures were full of the arrogance of a famous lady.

When Song Nai came out, she was looking up at the oil paintings hanging in the corridor, when she heard footsteps, she turned her face away.

Even in the face of a little gray hare that jumped out of nowhere, she still had a good demeanor, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, she cut her hair and showed a faint smile, "Hello."

God not only endowed her with a graceful figure, even her voice was as crisp and melodious as a nightingale.

"Xiaolan, who are you talking to?"

Before Song Nai could react, a familiar female voice followed closely behind, and after the calm footsteps, an elegant figure came up the stairs.

"Oh, who am I talking about? It turned out to be Song Nai."

Mrs. Ji, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was still as bright as pearls. She took off her sunglasses, and casually explained to the girl with puzzled eyes, "Xiao Lan, this is Ji Shen's nanny."

The two looked at each other, and noticed that the other's gaze stayed on the side of the neck. Song Nai glanced down, only to find a bright red mark on the skin. Eye to eye with her.

Mrs. Ji was unaware of the subtlety of the atmosphere, and while strolling in the courtyard, she muttered, "This child, I have already said that I will bring someone here today, and even ran out."

"Song Nai, when did Ji Shen leave?"

Song Nai finally remembered his identity, recovered his senses and quickly said hello, "Mrs. Ji, Ms. Lan, good morning, um, I don't know when Mr. Ji left..."

I think so, with his son's temperament, how could he explain his movements to the nanny.

But Mrs. Ji was a little surprised that he could stay with Song Nai for so long, so she couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Song Nai was looked at with hairs all over his body, shrinking his head, for fear of being seen by them, he climbed onto Mr. Ji's bed shamelessly as a nanny.

"Forget it," Mrs. Ji obviously didn't have those piercing eyes, she quickly moved her eyes away, waved her hand to make Lu Qi's little nanny step back first, "Song Nai, go and do your work."

Song Nai quickly hid in the bathroom with his limp in his hand. He held his breath and secretly listened to the movement outside. He waited until the footsteps of the two women finally left the second floor before slipping into his room along the wall.

The breasts were soft, there was not a single drop of extra milk, and the wrapping around the breasts could save a circle. Song Nai was dressed neatly, put on an apron, and looked around in the mirror.