2/1 god domain

In Mo Shao's consciousness, only Lao Tzu has always beaten his son, and there has never been a bold son who dared to beat Lao Tzu!Of course, this is normal.

Unfortunately, he is not Mo Fan's son, and the other party is not his son either.

Moreover, as far as the current state is concerned, he is more like a "vulnerable group".

"So that's how it feels." The black-haired boy murmured, the feeling of being spanked by Mo Shao before...he can't remember it clearly, but he just thought, when he has a chance in the future, he must try it.

Hitting Mo Shao?In fact, how could he be willing.

The slap just now was completely useless.

but--

"famous."

A light red mark was left on the white butt.

The young man looked at him with an itchy heart, and suddenly felt an urge to "do it again", but this urge soon died down under Mo Shao's murderous gaze.

"Does it hurt?" He asked guiltily.

Mo Shao stared at him with a white-eyed wolf look: "What do you think?"

Actually, it doesn't hurt at all.

The strange thing is that such a light touch left a mark.

"I was wrong?

The black-haired boy was startled, but he didn't say the last two words, because in terms of the current situation, it would be completely nonsense for him to say that.

Mo Shao snorted, and reached out to take off his pants.

Anyway, he has already "lost his body", there is no difference between one time and two times, although in the process of doing it, it may be due to the limitation of his body, he can't feel the pleasure, but it is good to temper his spiritual power, and——

As expected, he still prefers to see the boy genuinely smile.

That smirk similar to that of Caesarros is really painful.

"Mo Shao?!" The young man opened his mouth in surprise. He thought he would have to exhaust his tongue to get what he wanted, but he didn't expect Mo Shao to be so active. Well, he really likes me!

"What is it called?"

Mo Shao scoffed, and hummed in his heart: If Ling Zheyun came back halfway, hey, that would be funny.

It's already dark, this ridiculous rhythm is really... hey!

Will the gods dislike him, and just strike down a thunderbolt, killing this immoral bastard?

"Take it off yourself."

Mo Shao pretended to be disgusted and stared at the young man who was stunned on the spot. The expression on his face was enough to be described as arrogant and disdainful. God knows, he was just covering up his feelings.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the position where the poet and the black fur ball were. Those two were really very interesting and ran away early.

"Aren't you going to bed?"

The boy took off his slacks, revealing the black underwear inside. The dormant beast had already woken up, and it kept shouting at Mo Shao through a thin cloth.

The corner of Mo Shao's mouth twitched in a wanton arc: "It's on the sofa."

Hearing this, the young man smiled slightly, that smile was full of doting and warmth: "Well, it's up to you."

"Hey, it sounds like I can't wait." Mo Shao grumbled dissatisfied.

"Well, it's me, I can't wait." The young man nodded sensibly, and the moment he pulled off his underwear, a high-spirited murder weapon jumped out. The pink pillar was wrapped with blue blood vessels, and the top was moist and crystal clear.

Mo Shao secretly sighed in his heart: Works of art are nothing more than that.pity……

In a few years, this thing will become a scarier model, and less artistic.

"Mo Shao, touch it for me, okay?"

Tsk, look at the pleading tone.

Mo Shao lazily raised his lower eyelids, his big black and white eyes fell on the young man's fair face, for a moment, he thought he saw the helpless and harmless little Mo Fan from before... In the blink of an eye, the hallucination disappeared.

"No touch. Let's go straight to it today."

Even if it's the one below, he still needs to be more domineering, yes, he is domineering!

"Be direct?" The young man was slightly surprised, "What do you want to do?"

Mo Shao jumped off the sofa. The floor was covered with delicate plush carpets, and it wasn't cold at all. He walked to the French window with his lower body and bare feet, and put his hands on the railing in front of the window. He raised his head and turned his back to the young man, then turned his head with a malicious smile: "Come on."

The black-haired boy was startled for a moment, his beautiful black and purple eyes fell on the other party's white buttocks, there were marks left by him on it, which had not faded away, he silently looked at the slightly trembling mass of white meat, like a knife His sword eyebrows slightly raised, and then he walked over, leaned over, and completely encircled the person in his arms.

"Mo Shao, you are... so naughty."

"Tch." Mo Shao turned his back to him, rolled his eyes, he was definitely not taking revenge, he didn't bother to use such childish tricks.

"Actually, it might be better to open the curtains?" the boy thought thoughtfully.

Mo Shao pursed his lips and remained silent. This was originally one of his plans.

The floor-to-ceiling windows here are facing the area of ​​the artificial lake. People outside can see their existence as long as they look up. Oh no, it's Mo Fan, not them.

"I forgot to bring lubricant." The boy frowned angrily.

Mo Shao turned his head and gave him a blank look: If you lie to a three-year-old child with such a lie, they may not believe you.

"Last time, there was no injury, right?"

"Hmm... um!" Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was gagged.

Last time it was because the expansion work was done too fully, so full that he almost fell asleep...

"This time, be direct." The young man said with a smile, his hands were fixed on Mo Shao's waist, and the hot cock was pressed against the other's buttocks, sliding and rubbing up and down, but he couldn't get in.

Mo Shao frowned, he did have a tendency to "ignite the fire", part of the reason was impulsiveness, and the other part was because he was unhappy, but he didn't want to hurt himself.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The young man whispered close to his ear, a scent of roses permeated the air, and a cold, sticky, colorless liquid dripped from the sky and landed on the ground. The entangled parts of the two bodies.

Mo Shao tensed his body subconsciously. He could clearly feel the lubricant dripping on his body. It was cool, in stark contrast to the fiery cock behind him, which especially stimulated his sensory nerves.

"I'm going in..."

"A lot of nonsense."

"Mo Shao, in fact, you have changed a lot. We are all the same."

The young man suddenly said sternly, and then, under the astonished gaze of the other party, he captured the other party's lips and tongue forcefully again, and entangled them tightly.

we are the same?Mo Shao was forced to open his mouth in a trance, and the young man's strong arms wrapped around his waist tightly, hugging him up, his back was tightly against the opponent's front abdomen, his legs were wrapped Squeeze away, the double sense of ice and fire spread from the most sensitive part of the back all the way, accompanied by a rough thrust, the string called reason in the mind broke with a bang.

Who is the same as you!He slandered angrily, you big liar, you said that you won't hurt you, but it still hurts!

"Look, let's go in." The young man said proudly, his voice was cold and deep.

Mo Shao sucked in a sharp breath: "You! Grandpa!"

"No blood. Mo Shao, your ability to adapt is really strong."

"……"piss off.

"Can I move?" The boy asked seriously.

Mo Shao was held in his arms, stretched out his hand in a particularly speechless manner, and with a swipe, opened the curtain.

In an instant, the sun scrambled in and fell behind the two of them, casting an entangled reflection on the ground...

"There are people outside." The boy calmly glanced out of the window, his voice was unbelievably calm.

Mo Shao suddenly realized: He can't frame the other party at all. When this guy hugs him, he can completely disappear!

But this kind of—

The most intimate thing, like the illusion of being exposed in full view, miraculously made him have the urge to boil blood all over his body!

"Ah, someone looked up here."

"..." Look at your sister.

"Mo Shao, so you are so unrestrained, um, I'll make a note of it, when I have a chance in the future..." As he said, he pushed forward vigorously.

"Ah!!!!" Mo Shao exclaimed, and then found out in horror that the tingling feeling that flowed from the soles of the feet to the whole body in an instant, similar to an electric shock, was actually the so-called...pleasure, right?

Could it be that he, like the poet, is shaking M?

The only difference is that the poet trembles openly, but he... secretly trembles?