captain migraine

"Go, start what?" McGarl blinked and said in astonishment, sitting on the ground and scrambling back two steps, the frightened yellow flower girl looked horrified, "It won't be me The one you thought of?"

Caesar laughed angrily, bent down and grabbed his ankle, and dragged the man back to his feet: "That's it, or you'll roll off the boat for me at the next pier, it's a place that speaks Italian, there's no English, There are very few Arabs, good luck to you... Ah, by the way, since your salary has been deducted until next year, I won't give you a dime, prepare to starve to death."

When he said these ruthless words, Captain Ruthless was really glamorous and noble enough, and fully demonstrated his stingy and stingy nature.

Comrade Walrus continued to put on his shocked face, and Caesar suddenly realized that if he didn't do something, this guy probably planned to maintain this posture and this expression until the sun went down—you know, the captain is very busy, there is no Time wasted here with him, not to mention, Caesar didn't think he had the patience.

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed the walrus officer's furry hair—carefully not to pull the wound on the back of his head that was not fully healed, and pulled the spot on his forehead, pulling it in front of him. Expressionlessly pressed McGarr's face to his lower body——

"Don't puff—"

The tip of his nose bumped into a protruding thing, and through the thin summer pants, McGarr could easily feel the thing bouncing under his trousers—obviously, the previous naval battle made Caesar sweat a little, and now At this moment, the fine sweat was mixed with the masculine breath, and rushed towards him... The man on the head let out an unintelligible sneer because of his subconscious deep breath. Comrade Walrus blinked, and his old face, which was thicker than the city wall, turned red.

What is this called?

This is what Comrade Luo Chenzhou has dreamed of since he was born, but unfortunately he has never had it, the masculinity.

In the captain's lounge, which is quiet and filled with various collectibles, nothing can be heard except the sound of waves beating against the ship's side outside the window and the faint singing of sailors cleaning the deck... It is clearly the end of summer Now, when a drop of sweat slipped down the tip of his nose, McGarl found that if the windows were not opened in such weather, it would still be so sweltering.

"You can start."

The man's voice came from the top of his head, it didn't look like contaminated desire at all, his voice was low and slow, with a natural elegance, there was a hint of smile in his voice, like a lover whispering in his ear language.

McGarr understood at this moment why everyone blindly called the black sea wolf the gentleman of the sea—it was only because, if necessary, he could make himself very charming.

For a moment, when McGarr reached out uncontrollably, tremblingly, to undo the captain's belt in the armchair, he thought he was crazy—

When the belt was untied and the contents inside appeared majestically in front of him, Comrade Walrus, who looked straight at him, finally admitted that he was indeed crazy.

Not the first time I've seen it, but definitely the first time I've seen it so close.It was a very huge thing, slightly darker in color and covered with ferocious blue veins, perhaps when it was erect, the blood congestion would make it even more ostentatious and terrifying... Just the mushroom-shaped object at the very front is really The size of an egg, at this moment, it was quietly dormant in the thick hair of its owner, when McGarr reached out and tried to touch it, it picked violently——

As if being electrocuted, the black-haired young man withdrew his hand abruptly.

"What kind of reaction is this?" The person who waited impatiently frowned and said very dissatisfied, "You don't have this thing? It can't move? ——No way, last time I had all kinds of functions in my hands normal."

"Shut up, shut up!" The man's casual words completely evoked the dark history that he did not disappoint in the other party's hands last time. McGarl was red from the back of his ears to the root of his neck, and he shouted in a rough voice, In order to make the person on top of the head shut up completely, a "monkey stealing peach" stretched out his hand, and grabbed that annoying huge object violently!

The captain took a deep breath.

But it hurts.

"Let go!" He said through gritted teeth, "Did I use so much force when I made it for you last time, eh? Did you get up this morning without thinking?"

"Get up in the morning without thinking" is Caesar's scolding tone that appears frequently in the morning meeting every morning, and the frequency of use is almost equivalent to "dismissing the meeting" in the captain's mouth. Look at this sentence——

Uh, very likely, from now on, in his eyes, the morning meeting will no longer be held by his handsome boss, but a chicken that can walk around, talk and curse... Well, be civilized, two or two Jun.McGarl thought that Caesar would probably not have been happy to know about the shift.

However, the man being served doesn't seem to care about the change in his little slave's heart at the moment, nor does he care that his upper body is neat, except that his pants are open and his lower body is exposed like a pervert. He just lazily takes out a cigarette, lights it, After taking a deep breath with his mouth in his mouth, he raised the corners of his lips and mocked vaguely: "You act like a pure little virgin, son."

"I'm just an innocent little virgin, Dad," McGarr said deadpan.

The captain narrowed his eyes: "Don't talk back."

McGall: "..."

Master Captain: "Move, take off your pants, can you shoot me with your eyes?"

McGarr: "...you can try it."

The captain said ruthlessly: "You can't do it, I can't get excited at all now, drink the fountain of immortality and go back to practice for 500 years - hurry up, stick out your tongue, when eating honey pudding last night, Didn't you do a good job of licking that spoon, just follow that."

... From now on, add two more things that are difficult to look at, the spoon and the beloved pudding.And, my lord, what the hell is going on in your filthy head while your crew eats their meal seriously and religiously?

"You look like you're accusing me."

"Don't dare."

"Come here and please me."

Alright, you win, Captain Grim, Captain Evil, Captain Demon...

McGarr closed his eyes in pain, his long and thick eyelashes trembling slightly.When he got close to the man's lower body, the hot breath made by timidity or embarrassment hit the quiet cock, Caesar snorted lowly, biting the cigarette end with his teeth slightly clenched some force.

Things that have not been used for too long are easy to become sensitive and out of control.

Stretching out his hand, he patted the black-haired young man's chin. The man said viciously, "Open your eyes, don't run away."

...There are so many things to do and so many demands.Rolling his eyes, McGarr opened his eyes and leaned forward, heartbroken, and stuffed the man's front end into his mouth with a sound——

The instant warmth and humidity that enveloped him made Caesar half-closed his eyes in enjoyment, and moved his fingertips quietly on the armrest of the chair. When the tip of his tongue pressed against his small hole in the front, the captain smiled, and his tone became very patient: "That's it, hold it, and put your teeth away."

McGarl really wants Caesar to shut up—is there a limit to being a human being!Don't describe this kind of thing in words!

However, he is very busy now and has no time to complain.His mouth was full of the man's thing, and the smell of smell came out of his nostrils. When the man gently pressed the back of his head to make him get closer to him, he was already in a hurry to learn how to keep the things in his mouth Breathing smoothly while spitting it out——

He learned very quickly, very quickly, when he was trying to suck the thing that was gradually waking up and becoming stiff, he was even free to take care of the two neglected balls under the column with his hands——

At this time, he found that he actually made the squawking sound of water that he would make when he licked his spoon last night—in the quiet captain's lounge where only panting sounds could be heard, such a sound of water It was unusually piercing, making people blush!

When the sensitive taste buds touched the throbbing veins of the man, McGarl found embarrassingly that he also became excited. He blushed and performed strange services, but his body responded. He told himself countless times to calm down , if the other party discovers his beating heartbeat, he will definitely be ridiculed to death——

"Concentrate." Patted on the top of the head, the captain warned patiently.

When McGarl was concentrating on oral sex, Caesar was very quiet, he hardly made any strange moans, but his breathing gradually became heavy with the temperature of his lower body...

At this moment, the closed door of the captain's lounge was knocked regularly.

McGarl: ...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Caesar frowned.

"Woo-poof-"

This is the rhythm of wanting to escape, but being ruthlessly pushed back to its original position.

"Go under the table," the captain lowered his voice, his voice became hoarse and sexy because of the lust, and he showed a smile that he couldn't tell whether it was a warning or a joke. It's dead."

With the captain's lifeblood in his mouth, McGarl crawled under the desk that was not too crowded for him, with his face covered in blood. When he squatted under the desk, there was only a man's crotch in front of him, and this When a person with a naked lower body uses a very normal voice to "roll in" the person outside the door, Comrade Walrus believes that his life has no lower limit.

The forecaster came in, and what he sent was a report on the direction of the ocean currents in the future.

When the other party was unconsciously making a work report and earnestly reporting to the boss sitting behind a high desk that the fleet would arrive at the Menorca pier before midnight, a big hand quietly poked under the desk, Patted McGarr on the head——

This is the "please go ahead" gesture.

During the long and undulating work report of the forecaster's tablet, McGarl felt that his heartbeat was exposed to the ears of the other two, and he was going crazy. He squatted under the desk, trying to stimulate the sensitivity of the other two. Point—however, when the other party responded to his subordinate's work report, his calm tone as if nothing had happened made McGall feel that he was busy for nothing!

He even has the strength to personally assign the order in which the ships arrive at the pier.

When the other party's rough thumb lightly pinched his earlobe, and began to knead it like a reward, and when the warm rough hand silently slid across the side of his face and neck, McGarl almost couldn't hold back. Cry out loud.

Not touched.

Are you kidding, this dead dog, the fucking cliff is pure heart wanting to kill him! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Feeling prank, Comrade Walrus grinned, and bit the congested and sensitive front end of the Captain——

"En..." The captain frowned.

The forecaster immediately stopped reporting and said cautiously: "What's wrong?"

"...that Barry has done a good job on the deck. Let him stay on the deck this time, and don't need to be specially deployed for logistics." The man who returned to normal said calmly, "At least for the time being."

The forecaster nodded and quickly agreed.

Under the table, he touched the walrus officer's face with his big hand, and squeezed it forcefully in a warning manner.

McGarr rolled his eyes, silently pushed the hand away, and continued his work—for a quick decision, he played hard this time, and stuffed the thick and long thing into his mouth as if he was going all out, even making it The umbrella-shaped front section resisted his throat...

Fuck your uncle's dead dog, whether you have the special skill of deep throat, it depends on whether you explain it or not!

The warm, humid, narrow place that keeps shrinking is like the most wonderful place in the world. Caesar admitted that this excited him more than any previous actions. Not long after the other party did this, he felt His lower body became harder and hotter, and his blue veins throbbed regularly. When the terribly wordy tester in front of him began to report the direction of the ocean current for the next week, he didn't notice that the captain sitting behind the desk had a Momentary stiffness and empty expression——

Then the whole body relaxes.

Only McGarr under the table knew what was going on.

Because he had no time to dodge and no place to dodge, he was covered with milky white viscous liquid.

If it weren't for a sliver of sanity, Comrade Walrus, who was sprayed all over his head and face without wasting a drop on the ground, would almost stand up from the table——

Outside, the tester finally finished his summary report.

Then he saw, behind the desk, the captain who looked like the King of Hades showed a smile for the first time, propping his chin with one hand, the man smiled lazily and gracefully, he nodded and praised: "Good job."

"..."

Was, was praised? !

The tester was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know where the illusion came from. He felt that this compliment, um, didn't seem to be for him.

But... who else could it be if it wasn't for him?Now in the captain's room, isn't it just him and the boss?

Otherwise, who else could there be?