Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

He was naked when he came, and it was convenient for him to do certain things. He got on the bed and lifted the blanket from Zong Jue's body, and straddled him directly around his waist.

Zong Jue groaned under the pressure, and raised his head. Mr. Tiger reached out to press his forehead in time, and chanted a mantra to hypnotize him.

"You're dreaming, you're dreaming, you're dreaming! I'm Chen Fengyang, I'm Chen Fengyang, I'm Chen Fengyang! Well, well, coax!"

"Um……"

Zong Jue made a long nasal sound, which in Mr. Tiger's ears, seemed to be seducing him.

His words became harder, and his desire rushed up, so he didn't hesitate, strangled Zong Jue's waist and forcibly pulled him up, making him kneel on the bed, as if an animal was copulating.

Zong Jue didn't seem to like it, and struggled desperately.

Mr. Tiger was suffocating in his heart, no matter what he did, he rubbed his full penis on his backyard a few times, and rushed in impatiently.

"pain……"

Zong Jue exclaimed, Mr. Tiger's dick is too thick, and there is no foreplay.

He had been tossed there for a long time last night, the old injury hadn't healed yet, and now there was a new injury, his face turned pale from the pain.

He wanted to push the person behind him away, but he couldn't do it, and finally lay down on the bed, holding the sheet tightly with both hands and shaking non-stop.

Mr. Tiger is now in the middle of his brain, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He hugged Zong Jue's waist from behind and went on a rampage.

Zong Jue was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and couldn't resist, so he could only let him bully him.

Fortunately, it was too rough inside, and Mr. Tiger couldn't gallop freely. He couldn't do it smoothly and stopped soon.

Recalling the ecstasy of the kiss last night, he leaned over, hugged Zong Jue and begged for a kiss, only to find that Zong Jue's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He thought about it, looked at the place where Zong Jue's body intersected, and asked, "Is it really that painful?"

Zong Jue didn't speak, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes when he nodded.

Mr. Tiger saw that his fingers that were grasping the bed sheet were turning white, so he didn't dare to force it any more. He pulled out his penis and stuck out his tongue to lick his teardrops.

Zong Jue was very uncomfortable at first, but being licked by him like this, it was so tender and itchy, that flattering feeling was like a kitten raised in childhood, so he couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Tiger saw him smile, laughed too, and kissed his lips again.

Zong Jue was controlled by his spiritual technique, and his mind was in a trance. Mr. Tiger kissed domineeringly, and he accepted it unconsciously.

The tongue seemed to have a barb, and the kissing and sucking brought a slight tingling pain, but it was not too unbearable, instead there was a wonderful sense of excitement.

Immediately the penis was gripped, the man's hands were as rough as his tongue, Zong Jue trembled, and moaned under his touch, the penis soon swelled up.

Mr. Tiger also became excited when he heard his groans, and felt that this was his favorite tone, so he kissed him more passionately.

Zong Jue responded, and his reaction made Mr. Tiger want to move again, and he just wanted to go straight into the battle for [-] rounds.

It's a pity that he was held down by Zong Jue as soon as he moved. Although Zong Jue was in a trance, his body still had the ability to protect himself.

Having been beaten to death by him just now, Zong Jue was very resistant to his possession, kept saying it hurt, and didn't want to make further contact.

"My pants are all off, you tell me this?"

Mr. Tiger is very depressed, but after some intimacy, his original resentment has long since disappeared, and he can't help it.

In retaliation, he pulled off Zong Jue's pajamas and took a hard sip at his collarbone.

This Zong Jue didn't resist, and let him suck. The two got closer, and Mr. Tiger smelled the aroma of herbs.

As his kiss moved to Zong Jue's shoulder, the fragrance became clearer and clearer. It was the fragrance of the wound medicine he gave Zong Jue.

"So you didn't lose it."

After discovering that Zong Jue had taken the medicine he had given, Mr. Tiger's mood instantly changed from cloudy to clear, and the last little depression disappeared without a trace.

I looked up and looked around, and sure enough, I found a glass bottle of medicine on the table next to me.

Zong Jue Runrun's eyes looked at him, full of doubts.

Mr. Tiger realized that things were going wrong, scratched his head, and muttered, "I thought you didn't care about the medicine I gave you."

"I only wipe it after I take a shower, otherwise it would be a pity to wash it off."

"No pity, no pity, I can do a lot with this stuff."

Tiger's personality is that he wants to eat meat when he is unhappy, and he wants to eat meat when he is happy. He pulls Zong Jue to kiss him passionately, and then stretches his hand to his buttocks in an attempt to communicate further.

The tragedy is that he was rejected again. Zong Jue was frightened by him, and resisted very strongly, no matter how much Mr. Tiger coaxed him.

Thinking of hurting Zong Jue if he said something hard, let alone want to eat him in the future, Mr. Tiger had no choice but to take the next best thing and said: "I won't go in, I won't go in, use your hands."

He pulled Zong Jue's hand and put it on his penis. It had been hard for so long and had no chance to vent, so he couldn't bear it anymore.

In Zong Jue's hand, he jerked twice, thinking that he was too gentle, so he simply inserted the penis between his thighs, pressing down on his thighs and thrusting back and forth for a while, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally.

Zong Jue was also gasping for breath after being teased by him. Mr. Tiger took his groans as an accompaniment, kissed him, and said, "Call me by my name."

"Hmm... Aoi?"

It was a surprise to Mr. Tiger that the name was correct. He nodded happily and said, "Say more, I like to hear it."

As if responding to his request, Zong Jue screamed louder, his voice trembling, like strings playing on Mr. Tiger's heart.

The bones of his whole body were brittle, and he pushed Zong Jue's leg back and forth for a while, and finally reached an orgasm.

The semen shot on Zong Jue's thigh, it was cloudy and full of lust.

Zong Jue was confused by his lust, and raised his legs to rub against him, with an attitude of desire and dissatisfaction.

"I just said you wanted to have sex, and you kept rejecting me."

Mr. Tiger complained in his mouth, but complied with Zong Jue's wish, holding his penis and rubbing it, Zong Jue's lower body trembled, and it didn't take long before he let out in his hands.

The two embraced again and kissed passionately, Zong Jue lay back on the bed.

His pants had been stripped off, his lower body was wet, but his upper body was fully clothed, and he was lying curled up on the bed. This appearance was more provocative than nakedness.

Mr. Tiger's eyes wandered back and forth on him several times, and he really wanted to make persistent efforts for several more rounds.

Finally, at this time, his IQ was not eaten by dogs. Thinking of using too many spiritual arts, he was afraid that he would temporarily change back to his original shape.

I'm even more afraid that Zong Jue will wake up and find out that he is not dreaming, but is being seduced by him, then the loss outweighs the gain.

So after thinking about it again and again, Mr. Tiger's rationality finally defeated his desire, and he found a wet tissue to help Zong Jue wipe his lower body.

After taking some medicine and rubbing it on the injured part of the backyard, Zong Jue slept soundly, unaware of his manipulation.

After everything was done, Mr. Tiger put down the medicine bottle, walked out of Zong Jue's house like a thief, and returned to his rented house.

After a lot of tossing, his stomach was no longer hungry, he lay down on the bed, and fell asleep contentedly.