pet dad

"I haven't touched anyone except you..." Wen Yao's eyes are no different from ordinary people, but they seem to be full of stars, shining and charming. He just looks at Li Hentian, pressing his hand, Don't let him pull back, "I haven't touched you since I left that little nest in the imperial capital..."

What Wen Yao was referring to was the private house they lived in when they "eloped". Li Hentian never thought it was an elopement, he just went on vacation with one of his sons to enjoy life, but Li Luo and Mu Ya insisted on it. He eloped with Wen Yao and didn't give him a chance to explain.

"I'm very uncomfortable, being so close to you, but I can't do anything, dad, if this goes on, I'll get sick..."

Clinging to the hot thing in the palm, as if verifying Wen Yao's words, he jumped suddenly. Li Hentian wanted to blame Wen Yao for talking nonsense, and went to bed quickly, but seeing Wen Yao's slightly blushing face, he I can't tell, Wen Yao is not joking, he is really uncomfortable, even a layer of sweat is dripping on the wings of his nose...

He is trying his best to endure, but it is too hard. It stands to reason that even if he has such thoughts and impulses, he shouldn't behave like this. At most, he is swollen and uncomfortable, and the patience is over. Why is Wen Yao so uncomfortable... …

This way, it's just burning with desire.

While speaking, Wen Yao's breathing gradually became heavy. He turned his head and looked at the roof of the carriage. His right hand was resting on his forehead, and his eyes were also narrowed due to pain, but Wen Yao's other hand was still pressing the ceiling of the carriage. Hentian, they just kept this posture and lay quietly for a while, but Wen Yao's condition didn't seem to improve at all...

"Qin Mo's medicine is very nourishing recently..."

Most of the medicines that Qin Mo gave Wen Yao were nourishing blood and strengthening the body. Wen Yao was in his prime of life at this age. What kind of medicine can make Wen Yao recover as soon as possible, but he obviously forgot Wen Yao's age.

A little too much.

And more importantly...

"Father, do you still remember that I can't touch Du Zhong's?"

Eucommia is a kind of nourishing medicinal material, but Wen Yao can't eat Eucommia. When he was a child, he got nosebleeds whenever he touched it, so there is no Eucommia in Wen Yao's tonic.

There is a chef who specializes in stewing tonics in Lifu. Once a new chef came. He didn't know that Wen Yao couldn't eat Eucommia, and he prescribed the medicine according to the normal dose. This time, Wen Yao was almost burnt to death.

From then on, Wen Yao bid farewell to Du Zhong. Qin Mo didn't know about it, but after so many years, Qin Mo had long forgotten about Du Zhong, so he added a little to Wen Yao's medicine.

Wen Yao has grown up, but there is still nothing he can do about Eucommia, but it is better than when he was a child, at least his life will not be in danger, and the dose given by Qin Mo is very small. If it weren't for Wen Yao, others would not be able to eat it.

In the first few days, Wen Yao could hold back, but he had to take medicine every day, and the anger accumulated by Eucommia became more and more, plus, Wen Yao's own impulsiveness...

Two fires, almost burned him to death.

He wants men.

"Help me...I don't want others to touch me..." Wen Yao said very bluntly, even if they find him a woman now, Wen Yao will not touch him, what he wants, from beginning to end only one person……

Besides, he would rather suffer.

Li Hentian didn't know what happened to Eucommia, but he knew that Wen Yao's condition was very bad, as if he had taken some wrong medicine...

It's still the same medicine, otherwise it wouldn't be this kind of reaction.

"You can just use your hands, help me out once, otherwise there will be something really wrong... I won't be able to harden in the future..." Wen Yao's lower abdomen was burning like a fire, but he was quite sober, It's true that he's suffering, but he's not as hard as he's shown. He exaggerates deliberately, and he's just fucking a man...

Being so close every day, sleeping in a quilt, but unable to do anything, Wen Yao has long been suffocated.

Now with the help of Eucommia, he interprets this pain quite thoroughly, as if if you don't do it once, you will die...

If he didn't make good use of the rare opportunity to be alone, he would be reckless.

It is impossible for a man to take the initiative, so let him take the initiative...

Wen Yao's thoughts, Li Hentian didn't know, he just looked at Wen Yao's situation, anxious, if possible, he really wanted to find a woman for Wen Yao, but in the wilderness, let alone a woman, It's hard to say whether a female beast can be found.

Qin Mo said that there are still two days before they can reach the city they are going to, and even if they are rushing, they will not be able to get a woman back, and besides, they will not be able to quench their thirst.

There is only one woman among all the men, but Li Hentian can't harm Hugo, she is so young...

"Father...it's hard..." Wen Yao observed the man's expression, and at the right time, pushed him up. He saw the man's embarrassed expression, and he knew that he would definitely succeed in his scheme.

Wen Yao doesn't think it's despicable, as long as he can achieve the effect he wants, playing tricks is nothing, not to mention, it's for the benefit of both of them.

While showing a painful expression, Wen Yao straightened his waist, and rubbed against Li Hentian's palm. He made a look of 'painful', he was so 'hard' that he was about to die...

"Just use your hands like I did for you before, and it will be fine soon..." Wen Yao urged, his breathing became more and more rapid, he seemed a little impatient, he had no time for the man to think... …

Looking at Wen Yao like this, the man is really in a dilemma...

If Wen Yao is left alone, he will really make a mistake, but if he is really asked to do it, how can he continue to do it...

There is a father who helps his son do this kind of thing.

"Forget it..." Perhaps because Li Hentian didn't move for a long time, Wen Yao finally couldn't bear the "suffering" physically and mentally. He pulled away the man's hand, held it himself, and closed his eyes resignedly to his fate. At the same time, he told the man, "Turn around, don't look."

Wen Yao has to do it himself.

In the past, Li Hentian would never have any opinions, but Wen Yao's chest was still wrapped in gauze, and the frequency of doing that kind of thing was quite fast. If Wen Yao really came by himself, the wound would definitely open...

Li Hentian is still hesitating, it can be seen that Wen Yao closed his eyes, and suddenly there was an arch under the quilt, so he has no hesitation at all...

He can't be as knowledgeable as a patient, and he can't watch Wen Yao open the wound that is still recovering because of this kind of thing.

Li Hentian held down Wen Yao's hand...

Then he took his place and took hold of the thing.

Except for himself, he has never done this kind of thing for others. Although the things look similar and feel the same to the touch, they are different from his own...

Psychological changes are also different.

They were still lying down, covered with a quilt, and Li Hentian lowered his head. He leaned on Wen Yao's right shoulder, took a deep breath and started to move. self-blasphemy...

At this time, except for the night watchman, everyone else in the caravan was resting. Although Hugo and him reversed the time, in the middle of the night, the little girl naturally leaned against the car door and dozed off. Someone will find out.

This makes the man a little more relieved.

If they don't make too much noise, they should be able to hide the truth.

"Well, I haven't done this kind of thing for others. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me..." He can only do it according to his own feeling, but everyone's excitement is different. He tries his best to satisfy Wen Yao. Shoot it out so he can get free too.

Wen Yao's thing has long been hard, even harder than when he let him touch it just now. Li Hentian moved slowly at first, but after getting used to it, his hands became faster and faster. He held the upper part, Every time it moves to the top, the thin layer of skin wraps half of the round end...

Although the thing was hard, it felt soft against the palm of his hand. As the man moved faster, Li Hentian felt wet and sticky, as if something had flowed into the place where he was in contact with Wen Yao while taking advantage of his movements... …

This made his movements smoother.

Wen Yao knew how much courage it took for a man to do it, so after the man agreed, Wen Yao didn't say anything, he just hugged the man very hard, smelling the breath of his hair...

He wants to enjoy this once-in-a-century opportunity.

In Wen Yao's eyes, this can be regarded as a great beauty in the world, and it is even more beautiful than going to the fairyland of Yaochi once.

He thought it was easy to go to heaven, but it was so difficult to make a man take the initiative...

Because the person who is serving him is Li Hentian, Wen Yao feels more than before, not because his skills are so good, it's just a psychological factor...

Wen Yao's melodious voice rang in his ears from time to time, he hummed lightly, his voice was mixed with satisfaction and strong lust, Wen Yao didn't speak, but he used this voice to tell Li Hentian how comfortable he was... …

He made him comfortable.

Occasionally, the hand on his waist suddenly exerted force, and he didn't hurt Li Hentian, he just told the man that he liked it very much when he touched here, and he could continue...

Wen Yao’s stamina man has seen it before. His hands get sore after a while. Even if he does this kind of thing for himself, it will be tiring if it takes too long, but his body will cooperate. While enjoying it, he will not There are too many negative feelings, but doing it for others is different...

He has been tossing for so long, Wen Yao has no intention of ejaculating, he is very tired, although it is a bit cruel for Wen Yao to say a timeout at this time, but the man really wants to ask him, can he take a break, his hands are sore ...

Seeing the man moving slower and slower, Wen Yao immediately guessed the reason. He adjusted the angle and raised his shoulders a little so that it would be easier for him to move.

Then, with his left hand, which would be involved in the wound, he opened the man's pants, and immediately wrapped the man's soft thing...

"I'll help you too." Wen Yao said softly.