Leopard of another world

Lance lived in the panther's bedroom for ten days.

No. 11 days, Samuel woke up.

With a light movement of his fingers, Lance woke up from the daze in an instant. He leaned closer to the panther, staring intently at his slightly fluttering, thick brush-like eyelashes, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The sweaty palms were trembling and clasped, and at the moment when the purple streamer suddenly appeared, Lance felt something in his heart, and let out a melodious song.

Samuel's dark purple eyes were like the most beautiful crystals in the world, shining with a thrilling brilliance.

He smiled slightly, his voice was hoarse and low, full of extreme temptation.

"Lance, good morning."

His hands were gradually clenched, and Lance suddenly felt his breathing became uncontrollable. He looked at Samuel, who was fully awake, with a childlike bewilderment in his eyes.

"Morning." The voice sounded like a whisper, Lance's expression flickered, he lowered his head, and said softly, "Little Leopard, I'm sorry."

The other party's low laughter made Lance a little embarrassed and embarrassed. He looked at Samuel sullenly, but the other party laughed even harder.

"Don't apologize, everything I have is for you. Fortunately, this action has finally convinced you. I can't be happier than this." The corners of his mouth curled up in a joking arc, which was rare for Samuel She winked playfully: "So, we are reconciled?"

"Of course, you mean a lot to me." He also smiled easily, and Lance regained his composure: "I sincerely apologize to you for my previous extreme ego behavior, little leopard, um, do you want to change it?" Name? You know I called you by that name because of childish pique."

"No, you took this, I like it very much, and you're used to it, aren't you?" Samuel raised his eyebrows, with an indescribable sex appeal: "But your previous behavior did cause dissatisfaction to me. small impact."

"So?" Lance also raised his eyebrows.

"so……"

The next moment, the lips were wrapped in warm softness, and the slight tingling pain came densely, and the gnawing with a slight sense of punishment gradually spread from the lips to the neck. He took a bite, leaving a circle of light red tooth marks.

"Are you a dog?" Lance asked with a smile while looking into his eyes.

"No, I'm a leopard."

The world was turned upside down in an instant. Lance blinked and found that the entire ceiling occupied all his sight. Before he could react, the broad back blocked the top, and Samuel's strong and full muscles bulged out from under the bandage, with Absolute power, unbelievably sexy.

Lance's nose was bitten hard again, and he cried out in pain: "You are a dog that bites people recklessly!"

"No." Samuel smiled lowly, looking into the other person's eyes intently and affectionately: "I will let you know whether I am a dog or a leopard."

The kiss fell crazily, with beast-like ferocity, Lance felt the other's hands familiarly untie his belt and the hollowed-out silver buckle, and penetrated into his chest, the slightly rough warmth on the skin made him feel He had a thick layer of goose bumps.

Lance was panting, feeling that he was getting stronger under the provocation of the other party, his whole body was flushed, and he was too tired to push away.

Samuel and his body were pressed tightly together, their bare chests rubbed against each other, arousing a strange heat, Lance could clearly feel the other's rigidity sticking tightly to the side of his leg, trembling once and for all, with Ferocious power.

"Hey..." Lance spoke intermittently, his mind a little dizzy: "It can't be now..."

Samuel squeezed his chest fiercely, poked into his pants, kissed maliciously a few times, and teased, "It's all like this, neither of us can stop."

Lance was in a daze, and felt that what the other party said made sense for a moment, so he nodded in a daze.

The deep laughter sounded again, and the blood in Lance's body seemed to fill the lower part of his body. Samuel felt that he was extremely comfortable, and couldn't help moaning softly, even his fingertips began to turn red.

"Hold on a little longer."

Lance didn't hear what the other party said, but just hummed a few times.

His body convulsed a few times, he let out a long sigh, his crotch was instantly sticky, and the accumulated emotional tide completely broke out at this moment.

"so fast."

Samuel's laughter came from next to his ear, and Lance opened his eyes and stared at it in embarrassment, but his face turned red the next moment.

Samuel's broad hands were stained with a little sticky white liquid, and a lot of it was splashed on his fingertips. He opened his mouth, stretched out his soft tongue, and licked it off bit by bit.

This scene was too sensual, Lance held his hand with a flushed face, angrily said, "Don't play this game."

Samuel leaned over to give him a long kiss, and Lance felt the slightly fishy taste he had just released filled the mouths of both parties.

The hand was held, smeared with a little white sticky, pulled, and placed on Samuel's upright hard stick. Lance could even feel the tiny pulsation of the other's blood vessels.

"Move." Samuel said indifferently, biting his collarbone vaguely.

Lance held it as hard as he could, took a light breath, and moved up and down. His own lubrication made him move smoothly. He felt Samuel's nibbling slightly aggravated, and there was a slight tingling sensation from his collarbone. This sadistic feeling The pleasure/sensation made him subtly excited in an instant, and his body tremblingly reacted again.

"It's really slutty." Samuel gasped and muttered, and once again put his hand behind Lance's back, touched the closed folds, flexed and stretched a finger, and inserted it violently.

"Ah..." Lance shrank nervously, the other party's hard object was almost out of his hand, panting endlessly: "Hey, why me..."

"Because I'm not afraid of being tired." Samuel said vaguely, his fingers kept moving, and wiped a little bit of the white mud stuck on his fingers to the creases.

"But... I'm also... not afraid..." Lance said intermittently, his back tightening uncontrollably.

"Yes, you will be very tired later, don't stop, keep going." The second finger squeezed in.

Lance clenched his teeth and moved up and down, feeling that the thing in his hand had swelled a little, it was astonishingly big, his heart was hairy, and he swallowed his saliva: "No, it's too...too big, it will kill you..."

"No." The third finger inserted in.

The strong sense of foreign body invasion behind him made him turn his head in embarrassment, but he could only see Samuel's thick and strong arms shaking slightly, he moaned lowly, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to the tide of emotion.

"Want to see?" Samuel raised his eyebrows and stopped his expansion: "I want you to see it too."

The ceiling was instantly covered with a layer of film, and the hazy image on the film gradually became clear. It was the scene of Samuel's three fingers buried in his body. Si's heartbeat doubled in an instant.

"Hiss, it's really tight." Samuel pulled out his fingers to hold Lance's waist, and with the other hand, he unbuttoned his pants and threw them aside.

"How do you want to get in?" Samuel played with Lance's desire to raise his head, and whispered in his ear: "Behind? Lie flat? Or... sit on it?"

"It's...too exciting." Lance leaned against his chest and shook his head lightly: "You give me... Take it easy."

"Well, okay, take it easy." Samuel smiled lowly, got off the bed, pulled Lance up abruptly, let him kneel on the carpet, and his upper body sank into the soft bed.

Lance felt his buttocks being held down by two big hands and opened to both sides. The high-definition broadcast system on the roof dutifully moved to the wall directly opposite him, allowing him to see everything clearly.

Samuel's desire/desire stood upright against the dilated mouth, he straightened up slightly, and entered slowly.

"Ah..." The huge foreign object caused a dull pain in his back. Lance sweated on his forehead, and his body trembled violently. Looking at the scene where the thick object entered inch by inch on the screen in front of him, the dual stimulation of vision and body made him Almost fainted.

"I can't... I really can't get in... Stop... Exit—"

Samuel looked at Lance's flushed back indifferently, and smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, get out, baby."

He stepped back a bit, brought out some of the glistening liquid, and poked it all the way!

"what--"

With a scream, Lance's eyes went dark, his whole body collapsed on the bed, his face was pale in pain, his lips were trembling and he couldn't even utter a word.

Samuel was covered in cold sweat, and the sweat slid all the way down his chest muscles, leaving a bright trace on his abdominal muscles, and merged into the place where the two were connected. He waited for a while, and when he saw that Lance had relieved his breath, he stopped waiting. , holding down his body tightly, and violently hit him.

A storm of pumping/thrusting made Lance almost lose his breath again, he moaned loudly, the desire/desire in front of him kept rubbing against the soft bed sheet, making him unable to tell whether it was pain or pleasure, the front of him The screen scene truly rebroadcasted every small movement, which made his brain more excited, and he held the bed sheet tightly with both hands to passively bear greater pleasure.

Samuel kept moving, bent over and kissed Lance's bare/naked back reverently, leaving dark red marks one after another, like manjusawa blooming on the river bank, flirtatious and thrilling.

The previous dull pain had already become numb, and the pleasure/feeling surged into his body like an electric current, driving Lance almost crazy.

Under another violent impact from the opponent, Lance's body tightened and he let out again.

Obviously, Samuel is not over yet, his movements are getting faster and faster, the impact echoes in the bedroom, accompanied by the sizzle of intestinal fluid, it is indescribably ecstasy.

After a long time, Samuel slowed down until Lance felt the injection of hot fluid, slowly pumping/inserting, and stopped.

The room echoed with the two people's intense panting.

The hard object gradually softened and fell out of Lance's body, bringing out a large amount of liquid, dripping down the thigh and onto the carpet.

Samuel walked into the bathroom with the limp Lance in his arms. After some simple scrubbing, the two of them fell on the bed and hugged each other.

Lance's eyelids couldn't stop fighting, and he was extremely tired.

Samuel lowered his head slightly, hugged Lance's body tightly, and looked at his face intently.

"Don't look, I can't sleep, I'm exhausted..." Lance softly pushed Samuel's head aside, feeling that Samuel nibbled his palm lightly.

"Well, go to sleep." Samuel lowered his eyes and kept kissing Lance's forehead.

Lance pushed for a long time, but he had no choice but to close his eyes and sleep.

Dimly, he heard someone calling his name constantly, and the voice came from a distant place, extremely elegant.

"Lance...Lance...Lance..."