God Mu Wushuang of another world

"Father..." From the soft and fluffy big cocoon, a green-haired boy biting his lower lip emerged. His lips, which were originally light in color, became red under his own ravages, opening and closing. It took several times before he opened his mouth to speak his own words: "Father, thank you. Thank you for always being by Li Li's side and for making nonsense with Li Li. Thank you for always helping Li Li deal with things that Li Li can't handle. Let Li Li, who doesn't know how to take care of the overall situation, have no worries about making troubles. Thank you for trusting Li Li unconditionally at all times, and letting Li Li know what happiness is. If possible, Li Li wants to promise that he will never be separated." Straight Looking straight at Yong Liaoxiao, the eyes are never serious, only at this time, people will suddenly come to their senses, it turns out that this thin and small boy is not as serious as he looks on the surface. So young, on the contrary, he is a middle-aged man in his 30s

Yong Moli, who stuck his upper body out of the quilt, was firmly imprisoned on his body. Yong Liaoxiao didn't care if he was mature or not, he only knew that this little guy who had been passively accepting had finally started to learn to stretch out of his shell. Come out, actively examine the relationship between them, and press a wet kiss on the corner of Yong Moli's mouth: "Out of those few palaces, Li Li can no longer call father emperor."

"Father." Yong Moli tilted his head slightly, and followed Yong Liaoxiao's thoughts obediently, although what he said was not what Yong Liaoxiao wanted to hear.

"Hmm..." I don't know which sentence ignited Yong Liaoxiao's fire, and Yong Moli's bloody lips were ingested by Yong Liaoxiao just after being tossed out.The heavy sucking, the merciless entry, and the firm but gentle flip made Yong Moli, who was already young, sink, immerse, and intoxicated, and was dizzy for a while. The ability to resist...deep.

Holding Yong Liaoxiao's neck firmly with both arms, Yong Moli let himself be limp and powerless on Yong Liaoxiao's body, throwing away all vigilance, even Min who was only one aisle away from him and separated by two doors Ke Yu didn't care whether he would hear it or not.As long as you believe, believe that the father will handle it well.

From time to time, crystal silver threads flowed from the corner of the mouth through a small gap, and the slender path meandered all the way to the delicate collarbone and the pure white and spotless collar.Occasionally, groans come out with a bone-crushing ability, as if they are expressing their dissatisfaction and inviting more in-depth contact.Such a bright red color, such a familiar shape, such a deep waiting, Yong Liaoxiao, who has always boasted of strong concentration, can only be defeated, telling this little thing that has been completely immersed in it and does not know anything outside , he prostrated himself under his priest's clothes like this, wanting to die under this strange peony flower.

The lips are divided, and the thread is broken.Even if he left that sweet secret place in embarrassment, Yong Liaoxiao held Yong Moli's body firmly and firmly, letting his limp body linger wantonly on his body, while Yong Liaoxiao himself He could only try his best to calm down his impulse and try to suppress such impulse before Yong Moli recovered.

We all know that men are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. Yong Liaoxiao is already in the age of wolf and tiger, not to mention that Yong Liaoxiao has never touched anyone since Yong Moli entered the Qianyuan Palace. , although Yong Liaoxiao is already practicing cultivation, but the desire accumulated over the years will not disappear because of cultivation, it will only be hidden deeper.Encountered such a situation, you love me, love is strong, how could it be easy to stop.

"Daddy..." This is not the first time that Yong Moli, who lost his mind, was kissed for the first time. He already had a lot of resistance, and quickly recovered from his absence. Something sticky, and it quickly became apparent what was going on.After all, Yong Moli was not too young in his previous life. Although he was a virgin, he was not a young man. It was not like he had never shot a pistol before. After such a situation, he felt relieved, □Well, it is something that is deeply rooted in men. If there is no sex, then what kind of love is there? "Would you like Li Li to help you?" , the water waves are flowing with an unknown temptation, but the hand is directly holding the thick and hot thing through the robe and obscene pants. Man wants to tear down the best layer desperately.

"As Li Li wishes." If he refuses such an explicit invitation, then he is not a man.So Yong Liaoxiao took off his obscene trousers voluntarily, separated the hem of his clothes, and showed the thing in front of Yong Moli.

so big.Gudong.Yong Moli swallowed desperately when he saw that thing. He couldn't reach this size in two lifetimes.Fortunately, I have been a man in this life and the previous life, so I don't need to stuff this thing into my body.

Under Yong Kaiyuan's repeated obstructions, Yong Moli, who did not receive Zhuo Weiyang's guidance on this aspect, was very good at thinking about the place where the guy was wrong. Although the size still hurt the man's self-esteem, he still cared about himself. He comforted himself a lot.

Putting his slightly trembling hand on the thick and hot thing, he could barely hold it with one hand, with a strong pulsation, which made Yong Moli's already bright red cheeks uncontrollably as bright as blood.

Going up, down, sliding, stroked, and occasionally rubbing against the bell opening in front, brought Yong Liaoxiao's heavy panting.Yong Liaoxiao's strong cooperation made Yong Moli a little bit untenable.

As an emperor, he must practice some secret techniques of the pepper room, and endurance is naturally a very important point.But Yong Moli, who didn't know this aspect, suffered a big loss. After a long time, his hands and legs were numb, his back was sore, but Yong Liaoxiao hadn't vented yet.

Yong Liaoxiao, who was sensitive to find that something was wrong with Yong Moli, wrapped his own hand around Yong Moli's little hand, and even used it to shoot the pistol.Whenever he thinks that this hand belongs to a small thing, Yong Liaoxiao can't help but get even crazier.

"Father..." pouted, looking aggrieved at the man who always revealed the word carefree, Yong Moli looked at Yong Liaoxiao with the handkerchief he carried with him to wipe the splashes on his hands when the last outbreak And the whiteness and turbidity on his body, his movements are gentle as if he is touching the most delicate tofu, with a tenderness that can make everyone jealous: "Li Li likes Daddy the most, so Daddy must also like Li Li the most. "

"Daddy has always liked Li Li the most." He folded the white and turbid handkerchiefs that had been wiped off Yong Moli's body carefully and neatly into small squares, and under Yong Moli's glaring gaze, placed the handkerchief next to his body, and then He took Yong Moli's hands that were hanging weakly on both sides, and kneaded them carefully: "Is Moli's hand better? Is it still sore? Daddy will rub it for you, and Moli will do more in the future." Just once."

How many more times do you want to do it? !He has shot a pistol quite a few times, but that doesn't mean he likes it.Feeling the severe sore hands again, Yong Moli deeply reflected, he regretted it now, so, can he take back what he said to his father earlier.

Regarding Yong Liaoxiao's proposal, Yong Moli, who was incapable of resisting, was full of emotions in his heart.

66．waiting for the coming