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"Who?!" Yalar wanted to break free, but found that his whole body was weak, as if he had no bones—he was sure that even if the people on him didn't hold him down, he couldn't resist.

Beside him, the bonfire that Mammon had personally lit before was still crackling...

correct.

mammon.

What about mammon? !

Yalar subconsciously opened his mouth to call the name that came to his mouth, but when he uttered the first sound, he suddenly saw who was pressing on him.

The thick oil paint is painted into weird figures, and the human lips are exaggeratedly enlarged by the bright red color and drawn into a tricky smile, just like a clown in an amusement park, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

And the facial features under this oil paint mask are whoever it is if it is not mammon.

As if feeling Yalar's scrutiny and surprise, Mammon smiled inexplicably, leaned down again, and kissed Yalar deeply again.

But this time there is no gentleness and meticulousness before, with a kind of arrogance and enthusiasm that is very inconsistent with Mammon's own personality, domineering kisses, knocking loose teeth like a prank, and pinching Yalar at the same time with his broad hands The tip of the lower jaw, kneaded slowly, pulled down, Mamen deepened the kiss, blocked Yalar's small moan in the throat, bit the tip of his tongue gently, and lured it into her own mouth.

Mammon let go of Yalar when his breathing became short and difficult, gently wiped the saliva from Yalar's lips with his rough index finger, bowed his head and whispered in his ear, cursing a fool .

But it's not really to blame, that voice, no matter how you listen to it, can only be regarded as a warm joke between lovers.

Yalar opened his eyes, and found that after a deep kiss, there was still crystal saliva on the corner of Mammon's lips, which was obvious under the light of the fire, but the thick layer of oil paint on his face did not show any signs of fading.

Aral couldn't believe how long he had slept.

It is even more unbelievable that Mammon can paint such a painted face on himself and dry it quickly in such a short period of time.

So Yalar began to suspect that this was a dream... Thinking like this may have somewhat relieved some of the initial panic and helplessness, but the worst thing is, Yalar found that, unlike usual, at this moment, even if he realized that it was a dream , He couldn't wake himself up immediately.

At this moment, Mammon seemed to be able to figure out what he was thinking, and slowly slipped her hand into the hem of his clothes, sliding her calloused palm slowly, as if she was enjoying the subtlety brought by the delicate skin under her hand. touch.

"Don't think too much, you can't escape." The other hand also slipped into the shirt, and the big cold hand held the waist of the person under him respectively, squeezed it, and the tip of Mammon's nose touched Yalar's. After touching it, Yalar only felt a chill on the tip of his nose, and then the feeling of contact disappeared immediately.

"Ma... mammon." Alar stammered.

"En," Mammon left a light kiss on the side of his face, and answered absent-mindedly, "I'm here."

"Why... ah!" During Yalar's question which was interrupted by a scream, Mammon chuckled in a low voice, her big hand had already climbed up at some point, pinching the tender bulge under her hand , squeezed it, felt it harden uncontrollably in his hands, the palm rubbed the thin goosebumps on the skin underneath, enjoying the slight trembling of the person beneath him.

"Shh, be obedient and don't move." With one hand up, he opened Yalar's jaw, inserted his slender middle finger and index finger, clamped the slippery tongue, kneaded, pulled and played with it.

Unable to close his mouth from ear to ear, he could only moan weakly, Yalar's round eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be water shining inside.

But he didn't know that his appearance was even more seductive.

As if getting tired of playing, Mammon's hand started to move again, this time decisively moved to the waist of Yalar's trousers, as if deliberately to see Yalar's reaction, and stopped in time.

Sure enough, seeing the normal complexion she expected to see, Mammon lowered her head in satisfaction, kissed Yalar's left eye lightly, and felt the soft and long eyelashes brushing her lips.

Afterwards, as if he was a different person, he lowered his eyes and pulled down his trousers almost roughly.

When the skin of the buttocks really came into contact with the cold air in late autumn and near winter, and the rough sandy ground rubbed against the delicate skin, Yalar made a nasal sound that sounded like weeping, and his legs trembled slightly, but it was always as if he had been injected with a muscle detoxifier In general, he let others play with him helplessly.

"..." Yalar was going crazy.

If this is really a dream, it is definitely the most vivid and terrifying thing he has felt in the past 20 years...a dream?

Oops.

It may be Mammon's bad taste. Before taking off Yalaer's pants, Mamen kindly pulled Yalaer's clothes back to their original position and put them on neatly.

Then, Yalar watched as Mammon threw her panties into the fire with no expression on her face.

……

In fact, as a nightmare, this should be the most exciting climax.

In theory, if it is a nightmare, this is the only time to wake up.

...but it's a pity.

Yalar, who was clearly still asleep at this moment, could only growl inwardly—if this wasn't a dream! ! ! ! !I still have to wear it! ! ! ! ! !What's the matter with burning it? ! !This is how cool it is to burn! !

After roaring, he obediently faced himself naked and clean like a newborn baby, so white that it was almost transparent.

……

"...This is inappropriate..." Yalar thought about it, and finally he could only say this to Mammon.

Mamen put his face between Yalar's legs expressionlessly, pulled his legs to the sides of his waist, and pushed his knees together, Yalar's whole body seemed to be about to sacrifice, and he let it go without any hindrance. You watch.

It is always embarrassing to be stared at the private parts of the body, let alone a young boy like Yalar who is pure and innocent... So the young boy blushed and stammered weakly: "Look... what are you looking at? Look, don't you?"

Holding the immature and fresh utensil in his hand, Mamen was surprised to find that the thing in his hand had a subtle reaction that obviously betrayed the owner's intentions, and realized that this utensil had never been used in the past 20 years. After so many "uses", Mamen squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and praised: "It's very cute."

……

=mouth=! ! ! ! !

so cute?

so cute! ! ! !

Very cute~~~~~~! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

As a man, being said "over there" is very cute, nothing can be imagined as a real compliment, at this time Yalar felt all sorts of shame and all sorts of collapses - fuck your sister is so cute hey=口=! ! !

"Ah, I got up again," Mammon whispered obscene words, accompanied by exclamations that seemed to be exclamations, as if appraising the value, she weighed the "Er Liangjun" in her hand, then smiled, and hung her thumbs Top soft sensitive areas.

Staring at Yalaer firmly, of course he didn't feel the huge shock of his instant suffocation. Taking advantage of this moment, Mammon's hand moved back quietly, and the cold fingertips finally touched the soft and warm acupuncture point. Without warning, a section was stabbed in.

In the ear, Yalar's scream sounded unexpectedly, but it was so powerful that it almost made his ears ring. Frowning, Mammon stretched out his other hand to caress Yalar's face, feeling his His facial muscles were tightly bound in his hands and then slowly relaxed, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah?" At this moment, Yalar found that he could move slightly, and while he was pleasantly surprised, he forgot that there was a "foreign object" inserted in his body, and subconsciously replied - "It doesn't hurt."

"..."

"..."

It wasn't until Mammon's muffled laugh sounded in his ears that Yalaer realized what he had said, and immediately blushed, trying to hide his face and find a hole to bury himself.

So Mamen sent some more fingers in.

I can feel the gentle inner wall tightly wrapping my fingers, wriggling slowly, unconsciously preparing to accept.

No longer going in, but trying to add another finger. This time, Yalar finally cried out in pain, but he was ignored. Concentrating on his work, Mamen twitched his fingers almost stubbornly, until Yalar's pain began to change. Cheng hummed repeatedly, and when his fingers touched a certain place, he finally saw the person under him stiffen suddenly, and an uncontrollable moan came out of his throat.

"That's it, huh?" As if looking for it for a long time, he pressed and rubbed at that place until he saw transparent tears start to spit out from the top of the utensil in front of the person under him.

"Let go... um... don't go in there... um... that, there..."

Hearing the nasal and moaning of the people below him, Mamen smiled more and more viciously and accelerated the twitching of his fingers. Seeing that the fingers pulled out a small piece of pink flesh when they pulled out, he seemed reluctant to let him go look.

"Good boy, don't lie..." Mammon's other hand had already stood up high after flicking it. At this moment, it was no longer the original pink-colored utensil because of the congestion. "Look, I'm very excited just like this." , holding the utensil standing tremblingly in the air, and slowly moving it up and down in conjunction with the fingers still buried in the body below him.

It took almost no effort to intersect and stimulate the experienced techniques before and after. I felt that the veins in the hands were beating faster, and the movements in the hands were accelerated, and the groans of the people below were no longer deliberately suppressed and became louder...

Finally, there was a sharp crying sound, a white light flashed in front of Yalaer's eyes, and then his whole waist collapsed, and Mammon held him up.

I just remember that person hugged himself in his arms, his chest shook slightly because of laughter, and he leaned into his ear and whispered: "You really are..."

……

"You really inhaled the datura anther powder mixed in the pigment powder."

A cold voice rang in his ears.

This time, compared to before, it seemed...much clearer and more three-dimensional.

……kindness?

Yalar rubbed his eyes, and was surprised to find that... he could move?

……

Subconsciously pushing away the person leaning on him, Yala searched everywhere for the outer pants that had been taken off... Are they still on his body?

Oops.

Alar broke down—

Is that really a dream? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

What did he dream about...

"What did you dream about?" By the bonfire, Mamen, who was neatly dressed and had a hint of cold breath, touched her chin, looked at Yalar's collapsed face, and pointed to Yalar's lower body coldly. , "It doesn't seem appropriate for this occasion, does it?"

Yalar rolled back to the campfire, turned his face——

This is so weird.

It's really weird! ! !

What did you dream about?

Can you say it?

You tell me, how should I tell you calmly: Oh, I dreamed of having sex with you.

……