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hint?

Hint your uncle =_,=.

Yalar curled his lips in disdain, and before he had time to refute, Mammon preemptively pressed him on the bed. The man held his face and kissed him passionately. Let's stick the stick first.

Yalar had no choice but to sigh helplessly in his heart, simply put his arms around Mammon's neck, and responded from time to time.The whole person fell into the soft bed, and Yalaer thought absently—Mammon must have planned it a long time ago, otherwise he was sitting on the stool before, why was he tossing him to the bedside? ( ...)?

……

The man who was pressed by him pinched his chin unwillingly, and Mamen left slightly, complaining: "I'm absent-minded."

Yalaer seized the opportunity, pushed against Mammon who was still trying to press down, and grinned innocently: "Well, I'm going to be late for the meeting."

"..." Mamen paused for a moment, as if she just remembered this, she nodded, "Come back and continue?"

"...=_,=" Who will continue with you.

"I won't go if I don't continue," Mamen said decisively, "It's over now."

"..." Yalar blinked and laughed, "What are you doing? Make yourself tall~"

Mammon ignored him, bowed her head and only tormented herself.

Aral was tickled by his hand that got into his clothes, and he rolled all over the bed with a giggle, telling Mammon to stop making trouble, I'm going to be late~~ Oh, it's so itchy here, don't touch it~~ If you touch it again, you will get angry Alright~~I still touch~~Hey~~

……

After Mammon pulled off his trousers swiftly, Yalar couldn't laugh anymore.

In the last second before the trousers were separated from his feet and flew to the ends of the earth, Aral thought that Mammon was joking.

Now Yalaer has a complete understanding - His Majesty Mammon never made such low-level jokes.

When the warm and dry big hands directly touched the skin of the buttocks to stimulate a layer of goose bumps, Yalaer was so frightened that his voice changed a little. He pushed the mammon door, but did not push it away.

"Don't make trouble." Mamen stretched out her other hand and stroked his back, counting it as a pat on the back.

Will Alar be obedient?

Obviously not.

So he moved harder.

The veins on Mamen's forehead twitched, and as if he was being punished, he simply took off the last piece of underwear on his body, pinched the buttocks under his hand, which looked like a big white dough, and bent down under the corner of Yalar's mouth in satisfaction. A kiss to show that the hand feels good and the dragon's heart is happy.

Picking up Aral and throwing it in the middle of the bed, Mamen pulled open the cabinet and rummaged through it. Except for the foam cream for shaving, she couldn't find any other decent things. After thinking about it, it seems that Edward said about bath milk , Mammon subconsciously glanced at Yalaer, feeling that using body wash seemed a bit irritating. , Yalaer was shocked after being glanced at, and crawled and crawled into the bed.

Mamen curled her lips, and took out the foam milk—use it at will, KY or something, so I have to talk about it next time.

Tossing and dragging the person in the bed, Yalaer was lying on Mammon's arms with his upper body at this time, and his lower body was naked, feeling Mammon's hand down his back, and then, there was a coolness between his buttocks, as if Get squeezed on something.

Yalar gasped, feeling more uneasy, and somehow remembered the feeling of getting an injection in the hospital when he was a child, and the feeling of the nurse's elder sister applying alcohol before the injection, and almost blurted out to call for help.

Mammon patted his head, raised his chin and asked between his brows, with a hoarse and low voice: "Don't move around, or it will hurt more later."

Yalar cried sadly: "If you don't do it, it won't hurt. Why do I have to choose between 'painful' and 'more painful'?" TAT.

"It's A and B, there is no C for you to choose." Mammon said, a finger with lubricant unexpectedly poked into the tight hole.

Yalar snorted, the muscles in his buttocks visibly tightened.

Mamen picked him up halfway, buried his head in her neck, and bit his earlobe lightly: "Does it hurt?"

"..." Yalar said nothing.

Mammon let go of his earlobe, and the tip of her tongue slipped into his earhole: "Huh?"

"Don't..." Yalar twisted, cursing in his stomach that Mammon is actually a satyr with a serious face and paralyzed fur.

"Ask you." Mammon whispered in Yalar's ear, her hands kept moving, gently pressing and stirring the warm and humid interior.

Yalar hummed twice, thinking of the dream in the snake cave.

Red-faced and red-faced, she burrowed into Mamen's embrace, and remained silent.

Mammon didn't get an answer, so she pulled out her finger, pulled him up, and frowned after only one look: "What are you biting, it's bleeding." It was Yalaer's lips.

Aral pursed his lips and turned his face away.

He attached it and licked it gently until the smell of blood completely disappeared between their lips.

When the two parted, Mamen didn't want to wait any longer, she unzipped the zipper, took out the utensil that was already swollen and throbbed, and when she touched the entrance that was still slightly shrinking, she straightened her back without hesitation. Pushed in.

"Uh—" The two sighed softly at the same time.

Yalar is hurting.

Mammon...

It also hurts ==.

"Relax." Mammon hugged Yalar a little funny, and patted his buttocks twice, "I'm going to be caught in it by you."

...Yaral sadly thought of the nurse aunt again——When I was a child, I was spanked and needled, because I was too nervous, and the needle stuck in the muscle and could not be pulled out.

...but now is really not the time to think about it.

Yalaer blushed, and after listening to Mammon's words, he tried hard to relax—but how could he relax.

After working hard a few times, Yala stretched out his claws and pinched Mamen's face in a broken way: "You have something stuck in your back to relax, let me see?"

Mammon was in pain from being pinched, if it wasn't for the pain of the "thing" being stuck in half, he would almost burst out laughing on the spot - Yalaer was so nervous that his head was sweating profusely, his eyes were full of shyness, nervousness and resentment. people.

Mammon groped and stretched out a hand, reached into the quilt, and held the front end of Alar——

Then the two of them were startled by a shock at the same time.

Turning around, Mamen's cell phone was vibrating happily on the bedside, and it was about to hit the floor.

Aral was dumbfounded——

His Erliang Lord was arrested by others.

There's another evil thing in that place.

……

So what's the situation?

……

Yalar looked at Mammon stupidly, the latter leaned over and pecked him on the lips, the hand holding his lower body didn't let go, just stretched out the other hand, grabbed the phone with his long arm , press the answer key.

"En?" Mammon responded, and suddenly the other hand scraped across Yalar's front end, Yalar was caught off guard, his waist softened, and he almost lay on Mamen's body.

"... What time is it?" Mammon asked without knowing what was said there, Yalaer subconsciously thought he was asking himself, looked around for the clock, and waited for the lower body to be held and gently moved, then Realizing that Mamen wasn't asking him, he leaned forward, Yalael grabbed Mamen's Adam's apple, and bit him like a puppy.

This action accidentally made Mammon's utensils slide in.

Both of them were startled, and Mamen paused halfway through his words, almost missing the phone.

Yalar raised his head, shrugged his shoulders apologetically, and gloated as if he had taken advantage of his misfortune, and raised his chin to the mobile phone in Mamen's hand, signaling: You continue.

……

There should be no second creature in the world more miraculous and second than Baozi—for a moment, Mammon couldn't help but sigh.Feeling deeply responsible, Mamen reached out and touched Yalar's head, feeling a little impatient with the other end of the phone: "You guys just start—yes—we're not going—the trophy? We have It’s only three fragments—with Pelaze’s addition, it’s only five fragments—I won’t go if I say no, that’s all, goodbye.”

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

Immediately, the phone rang without hesitation, and Mamen clicked her tongue and turned off the phone.

Yalar was dumbfounded—"Well, are you really not going to the awards ceremony?"

"How can we go like this?" Mamen shook her lower body.

"...Then," Yalar narrowed his eyes, "then you should do it quickly."

Mamen choked, and wanted to ask the child if he knew what he was talking about, so she endured it, and finally nodded: "You said it."

……

Yalar realized something was wrong, and quickly shook his head: "I didn't say anything—"

……

Mammon grinned: "It's late."

As soon as Yalar opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by an exclamation—"Ah, what are you doing~~~ I was wrong, what I just said doesn't count—well—it doesn't count——"

……

"...Slow down, I beg you - um -"

……

"Don't over there——I said no ahh~~~~enen~~uh——"

……

"Mammon? Reguis!!!!"

"I'm here."

"you're a bastard!"

"I'm."

"Get out!!!"

"a while."

"Get out now!!"

"No."

"Ahhh, slow down, don't pull it—the leg is going to cramp—I haven't learned ballet and I can't stand it like you—"

"Then change your position."

"No change!!!"

"Oh, keep going like this?"

"No!!! Don't change~~ and don't continue!!"

"..."

……

finally?

In the end, of course, the awards ceremony did not go.

Later the professor called and told Mammon that if they went, they would indeed be the first.

……

It's a pity they didn't go.

Losing the chain at a critical moment—Yaral was lying on the phone with a full face on his face, explaining to his father why he didn't go to the award ceremony to take back the golden little angel trophy, and by the way, when his father answered the phone, he said, "I really am The first" is used as a greeting, and it is emphasized twice during the conversation and at the end of the conversation.

After hanging up the phone, Mamen just came out of the bathroom.

Without hesitation, Yalar smashed the mobile phone in his hand at the sinful thing on the man's lower body.

Mamen caught the phone quickly: "Are you angry?"

——This shameless person even dared to ask, Yalaer curled up under the blanket, didn't lift it up, and finally squinted and smiled brightly: "Don't be angry, I am very happy."