canary in cage

Isri's eyes gradually became bloodshot, Cehir clenched his fingers, and then directly slapped Isri's hand away, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and he shouted.

"Go away! You don't deserve it!"

After shouting, Cehir didn't dare to look at Isri again, panting continuously between his nostrils.

After staying in the dark for a long time, Cehir unconsciously became irritable. He gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from trembling.

Isri paused for a moment, the bloodshot eyes became more serious, he pulled the iron chain tied to his ankles, and directly laid Cehir on the ground.

Isri pushed forward, pressed people under him, and grabbed Cehir's neck with one hand, forcing the people under him to look at him.

"Master, do I hate you so much?"

Isri's voice was low and hoarse as if it came from an ancient clock, and the desire suppressed in his body was constantly clamoring.

Cecil was in pain from being pinched, but he didn't know where the stubbornness came from. He closed his eyes directly, intending to confront Isri.

Seeing Cehir like this, Isri smiled instead of anger, and in the darkness, a shivering voice entered Cehir's ears.

"Master, it will really arouse my interest. Since this is the case, how about making the young master completely loathe me?"

Cecil didn't understand what Isri meant for a while, and he was stunned for half a second, and then Isri mercilessly stretched out his hand and poked it in directly from his clothes.

Cecil was startled, and quickly opened his eyes, glaring at Isri, with some trills mixed with anger in his voice.

"Isri! What are you doing!"

Isri leaned his body down, and lightly bit the slightly protruding collarbone of the upper and lower body. When he was attacked by the sudden movement, Cecil trembled, trying to break free from Isri's restraint.

But the more he struggled free, the tighter his buckle was, and his wrist was held tightly by Yisli, Cehir felt that the skin on the surface was about to be worn out.

"Isri! You lunatic! Let me go!" Cecil stared at Isri, his body bobbing up and down because of panting.

Isri loosened his teeth, and instantly left two rows of red marks on his fair skin, looking extremely charming.

"The young master said that I am a lunatic, how can a lunatic be obedient?"

Saying that, Isri pulled the clothes up directly from the bend of his legs. Cehir, who didn't wear underpants, can be said to be completely naked in front of Isri.

In an instant, a blush rose on the side of Cecil's face, he was ashamed and angry, and his struggling movements became more obvious.

It was the first time for the devil to taste the delicacy he had been looking forward to for a long time, and his unconscious movements were somewhat rough. His cold fingers pinched his slender waist, and when he moved away, a red mark appeared.

He knew Cehir had thin skin, but he didn't expect Cehir to act like this when he was emotional.

The current Cecil can be said to be connected with a large red patch just by touching any part of his body.

Isri can't control these things, now that the delicious food is on his lips, he doesn't know how to chew slowly.

"Crazy! Bastard! Let go of me!" Cecil shouted, his voice was a little anxious, and his eyes were full of horror.

But at this time, this kind of shouting is simply to add fun to the devil in the love saint period.

It seemed that even at this time, Yisli was not in a hurry, and slowly bent down, kissing the slightly trembling body with his own mouth, and finally branded a mark that belonged to him.

The delicate collarbone was the first place occupied by the demon, as if it had been carefully polished with warm water, the lines were so perfect that it was outrageous.

The childishness has not completely faded away, but the collarbone is slightly rudimentary, and within a few minutes, it is bright red.

Cecil was frightened, his body trembled violently, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes to his ears, and the sound of breathing became more and more obvious.

Isri's hand kept walking on Cehir's body, and the cold touch constantly stimulated Cehir's nerves.

The slender waist did not touch the ground, and Isri could easily put his hand in from underneath and hold it with one hand.

The waist was already sensitive, but after being touched by Esri like this, Cehir's resistance became more obvious, and the legs that were imprisoned under him also began to kick wildly.

Isri, who was thinking of taking it slowly, finally couldn't bear Cehir's resistance. The next time Cehir raised his leg, Isri grabbed Cehir's leg and pressed it directly. down.

The boy's body was already a little soft, but with Isri's sudden force, Cehir's knees were directly pressed against his shoulders.

"Ah! Huh!" Cecil couldn't hold back, and exhaled in pain, and the gas from his mouth became more and more frequent.

Looking at Cecil whose eyes were full of tears, it was like sinking a sapphire into the sea water, it was terribly tempting.

Isri let out a breath, leaned over and said nothing to those pale lips.

With a soft and delicate touch, Yisili fell into it in an instant, like a strange-tasting fudge, and gradually deepened, as if the taste would be different.

Cehir was so frightened that tears flowed down his face. It was the first time that Cehir was treated like this, and he couldn't even take a breath. Within a few seconds, the side of his face was flushed.

After seeing it, Yisli tasted it carefully before moving away reluctantly.

Cecil turned his head, breathing heavily, wishing he could directly pour the air into his lungs.

Isri narrowed his eyes, and the hand pressing his leg gradually moved towards the direction he wanted to go.

Immediately, Cecil was like a frightened bird, shouting without the slightest threat: "I am the Holy Son of West Asia!"

Isri paused, looking at Cecil's firm eyes, just about to tell him that he is not the Holy Son now, but suddenly, he seemed to think of a better decision.

He wants to make this disobedient bird completely obedient.

Isri chuckled: "Holy Son? The young master doesn't believe in God, so why should I believe in it? Besides, you are my only God. If I do this kind of thing to my God, I think my God will help him Believers."

"Hmm~!"

Cecil frowned tightly, and the slight sound of clothes rubbing against his ears, as well as the constant panting sound from Isri's throat, could be heard.

Cecil squinted his eyes, his eyes were covered by water mist, and looked at Isri who was pulling his tie, his voice trembled unbelievably.

"I... refuse, I don't want to...you let me go..., I don't want to..."

Panting and crying sounds were mixed in, Cehir looked extremely pitiful, Isri stopped the movement of his hands, bent down, and sprayed hot gas in his ears.

"My dear young master, I refuse your proposal."

"Ah!" With a sharp sound, Cecil bit his lips tightly, his face turned pale: "It hurts..."

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The Son must keep his body clean and must not have any thoughts about carousing.