The day to become the final boss

Snape woke up from his sleep, and what he saw was the gentle smiling face of Moores.

Mr. Snape closed his eyes, turned his head, and played dead.

Wan Mo "..."

The potions professor, who has always been rigorous and restrained, couldn't believe the absurdity and madness of the past two days. Moores' excessive demands were simply outrageous! ——How many times did he ask for it?Fifteen times... twenty times? ? !

The old bat who was made unconscious gritted his teeth in hatred.

Yes, Mr. Moores has been brazenly and repeatedly continuing: enter—remove the fatigue of the lover, heal the scars of some unspeakable places—enter again with taste and taste—heal again—enter with insatiability again— — Repeat the treatment process again and again, tossing and tossing for two days!

Merlin, what kind of monster is this!

Professor Snape cursed silently in his heart, cursing Moores's too terrifying X ability, and this Christmas holiday, who didn't know whether it was a dream or a nightmare.

His cheek was lightly touched by a feathery touch, and the familiar, slightly cool, and inexplicably pleasant breath sprayed on the side of his neck. "Good morning, Severus."

"...Good morning." Snape responded with two words helplessly, and then his whole body stiffened because of his hoarse voice.

He glared angrily at Mr. Moores, who was smiling comfortably.

"Oh dear, it's not my fault, your beautiful cry is the strongest aphrodisiac for me - it always makes me want to give you, give you, give you, and then you It will make more sounds that fascinate me." Wan Mo licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes were a little dark.

Snape moved back vigilantly, but the sharp pain almost killed him.

Wan Mo's covering hand relieved his pain in time, and stayed there for a while, Snape felt that his throat was not so uncomfortable.

In fact, Wan Mo could treat Snape while he was drowsy to get rid of his discomfort, but he wanted to see the traces left by him last longer on his lover.

"I think you need to take a hot bath." Wan Mo wrapped his arms around his slender waist.

Snape frowned. He didn't feel how sticky and uncomfortable his body was. It seemed that Moles had already dealt with it, but when he moved his waist slightly, he realized that he was wrong. Some kind of viscous liquid Immediately it was bubbling from the overdeveloped, swollen, painful back and trickling down his thigh.

Mr. Snape felt that he almost fainted again, but he was angry-damn Moores, did he bury himself in his body every time? ?

He stiffened his body, let those ivory-colored, seemingly slender arms tighten around his waist, felt the soft, silky smooth skin on his back, and came to the bathtub in a blink of an eye.

Wan Mo placed him on the semi-submerged water bed in the huge and luxurious bathtub, and stretched his lover's slender legs away.

The pain made Snape bite his lower lip tightly, and he was ashamed to be forced to spread his legs naked in front of others, and he struggled to close his feet together, or simply kick Myers away.

"Oh, Severus, don't be shy, we've done more shameful things." Wan Mo bit his earlobe ambiguously, pressed his palms slightly towards his lover's abdomen, and then more sticky turbid White trickled out from under Snape.

Snape's face was a little ugly.

Wan Mo's fingers moved slightly, and the hot water in the bath surged like a tide, washing away the turbidity flowing on the water bed. "I think it's going to be hard for you to get it all out," he said innocently.

"So?" He gritted his teeth.

"I request to serve my partner." Wan Mo took Snape's left hand and branded a kiss on the obsidian ring of his ring finger, staring at him with black eyes.

Snape's ears turned pink.

"Put down your way of treating women, why are you always so thick-skinned." Snape pursed his lips and said viciously, but his legs stopped struggling.

"...My honor." Honey, you are so awkward... If I am noble and arrogant, can I still take advantage of you?

Wan Mo climbed onto the water bed, the weight of the two of them made the bed sink a little more, and floated under the surface water, he directly hugged Snape on his lap.

Then the awkward man showed a struggling expression, and the pink behind his ears tended to spread, but he still didn't say anything.

The white and slender hands pressed with proper strength on his lower abdomen, and more turbid white was excreted from the body, which became thicker as it went to the back.Finally, nothing came out of the gentle hand massage.

Wan Mo wrapped one hand around Snape's waist, raised his hips with the other, passed through his thighs, and spread his buttocks with his fingers.

"Murles..." Snape finally couldn't hold back anymore, he moved his hips, and protested embarrassingly, "If you let me regain my strength, it would be better if I do it myself!"

Wan Mo soul's fingers directly penetrated into his red and swollen acupoints, and calmly replied: "Your fingers have no healing power, there is no way to heal here, and..." His wicked fingers went in again, until it reaches the roots. "More inside."

Snape, already flushed, wanted to bite, his stiff body like a stubborn plank.

Damn racial disparity!It was obvious that Moores had been doing whatever he wanted for several hours, but now he was the only one who had this embarrassing problem.

The fingers constantly digging in and out and the cold sensation brought by the treatment made Snape shrink unconsciously. By the time he noticed the sound of Myers's gradually heavy breathing, it was already too late. The deep fingers are already viciously squeezing a sensitive spot inside.

An indescribable numbness spread from the tailbone to the scalp of the brain. The numbing scalp made his legs go limp, and his stiff body softened instantly, fitting against the naked body behind him.

Wan Mo took out his finger, placed it on the attractive entrance and stroked it back and forth, feeling its slight contraction, allowing the last bit of redness to subside.

He lowered Snape's hip.

Snape immediately felt the hot hardness between his buttocks, and he directly elbowed the opponent's ribs hard, trying to roll off the water bed, far away.

But the slender, graceful white arms wrapped around his waist like iron clamps and pulled him back.

"Damn, so many times, are you still not satisfied!" Struggling in vain.

"Of course." The bright red tongue licked the corner of her mouth. "If possible, I hope there is no limit on the number of times." Overwhelming.

"Where is your brain, did you let the lower body replace it!?" He tried to attack the most prominent part of the opponent's body.

"Oh honey, that doesn't work, how about - I'll go ahead this time and you'll get it tomorrow?" Lustling erotically along the pale skin along the spine.

"That's not worth it at all! . . . Are you sure you're going to stop soon? Hmm—"

Advance, undulate gently yet powerfully. "Of course not." He bumped hard somewhere in his lover's extremely sensitive body, and Snape's scolding turned into a broken moan.

He wrapped his arms around his lover's slender waist, his smooth cheeks rubbed against Snape's neck, and his long, wet black hair hung loosely around his lover's body like vines.

Wan Mo breathed deeply—"I love you, Severus."