[Rebirth] Soul Master Beast Pet

The pain gradually turned into pleasure, and Rist could no longer maintain his rationality under such a strong offensive, following Kleist's rhythm frantically, unable to control himself.

"Kleist...no, no/ok/too...slow, slow/slow..." A powerful attack, every intrusion hits the deepest part of Lister's body, and every retreat makes Lister The unbearable itchiness, the unrestrained frantic rhythm, and the intense pleasure drove Rist to go crazy, and the words that he blurted out were words that he didn't even know the content of.

Kleist stared at the frantic Rist with red eyes, his jacket had long been torn to pieces due to the unbearable heat and thrown on the ground like rags.Kleist's hands clasped his thighs tightly, and he pushed his waist vigorously, wanting to enter a deeper place, wishing he could become one with Kleist "too, too /quick/...no/ok ...and/want to...ke...uh...Crystal...ah!" With an uncontrollable cry, Lister stepped out, and the white liquid splashed on his chest. Bite Kleist.

"Hmm!" Kleist was stimulated, accelerated his speed, sprinted vigorously a few times, and then came out and entered into Kleist's body.

"Huh...huh..."

Kleist fell forward and pressed against him, the two were panting violently, their undulating chests rubbed against each other, stimulating the still sensitive body after the love/event.

"Rist, you are amazing." Kleist raised his head and kissed Rist.

The already exhausted Rist could only be at the mercy of Kleist, and he didn't even have the mood to resist.

"Get out." After a kiss, Rist said hoarsely.

"Don't go out." Kleist lightly pecked his lips again, and then squeezed deeper.

"Hmm...don't..." The body was still sensitive, and Kleist's movement aroused pleasure again.

Rist's resisting voice was as small as a newborn baby animal, sobbing and pitiful, which made Kleist's heart itch again, and the part buried in Rist's body began to move again.

"Kleist! Get the hell out of here!" The sudden swell and hardening of the body made Lester's expression change from surprise to anger.

"Okay, okay, I'm going out, I'm going out." Kleist kissed him on the forehead, then smiled badly, and slowly and little by little began to back away.

Kleist deliberately slowed down the movement of withdrawing, his body was tightly connected, Kleist could feel the warm tender flesh lingering on him, every inch of withdrawing, he could feel a comfortable resistance.

The inner wall of Rist is tightly wrapped around Kleist, and he can clearly feel every inch of Kleist's withdrawal, the slower the movement, the more obvious the feeling, and Rist's soft part slowly raised his head .

"Hurry up!" Realizing the changes in his body, Liszt became even more annoyed, and reached out to push Liszt's chest, but the soft force was more like an ambiguous caress.

"Hurry up? Hurry up what?" Kleist tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

"Get out of here quickly!" Rist stared, but every subtle expression was full of temptation and coquettishness in Kleist's view.

"That can't be done." Kleist curled his lips, "What if it hurts you too fast?"

Hurt your sister!You didn't get hurt when you went in, but you can get hurt when you come out? !Kleist was angry, his butt shrank back, and he wanted to separate from Kleist.

But as soon as Rist's butt was pushed hard, the chrysanthemum contracted reflexively, and the bite became tighter.

"Hiss! Rist, did you do it on purpose?" Kleist gasped, and slapped Rist's buttocks with a "snap".

"Hey!" After being spanked, Rist was ashamed and angry, and his already flushed cheeks became even redder.

"Rist is really bad-hearted." Kleist complained aggrievedly, with a sudden force in his waist and hips, he rushed in, and then stopped at the deepest point.

"Ah!" Rister was so stimulated that he straightened his upper body, grabbed the pillow above his head with both hands, and bit his lower lip tightly, "Kleist...you bastard..." After a while, Riester cursed.

"What, isn't Rist very comfortable too?" Kleist raised his hand, touched the upper end of Rist with his fingertips, and then slowly slid down to the root and then turned back up.

"Don't, don't touch..."

"Rist is always duplicity. You see, he obviously didn't want me to go out, but he let me go out. He obviously wanted me to touch me more, but he just told me not to. What should I do?" Kleist's waist was light. He moved back slowly in circles in Riester's body, and the five fingers of his right hand climbed onto Riester's body one after another, stroking affectionately.As if he was intentionally bullying Rist, every movement of Kleist was slow, giving people a gap to leave, but it suffocated the appetite and made it impossible to leave.

"Who... um... who's duplicity..." Liszt couldn't stand Clisser's provocation. Although he retorted stiffly, he couldn't help but twist his waist slightly.

"Rist. Look, he's clearly pestering me, how can I get out? Huh?" With a sexy voice and a playful tone, Kleist straightened his waist again and withdrew. The part again sprints/thrusts in.

Damn!What kind of broken gameplay is this!Rist was so tormented by this fast in and slow out movement that tears flowed out, and he couldn't escape Kleist's hands around his waist. Except for the unbearable twisting and humming, the only thing left was being punched/thrusted The most important thing is that the desire cannot be relieved. Every time I am hit, it is like being pushed over the edge of a cliff. Shake, Rist is going crazy.

"Oops, Rist looks so sexy crying, what should I do?" Kleist leaned over and licked the tears from the corners of Rist's eyes.

what to do?Salad!Rist grabbed Kleist's shoulder and pulled it hard, and the up and down were out of position instantly.

"Ah!" The inexperienced Rist couldn't grasp it at all. This change of position did not control the center of gravity of the body well. He sat down straight and was invaded by Kleist to a deeper place.

"Hmm!" Kleist, who had been enduring all this time, almost jumped out of the sudden stimulation, but finally managed to hold back.

If he came out like this, Rist would never let him in again, so he wanted to stay inside for a while.

"So Riester likes this?" Kleist supported Riester's waist, rubbing his hands back and forth restlessly.

Rist's body was slightly arched, his eyes were closed and trembling slightly, unable to speak.

"Rist, move around, according to your comfortable way." Kleist's hand moved around on Rist's flushed body, but he never touched the crucial place.

It feels like Rist is on the verge of eruption. If the key parts are stimulated, it will end immediately, right?That's not what he wanted.

"Move...can't move..." Rist raised his head slightly, opened one eye and looked at Kleist, his voice with a smile like a small animal was full of grievances.

Kleist's eyes darkened, he stood up abruptly, grabbed the back of his head and gave him a deep kiss, his waist swung, and he went back and forth quickly again and again.

"Hmm..." Kleist's exclamation was all swallowed by Kleist. He hugged Kleist with both hands, and the pleasure made his legs unconsciously close, wrapping around Kleist's waist. .

Being hugged by Riester like this, Kleist's emotions were even higher, feeling and giving tirelessly.

"Kleist... want, go..."

"Rist, I love you." Before rushing to the summit, Kleist opened his mouth and took a bite on the side of Rist's neck. The bloody smell permeated his mouth, making the desire reach its peak and explode.

"Ok!"

So tired... a little cold... Rist shrank back habitually, but there was nothing behind him, but the same feeling came from his waist.

Rist's thinking was stagnant for two seconds, and the scenes before falling asleep rushed through his mind. Rist opened his eyes in a flash, his face flushed, but he looked around, but he didn't see Kleist. Once again, the scene is somewhat familiar.Here is his tent in the North Camp.Kleist brought him back?But what about Kleist?

Rist struggled to sit up, the stiffness in his waist seemed to be severed and reconnected, which made Rist grin his teeth, especially the chrysanthemum was swollen, as if there was something inside.

Damn Kleist!Sure enough, a beast is a beast!

"Rist, are you awake?"

The cold wind invaded, making Rist shiver, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.When Rist looked up, he saw Craster walking in with something in his hand.

I can't tell what Kleist is wearing. Anyway, the pants are well worn, and the upper body is only covered with a long windbreaker. Even the hair is loose. It seems that he is in a hurry to do something and doesn't care about himself. Feel.Look carefully at what Kleist is holding in his hand, it looks like porridge.

"Is it cold?" Putting the porridge on the low table next to the bed, Kleist wrapped him into a silkworm chrysalis with a quilt, and then hugged him into his arms, feeling nervous, "Are you okay? How uncomfortable ?"

"...It's uncomfortable everywhere." Blinking, Rist said.

"Uh... It's uncomfortable there too? I'll rub it for you." As he spoke, Kleist put his hand into the quilt.

"Hey! Hiss..." Rist twisted his body to dodge, but once again felt the dull sensation in his waist, and his body froze uncomfortably.

"Back pain?" Kleist stopped fussing, put his hands on his back in a polite manner, and rubbed it lightly.

Rist didn't speak, and didn't know what to say. He lowered his head, feeling a little awkward.

"Are you hungry?" Tsk tsk, ears are red, so it turns out that Rist has such a shy personality?What a new discovery.

"Where did you get the porridge?" Rist looked up at the porridge that Crast brought to his eyes.

"I made it." Actually, he wanted to roast the rest of the bear meat, but Bailey told him that it would be better to drink porridge at this time, so he made porridge, which Bailey also taught him.

"You?" Rist raised his eyebrows in surprise, then looked at Krest playfully, "Can you eat it?"

"Bailey and the others tasted it and said it was okay." Kleist scooped out a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to his mouth.

"Bailey and the others?" Rist subconsciously swallowed the porridge, then suddenly reacted and glared at Kryster, "Did you tell them?!"

"Bailey asked me why I made the food, so I said it." Kleist scooped out another spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to his mouth, "You are my partner, there is nothing you can't say. "

Rist swallowed the porridge with a tangled expression.

It is true to say so, but there is always an uncomfortable feeling.