Feral cat domestication manual

The first second Eji took out the key, the door opened.

He was greeted by a smiling but mysterious face.

"The ears are sharp?" Jiang Ci stretched his claws towards that head as he entered.

Ever since Jing Cong had this haircut with fine bangs, it has become one of Jiangci's indescribable hobbies to rub it back and forth like a plucking hair.

Jing Cong pretended to be "hmm", and the lips of the two touched each other very well, and they were lightly pressed together, one cold and one hot.

"It's quite cold at home," Jiang Ci pressed the back of his cold head, "You're still 'huh'? You squatted at the door eagerly listening to my footsteps, and don't think about how long you have lived here, how long I have lived ?”

Being poked down, Jing Cong said in a low voice, "Old man." He was so small that he didn't even make a lip shape.

Jiang Ci was still covered with some heat from the outside, he then pushed and pushed the old man while trying to cover it up: "You are so hot."

Jiang Ci's eyebrows moved, to hide the restlessness and evil thoughts in the corners of his eyes, separated from Jing Cong a little, smiled helplessly, and asked, "Don't try to be tricky, what's the result?"

Jing Cong cherished the secret joy that he hadn't been caught playing tricks under Jiang Ci's nose. When he was asked, his eyes became brighter, and he didn't think he was hot, so he immediately went up to hug Jiang Ci enthusiastically, paused After waiting for two seconds: "I passed the exam, Mr. Jiang."

Half a year's surprise review, probably really achieved the [-]-day oath, the grade director with a shiny head yelled: "As long as you don't die, learn from the dead!"

But when he came out of the real exam, all the previous moods disappeared, Jing Cong only felt that his feet were flat and stable, the sky was so blue, the clouds were so slow, and Jiang Ci standing next to "Fat Brother" was so tall.

From getting grades to filling out volunteers online, Jiang Ci didn't intervene in anything other than giving references based on objective facts about the future that can be chosen at the moment.

Now the dust has finally settled, and a good result has been achieved in accordance with the intention.

Until the two finished their dinner, Eci was beaming and smiling, which was in line with the current mood of a big happy event like "gold list title" in the family.

So Jing Cong was a little swollen under the strong joyful atmosphere. He was urged by Jiang Ci to come out of the shower, and lay on the bed with his legs crossed, comfortable and comfortable, quite smug.

It's a great mood, in every sense of the word.

How to swell has to start at noon.

Before checking the results at noon today, Jiang Ci followed up with him in real time on WeChat, but when Jing Cong clicked the mouse on the other end of the network cable to check, Mr. Jiang on the other end of the network cable only saw the name "ah ah". My WeChat friends began to pretend to be stupid.

Threats and lures didn't work for this former seed debt collector. He refused to talk about it, saying that he had to talk face-to-face to have a sense of ceremony.

"We're face to face now," Jiang Ci had already got into bed, he tucked his five fingers into Jing Cong's damp hair, and made eye contact with the person, "Is the ceremony enough?"

Jing Cong's hands were cut backwards by Jiang Ci's other hand, his upper body was stretched all by himself, his eyeballs had nowhere to hide, and he stammered, "What do you want now, what sense of ceremony?"

Jiang Ci "hummed" through his nasal cavity, and smiled softly: "The sense of ceremony before you."

There was a bad feeling on Jing Cong's back, he twisted his body like sitting on pins and needles, and said embarrassingly: "I didn't say no...Brother, let me go, I'll help you..." The voice in the mouth is getting smaller and smaller.

Jiang Ci really let go of him, looked at him leisurely, and when he stretched his shoulders bluffing and rubbed his hands, he pushed him down on the bed with lightning speed.

"Today, prospective college students don't need to help others, just help themselves."

Jing Cong was pushed like that, and stared blankly at Jiang Ci, who was still a little distance away from him, in front of him with his limbs open.

Until the other party pursed his lips and motioned to the bedside table, he understood.

In order to make this long night tonight feel better, so that extreme joy does not turn into sorrow, Jing Cong took the lubricant from the bedside table with a red face, took off his trousers, and stretched himself. Ruddy's secret place went in and out, and as soon as he got in, he backed out as if he was surprised, and his movements were extremely slow, grinding the foreign workers.

It's not intentional, it's because his skin is still not thick enough for him to do this kind of thing in front of Eci's eyes freely, even if he is forced by the other party under the guise of being gentle.

Jiang Ci looked at the beautiful scene in front of him, but he didn't let him rest for a long time, half because of lack of patience, and half because of reluctance.

He leaned forward, wiped Jing Cong's cheeks with his fingertips, and kissed his brows that were frowned with shame and embarrassment: "It's okay, the old man slept with you, didn't he say anything?"

Jing Cong raised his glistening eyes when he heard the words, and he obviously said it as a mischievous joke, but now he apologized: "You heard me...I didn't mean it that way."

Jiang Ci felt abusive again, he hummed, pinched his chin and lifted it up, then pressed his head a little roughly, and said in a low voice, "I just want to have fun by being happy today."

And the lower body has slowly pushed in without knowing when.

Before Jing Cong had time to secretly think that something was wrong, he was awakened by the pain passing along the nerve endings.

"It hurts..." He wrinkled his face in time, with two crystal clear teardrops hanging from the corners of his drooping eyes, he pushed Jiang Ci's lower body that he wanted to penetrate further, and quickly begged for mercy, apologizing, "It hurts... I was wrong."

Not only is there a sticky nasal sound in the voice, but the whole person exudes an aggrieved and docile attitude. Although it is adding fuel to the fire, this killer trick is very accurate.

Jiang Ci looked at him with deep eyes, pulled himself out, pinched his chest with one hand to tease, expanded it hastily for him again, and then slowly pushed it in.

In the end, when Jiang Ci was about to be released in his body, Jing Cong had already been manipulated by the pleasure and gradually lost consciousness, and he tensed his body while holding back moans.

With a crying tone in his mouth, he murmured: "Not old..."

When the battlefield was just set up, Jiang Ci didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He pumped rhythmically and asked strangely, "Aren't you old yet? You were so sweet back then, they were all lies?"

In the face of this punitive and wanton revenge, in order to calm down the anger of the man on his body, and because he was eager to refute, Jing Cong said the words "not old" and "not" out of tune, looking like he was being bullied. That was a disaster.

It's just that his body couldn't help but gave the most enthusiastic response. His front end was soaked, and there was a little sweat on his rosy face. From time to time, two uncontrollable moans came out of his throat.

Jiang Ci couldn't help laughing in a deep voice, and when he touched the sensitive point, he changed the question viciously: "Have you reached the top yet?"

"Hmm..." I don't know if it's an answer or what.

"Call out."

A slap in the face made Jing Cong tremble all over, unable to speak: "No..."

"Don't say no," Jiang Ci leaned close to his head in a sticky manner, bit the Fenfen's ear, and said softly, "You just need to call yourself the two words in your WeChat name."

Jing Cong wanted to cry but had no tears, he found that no matter what happened tonight, he would have to live with extreme joy and sorrow.

After being tossed about for half a night, before he almost fell asleep with his eyes rolled over, Jing Cong thought hoarsely, whoever said that Jiang Ci was old would be in a hurry with whomever.I really want to tell everyone that this is just a sanctimonious beast in clothes.

It's a pity that no one will know except him.

Jiang Ci stroked Jing Cong's sweaty temples, and watched Jing Cong's lips open and close in a deep sleep. He leaned over and kissed him, and then spent the night peacefully like he spent those steady nights before. Pass.