[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The Dark Knight let his little boy rummage through his consciousness.He didn't resist or hide anything, he just focused on kissing those sweet lips.

Even if he turned all the way to the depths, turned to the crime alley, turned to the blood-stained pearl necklace that fell on the ground that night.

Bruce didn't stop either.

But after the little doctor watched everything that night, his attitude changed.

He was pressed on the bed with his mouth gagged, faltering as if he wanted to say something.

After the wrist was slowly let go by the man's big hand, as if there was no place to rest it, he touched his arm, and then followed the arm to touch the man's broad shoulders.

Most of his consciousness was still in Bruce's mind, and his body instinctively wanted to comfort him, but when he pulled out his consciousness, he realized that he was still being kissed deeply by the other party, and his expression suddenly became very embarrassed.

Bruce: "It's over, huh?"

He let go of the little doctor's pussy lips, but insisted on pressing him, refusing to let him get up from the bed.

The faces of the two were so close that the tips of their noses would touch each other. Joe Ward had to hold his breath carefully, fearing that he would catch his breath on the other's face.

Joward's eyes didn't know where to look, and his face was so hot that he could boil an egg.

He didn't dare to struggle, and he didn't dare to make a sound. He curled up in the mattress and smoked.

He hoped that the big Wayne bed would burn a hole quickly, so that he could crawl home through the hole, into the bed in the attic, into his little quilt, so he could wrap himself up.

But Bruce didn't let him go.He just repeated the last ending: "Huh?"

His voice was hoarse, and he insisted on a response from the little doctor.

Joe Ward was already stupid, but he still didn't say anything.So the man began to bite his ear as punishment, and kissed his neck, forcing out a soft protest: "You don't...don't kiss him again..."

Bruce asked again in a low voice, "Huh?"

This time he pushed himself up.

The mattress of the big bed was already very soft. As soon as he pressed it on, the little doctor's whole body sank into the mattress completely. From the outside, he could only see two white claws holding on to the man's arm in a panic.

Before the telepathic connection was untied, he bowed his head and kissed the cat's lips again. The strong consciousness belonging to the dark knight followed the connection forcefully and invaded Joward's head.

Then he saw himself.

There is also a younger, softer little doctor, with blood dripping from his legs, holding his neck tremblingly, and being led by him through the exploding Gotham.

That was Joe Ward 6 years ago.

For him, Joward was still a strange and injured student at that time. He was busy saving people, and he never looked down, so he didn't see that Joward was huddled in his arms, side by side. Trembling, looking up at him.

—all the stars of Gotham's night sky fell into those blue eyes.

Joward suddenly began to struggle.

He shoves against Bruce's face as hard as if it will break the spiritual link between the two of them.

Unable to push, he writhed and squirmed under Bruce until his thigh brushed against a hot, bulging mass.

Joe Ward: "..."

The poor little doctor froze into a ball of ice cat, he didn't dare to move.

He heard the man on his body take a deep breath.

Bruce didn't do anything to him, but the picture Joe Ward saw in his consciousness was completely different from before.

It was like a mountain torrent erupting after a long period of rain, those lustful and intense images rushed into his mind at once.

Joward: "... Woo!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Why would the bat mark be tattooed on... on him!

Can't stand it, can't stand it!This, who can stand this!Ass is going to break!

Joe Ward put his hands on Bruce's face and cried out in a broken voice, "Don't think about it! No...don't think about it...!"

Bruce didn't care about him, he hooked his lips and stuck out his tongue to lick the white soft palm.

The little boy below withdrew again with a "woo" and covered his face with his hands instead.

Those pictures flashed more and more quickly, with any location, scene, and posture, and they also changed with his current posture;

He covered his face with his hands, and the picture he saw in Bruce's head was that he was lying naked under him, covering his eyes with his hands in a breakdown, meowing and crying when he was hit by a man.

...This is simply a crime, the kind that shows R25 movies to elementary school students!

Joe Ward was so stimulated by these images that his tongue trembled. He mustered up the greatest courage in his life and scolded him: "Bad, bad bat!"

Bruce: "Uh-bad bat."

He leaned down to kiss him again, sucking the little doctor's numb tongue;

This kiss was neither gentle nor intense, it was provocative and seductive, and it made people's heart tremble.

And the experienced Prince of Gotham got the result he wanted most:

Joward reacted to his teasing.

Joe Ward's consciousness was firmly occupied by Bruce, his mouth was sucked, his body was suppressed to death, and even the most important part in the middle of his body was pressed against by that big bulging thing;

The man still pressed against him intentionally, rubbing his legs in small circles and circles, rubbing his legs further and further, rubbing them more and more itchy, until Joe Ward was forced to cry out by the double stimulation in his body and consciousness, The trembling tears in the slack blue eyes were broken up by the sudden brief convulsion of the body, and dripped down from the corners of the eyes that were so red.

Joward actually cried, tears falling into the palms of the man's face that held his face.

While crying, he grabbed his pants helplessly, and said incoherently, "My pants are wet...I, my pants..."

——Then he saw the tight corners of the man's mouth and jaw, saw the man get up suddenly, and with a big movement, opened the first drawer at the head of the bed.

Bruce was too strong, the whole drawer fell out with a bang, crackling, and the delicate small packages fell all over the floor.

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