Chapter 55： (1/2)

But desire.

The lower abdomen was dry and burning, the stubborn thing was not stiff enough, and the iron rod was propped up in the crotch, asking for something impetuously. The sac swelled so badly that the **** was nearly full, but there was no boost from the shot. It longed for Omega's tight martyrdom, desperately wanted to be swallowed and sucked, rubbing from the roots to the head, and then shooting everything as much as possible.

His arrow was on the string, and he couldn't wait for a second.

but--

Go fuck!

Now the person who controls this body is me, and I will give you nothing!

Zheng Feiyu slammed his fist on the steering wheel, leaned back, pressed the back of the chair with force, and bit his teeth tightly to resist the surging desire in his body.

嘀 ——! !!

The horn suddenly made a sharp beep, and turned over the long street over and over again.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, feeling familiar and unfamiliar: his beard was shaved, his eyes were bloodshot, and the unresolved desire was burning in his eyes, like a beast trapped in estrus.

Is this how he looks for a spouse?

It's too shameful.

Zheng Feiyu took a few breaths, closed his eyes, and began to breathe deeply and slowly-all right, he is awake, the remaining desire for mating will fade away with "He" 's sleep, it will not affect him for too long .

But things went wrong.

After closing his eyes, driven by desire, countless confused and fragrant pictures were shaking in the void, making his **** organs harder.

He saw his little nightingale, and they flattened their leather chairs and were **** in the back seat. The little nightingale was naked, and shuddered and shuddered and rode on his waist rod. The hole in his hips held him very tight. His thin and white body was like a ship in the deep sea, and his sails were shaking. , Left and right, may overturn at any time.

The car was full of groaning sounds, suddenly far and near, tense as a bow, while soft as cotton, enchanted around his ears, catching his heart ups and downs.

The tip of his tongue was wet, his lips were dry, and a red mole on his chest, like rosy blood, tempted him to kiss.

During the fierce movement, the crooked tip of the little nightingale trembled, and a drop of hot sweat came, which happened to fall on his lips. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, and the sweet taste was soothing to the heart. Suddenly his desire broke out, he couldn't control himself at all, reached over his neck and opened his mouth to bite it down.