Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 219 Eat Meat in a Big Mouth

The panting sounds in the room became lower, Dotole's breathing became faster, his fingers inserted into Cheng Yan's hair, and his voice became hoarse.

"enough."

Cheng Yan's eyes were bright, he wiped his mouth and looked up, his tone sincere.

"Zanzan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Dotore's chest rose and fell noticeably, and his well-defined abdominal muscles were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

His Adam's apple rolled and Dotore closed his eyes, as if savoring the thrilling pleasure he had just felt.

The color of Cheng Yan's lips became darker and redder, and swollen.

At this moment, her thin lips with beautiful curves curled slightly as she looked at Dotore, whose breathing was getting heavier.

"Zanzan, you haven't answered me yet."

Cheng Yan leaned forward with his eyes curved, and was about to kiss Dotole's lips.

Dotore tilted his head sharply, "Don't kiss me now!"

Cheng Yan was unhappy and rode on him and shook him.

"Thank you for looking down on me. I've already drunk it, but I don't..."

His mouth was covered so tightly that Cheng Yan felt there were red marks on his face.

Dottore's face was filled with unconcealed excitement, and his body was shaking slightly.

He gritted his teeth and said to Cheng Yan, "If you dare to say it, I will break your legs."

Cheng Yan became even more unhappy, his mouth pouted, and he licked his lips in front of Dotore.

He unceremoniously reached his hand into Dotore's clothes and touched his abdominal muscles which felt great. Then Cheng Yan looked at Dotore and spoke.

"Okay, then don't tell me. Zanzan, you are too sensitive. There will be many more things like this in the future. You have to get used to it."

Dotole was surprised by Cheng Yan's calm tone, as if they were discussing what to eat tonight. Regardless of the lingering pleasure in his body, he raised his hand and pinched Cheng Yan's cheek.

"You are so skilled, must you have done this many times?"

Cheng Yan rubbed the back of his hand soothingly, "Zan Zan, don't think too much. I'm a pure boy with rich theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience."

Dotore was speechless, and his hands changed from pinching to pulling.

"Let me see how thick-skinned you are."

Cheng Yan didn't blush at all, he opened his arms and hugged the person under him tightly.

"I am only thick-skinned in front of Zanzan because I like Zanzan, so I have to say all the nice things to Zanzan."

Dotore was very familiar with this. Whenever Cheng Yan did something wrong or was asked about something wrong, he would say sweet words to change the subject.

A feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart. Cheng Yan must have said these words in front of other people.

Hundreds of years have passed, and I have missed him by hundreds of years.

The discomfort he had just felt about such intimacy was swept away, and Dotole reached out and touched Cheng Yan's lower back.

Slide down along the lower back and touch the firm and fleshy part.

Dottore paused.

There is no flesh on the body, it turns out it's all here.

Cheng Yan put his hands on Dotole's chest, feeling the kneading of his hands, and his face turned red.

His fingers drew suggestive circles on Dotore's chest, "Zanzan, why are you so proactive all of a sudden?"

Dotole's eyes darkened, he leaned over and gently bit Cheng Yan's lips, then turned his body to the side, immediately switched positions with Cheng Yan, and pressed him down on the bed.

There was no shyness on Cheng Yan's face, instead he looked excited.

The slender fingers slid across Dotore's cheek and touched the corner of his bright red lips.

Dotole opened his mouth and bit Cheng Yan's fingertip neither lightly nor hard.

The smile on Cheng Yan's face became more obvious, his rosy lips slightly parted, and his tone rose when he spoke, as if with a hook.

"Zan Zan, you can do whatever you want to me."

When Dotore heard Cheng Yan's words as if he was offering himself, his body stiffened for a moment, then he buried his head firmly and opened his mouth to bite Cheng Yan's neck.

Cheng Yan felt a little pain, but did not resist. Instead, he raised his legs and clamped Dotole's waist, and held him tighter with his hands.

Cheng Yan's clothes had been torn apart, revealing his body covered with thin muscles.

Just as Dotorre...

"Snack Buckle"

"Dotore! What do you think of Xiaojiu? How can you let him run out alone? What if he gets lost?"