milk addicts

This thank you made Song Naimu stunned for a long time.

The stabbing pain in his chest brought him back to his senses, and he snorted unconsciously.

Without breastfeeding, my breasts began to swell and hurt again.Feeling the moisture of the skin, Song Nai was a little anxious, but the man seemed to be holding on to him, and he didn't intend to let go at all.

Ji Shen was addicted to smoking, when the milk-scented pillow in his arms suddenly spoke weakly, "Mr. Ji, if you don't eat it, the noodles will be lumpy..."

The little milk rabbit's patience was about to run out, Ji Shen reluctantly let go of him, Song Nai immediately jumped up and hid aside.

"Mr. Ji, I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Nai rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, took off his clothes, held the hard and painful breast, and squeezed it out of breath, squeezing out the milk that had accumulated overnight.

Back downstairs, the man had eaten and was drinking milk.

"It's a bit salty," Mr. Ji raised his eyes and said to him, "it's not bad."

Song Nai looked at the empty noodle bowl with surprise in his eyes, and two cute dimples appeared on his face.

The man put down the glass, passed him without even turning his eyes, and said, "Come to my room and give me a shoulder squeeze."

When Song Nai cleaned up the dishes, he felt as anxious as a chicken pecking at rice.

Didn't Mr. Ji say that he doesn't like physical contact with others? Why did he suddenly change his sex today, wanting to hug for a while, and squeeze his shoulders for a while...

Ji Shen left the door for him, and Song Nai just opened it, and saw his male master taking off his clothes, showing his beautiful body that he had exercised all the year round to the little nanny without any scruples.

"Should I be wearing clothes?"

Ji Shen shook the home clothes in his hands.

"Ah, you wear it..."

Song Nai turned his head awkwardly, hearing the rustling sound of dressing, but couldn't help but sneak a glance, lingering on the beautiful abdominal muscles.

"Go and wash your hands first."

The tall body is lying on the bed, and the home clothes fit the well-developed back muscles, full of the aggressiveness of male hormones.

Song Nai washed his hands clean, walked to the bed, tentatively touched the other person's back, the muscles under his hands shrank suddenly as if alive, Song Nai seemed to be bitten by a snake, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"itch."

Ji Shen frowned and said.

Song Nai regained his composure, put the heels of his palms on the man's back shoulders again, recalled the moves he saw in the massage shop, and rubbed them.

The muscles are hard, and the palm is pressed up, as if pressing a stone.

In fact, Song Nai works as a handyman in a massage shop, and no technician has taught him seriously.

He pressed it guiltily for a while, Mr. Ji said he didn't feel it, Song Nai had no choice but to try his best, his hands were red, Mr. Ji was still dissatisfied.

"Come up and ride on my waist."

The man's thick eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow in the sun, and the light and shadow cut out the chiseled face. The golden pupil turned around and ordered lightly.

Mr. Ji's bed is a taboo, one of the most untouchable places in this villa.

Song Nai usually only enters his room to deliver milk, and Mr. Ji doesn't let him clean this room, let alone go to bed.

"hurry up."

"Good, good."

Mr. Ji is his master, and he cannot violate his master's orders.

Song Nai threw off the slippers and climbed onto the bed bravely.

Although the man told him to sit on his waist, Song Nai still didn't dare. He spread his legs apart, clamped the man's thin leopard body, and continued to massage.

This posture is really easier to use force, and Song Nai's face burned even more when he touched Mr. Ji's body.I'm glad in my heart, fortunately, Mr. Ji can't see...