pick up cats

Because the two were too close together, Tong Ming's exposed skin was too hot, Song Limian, as a normal man, had a reaction that was normal.

Song Limian was busy caring about Tong Ming's body, but he didn't notice this in time. If Tong Ming hadn't reminded him bluntly and hesitantly, the feeling should have subsided automatically at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Tong Ming happened to seize the opportunity, and threw the flame into the firewood pile impartially.

The rooster crowing of the biological clock can be heard in the distance, the shadows of trees outside the tent, and the wind chasing the grass, eliciting rustling conversations.

The tranquility that belongs to nature surrounds them, making this corner of the world more noisy, the heartbeat vibrates the eardrum, and the skin of the arms rubs softly.

Tong Ming didn't understand what was against him, so he was instinctively afraid, and curious at the same time.

And Song Limian has never been stingy in satisfying the other party's curiosity.

Wei Liang flicked a series of tremors with his fingertips, he didn't let Tong Ming reach out to touch him, but lifted the hem of Tong Ming's clothes, and stroked his soft waist for a long time.

Tong Ming's body was covered with sensitive zones, and it was itchy and soft to dodge, Song Limian bit his ear and asked, "Don't you understand?"

Tong Ming gasped and said, "Yes."

As if to reward his frankness, Song Limian smiled lowly, moved forward with ignited teasing, and asked him again if he knew what it was.

Because Tong Ming was ignorant, his senses were dull.

However, when Song Limian moved around while kissing his ear, Tong Ming vaguely guessed that every inch of his skin was hot, not much better than Song Limian.

After a long time, the clever kitten understood what had just contradicted him.

His cheeks were blushing inexplicably, and the pleasure was so delicate that it was maddening. He didn't really understand it. After all, in the cat's cognition, it was not something worth enjoying.

When he was wandering outside, he heard the female cats screaming in pain, and saw the pain they wanted to escape but couldn't escape. Tong Ming didn't like this expression and always hid far away.

He heard other cats mention by chance that although it was embarrassing to be dragged to be neutered, and he had to lose his temper to vent his anger, the quality of life did improve a lot after losing a certain part of his body.

Tong Ming could not remember the experience of being sterilized. According to his later recollection, it should have happened not long after he was sent to the pet shop, but before he met Song Limian.

During that time, it was sluggish due to a certain experience, and it didn’t have much desire to survive. It was anesthetized in a pet shop, and it slept for a long time. After waking up, it only looked down a few times, and didn’t even bother to lose its temper .

It is said that only humans and dolphins are the strangest in the world, and they are inexplicably keen on this kind of thing, Tong Ming still can't understand.

Until now, Song Limian grabbed and stroked him a few times, and when his eyes were covered with mist, he suddenly understood a little.

Song Limian seemed to think of the same thing as him.

The breathing that reached the ear veins suddenly stagnated, Song Limian moved his fingertips, pinched here and touched there.

Tong Ming felt a little pain, but this kind of pain was different from usual, it was a delicate pain that could make one's bones go limp and unable to resist.

Song Limian hugged him tightly from behind, Tong Ming couldn't break free, curled up and whispered: "Don't..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll just check." After Song Limian coaxed him, he let go as he said. He rubbed the back of his neck with the tip of his nose, and took a bite of the fruit-flavored shower gel.

Song Limian said to himself, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "...Fortunately, the things are still there."

After the other party let go, Tong Ming was not so nervous, but his heart suddenly filled with emptiness, he tried to ignore this strange feeling, and escaped in his heart.

The underpants became sticky and smothered his skin uncomfortably. Tong Ming wanted to tear off all the fabric, but a strong sense of crisis stopped him.

In the end, he just moved his hips, avoiding the sweat-soaked area under his body.

Song Limian was like a source of scalding heat, with one hand catching it from behind, not tightly, but very hard.

Tong Ming wanted to escape this sweaty embrace, but Song Limian, who was infected with skin hunger/thirst, would not let him do so. The more Tong Ming struggled, the tighter his embrace became.

Tong Ming's chest heaved and he helplessly covered his eyes with his arms, and reminded hoarsely, "...it's almost dawn."

"En." Song Limian responded lazily in a low voice, but ignored Tong Ming's hint, and said instead, "We must hurry up."

He suddenly turned over, pressed Tong Ming under his body, then pulled away Tong Ming's right arm that was covering his eyes, bent his knees and stuck it on the sides of Tong Ming's body, and had a panoramic view of the other's confused expression.

Tong Ming was like a dying fish soaked in a red wine glass, unable to close his lips at all, he closed his eyes in embarrassment, and the blush on his cheeks became more and more clear.

"Tong Ming?" Song Limian pecked his forehead affectionately, kissed his upper eyelids, licked the corners of his lips, and coaxed him to open his eyes.

Tong Ming swore to die, but in the next second, Song Limian changed to a new way of flirting. Tong Ming never thought that his sensitive zone was so dense and rich that his whole body became hot.

He hadn't tasted this kind of taste before, before long, he was panting like a cat meowing.

Song Limian continued his efforts, Tong Ming held back a few times shyly, but couldn't bear it for ten seconds, this state repeated several times, it seemed that Tong Ming's resistance was extremely futile.

Song Limian's expression became more and more playful, he seemed to be very interested in Tong Ming's uncontrollable state, and even added a smile when he called the other party's name.

"...you don't need to bear it." Song Limian licked his tightly biting thin lips, swallowed his helpless panting, and bewitched, "Tong Ming, this is not shameful."

I don't know if Tong Ming listened to it, or if he really endured it to the limit. In the following time, the trembling screams that came out of his throat were unrestrained, and there was nothing to hide.

Song Limian restrained his breathing, lightly bit Tong Mingshui's thin lips, but did not kiss deeply, as if he was afraid of interfering with the unrestraint that the other party had finally shown.

He let the rush of provocative turbid air spray on his skin, if the time and place were not suitable, and he didn't want to move too fast and startle the little kitty, Song Limian would have turned over and killed him on the spot.

Tong Ming wants to dress neatly to protect herself.

However, wearing one piece of clothing on the body is not much better than taking it all off. The crumpled white T-shirt has been rolled up and turned up on the chest, revealing Tong Ming's white waist and carefully undulating belly.

Song Limian licked away the other party's physiological tears, stayed on the bright red mole for a long time, and then kissed along the soft jaw line to the thin neck, deliberately sucking the trembling sexy Adam's apple.

Tong Ming is going crazy.

With his neck bent and his shoulders hanging slightly in the air, he pressed the back of his head against the pillow, and subconsciously brought his fragile front neck to Song Limian's lips, chasing him for a kiss.

Song Limian smiled, and then rested the back of the opponent's neck with the palm of his hand to prevent the opponent from getting tired, and then nibbled on the thin skin responsively, sucking the sound of water stains on the Adam's apple.

He casually hooked off the large collar, and pecked lightly at his sweaty collarbone. Tong Ming was so dazzlingly white that Song Limian couldn't help but secretly leave a spot of red marks, which happened to be left on the barely covered part of the collar. Location.

As long as the clothes are not straightened slightly, the faint traces will be exposed to everyone's eyes. This kind of imagination makes Song Limian excited and ironed. The possessive desire that has never appeared before finally has an outlet.

Tong Ming has long lost his basic thinking ability, no matter whether Song Limian treats him gently or teases him maliciously, he will go limp and accept everything according to the order.

Song Limian left enough imprints, kissed along the sensitive zone to the ear, he wrapped the blood-red pinna into his lips, licked it with his mouth in his mouth, and then licked and bit for a long time.

"Hmm..." For the inexperienced Tong Ming, the endless flirting mode was too crazy, he couldn't feel comfortable anywhere.

At one moment, he felt that Song Limian had given too much, which was almost unbearable. At the same time, he felt that Song Limian hadn't given any ideas, and the most important emptiness hadn't been filled.

His voice was already hoarse, and he didn't know how to express it, so he opened his wet eyes soaked in tears, stared at Song Limian helplessly, and appealed silently.

Song Limian easily understood his silence and quickly gave him what he wanted.

Tong Ming stretched into a trembling string, and let Song Limian pluck the blood-thrilling movement. The unfamiliar notes flowed between the black and white keys. Song Limian moved gracefully, like an experienced pianist.

Of course, this can only fool Tong Ming, after all, he is just a kitten who has no experience in this matter.

Song Limian's arms were in an awkward posture, his muscles were sore, and his movement of pulling away the laces was not slow. He relied on theoretical knowledge to guide the other party to explore unknown areas.

Maybe the movement is not delicate enough, but it is very gentle.

How could Tong Ming resist Song Limian like this, just the other party's eyes that almost burned him out of the hole were enough to force him to sink.

Tong Ming began to use a tone similar to begging, saying many words of refusal, the voice was soft or hoarse, or the mosquitoes were buzzing or sharp, Song Limian pretended not to hear, and continued to experiment on the moist skin.

Song Limian's clear and distinct muscle lines were tied in his clothes, his lips were pursed restrainedly, his black eyes were as deep as ink, only the tense and protruding back muscles and shoulder blades leaked a little emotion.

——This was in stark contrast to Tong Ming, who had already turned into a puddle of water below.

Fearing that he wouldn't be able to bear it any longer, Song Limian got even worse.

The strange noises outside the tent gradually became more and more complicated, and Tong Ming realized something, so he learned to behave, and only whimpered some meaningless words in a low voice, not daring to speak presumptuously.

"Why are you so shy?" Song Limian noticed it and laughed hoarsely at him.

"...No..." Tong Ming panted and turned his head, unable to refute.

"The neck is all red." Song Limian wiped it and showed him the wet back of his hand. "It's full of sweat. Are you nervous?"

"You said—" Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Song Limian continued on his own.

He glanced down, showing an expression that was more lazy than teasing a cat with a cat teaser. He slowed down his movement, and approached amidst the sound of water stains and fabric rubbing, and asked, "—— can they hear?"

Tong Ming's lips were instantly stretched into a straight line, and he closed his eyes and began to play dead.

Song Limian seemed determined to teach the ignorant little cat himself, and when he finished provoking words, he would concentrate on practicing.

Chen Xi was about to get out of his head, and there were rustlings outside the tent. Several energetic old classmates got out of the brightly colored tent, sat in rows on the benches not far away, and talked in low voices.

Song Limian recalled that when he left last night, the others seemed to be discussing how long to get up to watch the sunrise, so he understood a lot.

He used his dexterous fingertips to tease out the lovely movements of the person in his arms, and then he was distracted thinking: Fortunately, he didn't agree to their invitation.

Otherwise, if someone calls their name outside at this time, the little kitten shivering in his arms should be terrified.

What if it casts a shadow on this wonderful sport of mankind?

He thought wildly, and after a long time, even he couldn't stand it anymore.

The sound outside the tent became more and more chaotic, maybe he had an illusion, and always felt that there was a faint sound of punching.

"I thought it would be soon." Song Limian couldn't concentrate, so he looked into Tong Ming's eyes and asked in a strange voice, "It is said that cats have a short time, is it true?"

Tong Ming is about to collapse.

He wanted to say that this might be preferential treatment after becoming a demon, although he didn't think it was something to be proud of.

——After all, the feeling of never being able to reach the top is too excruciating.

The sound of footsteps was approaching, someone was hesitating and spinning around in circles outside, the soft sound of soles rubbing against the green grass made Tong Ming extremely nervous, and this tension perfectly aroused a different kind of pleasure.

"Song Limian..." Finally, Huang Yi was reluctant, pinching his throat like a noisy parrot, "Get up! Get up! Get up——!"

With the idea of ​​breaking the jar, his voice became louder and louder.

"Still awake?" Not long after, another voice came from the outside, and Tang Mu approached in surprise, "Isn't it? How late did the two of them last night?"

"Fuck!" Huang Yi muttered, scratching his head as if irritated, "The devil knows you guys are in love. Anyway, I fell asleep right away."

This conversation was heard by the two people in the tent.

The huge sense of taboo forced people to panic and excitement. The two silently stared at each other's messy appearance. The skin was wet and sticky, and the air was filled with the smell of heather. They were both adults. No amount of camouflage would be futile. .

Forget it, it's embarrassing anyway, let's continue first.

Outside the tent, two dark human figures are getting closer, barking, and the sound of fingertips scratching the tent, foreshadowing that someone has the urge to unzip and break in——

Just considering etiquette and love of eyes, the other party is still hesitating and doesn't immediately implement the idea.

All the sense of shame turned into a solid body, and he smashed his head at Tong Ming.

He was almost out of breath, and Song Limian was not good at dealing with this kind of embarrassment. Although his face was calm, the originally gentle kneading strength was much tighter.

The callus-covered palm rubbed against the fragile skin, and Tong Ming felt a little pain because he didn't grasp the strength well, followed by a burst of delicate and frantic pleasure.

The strange feeling is surging, trying to break through his celestial spirit cover, throw him into the sky, and force his soul and body to separate.

Tong Ming's muscles were stiff, his whole body was tense, even his toes were curled up, and the muscle lines began to twitch slightly——

A dreadful, yet irresistible loss of control surrounded him.

He opened his absent-minded eyes and imitated Song Limian's facial features in his eyes that were almost out of focus, hoping to fill the huge emptiness that suddenly appeared.

Sensing his longing, Song Limian bent down tenderly and kissed him wetly.