Atlas Battle Song

Something must be broken in the brain.

"Let me serve the young master tonight." Trand came out of the bathtub.Yi Gemo followed silently, like a kitten attached to someone.

He habitually stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Trander's sleeve, touched it twice, and suddenly realized that the silly lion was naked now, so he could only withdraw his hand in embarrassment.But he didn't have any clothes on himself, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.

"..."

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart." Trander smiled and hugged the young master.Clearly, something had to go on in bed.

"Wait, take that too."

Egg reached for the stuffed lion cub sitting on the table.

Trendra held Egg's hand: "Let the children sleep here tonight, some things are not suitable for them to see."

"All right……"

The boy lowered his head timidly, and tentatively leaned his head against his lover's chest.Heartbeat is too fast.

Trand carried Egg up to the second floor and threw him on the bed.

This action was very rude, the young master climbed up to protest, but Trand straddled up abruptly, clamping the young master's slender wrist from top to bottom.

Panting heavily, he looked down at his prey...

Behold, this handsome noble boy on the bed, his master, the son of an earl once surrounded by knights and golden lilies.

Gems, perfect portraits, silver blades, cold boys.

Trand stroked Egg's cheek.This proud boy had been all he wanted, and still was.But things have changed slightly.The snow-like boy was nailed to the snow-white bed sheet like a stuffed butterfly.

The young master's naked body was under his body, being ridden by him and forcibly inspected.He can pick as long as he wants.

Who doesn't like such a proud young master?

Liked him, bullied him, made him cry, messed up his body so that the teenager couldn't close his legs, and the pussy cum flowed out of his slightly opened pussy.Then reinsert the cock and ride him from behind again.Grabbed that beautiful black hair and shot his cum all over it, inside Master Egg, making him shudder to inseminate.

Let him cry and beg.

At that moment, Trander suddenly remembered the first night he had imagined countless times.Where are those tender and sacred imaginations gone?What is he fantasizing about now?

Sadism, sexuality and possessiveness.

That's it.

Until this moment, he finally tasted the honey of sin.

Trand looked down and saw his abs tense and his penis raised high against Master Egg's panting chest.Damp with sweat.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to."

He smiled, and viciously poked the young master's erect pink nipples with his genitals.This made Egg whine involuntarily, and his raised Adam's apple trembled up and down, like a lamb being slaughtered.Nipples so sensitive?What a funny reaction.Trander was even more impolite, holding the penis, and gently patted the two small nipples on the young master's chest.

"Look, I'm doing this to you."

A more bawdy sentence came to mind, but Trand didn't say it.

"Huh..."

Master Egg was panting more and more, his eye circles were wet and red, and he was staring blankly at the cock that was poking at his chest... the olive one, the one from Trand, with a strong smell of lust .Fluid seeped from the tip of the penis and dripped onto his chest. The silver thread stretched and slowly broke, and then a new drop appeared.

This shouldn't be semen, right?Egg wasn't sure.

"Is this semen?"

The boy couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently stroking the penis, observing the silver thread drawn by the mucus between his fingers.

He wants and is afraid.

"Not yet, I'll give it to you in a while."

Trander brought olive oil, poured some on his penis and began to feed his waist, taking his time to fuck the young master's hand.

Grumbling, greasy, stirring back and forth.

The tip of the cock kept protruding from the teenager's folded hands, thrusting and thrusting, making more obscene noises.The shaking egg sac and pubic hair kept hitting the heels of his palms, making the sound of water dripping.

It feels weird.

Faintly, the teenagers felt that this kind of thing should not be done.But their mouths were thirsty, they wanted to kiss, to swallow the sweet, juicy fruit.

"Do you think I've done this to you before?" Trand slowed down.

"what's up?"

Egg swallowed.

"Sometimes you fall asleep and I keep thinking about the sex scene with you..."

Trand hunched forward, his cock nearly poking into Egg's mouth.He smiled and showed his sexual desire to the young master grandly.Fingers and bodily fluids made a loud water sound.Grumble.In the young master's innocent gray-blue pupils, his masturbating posture was reflected.Obscene, but also like a confession full of love.

"I know."

The boy thought for a moment, opened his mouth and gently held the penis in his mouth.Doing this for the first time.

Virgin, soggy paradise.

Trander gasped, he felt the young master's soft tongue gently licking his cock.what are they doingViolating his little master.There is no doubt that he is here, inserting the young master's mouth.

"what……"

Trent couldn't help pumping a few times, and suddenly found that Master Egg was watching him secretly, and he was still trying to accept his penis in his mouth.The cheeks are bulging, poked and used as sex organs.

giving him blowjob.

It's immoral.

Trander suddenly blamed himself a little. He obviously planned to serve the young master well first, but when he got on the bed... it seemed that he was raping this beautiful boy and forcibly venting his desire.

"Wait, I'm going to get you first."

Resisting the urge, he pulled the penis out of Egg's mouth, drawing out a lot of saliva... Egg coughed dryly a few times, panting to wipe off the residual fluid at the corner of his mouth.Trander's heart softened immediately, and he blamed himself even more.The young master had never shown such a distressed expression before.

Egg kept coughing dryly: "Cough cough, cough."

"Sorry, I should be more gentle..." Trander kissed Egg, as if coaxing a wronged child, "Come on, let's change the way. Kiss."

The teenagers lay sideways on the soft bed together, skin to skin, and their slender legs crossed together.

This time, Trand was really gentle.He kissed Egg, from lips to chest.He licked that tiny nipple.Egg suddenly became frightened, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his body became stiff all of a sudden.

"No!"

"what happened?"

Trander stopped quickly, thinking that the young master was unwilling.

The two boys sat up in bed, gasping for a moment.

"What's the matter? Did I make you unhappy? If you hate it, let's not do it, okay?"

Trand covered Egg with a thin blanket and patted the young master on the back.

Egg fell silent.

Trander was a little worried, so he went downstairs to fetch the puppet lion and let the young master hold it in his arms.He kissed Egg's forehead again and again: "Okay, okay, let's go to sleep, I'm going to bed today."

Holding the lion puppet, the corners of Egg's eyes were a little wet, and he shook his head: "I hate being licked there."

"Where? Nipples?"

The young master nodded.

"Well, we won't do this kind of thing in the future, don't be afraid baby." Trander took Egg into his arms and comforted him with a sigh.

"No..." Egg snorted under his breath. "Like... having sex with Trand."

Trander swallowed, thinking about what to do next.Egg posted it on his own initiative, still gently pecking at Trent's lips, like a bird.

His heart was about to stop, and Trand gasped.

Obviously he was asking for a kiss in such a pure way, but the young master put his hand on Trand's crotch, teasing the client's desire like a skilled prostitute.The semi-soft penis was suddenly lifted up hard again, rubbing against the inner thigh of the young master.

"Damn it, where did you learn these obscene tricks?" Not to be outdone, Trander straightened his waist and rubbed the young master's penis, "Do you still want to continue?"

"Dear..."

Egg bowed his head, his ears were as red as ripe fruit.

"it is good."

Just as they were about to continue, the teenagers suddenly realized that the puppet lion was still sandwiched between them, and the cloth was still wet with a little semen, probably accidentally rubbed on it just now.

"Ahhh!"

Trand suddenly jumped up in embarrassment.It seemed that he was secretly making out with his lover, but was discovered by someone.

Egg hugged the puppet tightly and covered his chest:

"Hey, it's just a toy, why is the silly lion so shy?"

"Then we can't let it watch it!" Trander argued clumsily, "We are... In short, we can't let anyone watch it, not even the puppet lion! And it's still a child, so it can't watch adults' business."

"But everyone has seen it." Egg pointed to the head of the bed.

When Trander looked over, he realized that there was a row of puppet animals beside their bed, all of which he sewed by himself.He was so excited just now that he didn't realize it at all.

"Wow!!!"

The little lion screamed, and immediately ran to carry all the puppet animals downstairs, let them sleep neatly on the table, and covered them with quilts.He breathed a sigh of relief, but the guilt surged in his heart again.Last night, he and Master Egg played with puppets before going to bed, and tonight the two rolled naked on the bed...

Trand sat in the living room and drank a glass of wine, calm and calm.

"Don't get out of control...Young master is not in good health right now, so you shouldn't go too far... A real man should hold back!"

He took a few deep breaths and returned to the bedroom.

"Thirsty? I'll pour you wine."

Egg ignored him, covering his head with the blanket.

"Why are you angry?"

"Trand is a fool!"

Egg flung the blanket back, yelled insults at him, and flung himself back under the blanket.

"Eh?"

Trander ran over, hugged the young master across the blanket, kissed and kissed him, and coaxed him: "Are you angry, why?"

"fraud!"

"Cheat... ah!"

Trent remembered that he hadn't really served Master Egg tonight.The making out is always interrupted inexplicably, and they haven't even ejaculated yet.His lower body was so hard that it swelled, thinking about it this way, Trander felt uncomfortable all over.

The room still smelled of sweat and sex, the fire was crackling, and every slight sound could be heard clearly.

He heard faint sobbing, panting... and the vague sound of water stains.

With a stern expression, Trander forcibly pulled off the blanket covering the bed——

"Ugh..."

The sound of wet water, the smell of semen, he saw the young master curled up, with his legs tightly clamped together, imitating what he just did, stroking his genitals, masturbating out of purpose.

Looked like I was going to cry.

what.

There must be something broken in the brain.

Trender paused, and then showed a nasty smile: "Please, I'll ride you."