Is this a mermaid?

"Well, there are only two of us left now." Werther gently blew on Mingo's fin, and even licked and licked Mingo's fin in his mouth.

Mingo raised his tail to show Werther himself, "Be honest with me,"

"There's no way to be honest." Werther sighed, "After two months, the one in the stomach will start to grow a shell, and I can't even move you."

"Why can't you move?" Mingo said gloatingly, "You can still move my little finger."

Werther kissed Mingo's neck softly, "Okay, let's try how to move the little finger now, shall we?"

Holding Mingo's hand, he slowly stuffed it between their bodies, until Mingo touched the hot mass of his lower body.

"You're enough." Mingo couldn't help but push Werther, "You were like this when the child was here before, if you were found out, I don't think you have any prestige in front of those four babies! "

Werther whimpered and said, "Didn't the foodie see it? Why do you think he suddenly took the boss out to play?"

"You you..." Mingo's face turned tomato red, and he didn't say anything after talking for a long time.

Werther turned over hard and pressed Mingo under him.

Mingo growled anxiously: "It's daytime!"

"It's only during the day that it's easy to do things." Werther said with a serious face.

Mingo was depressed, since he and Werther were together, he found that Werther's face was getting thicker and thicker.

"Anyway, I don't want to." Mingo turned his head away, "I still want to take care of the child."

Werther completely ignored Mingo's protest, buried his head and exchanged a deep kiss before saying disapprovingly: "Don't worry, I believe that foodies can take care of those three little ancestors."

"I don't worry about foodies, but I don't worry about you!" Mingo gave Werther a hard look, "I don't want Yake to think that I have been hiding in the house and crying for two whole days."

While continuing Mingo's clothes, Werther said ambiguously: "Then cry for three days, and see if you can change Lord Yake's ridicule into sympathy."

Birds and beasts!

Mingo was speechless, he could only roll his eyes, and said to Werther, "Go down, don't force me to turn against you."

Looking at the perfect body below him like a work of art with satisfaction, Werther quickly unbuttoned his clothes.

Crumpled black military uniforms were thrown over the bed with sturdy leather belts.

Werther kissed Mingo on the side of his face, and looked at Mingo with an innocent expression that Mingo was familiar with: "Don't turn against me, I'm afraid."

Mingo's stomach acid was so disgusting, he said that he didn't remember his habit of making mistakes and pretending to be pitiful when he was a child. The children of emotion are all inherited from Werther!

As expected, they look alike, even their personalities are so similar.

It's a pity that I didn't see through Werther's true colors before.

Mingo is heartbroken, Werther, don't you call yourself a cold-faced iceberg?

Will it suddenly become like this!

A group of mythical beasts were still running in Mingo's mind, Werther had already dropped a series of wet kisses on Mingo's skin along the way, and finally came to a special fish scale.

Sensitive places were touched, and Mingo reacted with a jolt.

He glanced at Werther with ill intentions, his sturdy body was the color of honey, his dark hair fell finely on his golden tail, and Werther's red tongue licked lightly once and for all, bringing a burst of pain. A burst of crisp, numb feeling.

It is indeed comfortable, however.

Mingo looked at Werther, don't you have a good lick?I make you lick better.

The blue light was shining, and the scenery under the tongue became the same as himself.

The two white legs are thin and long, and there is a wet object slightly raised in the golden grass.

Werther raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Mingo's face with a bad smile.

"Lick, lick." Mingo said arrogantly.

Werther held the little thing that was obviously a circle smaller than himself and had an immature color, and gently kissed the top.

Mingo was stunned for a moment, the feeling of stimulating that place was different from before. If the previous feeling was like a small river, it was no different from a surging river.

Reason seemed to be blurred at this moment, Mingo swallowed with difficulty, and the ups and downs of the cute little Adam's apple immediately made Werther's eyes darker.

Swallowing the little guy into his mouth in one gulp, Mingo's body tensed suddenly and he hummed in a muffled voice.

Swallowing and spitting carefully, the hand still moved the two delicate balls below from time to time.

Lifting his head slightly, Werther looked up at Mingo and asked vaguely, "Are you comfortable?"

Groaning and groaning and choking in the air, Mingo's eye sockets were stained with a faint red, and his blue eyes were no longer clear.

Mingo shrugged his hips forward, wanting to return to that warm and moist place, and that flexible fleshy tongue.

Te gave a low laugh, buried his head deeply, and took the object deep into his throat.

Mingo put his hands on Werther's shoulders, and leaned back suddenly with the strong feeling of tightness: "Hmm."

Mingo tightly closed his eyes to feel this rare touch, floating like in the clouds.

Werther sucked lightly and vigorously, and as Mingo moved unconsciously, the eyelashes even touched Mingo's soft belly.

Suddenly, Mingo sped up the rhythm of his movements, Werther's eyes rolled around inexplicably, and the time came.

At the critical moment, Werther got up, and even had the leisure to peck Mingo's lips.

Ge looked at Werther aggrievedly, and tears of unknown meaning dripped down the corners of his eyes.

Werther didn't continue Mingo's desired behavior, and even fiddled with the top of the thing viciously, and finally grabbed the bottom one without hesitation.

"Let go!" Mingo slapped Werther's hand vigorously, but the vitals were pinched, and he was not so clear-headed, so Mingo could not use too much strength.

The strength of such slapping, Werther can even be understood as flirting.

"It's really a very bad behavior to turn your face suddenly." While Mingo was impatiently swaying and twisting his body on the bed, Werther began to reason with a serious face.

Even if his mind is not clear, at this moment Mingo wants to slap Werther, a shameless guy, to death.

It's a pity that Mingo didn't have a tail at this time, so he could only kick his legs weakly in the air, fully displaying a delicate little flower in front of Werther.

Werther couldn't help but lowered his body and licked the budding flower. Mingo was shocked by the stimulation, and clamped Werther's head with his legs.

Werther paused, and then used his flexible tongue to explore the buds.

"Well, let me go." Mingo fan's voice from the ground rang in Werther's ear.

Mingo's body was incredibly soft, he put his upper body on Werther's head and rubbed it flatteringly, if it wasn't for Werther's obstruction, he could even touch his own!

Werther pushed Mingo up with his other free hand and they lay down together on the bed.

Pressing on Mingo's body, the face that was usually deliberately cold to hide his emotions showed at this moment the expression of a cat that stole fish.

"It's bad to turn your face, remember?" Werther asked threateningly.

Mingo nodded obediently, and even took the initiative to kiss Werther gently on the face, and from time to time obediently rubbed his face against Werther.

Werther obviously found that his endurance had become lower, and he was about to bear it no longer.

Werther asked viciously, "Will you still do this in the future?"

Mingo nodded.

Werther suddenly found that it was not so difficult to hold back some of his feelings.

"You still want to do this?" Werther increased the strength in his hand with a serious face.

Mingo blinked in confusion, the feeling from his body was obviously not that good.

Mingo started to shake his head violently, and couldn't help shouting in a sweet voice: "No, let me go."

The sound was waxy and soft, as if someone was scratching Werther's heart with a feather.

"Damn it." Werther snorted, and kissed Mingo's lips for the last time, then let go, and passed Mingo's armpit with his hands to lift him up.

It happened to be facing the mighty object that was ready to go.

"I can't get out." Mingo cried out in a crying voice. This incident really made Mingo's sanity collapse even more. He stretched out his hand and kept groping, but his extreme desire was not satisfied.

Mingo couldn't help stretching out his hand and pressing Werther's head down.

"Good boy, it'll be fine soon." Werther bowed his head obediently, stuck out his tongue, and flexibly circled on the top hole, holding the swollen object completely with one hand, from loose to tight, from slow to fast Kneading, after a while, Mingo excitedly raised his hips and wanted to enter Werther's mouth.

Werther swallowed Mingo generously, deep down his throat.

"Wu Ge yelled sweetly and supported Werther's shoulders and shrugged a few times.

Suddenly, a feeling that was obviously very intense but only made people feel erratic fell on Mingo's body.

It was as if something had left him.

Mingo suddenly fell on the bed without any strength, and his body sank heavily.

Werther raised his head, swallowed the viscous, thick, liquid, and liquid with a little smell in his mouth, and casually wiped some of the milky white splashed on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Seeing the liquid in stark contrast to his skin, Werther snorted and brought his hand to Mingo's mouth.

"Try it," Werther said.

Mingo's eyes moved in a daze.

"It's delicious." Werther said abductingly.

Mingo obediently stuck out his tongue, licked and licked the back of Werther's hand continuously, and swept all the liquid into his mouth.

Werther squinted his eyes and approached Mingo's ear with a smile and asked, "Is it delicious? This is your own taste."

Mingo nodded unconsciously.

Werther smiled happily.

Get up and look at the beautiful scenery in front of you.

The whole body of the snow-white and slender person was pink, and the sweat was densely distributed. The little red bean on the chest, which was obviously not taken care of, stood firm and hard, the chest was constantly rising and falling, and occasionally swallowed body fluid , driving the adam's apple to vibrate.

The blond hair is scattered on the bed, the blue eyes are full of love, the small nose is flapping, and the small mouth, which is more beautiful than the most beautiful rose, is slightly opened and closed, which seems to be seductive.

And the little guy who had just vented and vented was lying softly in the golden grass, as powerless as Mingo himself.

There is a feeling that the lower body is about to explode, and I can't help it.

Werther thought, well, Mingo has enjoyed it before, and now it's time for him to have a big meal.

Witt nodded, you don't have to be polite at this time!