pick up cats

Chapter 42 Extra Story 4 Aromatherapy

When the pregnancy stabilized, Tong Ming received a gift from the demon world.

The fragrance in the light pink packaging exudes a different kind of sultry energy. Recently, Tong Ming's sleep quality is not very good, and he often has to turn over in Song Limian's arms several times.

After Fang Zhou learned about it, he sent this gift, saying that it could help him sleep well.

Put the aromatherapy on the window sill and light it, and they embraced in the gentle smoke, preparing to have a good dream.

In a daze, Tong Ming felt a burst of heat, so he kicked his legs, trying to break free from his extremely hot embrace.

Song Limian grabbed his calf, which was as white as fat, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Tong Ming didn't respond, and it took a long time before he yelled hot in his sticky voice.

Song Limian's palm was originally resting on his back, so he stroked it a few times, thin sweat was flying on the trembling butterfly bone, Tong Ming buried his head in his chest shyly, and hummed softly.

In the recent summer, the weather has become hot and dry in an instant, and fireflies are jumping outside, trying their best to illuminate the night with fewer stars.

The moonlight came in through the glass, Song Limian lifted the thin quilt slightly, and only put the quilt on Tong Ming's lower abdomen, worried that the other party would catch a cold and stroked it for a while.

Tong Ming was still frowning, Song Limian lowered his head and stretched the kiss between his brows, and whispered, "What about now?"

What Tong Ming needs now is not tenderness.

He felt that the unspeakable place between his buttocks became wet, and lewd liquid oozed out, and it didn't take long to infect the crotch.

He hasn't tasted this kind of taste for a long time, it's itchy and numb inside, like bugs are biting, the more he wants to tighten, the more unbearable he will be exposed.

Song Limian probably also noticed it, after all, Tong Ming was trembling all over, and the cheek that was pressed against his slender chest was hot as fire.

After hesitating for a while, he shifted his palm, touching the sweat on his buttocks and the tide between the gaps.

Tong Ming hummed shortly, and Song Limian asked bewitchingly, "What is this?"

Tong Ming has always been ashamed to describe his feelings, but he wants to reach the top, so he has to do something.

So he turned over, his arms unconsciously entangled Song Limian's body, and his pink fingertips drew a few white marks on the other's back, agitated like a little beast that had no other choice.

Song Limian's mouth was parched from rubbing, but thinking of the fragrance on the window sill, he was slightly more worried. He patted Tong Minghan's back, ready to get up and check.

Before he could unscrew the bedside lamp in time, Tong Ming pulled him back. Although the strength was small, Song Limian was worried about hurting him, so he let himself fall back to the bed.

"Be good." Song Limian stopped Tong Ming from climbing up eagerly, protecting her bulging belly, and said helplessly, "I'll go down and have a look."

Tong Ming probably didn't understand what he said.

The moonlight reflected his lost eyes, his face as clear as a jade carving was being confused by sweat, but his eyes were ignorant and pure, like soft little hooks, not allowing Song Limian to leave half a step.

When the two looked at each other for a while, Tong Ming realized Song Limian's stubbornness, so he managed to clear his mind, struggling and muttering: "Ark will not harm me. I can probably guess what it is—"

Then he turned his face and said, "I told him a while ago that if you don't want to give it to me, the doctor has already said it's fine..."

The courtship came unexpectedly, and Song Limian's eyes darkened. After a battle between heaven and man, they were finally defeated.

Tong Ming, who was obsessed with lust, had no consciousness of pregnancy, worried that he would continue to toss, Song Limian took out a soft special rope from the bedside table, and wrapped it around the other's wrist.

After fixing his two hands to the bedposts, he didn't know what Tong Ming was thinking. The moment his two arms were lifted and separated, his legs opened naturally.

The tethered person struggled twice, but he didn't seem to be uncomfortable, so he ignored it and continued to seduce Song Limian with his bare posture.

Touching the soft lips with clean fingertips, Song Limian coaxed Tong Ming to lick it, and the other party really obediently stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, and then held his knuckles in a small mouth and let him be thrust.

The wet knuckles touched the upright dogwood again, a grain of light powder hardened on the chest, Song Limian changed his posture to hold down the opponent, leaned over to lick and bite the rolling Adam's apple, kneaded and lifted the dogwood with his fingertips.

This action can be regarded as comforting, Tong Ming raised his neck and let out a muffled groan, his left chest trembled a little noisyly.

The kiss meanders downwards, sliding all the way to the collarbone, sucking out red marks like brand marks, and the two bodies began to feel hot at the same time.

Recently, Song Limian only scribbled to fix himself in the bathroom, and the emptiness after finishing the work was incomparable to entering Tong Ming's body. Now that he had the opportunity, his penis was so hard that it hurt.

He carefully protected his raised belly, and asked hoarsely, "Really want it?"

Tong Ming gave up her embarrassment a long time ago, and nodded instinctively.

Song Limian grabbed the opponent's calf and coaxed him to step on the bed, the hidden buttocks were exposed in the moonlight.

After the knees were separated, he tilted his head and lightly bit the delicate skin between Tong Ming's legs, then moved his eyes to look at the flooded acupuncture points, and poked silently.

Tong Ming burst into sobs.

Since his pregnancy, his body structure has also changed, and the place that was not used to carry the penis is prone to itching.

He was ashamed to reveal this fact, so he never mentioned it. Now that Song Limian's cool fingertips rubbed it, he realized that he couldn't keep the secret anymore, so he simply gave up his sense of shame.

The soft hole was dissatisfied and sucked, intending to swallow the long-probing knuckles, so as to comfort the emptiness of many days-but the owner of the fingertips did not cooperate, and was still hesitating.

His thighs trembled, and his hands were bound, so he could only say pitifully, "Itches."

The little cat has always been silent on the bed except for howling, how could it be so frank?

Without paying attention, Song Limian poked all his fingers in. The lubricated tunnel was unhindered, and the inner wall was squeezed greedily. Soon he added two more fingers, thrusting and inserting at a slow and rhythmic frequency.

The squeezed juice flowed into the fingers, and the scene was a mess.

A burst of hot fire scorched Song Limian's body, and the sound of "噗嗤噗嗤" water was a different kind of aphrodisiac. He felt that his fingers were about to be soaked white.

Song Limian knelt between Tong Ming's legs, thrusting with one hand, and taking time to grab Tong Ming's back, let his upper body lift up, and leaned over to grab the cornel which lacked comfort.

Both of Tong Ming's itches were stimulated, the corners of his eyes gradually turned pink, and the extremely tense thigh muscles clamped Song Limian forcefully, moaning some meaningless words.

This posture was awkward and tiring, but Song Limian seemed to be able to handle it with ease, and asked with the sound of tsk-tsk: "Will milk flow here?"

"Hmm..." Tong Ming shook his head, maybe trying to tell him not to talk nonsense, but nothing but broken trembling sounds came out.

"Answer me, will you have milk soon?" Song Limian pestered and asked while licking and biting, "Will the baby be angry if he steals it now?"

The wet and soft lips teased the sensitive point, and in an instant, Tong Ming really felt that he was starting to secrete milk.

Something that shouldn't belong to him was squeezed in his body, trying to swell his chest and flow into his wet mouth.

Song Limian had played enough with the dogwood on both sides, so he stopped torturing Tong Ming and put Tong Ming down slowly.

Back fell back to the bed sheet, Tong Ming moved his arms subconsciously, and the rope pulled the bedpost with a "squeak".

Song Limian stroked his swollen abdomen, pulled the sparse pubic hair, and asked softly, "Will the baby feel it?"

Tong Ming couldn't do anything else, so he could only keep shaking his head.

Song Limian obviously didn't need an answer, rubbed his glistening stiff body, and continued on his own: "It seems that I haven't formally greeted the baby yet, let's do it now."

When the penis came up, the wet and round crown pierced the hole, intending to smooth out the wrinkles, Tong Ming suddenly felt a little evasive, and the hole was clamped extremely tightly.

Song Limian patted his buttocks lightly with his palm, making a wave of hips, and coaxed: "Relax. How can I get in like this?"

After dozens of seconds, Tong Ming, who was defeated by desire, tightened his toes, and slowly opened the small mouth, revealing the red flesh in the hole.

Song Limian took advantage of his unpreparedness to poke in, and the process was actually very smooth, but Tong Ming hadn't tasted such a taste for a long time, so he opened his lips and panted quickly, as if he was so happy that he was about to cry.

After all, Song Limian was worried about the other party's pregnancy, so he restrained his thrusts, but each time he penetrated deeply, feeling the softness of the acupoint flesh with slow frequency.

Tong Ming felt that he was about to be penetrated, and stared at the ceiling absently, wanting to hug something, but suffering from the restraint of his hands.

"Screaming so loudly?" Song Limian held Tong Ming's calf, his arm caught in the socket of the leg and submerged, panting and asking, "How could you bear it a while ago when you're so wet?"

Tong Ming's eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched in shame, and the panting that was almost sobbing still came out, trembling with the frequency of Song Limian's impact.

The slightly red and swollen hole firmly held Song Limian's penis, and the fragile mucous membrane in the tunnel was rubbed unbearably, and the unattended penis gradually spit out transparent liquid.

"Woo... don't..." His moan also changed from broken to sharp, and then he was crying again.

"Crying so much?" Song Limian held his pubic bone, his voice was slow and firm, "The baby will definitely be difficult to coax in the future."

He speeded up the impact frequency, and the clear fluid from the other party gradually turned white, and it leaked out one after another, staining the pubic hair and lower abdomen gray, and then slipped through the buttocks and fell to the bed sheet.

This kind of visual impact is too sensual, Tong Ming's wet eyes glanced down, and soon closed again, but Song Limian felt that this scene was really exciting, so he kept staring at it with fiery eyes.

Under the stimulation of multiple senses, he finally let out.

The hot liquid watered the thirsty soil, and the inner wall was stimulated to tighten crazily. Some liquid inevitably flowed out and stained the sheets.

Song Limian groaned, closed his eyes and wanted to stay in Tong Ming for a while longer.

But when he heard the rustling sound of Tong Ming's slight struggle, he still chose to pull it out with a "puchi", reached out to untie the rope, and then lifted Tong Ming's upper body to kiss him.

The red lips were unable to close, and the two exchanged saliva. Song Limian crushed the comforting words into water, rubbed the other's wrist and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Tong Ming eagerly intertwined her tongue, but did not speak.

After a long time, Song Limian cleaned up everything and slept together protecting Tong Ming's lower abdomen.

The flushed face faded by half, Tong Ming rustled to Song Limian's ear veins, and muttered, "It's comfortable."

Before the other party could react, a fluffy tail wrapped around it.

In the aromatherapy room, Tong Ming's tone was shy, and he asked bluntly: "It's still a little itchy... can I touch my tail this time?"