Chapter 192:

He An bowed his body suddenly.
Deep in the abdomen is like being hit by an electric current, the intestinal points twitched, and they were desperately tightened, and the cervical glands released a thick and thick lily of the valley-Omega exhausted everything and wanted to stay Semen under Alpha.
This is a breeding instinct, and no matter how powerful Alpha can't resist it.
Zheng Feiyan was panting heavily. He held He An's buttocks, raised it, and struggling deep into the shame hole, his roots and sac tightly pressed against the hole, the stem quickly expanded into a knot, stuck the reproductive cavity, and then thickened the white The was shot into the intestine.
Suddenly, He An's yelling was silenced.
He lay on his back with his eyes slightly open, lost in tears, and swept across his limbs by a terrible orgasm. I don't know how long in the past, this endless climax finally slowly receded, He An loosed his last trace of consciousness, fell into a tired sleepiness, his belly was white, and only his limbs were slightly twitching.
And on his bare left shoulder, there was a clear row of tooth marks.
Zheng Fei was bitten.
He An's gonad had not healed, and his flesh was tender. Zheng Feiyu almost exhausted his endurance in this life before suppressing the urge to mark, only biting on his left shoulder.
A lot of sweat dripped along the horns to the lower jaw.
Zheng Feiyu gradually breathed his breath. He looked at the sleeping bank under him, couldn't help but lean close to the side of his neck, smelled the lily of the valley, and gently sucked a kiss there.
Chapter Eighty
This night, they were hard to separate, and lingering lingering until dawn.
It's about the thirst of estrus on the first night of estrus, and it's about the reason of not being marked. Obviously exhausted, he would fall asleep as soon as he covered his eyelashes, and still murmured and begged after half asleep, begging Zheng Feiyu to stay in him and stuff him full.
Zheng Feiyong spoiled him, really hard all night.
Bedside, footbed, sofa, carpet, cloakroom ... Everywhere in the bedroom they changed their poses, and every skin on He An's whole body was kissed by Zheng Feiyan, especially the two tips— —Light brown, stand up with a little flick, areola stained with a thin powder, flat chest, and extra soft, palms squeezed into a small hill.
Zheng Feiyu likes it very much.
"You used it to feed Lily of the Valley, haven't you?" Zheng Feiyu gave him a sigh of relief, warm and warm, and it was very itchy.
He An shyly refused to answer, his cheeks turned red.
"Isn't it?" Zheng Feiyu asked closely.
He An had no choice but to look away, Gu Gu said: "Someone else's house ... someone else's Omega also feeds ..."
Zheng Feiyi refused to let go: "I don't care about other people's homes, I only care about you."
"... who wants you to care about this."
He An took his elbow and cocked Zheng Fei in a bang.
Zheng Fei laughed, covered the warm with the areola, licked, sucked, bite, and made it bright and swollen, turning into a hard cooked bean. He An's chest was very itchy, and the sexual organ just shot shortly violated the owner's will, and then tilted up resolutely to resist Zheng Fei's lower abdomen.
Zheng Feiyu was so happy that he didn't ask for the answer. He just said, "You will feed the baby later, and I will have to watch by."
He An bit his lip and said, "Then ... you are only allowed to look, not to do anything else."
"Others? What else can you do?" Zheng Feiyu grabbed the handle and teased him deliberately. "Anshui, I haven't breastfed, I don't know much, just talk about it."
"..."
"Tell me about it."
He An stared at him, watching him look like he was lying on his chest and making fun of it, but he should be embarrassed, but didn't know why he laughed, and whispered, "Pretend to be stupid."
Zheng Feiyu could not help but pecked a few mouthfuls of nipples, then grabbed the quilt, and covered himself with He An in the dark.
Feelings are natural, and there is no shame in bed.
He An had tasted the sweetness of making love this night, like a young boy who had been dipping into wine, drunk quickly. When the sky was twilight, he lay on the soft cushion of the bay window, his back was against the glass, and his legs were open to support Zheng Fei's shoulders. Turn out a circle of bright red meat.
It was freezing cold outside, and it was snowing again. Zheng Feiyu was afraid that he would catch cold, and wanted to hold him back to the quilt. He An didn't agree, he had to stay at the window to appreciate the snow.
"It's so romantic ..." he murmured softly. "You need to be in the estrus, be romantic ... you can't do it alone, you can't do it alone ..."