The sudden movement made him let out a short gasp, and his shoulders and back leaned heavily against the back of the sofa. He was pressed tightly into the narrow space between the back and the armrest.
Like a sudden rainstorm in summer, Ian Dong K!ssed him fiercely and plundered him without mercy. It felt like encountering a wolf with dark green eyes on the grassland late at night, whose sharp claws and teeth could tear his neck effortlessly.
Perhaps he should be a little scared, but during the plunder he felt a persistent demand coming from Ian Dong's right hand that was tightly grasping his shoulder.
Does the male god also have such a moment of loss of composure?
He reached out and hugged Ian Dong back, smoothing his fur like stroking a pointer, and then responded to him with very light force in the K!ss.
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