Cyril's vision was suddenly blocked by darkness.
The other party's cool palm was covering his eyes.
Cyril tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything.
In the darkness, the other senses on his body became more and more acute.
Cyril felt his shoulders sink, and Mr. Scott's high nose was pressed against his shoulder.
The other party's warm and moist breath hit the skin on the side of his neck, causing bursts of shivering.
Because the room was too quiet at night, Cyril could clearly distinguish the slight sound of breathing.
The sound seemed to be clinging to his skin, jubilant all the way up, and spread straight to his ears, dyeing the small and delicate ears a beautiful red.
Cyril was stunned by Mr. Scott's sudden action.
His hand that was hanging by his side suddenly tightened, his body stiffened for a while, and his heart was beating wildly.
Cyril felt that he was now like a taut violin that was being fiddled with with ease by the other party.
This is not right!
Brian's hand was still on Cyril's little face.
At the same time he buried his face in Cyril's shoulder.
He felt Little Rose's slender and curled eyelashes swept gently in the palm of his hand, crisp and itchy.
It was as if a small feather was trembling and scratched on the tip of his heart, and it was as if the delicate rose petals had fallen on the calm lake of the heart, causing slight ripples.
Seeing that Cyril did not resist obviously, but his body became more and more rigid.
Brian's mood suddenly became more relaxed, with a narrow smile in his eyes.
He raised his head slightly, sniffed the sweet scent of Little Rose's body after bathing, and then stood up straight.
At the same time, Brian's hand covering Cyril's eyes also slid down.
His slender fingers slowly landed on Cyril's cheek, poking in circles.
The touch of the fingertips is soft and smooth, like the soft and tender jelly that Little Rose always loves to eat.
Brian's other hand went around Cyril's back waist, accurately found his lovely waist pocket, and rubbed against it lightly.
But this still seems to be unsatisfactory, and these step-by-step measures have made his inner desire for destruction stronger and stronger.
When his vision returned, Cyril immediately took a step back.
However, the hand on his waist was not satisfied, firmly controlling him with an unshakable scorching temperature.
Cyril raised his head, only to feel that the current strange atmosphere was a little familiar...
He struggled to remember in his mind.
This feels - just like the situation I once encountered in the illusion of the wizard apprentice grading trial!
[system? ! Are you there? ! ]
Cyril frantically called the system in his mind.
At the same time, he felt that the position of the lower back was numb, as if a spark was burning.
In fact, the system heard Cyril's call, but it did not squeak, but pretended not to exist.
The bad guy's marriage is kicked by a donkey!
Understand this!
It is an indispensable responsibility and obligation of its system to let every single host have a beautiful love in the end!
The system sighed with emotion that he was dedicated and conscientious, and was still as quiet as a chicken.
Cyril didn't hear the system's reply, and was slightly stunned.
So, is this a fantasy
When did he unknowingly enter the illusion again
However, when Cyril thought that he was in an illusion now, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his body gradually relaxed.
It's just a fantasy.
Facing this "Scott" who was exactly the same as in the previous fantasy, Cyril was about to raise his knees and give him a hard blow between his legs.
However, in the next moment, the hand around his waist suddenly tightened, and Cyril was led to fall backwards, and the whole person was pressed on the soft bed.
The man on him looked down at him, his handsome face and tall body revealing a palpitating sense of aggression.
Cyril felt heavy on his body, he puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction, and rolled his eyes quickly.
According to the previous setting in the fantasy, the two of them are now... lovers.
This fantasy scene will not just follow the last time!
"Will you let me on top? It's very heavy."
Cyril took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
Then he said slowly, his voice was very well-behaved and gentle, as if he was coaxing a three-and-a-half-year-old child.
Brian looked down into Cyril's wide, clean eyes, which seemed to be shining with a moist sheen.
He heard this and frowned for a moment, and let out a muffled groan from his throat, but he didn't care, but his body slightly pulled away.
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party loosened his shackles, Cyril broke free from under him.
However, instead of running out right away, he rode on "Scott"'s lap.
Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.
At this time, his eyes completely turned into the original black and gold, like a golden butterfly fluttering in the dark night, with an unknown danger.
After Cyril turned over to be the master, he moved his body and adjusted his sitting position.
Then, his performance began.
Cyril showed a sweet smile to the man in front of him, and his beautiful almond eyes curved like sweet honey.
Then he leaned closer to the little head, and his soft breath fell on the tip of the other's nose.
The distance between the two is very close, and the two breaths are intertwined between them.
Cyril played with the other's slender, articulated hand.
He hooked his fingers and scratched lightly in "Scott's" palm, once, twice, three times.
As soon as it was clicked, it was immediately retracted, like a flexible night wind that could not be captured.
Cyril felt that the body under him seemed to be stiff for a moment, he smiled slightly, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to reveal something, but he closed it shyly, looking like he was about to speak.
Then, he learned the movement from the previous dream, reached out and tapped "Scott"'s chin lightly.
Then, Cyril's white fingers continued to slide down, and the pulp of his fingers slowly drew a circle on the opponent's beautiful Adam's apple.
He looked like a light cloud, but in fact his whole body was tense, and even Cyril's other hand hidden behind him was trembling slightly.
It's now!
A mass of thick ink-like corrosive liquid rushed straight towards the lower part of "Scott"'s waist.
However, before Cyril could see the final result, his eyes darkened and he fainted.
Brian lifted his eyelids lazily and glanced at the effect of the "Corruption Curse" that he had suppressed and stayed in the air.
At this time, the corrosive liquid was less than a fist's distance away from his body.
The handsome man's eyes were deep, the bottom of his eyes was dark and unclear, and the corners of his lips provoked a sharp arc.
He stared at this mass of corrosive liquid, and after a while, he let out a low laugh, and there was some excitement and pleasure in the magnetic laughter.
How cruel... Brian tutted lightly.
I was almost deceived by Little Rose.
However, as a great wizard with outstanding magical power, how could he not be aware of the flow of magical elements in the surrounding environment
This thick ink-like corrosive liquid disintegrated on its own in his low laughter, leaving no trace in the air, as if it had never existed.
Brian looked at Cyril who fainted in his arms at this time.
The young man closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, and the graceful curvature of the white neck had a fragile and deadly seductive beauty.
Or the little rose without thorns is more satisfying, well-behaved and soft.
Brian stroked Cyril's smooth black hair and let out a satisfied sigh.
He lowered his head, wrapped his arms around Cyril's waist from behind, and brushed his lips lightly against Cyril's white earlobe.
It's been a long time since I checked Little Rose's bone development.
Brian's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
This time, he didn't use magic anymore, but did it himself.
Brian's slender fingers slowly peeled off Cyril's robe, picking off delicate rose petals one by one.
The young man has a thin body, his flesh and bones are evenly balanced, he is slender, and his lines are clean and beautiful.
Brian looked at Cyril's smooth skin, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration for the graceful bones.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped, and his face suddenly turned cold.
If Cyril opened his eyes now, he would definitely be frozen by the icy, sharp gaze like a viper, and he would not be able to help shudder.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
The magic elements were banging wildly in the air, and an indescribable tide-like pressure filled the room.
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