From this angle, the boy's eyes appear to be large, pitch-black, like two drops of ink on white paper, with a little shimmer on the crystals.
His lips moved, pursed inward as if restraining himself, and quickly and naturally stretched out again.
After experiencing the waves in his heart, he seemed to have crawled to the shore, took a deep breath greedily, then leaned up again and pressed his lips to the corner of the beauty's lips.
Perhaps out of excitement, or nervousness, he didn't allow himself. The big beauty adjusted her position herself, and her soft lips touched.
The boy paused for a moment. He thought about the smell of his toothpaste in his mind for no reason. It was the most common smell of mint.
It was so light that it seemed to be provoking, and it was swept away, leaving only a tactile feeling that was itchy.
His kissing was raw and tender, like a child visiting someone else's house for the first time. He had to knock on the door politely first, knock three times, wait for the master to open the door, and then ask the other person if he would allow him to enter.
The big beauty was amused by her brain tonic and chose to welcome him in directly. He closed the back of the boy's head and kissed deeper, his soft tongue sticking out of the mouth with a slightly fresh taste, enthusiastically seducing the little Omega who had little experience in kissing. The bodies of the two sides were tightly attached to each other. The big beauty was only wearing pajamas, and he was wearing only one piece of clothing indoors. He could almost feel each other's temperature through the fabric.
It's warm, soft and fragrant.
Unexpectedly, the nose is still working normally.
The young man did not resist at all, and stuck his tongue in as if his soul had been taken away. Once a deep contact occurs, the fusion of body fluids ensues. The two tongues were intertwined, and the boy followed his guidance and danced with him in this small and cramped damp space, and the slightly sticky saliva was always linked.
It feels incredibly intimate.
Teenagers are addicted. He learned about the distribution of sensitive areas of taste in biology class, and the tip of the tongue corresponds to sweetness. When he used the tip of his tongue to probe the other's tongue and lick the other's body fluid, he couldn't help thinking that maybe his sense of taste was sharper than the average person.
Otherwise, how could he feel so sweet, so sweet that he can't wait to grab more.
He moved upwards and raised his face even higher. He plundered the body fluid of the great beauty into his mouth and swallowed it into his throat. When he felt that it was not enough, he did it again. The hand also seemed to have its own willpower, slowly sliding from the waist of the beauty, and finally landed on the gland on the back of the neck.
He massaged lightly.
The Great Beauty's glands are defective, but only in the aspect of perceiving Alpha and its derivatives, and other normal functions of Omega are quite good. The boy's finger touched his gland, and he shivered slightly. When the finger was pressed, a long, soft humming sound came out of his throat, as if he was complaining and acting like a spoiled child.
He bit the boy's lip with his teeth demonstratively, but at the same time, he obeyed the boy's wishes and released some pheromones.
The fragrance of Yingying tea was floating in the air, and the young man suddenly felt that he, who had been empty before, suddenly landed slowly and safely as if being supported by clouds.
At the end of the kiss, he opened his eyes and gasped for a long, slender breath. After slowing down, he took a deep breath again, as if he couldn't smell the big beauty enough.
The big beauty pinched his face: "Why is it only me who is releasing pheromones, what about yours?"
The boy stared at him silently.
Ah, it's inconvenient to speak with your face pinched.
The big beauty let go of her hand, but the young man still didn't answer.
The big beauty was unhappy, and insisted: "What about yours? What about yours?" Then he did the same thing, trying to imitate him.
The teenager was reluctant to release his pheromones, he put one hand on his neck and the other hand back to cover his glands.
"I want to smell you." The boy said, "Don't mix any impurities."
The big beauty blushed a little, and withdrew her hand to pinch his nose, scolding, "Little bastard. What is impurity, can you speak?"
He said so, but he didn't take back his pheromone at all. The fragrance of tea floats up and down in the air.