"My wife, you are promising," Li Jingchen raised his hand and scratched into her creaky nest. "Who are you going to plant grass for, eh?"

Butong was scratched and laughed, "I'm wrong, hahaha... Don't scratched, I dare not plant grass for you, hahaha..."

Li Jingchen punished enough, and then stopped.

Butong laughed so much that his stomach ached. He finally eased his breath. His little hand circled the man's chest uneasily, "husband..."

"hmm?"

"... Well, let's go on until you're full..." Li Jingchen raised his eyebrows. "No, you can't stand it. I don't have to force myself to satisfy myself."

"I don't want to satisfy you, but I want to...