Every Meal - Chapter 17: Want to See It
Translator: Deyonna
Kong Qiao's underwear was thoroughly wet.
At this time, all over his body, except for an undershirt that the butcher took off for him, there was only a narrow piece of cloth sandwiched between his buttocks.
The piece of cloth was cut very well, a lilac shade of purple concealing the most alluring crevice between two pleasantly white mounds, and then it continued forward, wrapping around a perky little stick, ultimately connecting with an elastic band around the waist.
However, at this moment, that lilac piece of cloth had been stained with an unknown liquid, causing it to turn into a deep lavender color, both in the front and back.
As two different shades of skin rubbed against each other, the petals in the field bloomed intricately in the deep and shallow layer of the small underwear.
The largest petal in the front comes from the highest peak.
Kong Qiao's little treasure was pushed upward from the underwear of the bulging package beneath it, and the sticky secretion overflowing from his glans wetted the front of Tu Liang's pants, as well as the lower abdomen of the man tightly rubbing against him.
Besides that, Tu Liang's pants were already unzipped.
It was unknown whether their rubbing to and fro was the cause of the unzipping or if someone's hand had pulled it down, but Tu Liang's khaki pants were wide open, revealing the ordinary four-cornered underwear inside.
The butcher's underwear was as simple as his appearance, pure black with no patterns or design.
This ordinary and simple style was originally not attractive to people like Kong Qiao who loves pretty and bright colors, but when the person wearing it has strong enough capital, it shapes and accentuates the arc, even creating a seductively aggressive aura. Even the most monotonous color can become enticing and alluring.
At least, in Kong Qiao's case, it is.
His eyes fixedly looked as he fondled the top of the tent, which was much taller and straighter than his.
The dense and exuberant forest couldn't be sheltered by the tent at all. Curly, coarse black hair protruded from the man's waistband, scratching his fingertips and palms, sending waves of itchiness crawling inward, reaching his heart.
He couldn't resist the urge to lick his lips, only to lick another mouth just an inch away.
His tongue was immediately captured again, and the curious eyes of Kong Qiao desperately wanted to take a closer look at the scenery inside the tent. However, his view was blocked by the man's nose and eyebrows, and he couldn't see anything.
He could only angrily bite the butcher's mouth, using another way to alleviate his thirst while trying to use something else to explore the big guy below that captivated his mind.
Kong Qiao's fingertips got into the man's pants.
He pays great attention to his daily skincare routine. After every shower, he would generously apply moisturizer all over his body, leaving his skin smooth and supple. Among all the parts that he takes care of, undoubtedly, his hands receive the most meticulous pampering.
White and pure, as if made of snow-white lard, when touched, it feels even softer and smoother than silk.
And Tu Liang had noticed this a long time ago.
When Kong Qiao is selecting meat, paying, or even playing with his phone, his gaze always couldn't help but linger on those pairs of soft, white hands. He would often imagine how delightful and intoxicating it would be if those hands could caress his body.
And in the few fleeting moments of contact, Tu Liang briefly validated his own fantasies——
Yes, his little peacock's pair of hands is enough to make his body tremble and his blood boil.
At this moment, those hands that made him daydream were actively reaching into his underwear.
Through the dense thickets of grass, the hands wandered across his undulating, taut plains, until directly touching his erect and proud mountain range. Gently, they tentatively brush against the ridges, as if measuring the land about to be conquered.
Between the lips of the two pressed tightly together, there was a lovely moan overflowing with amazement.
Seemingly amazed at the steep and towering mountain range.
It's also like marveling at the vibrant and vastness of the mountain ridge.
Tu Liang feels like he was about to be tortured to death by this little thing.
He slightly loosened his soft and tender licks and bites, sighing, "Qiao Qiao…"
Stop torturing me.
Tu Liang said in his heart, no need to probe, no need to conquer.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
The room is filled with a hot and sticky atmosphere.
Kong Qiao was kissed to the point that his cheeks became red, his lips were moist and alluring, his whole being resembling a blossoming lotus flower, exuding a sweet, dewy aura.
"I……you……"
He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Kong Qiao realized that he didn't even know what the butcher's name was, and yet, inexplicably, the two of them had reached a point where they were undressing each other.
He felt a combination of embarrassment and awkwardness, but more so, it was the pent-up desires and passions that had been suppressed deep within him for a long time. He wanted to break free from the restraints of morality and indulge himself without any reservations.
And the man in front of him seemed to have heard his unspoken words.
"Qiao Qiao…"
Tu Liang once again called out and gently grasped Kong Qiao's wrist.
He didn't pull away the little hands that were searching wildly, but instead helped Kong Qiao, allowing the hands to go further in to hold his thing.
"Whatever you want to do to me... you can do it."
His tone was patient and gentle. Despite his inability to speak properly, there was no sense of coercion from him at all.
His broad palm covered the back of Kong Qiao's tender hand, overlapping each other, fingers intertwining, guiding him to grasp onto that thick and erect object.
Little by little, moving up and down.
And Kong Qiao, under such considerate and indulgent guidance, soon forgot his uneasiness and embarrassment.
He slightly bit his lip, while following the man's movements, he tried to caress and touch the huge weapon in his hand that he had never touched before. At the same time, his eyes widened, looking down foolishly.
Unfortunately, the man's waist and abdominal muscles were so well-defined, making the black underwear tightly cling to his body.
Can't see inside at all.
"...Want to see it?"
His ear was suddenly licked.
The scorching breath sprayed into his ear, causing Kong Qiao's body to tremble, his soft waist slumped, and his buttocks sat firmly on the man's lap again.
He couldn't care less about the hardness and emptiness below him, at this moment, he only nodded foolishly along with his own thoughts.
"Want……"
Kong Qiao's hand clasped around the thick and firm object, while her other hand lightly brushed down from the displayed pectoral muscles of the man, as light as a feather, scratching in Tu Liang's heart.
"Want...want to see it."
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