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Of course Perot won't leave, it's fine if you don't come to stop me, just send me a text message quietly, then we still have room for relaxation.Now that you have come directly to stop me, it is impossible for me to listen to you in front of everyone.

So Perot didn't move, with an innocent face, he said what's the matter, don't worry about anything at this moment, finally came out, and left after having fun.

Cuenca chuckled, Pero was hard on himself.In the past year, I have behaved well, and there is no chance for Perot to lose his temper. Now, Perot's temper has come up, and Cuenca probably can't persuade him.

He scanned the eyes of his brothers and waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

Seeing this, Perot didn't say much, and walked upstairs with his little brother in his arms.

But if Cuenca compromises on this - that would be very un-Cunca.So he followed Perot's buttocks all the way to the door of the box on the second floor.

Perot let the two little brothers in, and Cuenca followed.

Pero refused, he threw his arms across and stopped in front of Kunka—"What are you doing?"

"I'll watch you play," Kunka said.

Perot used this method to wilt himself a year ago, and he couldn't believe that he couldn't use this method to wilt Perot too.

However, he underestimated Perot's jealousy. Perot didn't even refute. After getting the response, he nodded silently and let Kunka go.

Cuenca imitated Perrault, closed the door, pulled up the chair, lit a cigarette, and stared at Perrault with his legs open.

Things have progressed here and are still manageable.

As long as Cuenca, like Perot, holds back his anger when the other party is being manipulated, and finally moves over in a subdued manner to remove the other's hand and replace him with himself—then their conflict will be resolved.

Perot didn't want to have fun, he just wanted to let Cuenca realize that their relationship had changed, so Cuenca's previous relaxation habits should also change accordingly.

He needs Cuenca to pay attention to his bottom line, and he also hopes that the other party can use this to discipline himself.

This is of course difficult, so Perot needs Cuenca to take the first step, take the first step like him, and many things can be discussed and adjusted again.

But unfortunately, Cuenca didn't realize this, he just thought that Perot wanted to irritate or punish himself.

For so many years, Kunka has never cared about anyone emotionally. He thinks it is normal for others to lean over.

You see, even if it took eight years, Perot should come over, or not.

This is Cuenca's personal charm, and it's hard to say that Pero didn't express his attitude before, but now that Pero likes him so much, how can he resist the restraint of this charm.

What's more, Cuenca felt that he hadn't made a mistake, and he had tried his best to correct his evil ways. If he didn't even allow him to come out and relax a little, then Perot's fault would be damning.

It is not yourself who needs to compromise, and it is not yourself who needs to be punished.

So he always believed that Perot would not be able to continue, especially when he was still sitting across from him majestically.

Perot would be the same as himself at the beginning, stop the movement first, then arrange the clothes, and let all the little buddies go out.After that, it's time to have a good talk with Cuenca and talk about it, and how to solve the problem.

However he was wrong.

Perot didn't stop those people from making any moves, even though the little brothers were very hesitant at first, standing by and not knowing what to do.

So Perot untied the belt and buttons by himself, sat on the edge of the bed, pointed to one of them, and said—"Come on, kneel down."

Kunka felt a fire burning in his heart.

Perot didn't even look at him, just when the younger brother knelt down intently, began to knead and rub with the tip of his nose, Perot just put his hands on the younger brother's hair lightly as if enjoying it, then hugged another person, closed his eyes and shared with him kiss.

Cuenca felt suffocated.

To be honest, if any of his previous partners did this, Kunka would not have to think about it. When he reacted, he would have already pulled out his gun and killed the other party.

His possessiveness is not weaker than Perot's at all, the only difference is that he doesn't care how those partners are superficially promiscuous, he only cares that they have not crossed the line.

This is a principled line.

Perot sucked in air gently until the cock was hard enough, and then he was released by the little brother, who held it with his hands and fiddled with it slightly.

Cuenca still wants to endure, yes, he really wants to endure to see what step Perot can do.He was too convinced, not only convinced of Perot's brazenness, but also convinced that he could really put himself in the current situation for revenge.

Very good, as long as Perot takes the next step, Cuenca said-I don't want this relationship anymore.

If you can fucking torture me like this, you've made it clear that you're ready to break up.Anyway, you already like others to kneel in front of you in turn, and you don't like others to stab you in the back, well, then I won't force you to change, what do you like.

Anyway, I am missing you, and there are thousands of people waiting for me to poke.You are so fucking precious, and you can't be messed with.Holding your hand in my heart is in exchange for you to provoke me so much and control me so leniently, why don't you make a cage to lock me up.

Thinking of this, Kunka's anger continued to surge.

Cuenca also needs to go out to get comfortable - isn't this what Perot said, coming here is for sex.He's going to hit three tonight, no, he's going to hit four.

Not only would he beat four of them, he'd take them back to the fucking house, and he'd go on for three days and three nights, and it would depend on whether Perrault got mad at the end or beat himself to death.

He thought so, but before the little brother put his penis in his mouth, Cuenca still extinguished the cigarette vigorously in the vat.He coughed, and the little brother paused for a moment.

Perot seemed to realize something, stretched out his hand, and put some strength on the back of the little brother's head, encouraging him to continue doing it.

Kunka frowned.

He really shouldn't be with Perot, it's been a fucking mistake from start to finish.

It's his own thing to like Perot, but getting along with Perot is another matter.He couldn't bear Perot's revenge, just as Perot couldn't bear his habitual running to these places.

He stood up and walked to the door.

He cast one last glance at Perrault, finally gritted his teeth, and unscrewed the handle.

Although things have progressed to the edge of getting out of control, it may be reasonable to break up if they really break up.

If everyone is a guy in their 20s, there is probably room for plasticity in their personalities, but they are all 40 years old, and everything that should be stereotyped has already been stereotyped.

After all, once they develop their own living habits, it is too difficult to integrate into each other.

Both Pero and Cuenca understand these principles, so Pero also knows that if Cuenca is really unwilling to give in and make substantive changes in the relationship between the two parties, then it is indeed impossible for him to continue to retreat.

There may be countless room for discussion on business matters, but emotionally—no, as long as Perot thinks of those people meeting Cuenca, he will feel very uncomfortable.

So he wanted Kunka to understand his feelings.

It's a pity that what he didn't expect was that Kunka's reaction was much bigger than he thought.

Cuenca was indeed enraged, and extremely angry.

At the moment when Cuenca turned the doorknob, and everyone thought the relationship between the two parties was over - Cuenca stood for a while, then suddenly slammed the door hard, then went around and pushed the man kneeling on the ground away, and grabbed Perot Pick it up by the collar.

Then without hesitation, he slapped Perot hard.

This slap was so fucking ruthless that the corner of Perot's mouth was bleeding.

He fell to the ground and was immediately pulled up by Kunka.

Kunka grabbed his hair and pressed it on the table, gritted his teeth and scolded—"You fucking like this, don't you? You fucking like this, don't you!"

Seeing this, the little buddies quickly dispersed, and ran out of the door in the next second.

The people outside wanted to rush in, but Cuenca roared and had to close the door again.Everyone realizes that this is a problem between the two bosses, and they have to rush in at this time-it is estimated that no one will feel better.

Pero was also aroused by the slap. Cuenka had crossed the boundary first, so it was fine if he didn't know how to compromise, and he came over and slapped himself.It was the first day that Cuenca knew himself, right? He promised me everything at the beginning and ejaculated with the semen in the dick, right?

I'll give you some fucking time, before this year's time is up, your true nature will be revealed.

Perot picked up the cup on the table and smashed it on Cuenca's head.

Kunka was in pain, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Pero kicked him in the stomach, forcing the two to separate.

"I like this? It's you who like this!" Pero was puzzled, and he swung the chair Kunka was sitting on towards him.

But Cuenca had a strong body after all. He pushed away the chair suddenly, stepped forward in three or two steps, and grabbed Pero's neck.He said that I like this, I like the way you kneel down and give me a blowjob, how did you change your position today, you are not fucking happy at all.

Perot punched Cuenca in the face, but the suffocation made him unable to exert strength.He wanted to touch the gun at his waist, but only then did he realize that his pants had been taken off, and the gun was on the table, securely in the leather case.

Cuenca chuckled, so he tightened his arms and threw Pero onto the bed.

He didn't plan to take care of Perot's feelings today. Anyway, he wanted to find someone to fuck. He didn't mind that the object suddenly changed from a woman to a man, and he didn't mind that the target suddenly became Perot.

He tore off Perrault's shirt and pounced on him like a wolf.Perrault put his elbows on his chest, trying to run while the opponent was in pain.

He couldn't defeat Kunka with melee combat alone. Of course he understood this truth, so he wanted to reach the gun on the table.

But how could Cuenca give him a chance? He grabbed Perot's waist and quickly dragged him back. He tore off Perot's only panties and ruthlessly put his fingers in. .

He couldn't stand Perrault's temper, damn it, he couldn't.

While Perot thought he was taking care of Cuenca's feelings, Cuenca was also understanding Perot.So every time Cuenca had sex, he didn't dare to use force, and every time he fucked, he had to control his desire.

But today Kunka didn’t want to think about it anymore. At first, he fantasized about how Pero was conquered by him, how blood flowed, how he sweated profusely, how he gasped and begged for mercy, how he was so painful that his face was full of tears—that’s what he wants to do now.

He used to think he had enough patience to wait, but now he realizes that patience and everything are just fucking clouds.It's meaningless and unnecessary. Perot will not be satisfied with this force, so there is no need for him to please.

It was on this day that Perot realized how gentle Cuenca's previous actions were.

When Cuenca completely tore his body apart and slammed in fiercely, the pain Pero felt increased dozens of times compared to when Cuenca entered for the first time.

The pain was so heart-piercing, so painful that the liver and gallbladder were about to split, the pain from the tail keel to the spine made all the muscles in the whole body tense and opened up all the pores.

The penis slammed against the inside fiercely, and the tactile sensation brought by the in and out was like jagged friction.

He hated Kunca, really hated it.He has never been so humiliated, emotionally touched, conquered by anyone, and no one can make him hold the other person's back tightly even when he hates it to the limit.

He forcefully pinched the meat into Cuenca's back, he cursed intermittently, he said I'm going to kill your whole family, I'm going to kill your sister, I'm going to kill your brother-in-law, I'm going to kill your brother, I'm going to kill everything you care about people.You fucked me up, you fucked it first... You said you would be nice to me, why aren't you enough!you are not enough...

Cuenca covered his mouth angrily, turned him over and pressed him into the pillow.He pinched Perot's body hard, leaving bruises on it.He wants to turn these curses into moans, into gasps, into his name.

He asked Perrault to call him, said enough, said no, said please, please forgive me.

It's a pity Perot won't say it.He gritted his teeth, letting the blood stain the mattress as his penis went in and out.He fiddled with his cock frantically until he came before the other.

He wants Cuenca, he wants endlessly.He felt the greed that swelled in his body every day. From the beginning, he just wanted to maintain the friendship between gentlemen, and now he wanted to control everything in Cuenca.

He liked this man so much that whenever Cuenca put his hands on someone else's body, he could feel his veins burning.

If going on like this can keep Kunka in the status quo forever, then he doesn't care about all the pain.

He didn't want Cuenka to leave, even at this moment, he still didn't want Cuenka to leave.

Cuenca cums inside him, then flips him over and bites.Kunka's arm was bulging with veins due to anger, and he hugged Pero tremblingly, his strength almost crushing Pero.

He said fuck you, fuck you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!

He said you try to provoke me again, you fucking try to stimulate me again!I'm going to tear out your intestines and pierce your intestines!

He said I chopped off your dick, you fucking... I'll kill you, I'm going to kill you! ...

Cuenca bit Perrault's lip hard, tearing his lip out of the slit.Then he bites the neck, bites the chest, and he'll tear Perrault to pieces, drink the blood, and finish the flesh.

Yes, if Perot dared to do it again, Cuenca swore he would.

He won't let Perot live well.

In his dictionary, he and Perot had no peaceful breakup.

If the relationship in the previous year was just mutual probing and groping, then maybe this sex really established the relationship between the two.

Perot said, if you do this again in the future, we will have nothing to talk about.

Cuenca said, what happened to me, you fucking want me to admit my mistake, right?I tell you, I am not wrong.

Perot said, I don't care if you recognize it or not, anyway, I will put it here.

Kunka didn't make a sound, and touched the cigarette point next to him.

Perot lay beside him to rest for a while, turned over and hugged Kunka's waist.He tightened his arms and pressed his head hard on the opponent's chest.

Kunka couldn't help it either, he raised his hand and touched Pero's blushing face, then opened his palm and gently covered it.

I can't tell what it feels like, really, it seems to be anger, and it seems to be sad.It seemed that he regretted everything he had just done, but if he did it again, both he and Perot were sure that they would still do it.

They've both missed each other for far too long.The kind of liking that was kept in my heart has changed, and now it is possessive when I take it out.

They don't want to be so angry with each other, but they don't know why, when they think about losing each other, when they think about being touched by other people, that kind of raging anger will burn from their hearts, burning them all rationally. none.

Pero grabbed Cuenca's hand on his cheek, and his knuckles hurt.Perot said you don't go, don't leave me, you know I can't go on by myself, you can't leave me.

Cuenca said I won't, I won't fucking do it, I haven't regretted what Cuenca said.

He pulled Perot up and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek one by one.He said I love you, I love you Perot, don't do this to me again, I'm really afraid I'll kill you next time.

Perot asked, how many people have you loved?

Cuenca said, I loved you once.

Pero chuckled and shook his head, "I'm so scared, Cuenca. I'm scared every day, I'm afraid that I'm doing something wrong, I'm afraid that I don't manage Posai Bay well, I'm afraid that you will disappoint me, I'm afraid that my brothers will disappoint me .”

In the past year, he has not been afraid for a single day, so that as long as those dissenting voices are heard a little bit, his hair will stand on end and sweat profusely.

He has no way to tell anyone this fear, so he will use the most resolute means to seal people's mouths.

Doesn't he know that this is extreme and one-sided?Of course he knew, but once the fear hit, it grabbed his heart, made his hands tremble, and made his heart thump, as if it was about to pop out of his mouth.

They did defeat Fukang, but in a flash.Afterwards, there are many, many things to verify whether he can secure Fukang's position, and many, many people are coveting the market and wealth of Pu Sai Wan.

His quarrel with Cuenca also made him realize this.

What Kunka said was tantamount to reminding him - no matter how careful you are, you are still wrong.No matter how cautious you are, you were still swayed by Saga.

These words may not be so lethal to Cuenca, because the current Posai Bay still has overwhelming strength. Even if Saga wants to invade, it will not be possible in a day or two.

But for Perot, it was a devastating blow.

He suddenly didn't know what to do - if he worked so hard for the whole year and still couldn't handle the problem perfectly, then he didn't know what potential he should use to face more challenges in the next year or even the next month , to resist more crises.

And if at this time, lose Cuenca - no, really not.

"Don't be afraid," Cuenka comforted. He stroked Perot's wet hair and said firmly—"It will be taken care of, I promise."

Can Cuenca guarantee anything?cannot.

But Perot really needs such a guarantee, because every time Cuenca says this, Perot can feel a little relieved.