Violet Orchestra

Elaine didn't think as much as he did, but she was still very happy to hear him say that, and didn't express any further opinions on this matter.

The weather was fine, and they had planned to go outside the city to see the sights after lunch, but Violet changed his mind on the spur of the moment.He tidied up the sunny terrace of the room, set up a comfortable soft couch, then dug out a stack of music scores from the luggage, leaned against Elaine's arms and began to write lyrics for the new song.

Elaine was lying on the soft couch, not daring to move, and Violet relied on him to write and draw on the paper. He didn't quite understand music scores, but from the clip of the poet humming softly, it could be heard that it was a piece of music. A soft and soothing little love song.There was a nice scent on Violet's body. After being exposed to the sun, it looked warm and warm, like the faint smell of some dried flowers. He was a little distracted, and kissed the other person's red hair lightly.

Violet laughed and raised her head to rub against his shoulder: "Don't make trouble, I'm writing a song for you."

"What song is it?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, wait for me to fill in the lyrics."

Elaine nodded, watching him continue to write a few lines on the music score, then frowned, put the pen aside, and sat up.

"what happened?"

Violet didn't answer, took the piano from the low table next to her, played him the unfinished piece, and asked, "What do you think of the piece?"

It was indeed a very beautiful piece, but to be honest, Elaine didn't listen to much, because the soft couch had a limited area, and Violet had to sit on his lap facing each other when playing the piano, and the posture made it difficult for him to concentrate.

The faint fragrance became more intense with his movements, and it was unclear whether it was wafting from the slightly open neckline of the robe or the loose cuffs.While thinking about this, Elaine touched her nose, trying to make her tone sound more sincere: "It sounds good."

"But you don't seem to be listening carefully." Violet raised his eyebrows, put the piano aside, and leaned over to look at him, "What were you thinking just now?"

His body is fragrant and soft, leaning into his arms like a swaying flower, Elaine couldn't help reaching out to hold his waist, hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "...you smell very fragrant, I A little distracted."

Now when he said such words, he would not blush, only the tips of his ears would be a little red, and Violet could not have liked him more. She stretched her arms around his neck, leaned over and kissed the tips of his honest ears, and then bowed Laugh out loud.

"My clothes are spiced," he said.

Elaine didn't understand what he meant.

The poet whispered into his ear: "Would you like to try... After taking off my clothes, does my body still smell good?"

So this sunny afternoon, not only did they not go out, but they quickly went back to bed.

I don't know when, Violet no longer acted as a guide on the bed. He finished the "course" in this area, and then handed over the leadership to Elaine, and began to enjoy the feeling of being in control.He liked the jerky, innocent and lovely Elaine in the past, but he had no way to deal with the more mature and powerful Elaine who would follow his desire to ask him for more.

He likes this, or rather, he enjoys being asked for more by Elaine.

"It's still fragrant." Elaine leaned over his neck and kissed him softly, speaking in a vague voice.

"Well," Violet smiled, "guess why?"

He pretended to be able to play a guessing game with the other party, but Elaine didn't follow him, and continued to grope on him while throwing back the question: "...Why?"

It was obvious that not long had passed, but the young man's voice had lost the last bit of clarity that belonged to a teenager. When he was emotional, he was low and hoarse, which was completely like an adult male.Violet knew that he was cheating, and thought it was cute, so she took the initiative to announce the answer: "It's hair, I also use incense to scent my hair."

Elaine responded vaguely, not caring where the scent came from. For him, it was more important to keep Violet in his arms.He spent a lot of time in the foreplay, and the poet got a little impatient, so he turned around and entered from behind.

Because the foreplay was too long, Violet had already been made limp by him, and when she was entered, she let out a moan that was almost a whimper, and her fingers that had no strength to grasp the bed sheet.

"Okay... Hurry up..." He urged out of tune with a tear in his voice.

Elaine penetrated deeply, but didn't start to thrust immediately, as if she was waiting for him to speak, until she heard his words, she pulled her cock away a little, and slowly entered and exited him.Violet almost didn't have the time to think about anything else. He only thought in a daze between groans that his little Romeo seemed to be learning badly, but he liked it very much.

They switched positions several times during which Violet came off once, but the one Elaine had lodged inside him never showed signs of coming.He leaned against each other's arms, his long hair was wet with sweat, mixed with the smell of incense into a shy, erotic breath.

Elaine kissed his flushed neck skin and asked in a low voice, "Is this okay?"

Obviously it was Violet who first wanted to tease him with the scent of the incense, but in a blink of an eye the position was reversed, the provocative party became passive instead, and the rhythm was firmly in Elaine's hands.

Violet couldn't say anything wrong, he was about to be shot for the second time, and there was almost no time to respond.I have to say that Elaine's progress has exceeded his expectations. It seems that after the half-month-long separation, the other party's demand for him has become stronger than before-this should have been a good thing, but If it lasts so long every time, maybe he will be a little overwhelmed.

When Elaine finally ejaculated inside him, Violet had completely lost the strength to get up and take a bath, so he could only let the young man carry him to the bathroom to wash his body, and then carried him back to the bed, using a clean and soft cloth A large cloth towel dried his whole body and wet hair.During this process, Violet was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his fingers, but when Elaine hugged him, he raised his arms and hugged the other's neck.

They were very close, and Elaine smiled while wiping his hair: "It still smells good."

Violet was already very sleepy, and couldn't hear what he said clearly, and he hesitated for a while before letting out a hum that represented doubt.

"It's nothing." Elaine bowed her head and kissed him, "Sleep, Violet."

So the poet fell asleep in his gentle voice, dreaming of cakes made of pickled roses, and his dear little Elaine.

Sweet as sugar.