[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

Jack was turned pink all over by me, half-closed his eyes, and kept sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick my neck, making my body even hotter, and the movements of his hands became very eager.

But I still noticed that his lips had turned purple, and his chest had begun to rise and fall. I knew that Jack was already suffering, but he didn't want to talk about it.

Jack has his own ego, and I don't want to embarrass him either.So I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't forget to take a deep breath, Jack, take a deep breath." Then I kissed him, and breathed in his mouth as well.

"Well...it's okay, hurry up." Jack looked at me with blurred eyes, put his arms around my shoulders, and propped himself up to sit in my arms.After he finished this action, there was a layer of sweat on his body, but I was too busy to take care of myself. It seemed that I could only see his naked little guy saluting me.

I let go, which immediately made Jack grunt in displeasure, but then he could only exclaim!I lifted his ass and sat him directly on my shoulders with his back against the wall.

I pointed my mouth straight at Little Jack, and swallowed him in one gulp. "Oh—Sheen!" Jack exclaimed, and grabbed my hair and pressed my head. "Quick, quick!"

He gasped and said, I licked his thin layer of flesh with my mouth, licked his stretched blue veins, and my fingers were still dragging his buttocks.But his thin buttocks betrayed his crotch in a short while, and my fingers inadvertently touched the wet liquid oozing from it.

Then I couldn't help poking inside, and gently scratched his inner wall with my nails. "Ah—!" Jack couldn't help it immediately, he straightened up suddenly, Little Jack sprayed all the turbid liquid into my mouth with one mouthful, and then gradually deflated.

At the same time, Jack's body was shaking and about to fall down. I supported his waist and carefully spat out Little Jack, then hugged him down and sat on my lap.

"Hee, Sean—" He opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes upwards, I put my lips together, and kept breathing into his mouth, so that the frequency of his chest rising and falling gradually matched I synchronized, rubbing the position of his heart with my palm, "Okay, baby, calm down, calm down."

He could hardly leave my mouth, and he almost forgot what breathing was, and he could only be panted by me, until even I was a little dizzy, and Jack looked a little better.

He leaned meekly on my shoulder, allowing me to give him an injection, and then said dully: "I must be a waste, my life is over, Sean, no woman will like me now."

He pouted and said sadly.Instead, I was so delighted that I gave him a hard peck and gloated, "That's great! Jack, I thank God for turning you into a one-night man—uh!"

I grinned and took his claws off my waist, and took a bite angrily, "You are so cruel, I just finished serving you!"

"Hmph, you deserve it!" He said without any strength, leaned on my shoulder, and fell asleep after a while.

I hugged him like that, wrapped both of us in the quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, and fell asleep with him again.

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I think I saw something great, I saw me and Jack, the two of us lying in the coffin together.

The inside of the coffin is full of white flowers, I put my arms around him, he hugs me, I am still the same as I am now, this Sean Pastor, and Jack... is as thin as a mummy!

I don't know what kind of eyes I see this scene through! ——It feels like I have become a ghost, floating in the air, constantly scanning this place with a three-dimensional vision, especially the coffin.

I can feel everything, especially knowing that I have been frightened into a cold sweat, and hastily stretched out my hand, shaking the scrawny Jack lying in the coffin!

Then to my delight, he woke up.I opened those lake-green eyes. Although they were embedded in the dry eye sockets, they looked a bit abrupt and dull, but they still made me feel relieved.

Because it made me finally regain a little sense of security, "Jack..." I called out affectionately.

He rolled his eyes and looked at me.I was surprised to find that I was that Sean Pastor lying in the coffin with him again, with a physical body, "Jack, why are we here?"

Jack didn't answer me, just looked at me with empty eyes.Stared at me for a while, then looked in a direction behind me.I followed his gaze, and was shocked to find that the people standing behind me were water ghosts in ragged clothes! —I swear, I didn't see these things at all just now!

Their bodies were wet, their ankles or other places were bound by water plants, their bodies were pale and stiff, and the exposed skin could vaguely see rotten pus!

"Jack——! What's going on here?!" I was so scared that I suddenly jumped out of the coffin, quickly jumped out of it, and put on a defensive posture towards the water ghosts.Because they are taking one step at a time, slowly but pressingly, the superego moves over!

Yes, move, because I don't think they are walking with their stiff ghostly appearance at all. Their soles rest on the ground, dragging the gray ground with water marks mixed with pus. Weird and eerie!

Only then did I notice that we were actually in a church.

The place facing me is a statue of Jesus. He was bound on the cross, his face was still pitiful, but his eyes were piercing. I don’t know if it was my illusion, but he seemed to be watching The same gloat as in a play?There was a grinning smell that made people tremble all over.

His chest was deeply pierced by a sharp blade, leaving only a section of the gorgeous, gem-studded hilt, and countless brown cracks around it.

The windows in this church are all painted with brown-red paint, the light from the outside shines on them, and the ground can only shine layers of old, blood-colored light and shadows, and then gradually faint under my feet and around me opened!

I have been standing at a loss, I feel like my throat is blocked!Surprised and apprehensive!I was so frightened that I couldn't move, I could only stand there dryly, forgetting even my instinct to escape.

No, in fact, in my heart, there has always been an inexplicable idea that I don't want to escape, so that I can stay here and wait for everything to happen.

My heart made a sound of 'dong dong dong', which made my chest ache.

Then, he happened—

"what--!"

I jumped up from the bed, opened my eyes, and stared at the opposite wall with tearful eyes!I sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the sofa opposite.

There were still coats that I had taken off scattered on it, including under the bed, all of Jack's and I's rolled up clothes.

I was panting, looking at the room and the things in it, my head was throbbing with pain.

I stretched out a hand and kneaded the bridge of my nose, and suddenly felt very tired in my heart and spirit.

"What's wrong with you?" A cold palm was suddenly placed on my shoulder.

That gentle voice sounded from behind me, it sounded so close to me, that even the breath could spray on my back.

"Jie, Jack..." I called hesitantly, he seemed to be waiting for my answer, and didn't make a sound right away.But this silence made me feel even more guilty - I can't tell him, I dreamed that he turned into a grieving ghost, and he was asking me for debts!