REMIX

I guess he saw that I was crying, but he considerately didn't mention the reason why, turned on the car windows and stereo, and drove straight to his residence.

There are many mixed feelings in my heart, which makes it difficult for me to grasp a certain point. It is not bitterness, pity, or sigh, or it is all of them, which cannot be expressed in words, and gradually accumulates into a kind of burden in the heart. Tired, so I can only use silence to relieve.

Back at his mansion, there were no other people in the house, only the two of us stayed together, and the atmosphere seemed more like a home.

I also want to regard this place as my home, watching him put the gift from me on the locker and push it against the wall before taking off his coat, rolling up his sleeves and going to the kitchen.

I didn't follow, but when I heard the creak of the cupboard door, he poked his head out again: "Don't stand still, go to the basement and wait for me."

Rereading this sentence in my head, I realized the subtle semantics. I blamed myself for watching too many horror TV movies. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, but I still listened to his words and stood in the backlit corridor. At the corner, I found the wooden stairs leading to the basement, walked down a few steps, and turned on the night light on the wall.

As soon as you enter the door, you can clearly feel that the room temperature in the basement is a little lower than the upstairs, and there is a kind of pleasant shade in summer; the lights are bright and illuminate the entire large room.It seems that it is divided into two parts according to the purpose. The one on the right is more eye-catching. There is a bathing pool on the three-story steps. The LCD screen is hung on the opposite side, which is like a fantasy combination of a bathhouse and a home theater.

I looked at a pair of electric handles thrown by the pool, and I could vividly imagine him playing games while taking a bath here.

There is no such wave.

On the left is a bookcase that occupies three walls. The color of the wood is darker than the floor, as if it has been through many vicissitudes of life. Various books are filled in the corners and corners. There is no space, and it seems that they have not been carefully classified. I picked up the top one and looked through it. It is the original English version. Except that the paper is old and obsolete, it is well preserved. smooth.

This made me suddenly have an unreasonable affection, that is, if these books belong to him, he can be regarded as a delicate and gentle person.

And it turns out I was only half right.

"Those books belong to my father."

He, too, came down the dull stairs with a plate of butter cookies and his favorite iced soda in his hand. "It's mine after all."

"This used to be his wine cabinet, where he kept his beloved red wine and crystal cups. He told me, 'Be careful, this one costs 3000 yuan', and as soon as I said that, I smashed two of them in pairs. "

"..."

spendthrift.

He bent down to put down the plate, "Now, this is my private area. When I am upset, I will hide in and lock the door, so no one can knock on it."

"So?" I watched him lift up my blouse to reveal a section of my belly, "Do you want to share the lonely time with me when I was a senior with a second illness?"

His hand paused for a moment.

"No," he said, "I want to say that no one will come to your rescue if you yell for a broken throat."

He stripped me naked again, and threw me into a hot tub. The two of us ate biscuits and played five rounds of an RPG game.

Due to the lack of proficiency in hardware control, he beat me by one more game and kindly taught me to use the joystick, but because he was too close, it was inevitable that the gun would go off. When I realized it, the situation was out of control.

I stood in the bathtub, the water was just up to my buttocks, he sat on the steps in a bathrobe, held my waist with both hands, kissed my chin and Adam's apple from top to bottom, and asked me, what did you say last time? remember.

Of course I didn't forget.

But there are still many things that I have scruples about.

For example, do I need to wash it in the preparatory work, such as how do I let such a big thing go in.

My eyes wandered in the void for a long time, then turned back to his eyes, and whispered, can I... try with my mouth?

It's more of a delay than what he wants to do.However, it took me a lot of effort to make such a bold proposal out of desperation, and I added, I heard...it's more comfortable to use my mouth.

The astonishment in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he grabbed my wrist instead, pulling me so that I couldn't stand still, and threw my head on him, facing his crotch.

Then, he seemed unwilling to give me a chance to back my word, and waited for the opportunity to press my arm with his elbow.

I was caught in the middle of his wide open legs, unable to move, and the thing under the bathrobe was staring at my jaw.

He pinched my chin with his fingers and shook it, and said with a smile: "Please give me more advice."

To die.

I brushed away the thin barrier, my head was on fire, and I was confused, my hands were still dripping, and I was holding the half-hard body, God knows what happened when I was honest with this thing such a mood.

If I want to evaluate it objectively - it's big, the color is slightly darker, and it doesn't make people feel ugly or obscene.But for me, the visual impact is still strong enough. Without any oral job experience, ignorance is fearlessness, so I wanted to touch the swollen front end with my lips.

I did it a little recklessly, without any skill at all. I could only hear his breathing suddenly heavy, and a low and satisfying sigh from the bottom of his throat.My hairs stood on end, I eagerly pushed the tip of my tongue to spread out the folds, I bit it and swallowed most of it into my mouth.He gasped lightly, and said in that suppressed voice, little guy, your teeth hit me...

I even felt like I was about to have a nosebleed.

He wrapped his arms around his waist, and could feel the strong muscles in his waist. With his panting, he vibrated slightly, and the erect base filled his entire mouth, and slid in the chaotic swallowing, wrapping his lips A little numb, but I can still feel fluid dripping down the corners of my mouth.

This scene is definitely more obscene than I imagined, even if I can't see the whole picture, my blood surges, my lower abdomen is hot, and the high temperature climbs all the way to my cheeks, in the soft waves of the pool, my legs feel numb.

He kneaded my back and would react when I tried to please him and sucked. His voice was filled with a low hoarse desire, and he coaxed me in an irresistibly gentle tone: "Slow down A little...yes, licking...so good..."

That sensuality was like pinching my seven inches, I had to do as I said, and the fishy liquid flowed back into my throat.He covered my face with his hand the moment he came out.

As if afraid to get me dirty.

I softly stepped on the wet and slippery tiles at the bottom of the bath, held in his arms, and buried my body in the water, embracing him tightly without a thread, and couldn't restrain my slight trembling.

I'm so crazy.Crazy.

"..."

I knelt on his lap, hugging that strong and lean upper body as my only attachment, feeling his fingers crossed behind my waist, pushing me upside down.

There seemed to be a cavity of hot mud in my skull, and my thinking ability was rapidly degraded. I just instinctively wanted to wrestle with him and expand the contact area of ​​my body in order to obtain comfort in disguise.

The temperature of the hot water floating around my body is high, which is the most comfortable water temperature on the body surface. The heat penetrates into the pores, dismembering my constricted back inch by inch, especially when he strokes me up and down.

Then the finger lingered in the vicinity of my tailbone and buttocks, and I struggled violently like an electric shock, and was held tightly in front of me by him like iron clamps.I didn't expect his hand strength to be so strong, probably because he has never been rough on me, and even the eyes reflecting the water waves gradually gave birth to a predatory possessive desire.

He will do what he says.

But now I'm weak all over, and I don't have enough energy to listen to the slightest coaxing.

"Baby."

He held my body flat on the carpet at the edge of the bath, and stepped on the steps submerged in the pool water. The figure fell from above me, and the water droplets flowed over the rough lines of the arm muscles, dripping on my body, and the tattoo was wet. Hazy, like a coquettish ink painting.

He put his arms around the knee sockets of my two legs, and pressed down from above: "Let me try, okay?"

My upper body is bent back, and the lower part of my raised waist is empty. It seems that my legs are tightly closed, but in fact the gap between my buttocks can be seen clearly, and my shame instantly swells to the point of bursting.I supported my body and tried to sit up, but he pressed me back with more force, the half-wet black hair on my forehead fell down, and he kissed my protruding knee.

With his other hand, he rubbed the hole with wet fingertips, and squeezed it in. Two fingers drove straight into the tunnel, and the strange stimulation made me scream. Ten fingers scratched the curly down of the carpet. His breathing involved his body, and he felt more and more the sudden foreign object in the back acupoint.

But his movements didn't stop because of my repulsion.This posture is full of sexual hints, my whole body began to heat up sharply, he lowered his head and blocked my open mouth, his fingers continued to insert deep, knuckles bent, as if massaging the slippery inner wall, the free hand Kneading my buttocks, my fingers imitated the movements of sexual intercourse, and pumped them deeply and shallowly.

So weird.

I wanted to speak, it was so strange and uncomfortable, the blurred syllables were messed up by his lips and tongue, and the tip of my tongue pulled out lewd threads of water.When his finger poked a certain point, my whole body seemed to be opened by a mechanism buried in my body, my body trembled uncontrollably, and my neck leaned back: "Hmm..."

In my panic, I covered my face with the back of my hand, although it was not the first time I lost my composure under his nose, and he knew my sensitive spot, so he concentrated on grinding and crushing that spot, the crotch was so hard that it hit me Semen oozes intermittently from his thighs, the prostate pleasure is enough to drive any unburied virgin like me crazy, the lower body is stimulated to be numb, and the nails are about to tear his arms.

"what……!"

He pushed me to orgasm by turning my legs at an angle and thrusting them hard and fast.

I was panting, so ashamed that I couldn't bear it, my thighs were shaking, and the white turbid liquid was washed away by him with a few handfuls of clean water.

His head was buzzing, the game on the screen stayed on the standby screen, and there was still passion in the air.He washed his hands, drained the soiled water from the pool, got naked, and went to the recliner over the bookshelf to get me a piece of clothing.

"how do you feel?"

I knew what he was referring to. I stretched out my hand and pulled down the collar hanging from my ears. My arms were still trembling, as if my bones had been broken and put back together again. My whole body was soft, but there was something I couldn’t say Comfortable.

"...not bad."

He was sitting next to me. He had just picked up his post-event cigarette and hadn't lit the fire yet. He heard this and said angrily, "It seems that I can't solve technical problems. I will work harder in the future."

I think you save yourself.

As long as your skills are more advanced, I will not be able to survive.

He turned on the lighter, stared at the cigarette butt, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you have anything else to do tomorrow?"