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I lay on the bed with my waist pressed down, and my hips were raised to facilitate Andre's thrusting movements.The genitals slowly opened the acupoint, and the feeling of soreness and swelling burned, and I cried out softly.

"Well... this speed is good." I breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't go too fast—ah!"

Andre pushed hard to the end, and my voice was stuck in my throat.Even though it was lubricated enough, the intestines were still painfully rubbed, mixed with vague pleasure.Andre did it on purpose, he can definitely understand such a simple sentence.I turned around in anger, but he held my back and couldn't move.

Forget it, let him go.I struggled a few times and found that I couldn't break free. Instead, the scalp-numbing pleasure rose from the inside to the top of my head, and the lubricating fluid flowed down the buttocks to the perineum, which stimulated me.He did it very slowly today, deliberately pushing the top of the sensitive zone. I twisted my waist while masturbating myself to facilitate the movement of his waist and abdomen.

Andre made my whole body go limp, and I trembled all over. For a while, I felt like a plump and overripe berry, and for a while, I felt so cool that I melted into a puddle of water. Hearing the groans made me blush.

"It's so comfortable..." I rubbed my butt, and the glandular fluid dripped into my hand, and I murmured obsessively, "Well, it's great..."

The curtains in the room are drawn tightly. I like this kind of tight and dark room, which allows me to relax and enjoy sex more.I pulled the pillow under my waist to save effort, so as not to lose strength from kneeling for a long time.Andre really likes doggy style... I thought in a daze, it's a pity that I can't see his pretty face.

Andre likes to grind my prostate.In fact, I enjoy the vague pleasure of lightly brushing it more, because once he pulls out and grinds against it, I will be easily driven to collapse by the excessive pleasure.But every time he likes to thrust there when I'm about to ejaculate, the gut meat instinctively tightens the genitals, I'm tortured by his bad taste and I gasp intermittently, crying unbearably for him to penetrate.

"Don't do it...it's going to break..." I said intermittently, "Don't put it there...insert it deeper..."

As if Andre hadn't heard of it, he continued to grind the sensitive zone. My genital spasm was about to orgasm, and I couldn't even breathe.

This time it was really too much, it was like being pushed to the edge of orgasm in one breath, and my whole body was too sensitive.This overwhelming pleasure forced me to crawl forward desperately to avoid his top, but was pushed in by my waist, and Andre even reached out to pinch my nipples and rubbed them, which was physically stimulating Tears fell unconsciously on the bed sheet, and I gasped in shock as he penetrated and ejaculated.

After the orgasm, I limp down, and Andre let go of my hand and told me to turn over and lie down. The tears couldn't stop for a while, and they were sticky and uncomfortable on my face.It's embarrassing to cry like this.He took off the condom and came close to my face to rub his genitals. With a muffled grunt, he ejaculated on my face and neck.With my mouth slightly open, I looked blankly at his sweaty blond hair, shining brightly in the dim room.

Semen is slightly bitter, mixed with the taste of tears.

"Where did you get the medicine?" I stared at Andre, almost fuming with anger, "Are you fucking sick? Who the hell told you to give me this?"

After taking a shower, I saw the small medicine bottle on the table in the room, and it smelled like a faint apple smell, and the warm water that Andre handed me before had the same smell.I thought it was because he didn't clean the glass after drinking apple juice, and drank half a glass without paying attention, and then I didn't think much about it after we rolled on the bed-I just said how I was cowarded today, and I was so cowardly by such a fledgling The novice is crying!

He brushed his hair and came out with a calm face as if he didn't hear.I got angry when I saw his expression, and pretended not to understand when he did something bad.But it was useless to talk to him. I held the bottle of medicine in front of him and said coldly, "I lost it."

Unhappily, he took the medicine and threw it into the trash can, and looked at me confidently, with the expression that I had already lost it, which was equivalent to an apology.I don't want to quarrel after making love, and besides, I'm tired: "Don't have a next time... It's not that I don't cooperate, this will cause great damage to the body..."

——What's the use of talking, anyway, he doesn't care about my health, he only cares about feeling good.

I kept my mouth shut, passed him out of the room, and switched my WeChat account to see if there was any news.Song Cheng just returned my invitation to dinner.My waist is still sore, but I perked up as soon as I saw his message.

Song Cheng: Okay, I’m free recently

I licked my lips, and said with discretion: Let's go tomorrow, or should we meet near your house?It's more convenient for you

Satisfied with sending the message, I looked up and saw a bouquet of fresh bouquets of bonsai from the florist on the coffee table, and one of the pots of daffodils was beautifully trimmed.

I have an annual card in this flower shop, and they will come to deliver flowers every day and help with bonsai, which is also a little bit of fun in my boring life.

I suddenly became interested. After thinking about it, I moved it to the wall to make the background look as old as possible. For this reason, I went to get old bed sheets and put them on the bed. I took a few photos and sent them to Moments ——Accompanying text "I bought daffodils for my younger brother, he likes them very much"——Even if I am a trumpet, I have to carefully shape my image. After all, in his eyes, I am Jun Yan, a strong young man who loves life but suffers from ill-fated fate.

My anger towards Andre disappeared after such a toss. I turned around and found him standing behind me. When I saw him, I couldn't help but think of the image of the younger brother who was "sick and paralyzed in bed", and felt a little funny.Still looking indifferent, he reached out and handed me a hot towel.

I raised my eyebrows in doubt, and he said word by word: "Here, wipe your face."

It turned out that the tears were still dry on my face, and it was tight and uncomfortable, but I didn't realize it at all.I couldn't tell what it felt like, so I just smiled and took the towel and put it on my eyes. The steam covered my eyelids, which was so comfortable that it was almost sore.

The phrase thank you was in my mouth, but I didn't say it in the end.