[Black Street] The one-eyed man

When I arrived at the convenience house, Master Lyco was still locked in the small black room. I don't know why this time.Warwick was lying on his side on the sofa, fiddling with the remote control like any middle-aged uncle. He was smoking a cigarette irritably, turned the volume of the TV to the maximum, and his eyebrows and eyes relaxed a little when he saw me coming.Master Lyco cried for a while in the small black room, but when he saw no one was paying attention to him, he gradually calmed down.

"Hmm." Warwick tugged at me, and I sank onto the couch, which sank and let out a high-pitched wail.He just pressed the cigarette on the cardboard, hugged me, buried his head in my arms, and said, "Ella sauce, I'm hungry."

"Yesterday I left leftovers in the fridge."

"Nick ate it all, in the morning." He rolled over so I could run my fingers through his hair, which was shoulder length, and it felt good to hold a handful in my hand.

"Why didn't I cook a little? The dishes are all cut and put in the kitchen."

"I don't want to move, my back hurts after finishing yesterday." He lay on my lap, put his head on my stomach, and said lazily.

"...It's because you're old and in poor health."

"Who said that even when I'm old, I'm in good health. You can tell by touching it." He pulled my hand over and stuffed it into the vest to feel the hard and bulging muscles. I stopped when I reached the loose waistband, "It's all Ella's fault, she kept saying 'deeper', 'I want more' and so on. I went there many times and drained me, a middle-aged man. "

I immediately covered his mouth: "Hey, don't say it!"

"Why can't I say it?" He pretended to be innocent, "Did I say something wrong?"

My hands froze while touching his hair.Indeed...that's right.But... Even if I did follow the instinct of the body many times yesterday, don't say it, it's too shameful.

"It's okay, I love you, as long as you're comfortable, it's fine even if I'm exhausted on the bed." He raised his eyebrows and smiled badly, stretched out his hand to pinch my face, and his eyes curled up like crescent moons.

His sensual and seductive words fell into my ears, and my ears gradually became hot because of him, as if they were burning.I pulled out my hand and stood up: "I... I'm going to cook."

"I want to eat cheesecake!" His smiling voice surrounded me behind me, and I couldn't drive him away.

I hesitated at the door of the small black room for a while, and then knocked on the door: "Master Lyco, do you want to eat something?"

The squeamish young master seems to have become obedient through some special education methods in the past two days, and he no longer yelled for red wine lobster. He said coldly: "Whatever." Warwick's "Cheesecake" was just as puffy, adding: "Don't make me a sweet one."

I have the kitchen all to myself. Warwick and Nicholas have rarely been in the kitchen since I came to the convenience house. I can do whatever I want.

I put the cream in the refrigerator to freeze, and when I closed the refrigerator door, someone hugged me from behind and pressed me to the refrigerator, surrounded me with a smell of smoke.

"Warwick..." I deliberately pretended to be helpless, but in fact my voice was full of excitement that couldn't be concealed.

"Is the cake ready?"

"How is it possible...the egg liquid has just been beaten."

"Hmm..." He covered my eyes with a big hand, and the moist and hot palms covering the eyes felt warm and comfortable.He buried his head in my shoulder, and with the other hand, he pushed my hair away and exhaled on my neck, "Do you want to do something else first? The kitchen... Try it?"

"Don't you have a backache? I can't bear to let you die from exhaustion."

"It's okay..." He said in a low voice, and kicked the kitchen door shut with his legs.I was imprisoned by him between the refrigerator and the sofa, and his hands lifted my skirt from below, rubbing the skin of my thighs until he touched the edge of the safety pants, "As long as you are more restrained, don't yell darker and heavier over and over again , your boyfriend can't die."

My body couldn't help shaking because of his words. My legs twitched and I almost couldn't stand still. Warwick put his knees between my legs to prevent me from slipping down, and his hands held the safety pants together. The panties were ripped down to the thighs, and there was a complete vacuum under the skirt.I yelled but didn't speak, because I suddenly found that I also seemed to like this kind of secret and shameful play.

The outer shell of the refrigerator was hot, and I was sticking to the refrigerator, with my upper body clothes intact, and started to sweat.

"Can we continue?" he asked in my ear.

I don't seem to have any other choice but to nod.

"Is it okay for me to use my mouth this time...huh?" He tentatively touched it, "I saw cream and mayonnaise, do you want to use it? Or... just using your mouth is very comfortable?"

"You... why don't you go in?"

"It's inconvenient to be here, it will mess up your clothes, let you be comfortable first, okay?"

My mind went blank, short term memory, so short that he asked this question and forgot what the last one was.With my back to him, I couldn't see his expression, I could only feel him squatting down, holding my leg to adjust the height, and blowing air down.

"Can you stand still? If you can't, I will carry you to the pool to do it."

"……can."

I was dying of shame, but every nerve was excited, they seemed to be quite addicted to this shame, the more I blushed, the more violent my body's reaction was, the fluid stuck to the inner thighs, and I was beaten by Wally. Gram licked off.My upper body was sweat-soaked and clinging to me uncomfortably, but I didn't have time to beg Warwick to take off my clothes and let go of the bondage.

"Warwick...deeper..."

"Hiss... It's too tight to let go... How long can you expect your tongue to be, baby, bear with it..."

"hot……"

"Okay, it's too wet, I'm afraid it will flow down, so don't move."

"Warwick..."

"Well, it's okay to call, I'm closed."

"Warwick..."

"I told you not to move..."

Turns out it took a long time to make the cake.

When I opened the door of the small black room, Master Lyco stared at me with hatred, I felt guilty and looked around: "Let's eat."

He looked at the cheesecake in my hand, then at me: "I told you I don't eat sweets."

"Children are fussy eaters and grow up to be ugly," Warwick said aloud in the living room.

Master Lyco stomped the floor in anger, but he seemed to understand that there was no end to talking back to Warwick, and silently took my plate.

"Here's the tissue."

"Thank you."

Master Lyco looked at the plate in front of him, suddenly raised his head and said to me: "You eat first."

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"He's worried that you'll poison him." Warwick leaned against the door at some point, "Little brat, it's okay if you poison you on a paper towel, what an idiot."

Master Lyco still looked at me persistently, as if he would rather starve to death if I didn't try a bite.

I took a bite, and Master Lyco reluctantly picked up his fork and began to eat.

"A real young master dares to eat any kind of meat." Warwick gulped his mouthful of cake, his voice muffled.

"What do you know!" the young master murmured, "Didn't you used to be the son of the family, as if you were so brave..." Warwick put away his smile, and his voice gradually dropped.

I looked at Warwick, but he fell silent.

The author has something to say: Ah... I have to write the plot again, so annoying, so annoying qwq

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