[Black Street] The one-eyed man

We rushed back to the convenience house, just like couples who were just together.

Warwick closed the door bluntly, carried me to the dining table, rested his forehead on mine, and smiled pantingly at me.

He quickly took off his jacket and threw it on the chair next to him, leaving only a pair of loose overalls hanging sexyly on his waist, the shallow grooves sinking into the waistband of the trousers made people think.

"Want to see it again?" he asked me.

I nodded honestly.

He smiled, and deliberately put his thumb into the waistband of his trousers, as if he was teasing me.

I long for him.He took my hand and put it on his chest, I stroked the fur on his chest, sighed contentedly, and put my face on it.

He froze for a moment, then took a light breath: "Hey... is this the catchy one?"

I lick Warwick's neck.He was a little sweaty when he came back from the run and tasted salty to the lick, but I didn't care, breathing in the smell of Warwick greedily.My tongue gradually slid down to his chest, and I bit his chest and sucked it in my mouth. Warwick gasped lowly, which made me shudder.

"Shall I take a shower?" He asked me tentatively, "I'm a little dirty."

I shook my head resolutely, hugged him and kissed, Warwick stopped talking, kissed me, moved his hand to the edge of the table and took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, unbuttoned my trousers and stretched in, the rough fingertips came out from me There was a tingling tingle as it slid across my groin that made me excited.

"Go in." He kissed me and said inarticulately, "Finger."

It's okay, my hands are already in his pants.It is hard under the palm, and the attractive heat can be felt through the underwear.

Seems to have acquiesced to my permission, he went straight down.He hadn't penetrated much, just moved outside and got wet, and the bottom was gently poked by his fingers. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow but uninterrupted pleasure.

He suddenly pulled his finger out, I opened my eyes, and he put the middle finger that had just been inserted half a knuckle into his mouth.I blushed, a little embarrassed and wished he hadn't, I didn't want him to eat something weird.

What makes me ashamed is the charming and enjoying expression on his face. The movement of putting fingers into his mouth and slowly pulling them out is suggestive of sex. Just looking at it makes me feel hot all over my body.

He put his finger in again and probed lightly, "It's not enough."

I twisted my waist forward and grabbed him tightly with my legs, just wanting him to go in faster.

"Be good, don't worry, it's still a little dry." He thought for a while, "Is lubricant okay?"

I was about to grab him and tell him to stop and go in, he reassured me and I went to find lube, Warwick may be a foreplay star, there is a kind of "it's not good if you don't do the foreplay well and make the girl comfortable" Do" compulsion.

He opened the cabinet: "Strawberry flavor?"

"I like unscented." I whispered.I used to use lubricants when I used small toys. I am not used to fruity flavors, so I use more flavorless ones.

Warwick leaned against the cabinet, looking at me with a half-smile as if he'd seen it all.His eyes are gentle, just like himself.

He took a bottle of colorless and odorless and put it next to me, and unbuttoned my jacket until half of my underwear was exposed. His voice was low and seductive: "Will you miss me when you...? Huh?"

I nodded, and he smiled contentedly like a sneaky cat: "Really? What would you think of me?"

He pressed me, "Tell me, huh?"

"With your fingers...with your mouth..." My words seemed to be squeezed out of my teeth.

"Okay, that's enough for you, let's use our hands first and then our mouths." Warwick's muffled laugh rang in my ears, and his exhalation made my ears burn.

He just took off my trousers a little bit, when there was a strange noise in the living room, our movements froze.

Warwick stared at me, and I stared at him, our eyes met.

He followed the sound to the back of the old sofa in the living room, and found a small figure squeezed between the sofa and the wall, struggling hard.

"Master Lyco?"

Master Lyco was untied by Warwick, and he couldn't stop calling Nicholas an asshole.

He entrusted Warwick and Nicholas to bring him to the convenience house for protection for a period of time. Nicholas brought him here in the morning. He bought a box lunch and the young master didn’t like it, and made a sandwich. Get up and throw it behind the sofa.

Warwick couldn't laugh or cry.

I sat aside and Warwick took one of my hands and rubbed it against my palm, I tried to pull it out but couldn't.

Master Lyco, who was in his early ten years, looked at me, and then at Warwick, who was naked from the upper body, blushed, and said viciously with the few vicious words he knew: "You hateful—slutty the—shameless—”

Warwick lit a cigarette and gave him a sideways look. "What my girlfriend and I do is none of your business, brat."

Master Lyco choked, and opened his mouth angrily.

"Master, I advise you to behave better in my territory." Warwick put away his usual smile and looked at him indifferently, "The current situation is completely tilted towards your mother, Mrs. Philia." , I don’t want to get caught up in the fire. I took the risk of picking you up to take your money, not to wipe your ass.”

Mrs. Philia of the Lyco family?Isn't that his regular customer when he was a cowherd? That rich lady could see Warwick three times a week for a long time, and she was the object of my envy and envy.

"She's not my mother!" Master Lyco said angrily. He didn't seem to be able to accept the smell of Warwick's cigarettes. After taking a puff, he began to cough violently, coughing and saying, "Do you think she can take power? But It's just sleeping with my elder brother."

Mom and big brother...that doesn't sound like a normal thing at all.I looked at Master Lyco, he was so angry that his eyes could breathe fire.I feel a little pathetic for him, even though he is a rich young master.

"My elder brother is too incompetent to be deceived by such a woman. She wants to drive me away from the Lyco family and make my elder brother his own? She is dreaming!"

Warwick just looked at him: "What's the use of you complaining to me? You can call her your stepmother or a biao, but as long as you can't kill her, she will always step on your head .”

Master Lyco didn't seem to be able to accept the word "biaozi" very well, his face was flushed with anger, but he couldn't speak.

Warwick stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up his clothes, patted me, and mumbled, "I'll take you home."

He took the lubricant away and put it back into the cabinet, closed it, patted the door of the cabinet, and raised an eyebrow at Master Lyco: "Kids, don't move."

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