[Black Street] The one-eyed man

I'm sorry, very sorry.My sweet time with Warwick was interrupted by a child.

I thought Master Lyco was a miserable wretch, but when I thought about it, I was very angry and started to complain about that kid.

The room was dark, and I lay tossing and turning in bed, still throbbing and reminiscing about Warwick's kisses during the day.I can close my eyes and think of Warwick's lips, chest, and... fingers.Some things will make my heart move more when I recall them. I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep, clamped my legs, and buried my face in the quilt with a blushing face.

I hugged the pillow on the bed and pretended I was hugging a naked Warwick, but this was obviously self-deception, the soft inner core of the inferior pillow was not interesting at all, I hugged it for a while thrown aside.

After lying down for a while, there was a rustling sound outside the window, and after a while, I heard regular knocking on the window, which was a signal that Warwick and I had agreed upon, and sometimes my mother-in-law would stare at me meanly The part-time job wouldn't let me leave, so Warwick sneaked in to find me with a secret sign.

I jumped out of bed excitedly and opened the old creaking window. Warwick's tall figure squatted outside the window, looking a little funny.I was so happy, I threw myself on him and hugged him, Warwick covered my mouth so I wouldn't talk too loudly, and we hugged and kissed.

It was difficult for his tall frame to get in through the window, and he had complained several times that he hated the grocery store window and would have to install a new one someday—the one in my room, if not all of it.

"I miss you baby." He stuck behind me and hugged my waist like a big dog.

"Me too." I rubbed his face, "I'm so glad you came to see me tonight."

We huddled together in a cot, Warwick lying on his side next to me, propping his head up and smiling at me, never taking his eyes off my face.My face was hot from his stare, and I got into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Where's Master Lyco?" I asked in a low voice.

"That kid... oh, Nicholas locked him in the hut for being a picky eater again at night." He put his fingers in my hair, playing with my hair as if he was resting.I like when people touch my hair, especially Warwick, the feeling of rubbing the pads of his fingers against the scalp is very refreshing, and I feel that he can fall asleep comfortably when he touches me like this.

I turned over and exposed the left half of my head: "I want to touch this side too."

"Okay." This night he seemed quite gentle and pampering, as if all my requests could be fulfilled.

In order to facilitate the use of his hands, he also switched sides. When turning over, something fell out of the side pocket of his trousers and hit me. It was the bottle of colorless and odorless lubricant.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly: "I shouldn't have put it in my trouser pocket."

I looked at the small bottle in my hand for a while: "Well...it doesn't matter, I have to use it anyway."

Warwick covered his eyes and sighed: "No, I'm old, every time it starts like this...not romantic." He looked like a middle-aged person who was disappointed when everything went wrong. I was amused by him, he Humming and pricking my chin with stubble, I was a little itchy but didn't dare to laugh out loud, and kept hiding.

"Well... don't hide, let me hold you." He hugged me with a smirk, put his hands on my stomach and pinched my flesh, and moved his hands up, into the pajamas with a large collar, and touched them. chest.The room fell silent instantly, I turned my back to him, and he hugged me from behind, rubbing his hands restlessly.

"Is it comfortable?" He lowered his voice and asked close to my ear, deliberately blowing into my ear.

I was shivered by him, and my toes tightened.

"I don't want to be interrupted again this time." He took off my pajamas. "Shall we make it to the end? Huh?"

"Sheets..." I whispered.

Warwick thought for a moment, took off his vest, and said helplessly, "I was too anxious when I came here... use this as a cushion."

He reached down, and my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and I could see his smiling eyes.

I don't think I need to use any more lube, but Warwick still doesn't think it's wet enough inside.

"It's easier to put your fingers in..." He stroked his fingers up and down for a while, and with a smirk, he swept my eyes with the tip of his hair, "I want to see you wet."

My mind was blank, like a lower animal immersed in primitive desires, and only sensual pleasures could make me respond.Warwick seemed to like the way I was indulging, and he tortured the nerves that transmit pleasure even more.I don't dislike him saying these shameful dirty words, on the contrary, I like it very much, and I like it so much that every word of his makes me tremble more violently.

"Warwick..." It felt so good to have my fingers buried in my body, I rubbed his fingers restlessly, but he was too late to put the second one in, and I couldn't help but scream , the high-pitched cry stopped in his throat and was kissed by him.

"Shh... I know you're comfortable, don't bark."

I squinted and squinted my eyes, so comfortable that it was difficult to open them awake.The cool lubricant melted inside, and the warm liquid fused with other liquids, and it was hard to tell what was what, only Warwick's fingers were still so clear to the touch.I heard Warwick say "I love you" in my ear, and my whole body heated up with excitement. This furtive feeling made my excitement even stronger. It was an uncontrollable pleasure.

I even grabbed Warwick's hand when he pulled it out, and he smiled, very softly: "Just put on a condom, don't be so anxious, it will satisfy you."

There was no pain when I actually entered it, it was as easy as pushing a boat along the water.The foreplay was stretched so long that the senses became extremely sensitive, and the slightest movement would make my brain send happy signals.I knew Warwick was already moving rather slowly and restrainedly, and we could only hear sexy panting sounds from each other as we curled up under the covers, and I felt his sinuous back, the lines of his muscles attractive.He was sweating, and I was sweating too, soaking the sheets.The vest under the buttocks is no longer in the corner of the bed, but none of us bothered.

"Are you okay?" He asked me out of breath, pinning my sweaty hair behind his ear.This kind of deliberate suppression is great, I flinched, and he frowned impatiently, pressing down on my shoulders.

In the end, I don’t know when it stopped. The peak moment came a little too quickly. I was not ready, and I was overwhelmed by a huge surprise. At that moment, my scalp was numb, and I just wanted to hug him tightly. Warwick also gave I got the same response, neither of us said anything, Warwick resisted, put his finger in my mouth and let me suck it.

I fell asleep right away afterwards, and I didn't find out until the next day when Warwick wiped the goo off while I was asleep.

The author has something to say: Be sure to compose Sushao's deep voice and repeat it silently three times in your heart: I love Sushao!

(Who... who said I overturned the car!)