[Comprehensive] sense of existence

On Christmas Eve, Stark held a Christmas Eve party on the top floor of his building.

You can see girls with Santa hats in the middle of the bunny ears, and handsome muscular guys with bunny ears. The cute decorations add a touch of cuteness to their sunny and strong figures, without aggression.

According to Natasha's proposal and the objections of all the men present, Stark chose a compromise.The handsome male waiter is only wearing nothing on his upper body, and his lower body is sexy and wild jeans.A red apron is loosely tied around the waist, half covering the muscle lines from the waist to the crotch.It caused the women present to look sideways frequently and drank a lot of champagne.

Alalei, who was always comfortable and comfortable, wore a tight-fitting dress for the first time this time. She has a good figure and a pretty face that doesn't seem to be pretentious, which made her get the most glances from the male waiter.

She was quite happy, holding juice and sipping at the bar, remembering that she would be hit by the professor when she was drunk, her eyes kept rolling on a group of dangling white muscles.

Until a person stopped beside her.

"Have you enjoyed watching?" Charles asked softly, with his hands on Alale's shoulders, and his eyes lightly glanced around, those handsome guys who had taken a fancy to Alale left naturally with interest.

"You're here at last." Alale nearly threw up after drinking juice, turned the bar chair, and said with a smile, "I thought you didn't want to come and see the bunny girl."

"I never look at them." Charles sat opposite Arale, nodded to the bartender and ordered a glass of wine.

Alalei narrowed her eyes, bent her fingers and tapped on the table, "Who are you kidding?"

She still remembers how she was like a fish in water in the bar to deceive female students and admirers.

"Now I only see you alone."

Charles' voice was soft and gentle, like a cat's tail sweeping across her heart, itching to grab it.She found Charles's intonations so good that they should be recorded and listened to a hundred times without tire.

"Are those male models good-looking?"

They are all male models hired as waiters, how can they not look good.

Arale shook her head firmly, imitating what he said just now with a shy face: "I'm not as good-looking as you, I only want to look at you."

Charles turned sideways, propped up his chin, half-lidded his eyelids, and the corners of his lips curled into a nice arc.

"lie."

But Arale still felt that he was in a very happy mood.Therefore, not only women like to listen to love words, but men will not be spared either.

"You are prettier than them all, how can my boyfriend be so good-looking."

Arale was very complacent when she said this, "Now such a good-looking person said that he only wants to look at me."

Charles still supported his chin with one hand, seeing her boastful appearance, turned his face sideways, the smile on his lips betrayed himself.

"You look like you drank fake wine." He took away the fruit juice that Alare wanted to drink in one gulp, sniffed it, and found that there was actually a little alcohol in the so-called juice drink.

Sure enough, it is fake wine.

"I didn't touch any alcohol after listening to you." Apart from taking advantage of her mouth, Arale's expression and movements were normal.

"When are we going to have dinner?" She looked at the untouchable flesh for a long time. Now that she saw someone more attractive than those, she naturally didn't look at anything. Anyway, Charles was here, and the male waiters Nor will they deliberately show their buttocks and muscles around themselves.

"Won't you play a little longer?"

Charles glanced at Stark who was still flirting with the bunny girl in the distance, "Stark has given Peter the shield to send to Steve."

"He's just hard-spoken and soft-hearted." Alale grabbed Charles's hand and played with his slender fingers boringly, "I just said that the two of you will definitely figure it out, and the length of time depends on their hearts." knot size."

"It's boring to play here. I didn't even eat afternoon tea in order to wait for your dinner."

"You don't usually have the habit of drinking afternoon tea." Charles exposed this fact. He got up and helped Arale up, and put the suit jacket on her body. When she stood up, he noticed the skirt that was so short that it almost exposed the thighs.

"This style doesn't suit you."

He leaned over and passed his hand under her arm, with a faint scent of his own.When I got up again, the smell was slowly taken away, which made Arale feel a little regretful.

The coat was tied around her waist, and Charles carefully knotted the sleeves for her.

Arale simply rushed forward, put his arms around Charles' neck, and stared at him with bright eyes.

"Huh?" The tone rose, with a conniving laziness.

"I'm hungry." She licked her lips and said slowly, "I want to eat you."

The hand resting on her waist stopped, and Charles whispered softly: "You will regret it."

"Why regret it again?" Arale frowned unhappily, "I won't regret it."

She didn't know what kind of "regret" Charles was talking about, and she realized it painfully later.

"Let's go to dinner." Charles took her hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and stopped talking about the topic she had just raised.

It's all hinted like this, and this person is still indifferent.Arale was led away by him in frustration, thinking that she might not be able to give this gift.

The dinner that Charles ordered was not far from here, and it took only a few minutes to drive there.

A luxurious five-star hotel, the presidential suite on the top floor overlooks the night view of New York.

Especially New York on Christmas Eve, charming and beautiful, quiet and peaceful, constantly glowing with new life under the protection of superheroes.

Arale didn't see where the suite in the presidential suite was. When she was ushered out by the waiter from the elevator, she was dizzy with all the turns and turns, and finally came to a private dining room.

They were the only customers in the restaurant.

Quite large tables were filled with food and there was not a single waiter standing around to serve them.

Alale looked around curiously. The lights here are warm and dim. The endless night view outside the window seems to be stepping on the sky over New York with the gaze of the examiner. The deep and elegant cello accompaniment flows slowly in the restaurant, an indescribable feeling Ambiguity spread quietly.

After the waiter brought them up, he left without a sound.

There were only the two of them left, which felt strange.

"Isn't this kind of high-end restaurant surrounded by a large group of people to serve us?"

Arale was pulled by Charles and walked over.

"I will serve you today."

Charles lifted her hand and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand.

Arale was inexplicably embarrassed.

"Let's just eat whatever we want, no need..."

She was held in place by Charles.

Then a layer of black ribbon was gently covered over her eyes.

Seeing that her eyes were covered, the darkness in her vision made her nervous.She laughed dryly: "Let's eat... This will put the fork in the nostrils."

"I said I was here to serve you."

Charles' voice was heart-stopping allure.

Arale shut her mouth.

Her hands and feet were also bound.

This is...

"Prevent you from spilling the soup."

Charles took his time.

Arale replied very seriously: "Do you know what is on my neck? It's IQ."

She moved awkwardly, feeling that this way of playing seemed to reduce her to a roasted whole lamb on a steel pipe.

"What do you want to eat?" His voice seemed farther away.It should be choosing dishes for her at the table.

Although this kind of service method is a bit weird, when thinking of Charles feeding herself, Arale can't help but look forward to it.

"Drink your throat first." She began to order him with peace of mind.

Soon there was an extra cup rim on the lips, and Arale's red lips took two sips along the rim, which was sour and sweet, and brought a sweet aftertaste on the tip of the tongue.

She smacked her lips: "This is delicious, what kind of drink is it, why haven't I had it before?"

"Cherry Bomb. A cocktail specially designed for ladies." Charles explained to her.

"Wine?" She blinked, "I don't feel the smell of wine at all."

"I chose it for you."

Arale pursed her lips and said happily, "Then I'll have a few more sips."

She waits.

Waiting for the lips to come into contact with another wonderful softness, then the tip of the tongue protruded and opened her teeth, a sweet liquid moved along the gap and touched her mouth, completely different from the first bite. A scalp-numbing sourness broke away from the sweetness, and with a bang, it became top-heavy.

Arale finally understood the feeling of the bomb, and only then did she understand Charles' so-called service...

Her cheeks flushed red with the alcohol.

"What else do you want to eat?"

Arale: "..."

She shook her head frantically, "Don't eat, don't eat."

If you eat yourself again, you will be regarded as the last supper, the duck meat in your mouth, the grass beside the rabbit's nest...

Charles slowly watched her chin lift slowly.

Arale shut her mouth tightly.

He was not in a hurry. He rubbed her neck with his fingertips. It didn't hurt but itched like an ant biting a bone. If people couldn't avoid it, it would be better to relieve her itch.

Alale's head gradually became heavy, and the temperature on his face continued to rise. There was a feeling of dizziness, and he was forced to raise his head.

"Are the waiters nice?"

Ala Lei's head is a bit heavy, but her head is still clear.She immediately thought of what she said jokingly in the group, and then realized that all this was Charles' revenge.

"You...Of course you are the prettiest."

Arale is not very articulate, and there is a voice in her heart that keeps ringing, thirsty desire, this little wine can't satisfy the dryness in her throat.

The low cello sound suddenly changed to blues, and a familiar sound came back to her memory.

Pole dancing night.

Charles gently pulled the collar of the white shirt and gradually pulled it down...

She couldn't help but want to take off the blindfold to see if he was serving her with seductive gestures now.

A strawberry dipped in fresh cream was passed to his mouth.Alale took a bite, the juice spread in her mouth, and with the sweetness of the cream, she swallowed her saliva, her facial features became more acute after she lost her sight, her lips were sucked again, as if teasing you all the time The tight string in my head, I can't. I can't help it. I can't help but want more.

Arale's alcohol became stronger.

She whimpered softly, wanting more with dissatisfaction.

But Charles didn't want her to succeed, his fingers brushed across her neck, causing Arale to tremble slightly.

It's so sad, he obviously did it on purpose.

I can't see it, I can only think wildly, imagining whether Charles' fierce kiss on the lips left traces of cream, or whether he was short of breath, and his eyebrows and eyes were stained with love.

Arale is gone.She was so teased by Charles that she almost lost her will, and could only try to get more of his services over and over again.

She wanted to hug him, to kiss, to have him touch more.

"I was wrong." She threw down her armor and turned into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Charles' voice was calm, at least it sounded so, a soft breath passed by her ears, "Old and fading..."

"I was talking nonsense." She didn't realize that he was so close to her, and her body subconsciously tensed up.

Unknowingly, her hands were untied, she was picked up by Charles, and suddenly pressed up, this time the kiss was more intense than the previous two gentle ones, it rained down on the skin like a storm, and the air seemed to be raised a few degrees.

The short skirt was lifted, and Arale was wrapped around him like a koala, easily lifted by him, and stumbled into the suite at the back door of the restaurant.

Both of them fell into the soft bed, their clothes fell all over the floor, and the blindfold fell off at this moment.

After getting used to the light, she saw Charles' beast-like eyes filled with suppressed desire and emotion.

Eyes were clearly on her underwear.

The black lace underwear was half hidden and half exposed, and the delicate skin like white jade tofu brought a strong visual impact to it.

She was a little embarrassed.

Muttering: "It's a Christmas Eve gift for you."

Give me to you, entrust you wholeheartedly.

Charles' eyes darkened and he breathed steadily.

He gently stroked Arale's soft hair.

She said softly, "Very beautiful."

Arale pursed her lips, taking advantage of the drunkenness, she took the initiative to put her hands on his neck.

His kisses fell on her in pieces, and Arale's feet curled up unsteadily.

Breathing and temperature are blended, and for the first time, it is much more comfortable than imagined.She didn't know how long Charles had been holding back, but she only knew that he kept asking for it, and almost shed tears with discomfort and dissatisfaction. Every impact made her moan and whimper.

Until the moment when she lost her will, she was still thinking, fortunately, fortunately, Charles can move on his own, otherwise she would not be able to satisfy him at all even if her legs were weak from exhaustion.

The author has something to say:-

The next professor's radio station, I don't know when it will be updated, so let's take a few days off.Happy Friday everyone~~~