C21 Sober Surrogate
Just kissing was already the case.
Not to mention anything else.
He was an expert.
Because of his misconception, he kept trying to curry favor with the woman in his arms.
What he had learned from other women, he had come back to her in a roundabout way... Double, double, let her enjoy...
She lost her strength to struggle in the midst of her confusion. She didn't want to struggle, so she just let him pick her up and flip her over, as if he were kneading a ball of noodles.
But at one moment, he suddenly felt pain.
At that moment, she suddenly felt something strange.
It was not the usual heart-wrenching pain described in books.
He felt a little numb, as if he had been bitten by an ant. It was as if his entire body had been split apart.
However, she didn't cry out or cry out, because he had already sealed her lips completely shut … She couldn't make a sound.
The kiss deepened.
That was the legendary French kiss – although they were not French, some instincts were shared by humans. When he was in deep love with her, he mistook her for a lifetime's dream. He picked up more nectar between her fragrant lips and repeated it over and over again … She felt a sense of familiarity when she was half asleep, just like when he was playing countless pranks. It was light, shallow, and full of twists and turns, causing her head to become dizzy from lack of oxygen …
The whole rhythm had changed.
He no longer had any tender feelings for the fairer sex, nor was he tired of it. He only relied on his animal instinct to speed up his incomparably joyful impulses …
In this room, only the primitive and barbaric nature of animals remained.
He lay on top of her... ingratiating, gentle, sometimes brutal... He had used all sorts of tricks on her body without restraint.
Because it was warm.
It was exceptionally soft.
It was like falling into a pile of cotton.
It was originally a strange feeling, but he was too drunk to distinguish it … He only felt that this woman, this woman … It was as if he had been thinking about her dreams for many days, yearning for her so many times that she would become warm … It was like the first time he got her...
In his heart, he was laughing and singing … Heh, Yue Ming, Yue Ming, you have finally changed for me!
The iceberg lady finally melted for me.
Do you know, what I love, what I pursue, is always your warmth, not your cold back.
Could it be that he wanted to use all his sincerity? He was so elated that he almost exploded.
Little Treasure only felt pain.
However, her pain was his happiness.
He had already lost himself in madness, not caring about her pain at all as he shouted from head to toe. This kind of feeling was something he had never experienced before … Like a fish that had been thirsty for a long time, he finally entered the water. It was so warm and moist that it caused people to become addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves for a long time …
That kind of joy was limitless and would constantly expand. It was like piles of cotton candy that were infinitely larger, larger, and larger in the limited space …
At the best of times, he twisted her body.
At that time, her body was at an incredible angle. However, she was still docile towards him, just like real cotton candy, which could easily be turned into any of his favorite characters in his hands …
Behind her, he tightly embraced her. At that time, his mind was almost crazed with joy. He stood at the highest point of a mountain peak, climbing for a long time, yearning for a long time … That was why he was surprisingly gentle... It was like treating the most precious thing in life...
After a long time, the fish were finally released from the water like a new fish.
He suddenly lost control of her strength and gasped for breath, unable to contain his joy. At that moment, she raised her head in an indescribable feeling, just in time to meet his gaze.
He stared at her, their eyelashes almost lightly entwined, like the fate of a lifetime. Once again, he touched that moist luster. It was like a cicada that had just broken its wings, light and gentle, a soundless warmth. The wet kiss in between her hair, that clean and pure fragrance …
He laughed. What a fascinating moment!
At this moment.
Yue Ming, Yue Ming, so this is how it is! You can bring me this unparalleled pleasure.
The initial disappointment and anger had long since been replaced by novelty and affection. During the night, the music continued to play without end, time and time again.
He did not know how much time had passed before he finally collapsed from exhaustion. The moment he closed his eyes, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.
She wasn't asleep.
Little Treasure had always been unable to wake up from his thunderstorm, but today his eyes were wide open.
His body was in pain, as if it had fallen apart.
Every inch of his body was deeply imprinted with his kiss.
Even she could feel that her entire body was bruised and bruised.
So much so that when you lie on the bed, you feel that the bed is terrible.
Moonlight came in through the window.
The leaves swayed and the flowers bloomed faintly.
It turned out that spring had come.
She was not distressed by the pain, nor was she ashamed. Even when he was infatuated with her, and intimately whispered "Yue Ming, Yue Ming" on her lips one after another, she didn't feel embarrassed at all …
His heart was dull, like a machine that had rusted long ago.
Li Xiaobo who had no heart and no liver.
She only glanced sideways at the man lying beside her. He slept poorly, sprawled on his back, and slept soundly with his big hands across her chest.
She took his hand away, but he turned over quickly and simply lay flat on her chest, his big hands outstretched, his fingers interlaced to hold hers tight.
She did not push him again.
Are the other men and women like this?
She didn't know.
However, it was certain that there were more than just couples in this world. Especially between husband and wife, a lot of them didn't care at all. What was good that couldn't be obtained was good, and what got there quickly grew tired of it.
Many couples are asexual.
She was his mistress, wasn't she?
He provided her with food and clothing so that she could get what she wanted.
Wasn't all of this the right thing to do?
Her purpose here, or the end of it, was the same, wasn't it?
Even though, during the most intense moment, he kept calling out, "Yue Ming …" "Yue Ming …"
She did not feel sad at all, nor did she feel disappointed.
A fair deal, this man wasn't wrong.
If it was something that could be bought with money, why use emotions?
So did she.
Calm and tired, she quickly fell asleep.
The morning sun rose.
The azaleas bloomed, the spring flowers bloomed, and Rose, dressed in all sorts of clothes, couldn't help but reveal her pink little face as she peeked into the world.
The tender yellow leaves of the wutong tree extended, and clusters of small flowers bloomed.
The Wutong Pavilion was brimming with the feeling of spring.
Qu Cun's eyelids twitched a few times.
It's hot.
It was very hot in his arms, and he was hugging a small, fire-like thing.
His body was still immersed in the soft warmth. He was intimately connected to her, enjoying her warmth and wetness to the fullest.
His consciousness still wasn't clear, and in the midst of the haziness, his face that was like a crescent moon that had bloomed was shaking.
Yue Ming.
Yue Ming.
He was suddenly overjoyed. Such a warm and scalding sensation, it was as if the moon had lit up in the sky.
His wish for many years was that one day, he would embrace her and wake up. Every day, when he opened his eyes, he would see the woman he loved the most. She was the most beautiful person in the world.
The curtains were thick, the sun could not yet penetrate them, and everything in the room was dim and dim.
His heart was burning once again.
Despite his tiredness, he was in high spirits.
So soft, so warm, so hot … This was the first time in his life that he had experienced it. Just like a drug addict, he became addicted the first mouthful and was unable to stop.
The joy of fish and water, only when the fish and water were completely compatible would they truly be happy.
His heart throbbed again as he held her in his arms.
In the half-light, he was surprisingly gentle because of the joy, the double caution.
He was still grabbing onto her legs, the area between the tentacles was soft and fragrant.
Her feet were small, delicate, and warm.
What's the difference? I can't say. But it shouldn't be this hot.
The bright moon ice flesh and jade bone was cool and free of sweat. Her body was always cold, slightly lower than the average person's body temperature.
This is not it.
This body was warm and hot, like a pot of coal in winter.
However, he had no time and didn't want to differentiate between them.
He only thought of last night's romantic party … That was the most beautiful time in his memory.
He gathered all the strength in his body and once again charged forward …
In an instant, the warm feeling once again surrounded him. It was so dangerous that it felt like water was being poured out of it. This feeling was so pleasant that he didn't know what to do. He was surrounded by a strong feeling of warmth. It was as if the tenderness of this life was going to be wasted on this beautiful morning.
She was half asleep, half awake, so obedient, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Let him wake up and fiddle with her.
In his memory, Yue Ming had never been so gentle — even when she lay under him moaning, her hands and feet were still cold, just like her heart, which would never warm up.
God knows, he was on the verge of breaking down.
But today, she was surprisingly gentle, exceptionally tame, surprisingly warm, surprisingly well-behaved.
It was not flattery, but a kind of docility that came from the bones, as if she were part of him, one of his ribs, not a parasitic or superfluous part.
She even wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled something, as if she were talking in her sleep.
He really loved this feeling.
The burning sensation around her almost melted him completely once again.
