Male heart trembling

This is the second time that Mr. Tang said he missed me.

The first time was on the phone, and the words were simple and straightforward, unquestionable, and unequivocal.The second time, when he was lying on the bed, enjoying the happiness I brought him, he said it again with emotion.

For the first time, because of the phone, I couldn't feel his warmth.The second time, because I was in the cloud and rain, I couldn't tell whether he really wanted to say it, or he said it because he was too excited.

However, I am still happy. Seeing the sexy him say such a sentence, I even feel that I have value, and another value that exists beside him.This kind of value is not only because my appearance conforms to his aesthetics, my personality makes him happy, and my body makes him happy.

I have always liked him very much, but I have always warned myself not to think about it. After all, I am his bed toy, and I must be one of many toys.Since he could call me over with one phone call, he spread his legs mercilessly and asked me to help him feel comfortable.Just make another phone call at any time, call the other guy over, grab his ass and do the pistoning motion.

Now when he says he misses me, there is a trace of expectation, a trace of satisfaction, and even a trace of sincerity in his tone.This makes me a little confused, does he really miss me?I don't know if this kind of idea is fabricated by myself, or if it is an over-interpretation. In short, although I am happy, I am also cautious.

"I said I missed you, but you didn't even respond?" He asked, a little fiercely.

"I'm just a little flattered and don't know how to respond," I said.

"Just like everyone else, a few flattery are fine," he said.

Sure enough, the "others" around him are always those who flatter and flatter, talk about love as if talking in sleep, but I can't do it, I can try my best to satisfy him physically, but flattery, flattery and obedience, I can only speak when I get emotional. It's really hard for me to say it in a daze.

So, I bowed my head and continued to bring happiness to him.Seeing that I was so useless and confused, he cursed me, then closed his eyes and continued to enjoy.

I peeked up at him. Although his huge and sexy body is fascinating, but at a certain time, such as this moment, it carries such a strong sense of oppression.He is like an emperor, or a great general, while someone like me is just a servant who is purely lustful.

Touching his warm and majestic body, this unsteady, sometimes distant, sometimes close feeling is not very pleasant.

He enjoyed it for a long time, and didn't announce the end until he was out of breath.

Serving such a powerful person as him always makes me tired.It was originally a very enjoyable thing, but it had to be silently developed into a mechanical action before it was considered over.

He lit a cigarette and smoked while leaning against the head of the bed.I leaned over, leaned into his arms, and leaned against his strong chest, like a kitten avoiding the wind and rain, only wailing.

He touched my back, touched my arm, and blamed me: "Except that your mouth can't speak, I am satisfied with the rest."

After a short pause, he continued: "I've met people like you before, and I knew they would kneel there and work diligently, but they wouldn't say a single word of excitement. I don't like people like you. But you are different, I like you."

He upgraded "miss me" to "like me", which is a big span.

I was very happy, and whispered: "This weekend, I will take good care of you and try to learn to say something that makes you happy."

He touched my face, and said dotingly: "I just like your cute little appearance, let's go, go to eat, come back after work, and see what I do with you."

Regarding eating, Mr. Tang's attitude is like feeding pigs, which will be slaughtered after a certain period of time.Putting this metaphor on me means that I want to eat enough, eat well, eat happily, and eat full of strength, and then become a pillow toy that satisfies him.

When we returned to the room, I lost control over my body, and I needed to complete every movement according to Mr. Tang's ideas.For example, the action of undressing, being admired by him in the shower, the angle when he pouted his butt, and when he asked me to yell when he was excited, I had to yell out, not emotionally, or bluntly.

He was my first man, and I don't know if other men last as long as he does, and never fade away.His pistoning, I always thought it wouldn't end until it was actually over.

He is not tired, tireless, always excited, and his strength is even more terrifying every time.

Sometimes I pouted my butt, sometimes turned my body sideways, and sometimes faced him. In short, as long as he likes the angle, I will satisfy him.Until I was spinning around, until I was about to vomit, I began to beg, but in his view, my begging was like a catalyst, in exchange for a more terrifying next stage.

I worked very hard, but after every time it was over, he would always hold me in his arms gently and praise me for how satisfied he was.Looking at his satisfied expression, I feel that I am worth it.