in the center of the universe

Ye Ping leaned against the door looking forward to it, and when she saw him coming back at noon, she immediately yelled, "The puppet is back!" Afraid that he would hit him, she turned around and locked the door after shouting, waiting for Sister Xiangxiang to take care of him.

"It's not for sale," he said to Sister Xiangxiang, turning around to take off his pants, "How about showing it to you?"

Lingling was watching TV, and immediately ran back to the bedroom and closed the door with a "bang".

"Who wants to look at your butt!" Sister Xiangxiang scolded. "What did he take you for?"

Although Sister Xiangxiang didn't look at it, he took it off naked and put on men's boxers.Then he took out two cans of foreign soda from the hotel laundry bag filled with beverages and snacks found in the small refrigerator in the suite, handed one to Xiangxiang, took one for himself, and squatted in a corner of the sofa.

"Open room, a suite in the sky garden, more than 4000 a night."

"Is it over?"

"Touch me."

"Touch you? Where are you touching???"

"from head to foot."

He didn't drink the soda, and put it on his face to feel cool, like a cultural person's hand.

Dry palms rubbed his waist and back back and forth, slowly swaying his body to the music, dancing close to his face.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"That's fine."

The tip of the cultured man's nose rubbed against his cheek, and he felt a distinct breath from the side of his neck to the hair behind his ears.Turning his head, he stretched out his hand to touch the cultural person's face, took off the other person's glasses, tried the prescription on himself, and looked at the cultural person from above the glasses: "It's scratching me."

The cultural man showed a beautiful smile, hugged him even tighter, rubbing his fingers in the half-black and half-pink hair.He smelled the faint smell of laundry detergent from the shoulder of the cultural man's shirt.

The cultural man is very tall, ten centimeters taller than his net height of 20.With broad shoulders and long legs, he can wrap most women in his arms with his arms around—it’s a pity that he is a pervert, he thought—the cultural man unbuttoned his bra, put his hands in his [-] yuan pantyhose, squeezed his ass.

He sat on the edge of the bed so that the cultural man could take off the fishnet stockings from his lap.

He bent one leg and examined his polished toes.The palm goes from the ankle up the calf to the root of the thigh, stroking in circles inside and out.

Then she took off the gaudy lace panties.

The palm continued to go up, caressing the lower body, without staying too long, slightly pressing the lower abdomen to move, and stopped when it reached the heart.The pressure gradually came from the ribs, which kept getting closer to his heart, making the heartbeat more and more obvious, and the upper body was pressed into the bed little by little.

His eyes were filled with the sound of heartbeats, like bowling balls, one by one, jumping out of his heart, thud thud thump, and hitting back into his heart.

Breathing becomes difficult.Dizziness, cold hands and feet.He saw strange excitement in the eyes of cultural people.He stared at the other party more and more, as if to see how he died.

The cultural man let go of his hand suddenly, and his breathing was as vigorous as gold stars popping out of his eyes.At this time, the cultural man stroked his neck and slightly folded his five fingers, leaning down and watching him fascinated by the way his breath broke in his throat.

A scar was found on the finger on the neck, and the cultural man asked, "What's wrong?"

"Cut your throat," he said, taking a deep breath, "do you believe it?"

The cultural man let out an "ah" and frowned for the first time: "Who did it? How could such a beautiful neck be cut here?"

"You're a pervert," he said.

Cultural people do not evade, "It should be."

Instead of continuing to exert force, his fingers touched his cheeks, and his thumbs stroked his lips, rubbing a little lipstick on.The cultural man looked at the red color on his fingertips curiously for a while, put it to his mouth, and sucked it off with his tongue under his gaze.

"Did you really just touch me?"

"Correct."

"why?"

"I like the living."

"The streets are full of fucking living people."

The cultural man was amused by him: "I like a living person like you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Pretty, fresh, like a little shrew."

He gave the educated man a mouthful, but the educated man was not angry, and wiped away the saliva with a giggle.He grabbed the cultural man's hand and pressed it under his body, "If you want to touch you, touch here, the vital signs are the strongest!" He straightened his waist and rubbed against the unfamiliar palm.The literati grasped it and started to move. There was a pleasant trembling in the place that hadn't been stimulated for a long time. He urged: "Hurry up!"

Breathing on his neck, he closed his eyes.Although the cultural person is not skilled in doing this, he is always better than his right hand.

It's been too long since the last man, he has long forgotten what he looks like, in the big bed room where he must spend the night in his dream, he doesn't mind having a fling with cultural people.

In addition to the 2000 yuan that was cheated by myself before, there are not many two shots, but three shots are fine.

He is very talkative.

He heard the panting of a cultural man in his ears, he opened his eyes to look at the other party, and asked, "Jerking off to others, what are you panting for?"

There was a little fluctuation in the voice of the cultural man: "Your excitement makes me very excited." The fingertips were closed, and the thumbs rubbed against the top to wipe away the overflowing body fluids, which made him cry out shortly.

"Then what the hell are you doing studying funerals? Isn't researching sex life good?" He grabbed the educated man's neck and wrung his tongue carelessly.With one hand, he unbuttoned the other party's pants and took them into the underwear.

The cultural people were caught off guard, but they did not object.He had to take an inch to lift his legs to overturn the opponent and step onto the man.The cultural man stared at his face without blinking.See all the ways he groans, yells, loses himself.

When it was over, he tore off the bathrobe and wiped the bodily fluids from the hands of the two people. He sat on the cultural man to rest, and let the cultural man's hands stroke his lower abdomen and chest repeatedly.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay." The cultural man agreed happily.

He propped his arms on the side of the cultural person, lowered his head to identify the authenticity of his expression: "In the middle of sleep, I forced you to rape." He bumped his butt on the other person, and the cultural person was a little painful because of his sitting, but he still didn't angry.

"I know."

He pouted, "Up to you."

Get out of bed to take a shower, go in naked and come out naked.The cultural man changed into his bathrobe and was looking at his mobile phone. When he got into bed, he immediately got under the quilt and hugged him.

"Sleeping." He said angrily.

The cultural man laughed, "I know, I will get your consent."

"What you perverts say still counts." After a night of trouble, he was really sleepy, and fell asleep in a daze, only to hear the cultural person say in his ear: "My words must count."

Sleeping until the sun was high, he dug out the laundry bag in the hotel closet and packed away the drinks and snacks in the small bar.The cultural man came out of the shower. He just threw the pantyhose into the trash can and blatantly lied: "You tore it apart."

Reaching out to cultural people: "I want to buy socks."

The cultural man motioned for him to take the wallet himself, and he took out a hundred, took out another hundred, and said, "I still need to take a taxi."

"it is good."

An ID card fell out of the wallet, he picked it up and looked at it: "Guan—how do you pronounce it?"

"Hide, hide, hide."

"Guan Zang? Weird."

Cultural people didn't care, and even agreed: "It's a bit strange."

"28 years old, teaching assistant, no future."

He threw his wallet aside and put on his little leather pants. Guan Zang, a hopeless cultural man, still stared at him without blinking, seeing that he had finished putting on the whole set, then turned around and said, "You bought it for me, Does it look good?"

That one thousand eight, spent five hundred and sixty the next day.

Guan Zang smiled, "It's pretty."

He put on the collar, put on lipstick in front of the mirror, walked up to the man and kissed deeply, leaving a complete lip print on half of his lips and the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the lipstick into the man's hand: "Goodbye, Guan Zang."

"Opening a hotel that costs more than 4000 yuan a night is a hit?" Sister Xiangxiang asked.

"He has money."

"Is it sick?"

He circled his hands hollowly and shook them up and down: "It's so thick, it's so long, it's so hard."

Sister Xiangxiang pointed her finger: "It's his mother's disease here! This kind of person definitely has psychological problems, don't provoke him in the future, do you hear me?" He took two more cans of sparkling water from the laundry bag and left.

He laughed, disapprovingly.From the satchel, I took out the Guanzang business card that I took out - Dongning University School of Humanities.

Fuck/fuck, he cursed softly.

Guan Zang waited in the lobby of the hotel for an hour, and Ma Qianjia came to pick him up in a taxi angrily: "You ran away with your money again? Who are you obsessed with, can you have a snack!"

"No, Uncle Ma." Guan Zang shook his head innocently, narrowing his eyes slightly to defend himself, "He took my glasses away, so I can't drive."

The clerk in the optical shop asked him, "Are you sure you changed the lenses? These Zeiss lenses are not much cheaper than the frames." The frames in his hand were engraved with the logos of famous luxury brands.

"Change, change to flat light, the kind that protects against radiation."

After changing, he put it on and looked left and right in the mirror: "Well, it suits me better."