Sao Nian, you lost your integrity

After recovering from the feeling of being controlled by the body, I let the brain regain the decision-making power of the second child. At the moment when the power was handed over, I didn't feel very good.

In particular, the one who is facing me with his smooth back and my semen on his thighs is none other than Ye Wen.

He still maintains the posture during orgasm, with his arms propped on the pillow, his head lowered, the undulation of the spine arches to the highest point at the back of the neck, and then sinks into a beautiful arc at the waist.

His whole body rose and fell with heavy breathing, and a bead of sweat slid down from the back of his neck and rolled down to his waist.Due to the addition of other sweat droplets in the middle, it is like a stream converging into a river. When it finally reaches the end, it grows into the size of a soybean grain.

It has been less than half a minute since I fell from the highest peak, and my right hand is still holding Ye Wen’s semi-soft position. From the nasal cavity to the mouth, there is still the smell of this person, and my left hand is tight. Embracing his waist and sticking to himself, left leg sticking to his left leg, right leg sticking to right leg...

Although this moment seems extremely intimate, as the time beats every second, no matter the temperature on my body about him or the smell that belongs to me on him, it will gradually cool down and fade until it finally disappears.

This separation is a necessity unless the barbaric act of bringing the distance closer is repeated endlessly.

If it is said that the last time Ye Wen made love to me because of his instinctive desire after being drunk, then he would take the initiative to come to the door this time, so there is no excuse.

Pure sex is the ultimate enjoyment. In contrast, all motives and reasons will reduce the enjoyment, so if Ye Wen didn't tell me, I wouldn't ask, and because of this, when Ye Wen finally straightened up and used my I also remained silent as I wiped the sticky liquid off his body with the sheets and got out of bed, turning my back on me and getting dressed without saying a word.

I kept watching him put on the clothes one by one in a daze, until the sound of his footsteps got farther and farther away, and was finally cut off by the sound of closing the door, and I woke up from an indescribable atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, I took out the vodka that had been in the cabinet for a long time, took the ice box from the refrigerator, and went into the toilet, enjoying alcohol while taking a shower.

In this way, until the next day when I woke up and found a bunch of missed calls and complaints in my mobile phone, I didn't realize that I let go of the bow tie pigeon.

After returning a few good words to him, I turned on the computer to make a picture. This picture is about two or three days old. At first, I just wanted to start first, so as to save time later, but as soon as I turned on the 3D, there was nothing. Stopped, except for eating bread and going to the bathroom, I was busy until dawn the next day.

Later, I found that all the pictures could be finished in just one or two hours. I simply endured the sore eyes, drank a bottle of soy milk to replenish my strength, and continued to fight until I finished all the pictures and sent them over there. Just fell asleep.

From seven o'clock to seventeen o'clock, the ten hours during the day can't make up for the sleepiness of the night, but because it's the time when the neighbors come in and out to buy vegetables and cook, they are noisy, so I can't sleep at all .

I woke up a little bit, and after ordering some dry food from the online supermarket, I got into the toilet and started to take a shower. I planned to go out and find something to eat while it was not hot today after washing. , Feed the gluttons in my stomach.

Of course, you never know what will happen in the next second, and you don't know why your plan will go bankrupt for any reason.

When I heard the doorbell, I was covered in foam and just picked up the shampoo to wash my hair.

The delivery was quite fast today, I grabbed the bath towel and wiped my hair carelessly, then wrapped it around my waist, ran into the house, took the money and ran to open the door.

As a result, inside the door stood Erye Guan with wet hair, his upper body covered in foam and his lower body wrapped in an old towel, while outside the door stood the handsome Ye Wen in a British-style checkered shirt.

It is conceivable that from the perspective of a bystander, there are two worlds inside and outside the door. According to the principle, the person standing inside should say that you have gone to the wrong door, or the person outside should say sorry, I misremembered the address. That's right, but the reality is that it doesn't happen that way.

The guy outside the door just glanced at me, and walked in without saying a word.

He didn't speak, and neither did I.

Then, Ye Wen took off his shoes and walked in front of me, looking straight at me with those calm eyes, and started to unbutton his shirt.

Just like that, I leaned against the wall and watched Ye Wen take off his shirt, vest and trousers in front of me. In the end, he only wore his underwear and carried the clothes he took off into the bedroom. When he came back, he was completely naked.

He stood in front of me, looked at me for a while, then leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, then pulled me and dragged me into the shower room again.

He turned on the water, stroked it with his hands while washing off the foam on my body, turned off the water after rinsing clean, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed against me, after taking a short breath, he Pulling off the bath towel around my waist, I lowered my head and sucked on my neck.

When Ye Wen changed from sucking to nibbling on my shoulder, the little brother I was sticking to him also slowly stood up from the soft fur, bumping into each other from time to time.

I lifted his chin to make him lift his head, and after turning around his face, my eyes stopped on his lips, and then I kissed the center of vision.

Ye Wen's mouth still smelled of black coffee.

Just as I was pressing him against the wall, hugging his head and rubbing my cock against his cock, the doorbell rang again.

I took a few deep breaths and slammed my fist on the wall, but I could only wrap up my wet towel and open the door to pick up the things from the supermarket.

Maybe it was because of this episode, when I returned to Ye Wen, the slow atmosphere was suddenly replaced by a restlessness. I picked up the lubricant, walked over and turned Ye Wen over, letting him stick to the whole body. On the glass wall with water mist, I immediately poured the lubricant into my hand, and then I stabbed it with two fingers and stirred it a few times. After a little bit of development, I applied the lubricant on my dick, and pressed firmly Grabbing Ye Wen's shoulder, he rushed in...

From then on, Ye Wen would come over every day after get off work, wearing different shirts, with the same expression, without saying a word from the beginning to the end, except for the muffled grunts and short shouts during the fierce battle. His voice could not be heard.

I always thought that the great friendship I once had with many friends was pure, but I didn't know what true purity is until these days.

Pure sex partner.

Open the door and take off your clothes directly to enter the theme, and leave without waiting for a minute to get dressed, without talking nonsense before and after the event.

I realized with some disbelief that, except for the first time, Ye Wen never spoke to me again, because it seems to have become a habit for him not to speak and not to speak, so I kept silent.

I don't feel it when I'm in it, but when I calm down a little, I jump out and think about it, and I will find out how weird and absurd this thing is.

Ye Wen, who once told me about spiritual love, has now become my purest sex friend.

So pure that apart from sex, there was no other form of communication between me and him.

The day came to the 15th, and Ye Wen still appeared in the evening, wearing a special white shirt, changing shoes and entering the door without saying a word, and as always, posted after looking at me for a while.

There is still the smell of coffee in his mouth, and the familiar perfume on his body, as I have done every day in the past few days, seeking for pleasure or self-paralysis from him.

It's just that there are too many things that don't change, and there are always times when things change. Ye Wen doesn't know what happened today, just like that time when he was drunk, crazy enough to make me shudder.

Looking at his undulating body sitting on top of me, covered in sweat, and frowning and biting his lower lip, for the first time, I had a sudden sense of sobriety before the end.

I suddenly realized that these days, what I was doing was not looking for physical pleasure, but hurting Ye Wen.

No matter where I do it with him, on the bed, on the sofa, in the shower room, or on the floor, and no matter how the foreplay between me and him starts, step by step or straight to the point, I will start to go to the second half of the matter. out of control direction.

The man's body is honest on the bed, every time he thrusts too violently, it's not for Ye Wen's pleasure, but to make him hurt, to make him remember this pain, it's best to remember to give him this pain The person who suffers from this pain is me.

I was hurting Ye Wen, and I couldn't control myself.As long as Ye Wen keeps showing up and giving me a chance to hurt him, then I will definitely pounce on him like a wild dog that smells of meat, and bite fiercely.

But now, looking at Ye Wen's appearance, I feel as if my heart is as heavy as a lead weight, but at the same time, I can't help but continue to hurt him.

I pressed his body down and put his legs on my shoulders. While the bed creaked non-stop, I saw Ye Wen's body trembling violently.

Ye Wen has always been one, and it is definitely not a matter of a day or two to get used to it, and after a few days in a row, I am almost sure that his body will be more and more unbearable day by day.

But he still comes every day, I can't figure out why he did it, if it's just to revenge my guilt later, then he must be a saint.

Seeing the uneasy expression on Ye Wen's face, I feel more and more distressed, as if there are hands pulling on the heart and tearing it in two directions at the same time, this metaphor is not an exaggeration at all.His face made my eyes swell and my nose sore. I had to endure it desperately so that the distressed feeling could be safely contained in my chest instead of showing on my face.

But what is unreasonable is that even though I feel so sorry for him that I want to die, as I feel more and more uncomfortable in my heart, I torture him with greater force in action.

Distressed and hurt, supporting each other, like a "person", maintaining a delicate balance.

It wasn't until he bit the corner of his mouth that it was bleeding, and it wasn't until I shot my cum in his face, ending the process of hurt and torture, that the balance came crashing down.

When Ye Wen was struggling to get up and get down to the ground and the sound of water coming from the bathroom, I kept biting my wrist hard to keep myself from crying.

At this moment, I really realized that the relationship between me and Ye Wen really should end.