father - home

"Zhao! I'm sorry!"

"Do you think I want you to apologize for this?" Zhao suddenly pulled away and grabbed my ankle. Before I could react, I was turned over and fell on my back on the blanket next to me.I quickly covered my face with my hands and turned my head to avoid the bright light of the campfire.

Zhao grabbed my ankle and spread my legs wide apart.But what is he doing?Why stand still?

"Are you bleeding?"

Oh my God, I'm literally crying. "Leave it alone!" I yelled, in a voice that was hardly mine.I thought he was going to pull my hands away and look at my face, but he didn't, he grabbed my ankles and dragged them around ninety degrees, and the heated parts of my body changed.His face was completely hidden in the darkness, and instead of relaxing, he panicked even more.Please, baby, stop watching.

Zhao put down my foot.I crossed my hands over my forehead, hoping he wouldn't see the blood on my face.I couldn't see him, but I could feel him coming above me, his body exuded heat, and his unique fragrance.

"You're bleeding."

"Leave it alone!"

"You want me to continue?"

I gritted my teeth and couldn't speak.

"But why don't you look at me?" Zhao grabbed my wrists and broke them apart very forcefully and gently. "My God!" He exclaimed in a low voice, paused for a moment, and wiped my eyes with his fingers and the back of his hand. "Can you open it, Marty? Can you see me?"

I opened my eyes and Akira was staring at me nervously.Is he worried?Regret it?He was still very angry, and there were still flames burning in his eyes.I grabbed his arm, slammed my neck straight, raised my head, and yelled at him with all my strength: "Leave it alone! Please!"

"Okay, listen to you, but you have to watch me, watch me, okay?"

Zhao held my face and kissed my lips.I nodded vigorously.His lips parted.I pursued him, I gazed at his figure, tall, perfect, and shining with brilliance.

He came in, so gentle, so firm, so careful.He stopped, he was waiting, he was patient, he was watching my reaction.My eyes fogged up, this time it wasn't blood, and I gave him an encouraging smile, knowing he could see.He leaned over me.I put my hands on his back.

"Your shirt is dirty."

"I'll wash it off." He kissed my chest and began to penetrate deeper.

"Are you going to keep wearing it like this?"

"I'll wait for you to help me take it off." He pulled off the straps of his breeches and bent down.

I put my hands on his chest, sweaty and hot. "Only three buttons?"

"That's different." He kissed my forehead, and when I unbuttoned him, he quickly tore off the shirt. "It's all right now, it's killing me."

I wanted to laugh, but the pain deformed my smiling face.

Zhao stopped, wrapped my arms around me, and licked and kissed my face like a kitten.

You shouldn't be so distracted, baby.I wonder.But he must be distracted.Seeing me bleeding, seeing me in pain, how could he not be distracted?But you know what?Baby, physical pain is nothing compared to my heart.And the pain in my heart is regret, love and tenderness.If I'm not wrong, this should be your first time.The first time, that was kind of bad.Bad start, I can't let it end badly.

I turned my head, looked for his lips, and kissed them passionately. My hands impatiently stroked his body up and down. I twisted my body vigorously, rubbing my bare skin against his belly and breeches, I spread my legs wide, and tried my best to raise my buttocks to meet him. I took deep breaths again and again, tried my best to increase the rise and fall of my chest, tilted my head back, stretched my neck, and a low moan escaped from my lips.

"Marty, you're shaking."

I kept moaning—

"Marty, I can't stand it."

"Come on then baby, don't you want me? You want me, don't you? Say you want me!" I wrapped my legs around his waist with painful desire, my back, chest and butt turned into a bow.

Zhao's lips loosened, and he straightened his body.

"Don't..." I panicked, a little confused, and grabbed his shoulders tightly.

I burned like a fire under the throbbing tension of the flesh, but he stopped again.Why stop?My body was shaking so badly that Zhao had to lie on top of me again, hugging me to calm me down, his forehead against mine. "Shh. It's okay, it's okay...Marty, I've been wanting this moment so badly..." Zhao whispered into my mouth, "And this moment will never happen again." He stared at me s face. "I don't want it to go away."

Slowly, gently, he withdrew, then poked in again.

He drew it halfway out, then pushed in again.

He pulled it all out, and then suddenly slammed it all in again.

Unprepared at all, I yelled loudly.

I moaned, "Oh baby." I couldn't even breathe.

He didn't speak, he was focused and eager, faster and more fierce each time.

Pain and passion make me feverish.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"No, nothing." Breathe, breathe, where did my breath go...

Zhao slowed down.

"Don't! Don't stop, don't slow down..."

A brief respite.

The action is getting more and more fierce.

I couldn't speak, I opened my mouth and screamed silently.

Zhao opened his mouth to breathe, and I heard a distant moan.Then all of a sudden, he pushed in and out as fast as he could with all his strength, pushing into the deepest part of my body each time.I was knocked dizzy, screamed in pain, and clutched the grass above my head tightly with both hands.

"Should I stop?"

"No!"

For a moment, we were out of breath.

Another moment.

One more moment.

Zhao's movements slowed down, sweat dripped from his hair.

"Why aren't you sweating?"

"I'm scared to death."

"Who are you afraid of? Me?"

I realized I had fallen into a trap and decided not to answer.

"Say, who are you afraid of? Say, tell quickly!" Zhaoxi shouted with a smile, and his movements became faster and more violent.

Zhao stopped kissing me, his attention was focused, the muscles all over his body began to contract and tense, even my fingers on his back could be clearly touched.He raised his head, and I vaguely saw the scar on his neck, so I kissed it involuntarily.Zhao began to frown and hold his breath, as if the scar was still related to his breathing and his life.I stuck out my tongue to lick the scar, first lightly, then vigorously, I hugged him tighter, stared into his eyes, I felt the despair and relief of the soul floating outside the body.The weight of his whole body is on me, like a thousand miles of mountains and rivers full of masculinity, thousands of torrents converge into an extremely strong pass, thousands of wild horses gallop wildly in the canyon, the ground trembles, and my whole body trembles. Unexperienced endless happiness.