There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

When I woke up, I was still in the arms of the very familiar Mr. Model.

Something seems wrong.

I looked at Mr. Model, his eyes were closed, his face was white, his eyelashes were long, his nose was high, and his mouth was tender.

I suddenly wanted to reach for my phone and take a picture.

"where are you going?"

Just as I moved towards the bedside table where the mobile phone was, the model Mr. Tightened his hand and asked very gently.

It's gentle, but I still think it's dangerous.

"..." I didn't speak.

Mr. Model licked my ears again: "I heard you don't want me anymore?"

I suddenly remembered, I let the model go away and went to another house by myself, why did I wake up and be at home again, with the model lying beside me?

"You...don't lick my ears." I whispered, as if a little weak.

"You want to take care of someone else?" Mr. Model put his hand into my clothes as he said. His hand was a little cold, and I screamed unconsciously.

The model's eyes turned cold again: "Are you going to adopt a man or a woman next? Or a model? Or, a star?"

I dare not speak, and the dreaded Mr. Model appeared again.

This time I really really can't have sex anymore, my ass is still so sore.

I was thinking how I should please him.

I'm the most humble patron in the world.

"I don't support others..." I said, looking at his face carefully, as if I was negotiating a big contract with a capital of over [-] million yuan.

"I...I still want you." I struggled for a moment, and reached out to hug him, thinking that he had just been exposed to a scandal, and I let him go again. He probably felt that he was abandoned by everyone, so he would be angry.

Mr. Model's eyes were dark with a little light, looking straight at me.

I was very at a loss, recalling the usual behavior of Mr. Model, I went all out and kissed him.

I don't know how to kiss, so I didn't know what to do after sticking my mouth on it. I stopped for a long time and stuck out my tongue to lick it again.

Mr. Model naturally stretched out his hand to hold my head, and his tongue came in naturally.

He was fierce this time, as majestic as a lion.

I really wanted to push him away, but I didn't dare, so I could only close my eyes in aggrieved Chu and let him mess around.

It took a long time for him to finish kissing, or to be precise, one kiss, and he leaned over again, biting my lips, this time the action was much gentler.

I was afraid that he might think something else, so I immediately said seriously, "I can't do it."

Mr. Model looked at me coldly.

I was afraid again, and said awkwardly: "I should have been in pain when I did it yesterday..."

Mr. Model kissed my eyes, grabbed my hand with his big hand and put it into his pants, saying: "Use your hand."

His voice was hoarse, as if he was talking to a child, in a coaxing tone.

He should have been justly rejected.

But when I saw Mr. Model's softened expression, my heart also softened, and I casually made a couple of them in a daze.

Mr. Model's things... It's scary. I feel a little complicated. I can't believe that I have survived for so long under the Mr. Model who is in heat all the time.

Mr. Model didn't finish until my hands were sore, and I finally escaped a catastrophe.

Mr. Model went to take a shower and wanted to take me with him again. I was afraid that he would come again. Fortunately, he has not yet reached such a terrifying level.

After taking a safe shower, I was also tired, and I just nestled in Mr. Model's arms obediently and didn't want to move anymore.

"I suppressed the news." I said, "You should follow me."

Mr. Model said in a deep voice: "When you are taking care of me, you can no longer have sex with others."

Mr. Model's desire to control seems to be stronger.

I took this as his uneasiness in my heart, and I also felt that I really don't need to spend money to find someone else. Mr. Model is the most suitable for me, so I nodded.

"I can only leave when I want to." Mr. Model said again.

Why this condition?

I was very strange, and I dared not ask reflexively. I always felt that the end was not far away after I asked this question.

I nodded obediently again.

Mr. Model buried his head next to my neck, his hair tickling me.

Well, Mr. Model is actually pretty good, although occasionally he has a split personality.

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