As soon as he entered the door that day, he knelt at my feet and quickly unzipped my trousers, and helped me put on and off the jacket with his mouth—get it up. I grabbed his hair and stared at the ceiling panting. To be honest, although this experience was the first time, it was more about enjoyment than surprise...
Later, I accidentally shot him in the face. For some reason, the anger I had with him before completely disappeared the moment his face was covered with my things.
I pulled up my pants and was about to leave, but he stopped me: "Why are you doing this, you only care about yourself?"
As he spoke, he pointed to his lower body. It was only then that I was surprised to find that he had set up the tent. It was the first time I knew that if I did it for others, I would respond to it myself.
"Fuck, is that okay?" I raised my eyebrows at the time.
He smiled and posted it, grabbed my hand and touched his bottom: "Is it the first time to play with a man?"
There are still bruises at the corner of his mouth from my injuries, but when he smiles, his eyes are astonishingly beautiful as if he could speak. I sort of understand why those women get sucked in by those eyes.
He looked at my expression and smiled indifferently: "Since it's your first time, I won't force you to use your mouth, you can also use your hands."
I pushed him onto the bed, and he lay on it casually with his chest open, stretched out his hand and slowly unzipped his trousers, and hooked his hands at me as if tempting: "Come here, I'll teach you."
I walked over, he held my hand, caressed his top and guided me: "Yes, that's it, take it slow, use your heart..."
After I was done, I turned my head and kissed his face in a strange way.
He squinted at me and said lazily, "Are you sick?"
I didn't speak at that time. Looking back now, I fell on him because of his face. That face is so alluring, I will never forget it for the rest of my life, with a shameless smile full of lust + lust, but a lazy and indifferent look, it makes people want to pinch him to death.
As soon as he was done, he started buttoning his clothes. When he saw me looking at him, he curled his mouth: "What are you looking at?"
I sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it: "What do you think?"
He smiled with a bit of disdain: "Ou Shao, you are also a person who has seen the scene, why do you seem to have never seen a man... You stared at me, I thought you were going to eat me..."
My heart moved, I pressed the cigarette and put my arm around his shoulder: "Can you let me eat?"
"Think?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yes." I licked my lips.
He burst out laughing, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his chin to me like a servant: "What do you believe in what I say, ah? I felt it last time, you are so stupid... "
Still not giving up, I went to touch his hand and said with a stern face: "It's not that you are too seductive."
He opened my hand, got out of bed just like that, glanced at my lower body with those watery eyes, and snorted contemptuously: "Why are you in such a hurry... Would you like to call one for you?" As he spoke, he took out his phone and made a gesture to make a call, looking like he was watching the show.
It was only then that I realized that I was being tricked, so I held my breath in my chest, and my mouth was not polite: "Fuck! If you don't let me do it, then get out of here."
He didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't get angry on his face. He just smiled lightly. The eyes that looked at me seemed to lick me all over my body, but what he said made people want to fuck him to death: "It's impossible for us , don’t even think about it. I’m here today to try something new, and I’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow.”
I frowned when I heard this. Fuck, why did he invite me to dinner? Why did he think he prostituted me? Anyway, I invited him to dinner.
I said, "What do you want me to do? I'm so relieved, shouldn't it be me who asks you?"
He laughed even louder: "That's great, I really don't want to spend this money."
As he said that, he patted me on the shoulder, turned around and left, and I suddenly felt like I was being tricked again.
He stopped at the door suddenly, turned around and said to me: "We are friends, don't you want to find someone to smash my car again."
I was taken aback: "Where are you talking so much nonsense, get out of here."
He smiled and closed the door: "Since we are friends, we will keep in touch in the future."
He was the first person to contact. I didn't contact him not because I forgot, but because I was not sure. I wasn't sure what he meant by that last sentence, whether he really wanted to be my friend or just said it casually.
When he called, I was staying in the company to deal with the last few things. After the staff left, I was the only one left.
"Young Master Ou really forgets things, did you say you wanted to invite me to dinner last time?" His voice was mixed.
I reached out and flipped through the schedule on the table: "What date?"
But suddenly he heard him say loudly to the side from inside: "Have you all heard, he said he wants to invite me to dinner!"
The phone was disconnected just like that, and I had a bad premonition in my heart at the time, and sure enough, not long after, rumors spread that I was robbed of a woman by him, and I was in a car, and I was going to invite him to dinner and apologize to him Apologize.
My face is fucking lost.
This city is not big, and the circle is just that small. I soon learned the ins and outs of the matter. It turned out that he made a bet with someone in the bar, saying that he had no things or people he couldn't handle, so he just took me as a model.