It may have been an uncomfortable position, but he didn't stop kissing me. However, unlike the slow and gentle kiss, the underneath was different. A pillar as hot as fire was thrust into me, to which I had not yet become accustomed, other than to expand the inside with my fingers a few times. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming in pain. He showed me no mercy other than pausing for a moment to let me catch my breath. From the beginning, the cock that was fucking me without mercy shook my entire body. He was holding my body as I climbed onto the bed, but maybe it was my instinct to run away from the pain
Sex that is closer to punishment than sexual intercourse. When the act, which was nothing but pain, was over, I knew from my panting breath that I was crying uncontrollably. I saw him looking down at me through blurry, tear-blurred vision. He, who had not yet removed his penis from inside me, quietly caressed my hair and then lowered his head and kissed me again. And the second time was like a kiss. Slow, soft, real sex that made me ejaculate several times.
And when everything was over and I closed my eyes as if I was fainting, I vaguely remembered something. The memory became clearer when coldness touched his cheek and he pened his eyes. He woke me up to give me water and put a cold bottle of water to my lips. I swallowed the water in my mouth, laid my head down on his pillow, and looked up at him, who I could now see clearly. He sat next to me and was drinking the rest of his water. I asked while watching the movement of the neck as the water passed down.
“...was it you?”
That guy from 5 years ago.
His head slowly turned as he put down his hand. The smile that slowly spread across my face overlapped with the past more clearly. Yeah, those dimples. It was the face I saw inside the breathtaking doll mask. How can that guy from 5 years ago be here and be an asshole? And what was certain was that he already knew me. Otherwise, there's no way you could smile like that.
“Did you know me from the beginning?”
Instead of answering, the guy leisurely took another sip of the water he had finished drinking. He emptied the remaining water in the bottle in one go and squeezed the bottle so hard that it made a 'crack' sound. The empty plastic bottle was distorted and thrown from his hand to the floor. He brought his free hand to my face. When his hand seemed to cover his eyes, he frowned and turned his head. But his hands came first. It came off only after his thumb brushed the corner of my eye. And then an indifferent question was asked.
“Did you cry?”
What's nexttttt! Pleasee
THOS HAS A NOVEL!!!!
Two men entering a hotel in broad daylight. I was worried about my surroundings and it was something I wouldn't normally do. However, I don't remember the hotel he was taken to when he came running 20 minutes after hanging up the phone. Apparently, he held my arm and made me walk through the lobby, into the elevator, and down the hallway like a doll, but it was as if that part had been cut off. Just like memories that disappear, there are also memories that become blurry.
Vision where everything seems blurry. I just surrendered myself to my opponent's movements and clung to him as if he were the only string I could hold on to. Even though he roughly took off my clothes and kissed me and led me to the bed, I couldn't get away from him. I held on tightly to his strong arm and did not let go. As if to soothe me like that, he didn't stop kissing me and entered between my legs. Cold gel was applied to my back, and his fingers invaded my back one by one, stiffening my body with an uncomfortable foreign body sensation.