REMIX

Nine hours later, the plane was preparing to land, and I was woken up by Gong Junye, overlooking the blue ocean through the window, with amazingly small islands scattered everywhere.I heard that we stopped in a beautiful tropical country with the most delicious fried rice in the world, and I was sleeping soundly at that time, not to mention going out for a walk, and he didn’t even know that he had tied my bangs into a pigtail .

I spit out the mouthwash, stroked my hair, and handed the paper cup back to the stewardess with a sweet voice.

The temperature difference after getting off the plane is very obvious. Our city is cold and snowy, but here is the hot season. I took off my coat as soon as I got out of the airport.On the side of the road outside the airport, a brick-red tourist bus was parked under the stop sign. The front door was open, and several dark-skinned women were queuing up to get on the bus with their children. The simple and honest indigenous driver looked at us and smiled. Open your mouth, your white teeth are so dazzling that you can shoot commercials.

The hot wind was blowing outside, we dragged our luggage and took the bus to the holiday cottage.

It's not the first time he came, and he told me a lot about the country's customs and history, gems, spices, water lilies, and monks in Buddhist temples along the way.The winding road turned, the bus passed the sea, and I heard the sound of waves washing over the rocks.I have never seen the real sea since I grew up.He opened the window of the car and took me to look out. The water and the sky are the same color, all of which are dark blue without any impurities.

The holiday cottage is also built by the sea. It is an independent small apartment equipped with a kitchen and bathroom, with a maximum area of ​​[-] square meters. The narrow balcony extends out of the sea, and the other end is adjacent to the hotel's swimming pool and garden.After putting down our luggage, the two of us changed our clothes and went out for a walk. He was wearing a pair of beach pants and a gray cotton T-shirt.

There is no acquaintance in a foreign country to avoid, and I have the courage to hold his hand.

I spent a whole morning exploring the interior of this country: the traffic lines are dominated by buses, which are more convenient than trains, it is completely feasible to take a taxi between cities, and the money exchanged is cheap enough; the food here is heavy, curry It's so spicy that it's easy to eat with bread, but the yogurt is refreshing. We bought it in front of the stall and put it on our bodies.It is quite possible to communicate with the locals in English, as long as there are not too uncommon words, talking and making gestures in a daze, and laughing if it doesn't work, it feels amazing.

So happy, the kind of happiness that teaches people to forget everything.

The time with him seems to pass very fast, but also very slow.

After noon, we discussed going back to the hotel to catch up on sleep, mainly because we didn't sleep well on the plane last night, and by the way, we would go to the night market to recharge our batteries.After all, travel is meant to give people a rest and relaxation, and there is no need to arrange the itinerary so tightly.

However, when the two of us faced the spacious big bed at the same time, I silently tossed in my heart that it was time to face the weakness of human nature.

Counting with my fingers, it’s been half a year, and the great harmony of life has not been completed. Even if it’s for the sentence "I want to sleep with you" in the confession, insisting on using practical actions to prove that I am not just doing it just for sex, it’s just laying the groundwork. It's a little too long.It's a man who is going to be sick.

Admit it, you just want to prostitute yourself.

"..."

I was so frightened by such an unrestrained self that my ankles went limp. I stood there and peeked at him uncomfortably, trying to confirm his attitude, but I couldn't die when I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, tilting his head and looking up and down my body. appearance.

He hooked his fingers at me.

I strode into the bathroom without looking back.

This is the last dying struggle.

The bathroom is very small, incomparable to the one at home, and a wooden bathtub placed by the wall takes up most of the area.I stood there, turned on the shower, and poured cold water to cool my fiery brain, trying to wash myself clean, but felt that this was too much of a fuss.

It's not just sleeping with someone.

But he's had sex with someone before, and I haven't.

Thinking of what he was half tempted and half led to do before, my mouth was dry and my throat was burning.

But I don't have time to talk to myself anymore.

The bathroom door was pushed open by him. It's not that I've never been naked in front of him, but now I suddenly want to cover the key parts.

to die.Why the hell did I forget to lock the door.

He's standing in the doorway, lifting his T-shirt over his head and throwing it aside like he wasn't talking about me.

"I can't run anymore."

He fished me out of the calf-shallow water and threw me on the bed.

The moment my back sank into the bed, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis. I hurriedly grabbed the head of the bed and tried to sit up, but his wrist was stuck in the crook of my arm, so I couldn't use my strength.

The kiss distracted my attention, the cool mint taste in my mouth, my body temperature continued to rise amidst the emotion, he hugged me, making me want to get up and fall back, one hand was moving against the inner thigh, Encountered a sensed bump.

I surrender.But because of those useless faces in front of him, he wanted to be comforted, but couldn't say anything, hooked his fingers on his belt buckle, and pulled it down, conveying a hidden need.He also seems to have lost his patience, but he is not as reckless as a man is when he is impatient, and he is still at ease. There are ten thousand ways to tease me, each of which is enough to bring me back to my original shape.

No matter how hard I practice, it's like losing my martial arts in front of him.

I said I want it.

After I finished speaking, I staggered my hands covering my face, trying to peek at his playful smiling face from between my middle fingers.He split his legs and bent his knees, propped up his upper body and tore off a condom with his teeth. The waistband of his trousers, which had been unbuttoned, was stuck on his hip bones. The dark hair below his navel was looming.

I gripped the sheets under me tightly.

Wet fingers stroked the seam of the buttocks, pressing the hole lightly and sometimes heavily, the buttocks rubbed against the sheet, and when his fingers entered a narrower area, he stubbornly stretched the inner wall.He bit my earlobe, his voice was full of hoarseness that he had endured several times, but his tone was still not serious: "Damn it, it's like I got married one night..."

My heartbeat was so fast that I couldn't breathe, my back was stretched loose and wet, and there was a sticky adsorption feeling when I inserted my fingers. I just felt sore and uncomfortable in my lower body, so I couldn't bear it and whispered in his ear: "I am the ...Come in."

He fixed my face, looked into my eyes like a mirror, and pushed in inch by inch until Qi Gen was submerged.

I am extremely ashamed, my tight lower abdomen is wet and sticky like a swamp, maybe it slipped the moment he inserted it, my legs are sore and weak, barely encircling his waist, this copulation position is not very embarrassing, at least it can let me see To his face, and above his head the bumpy and wobbly ceiling.

When I first entered, I felt so painful that I wanted to bite someone, but I was reluctant to bite him. Slowly, the pain gradually transformed into pleasure. He withdrew most of it and pushed it to the deepest part, groping along the base of my leg. Where they met, there was a lustful flush.

I convulsed like a dying animal, pleasure gnawing at my lungs, feeling like I was melting from the inside out.The opening of the slightly opened hole was so crispy and numb from being fucked back and forth. I strangled him as much as possible. Every time he stabbed a certain part, I couldn't stop moaning, and then it completely evolved into a fragmented cry, trembling all over. defeated.

My voice is so obscene that I can't even recognize it, sometimes it doesn't contain content, sometimes it's his name, the whole person is messed up.He leaned down and let me cling to the nape of his neck in an urgent urge to ejaculate, lick his ears, clumsily trying my best to please him.

The speed of his deprivation and penetration slowed down, forcing me to stop on the way of orgasm, the hard abdominal muscles burned the roots of the legs, and the palms moved from the buttocks to the sweaty waist, held it, leaned over and kissed Tears overflowing from the corners of my eyes.

The fact that two people can separate their minds in this situation and kiss with all their heart makes my heart beat faster than ever, as much as the usual moments when he makes me fall in love.

"You can't believe what a man says in bed."

He squinted his eyes, pulled himself out and pushed in again, licked my lips in a kiss, jokingly: "But I love you."

"I love you."

It's not funny at all.

I held him and cried.