Who says blind date is not fate

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After my husband finished speaking, he bit my nipple and licked it. Because of the cream, he was licked back and forth, and his chest was a little sticky. He rubbed and poked it with his fingers maliciously. The slippery skin was released again, and I felt the blood on the chest rush back to the nipples, and the little red spots on both sides were tortured to swell within a few strokes.

I reluctantly accepted this flirting, but it was a bit abusive, humming to my husband to be gentle.

As soon as my husband pulled me closer to him, he got up and followed the texture of the chocolate milkshake he just painted, and licked it all the way down. This was the first time he made KJ for me, probably because the impact was too strong Big, my blood was congested instantly, twisting like a little virgin.

My husband wanted to do this for the first time. He was obviously rusty, and his technique was not perfect. He did it for me a few times as I did for him, but after just a few hard times, I blew up. Wondering, looking at the dark brown chocolate milkshake in the private part and the milky white body, it is full of eroticism.

He started to try it out, turned me ninety degrees, pointed the picture he just drew to him, stuck out his tongue and licked the place where the handcuffs were drawn just now, my whole body tensed up, and I reached out to touch him but it was not enough Got it, can only scratch on the table in vain.

I can feel my husband's tongue licking at the hole, the surrounding cream is gradually being licked off, and then stretched inside.The cream on the legs was wiped off by my husband’s big hands and rubbed onto the buttocks. It felt like being massaged with essential oils. At this time, I was a little distracted. It's so comfortable.

He couldn't help humming softly, the moaning sound was not loud, but it was like a kitten scratching someone, disturbing people's mind.My husband licked it more and more patiently. I could even smell the rich creamy taste. It felt like my whole body was like a cake, sweet, smooth and tender.

My husband kissed back to the collarbone along the lower abdomen, and licked the side of the neck. I immediately asked about the sweetness of the cream, panting: "Do you want to try the chocolate?"

My husband eagerly rubbed his lower body underneath, I used my toes to hook off the obstructive home pants, coiled his waist, and stuck out my tongue to lick his chin, which was stubble.My husband pulled off the front of the panties with his hands, revealing the murder weapon, put on the cover neatly, and tentatively pushed on the dick below me, but because the cream was licked everywhere just now, it was a little slippery and I couldn't find the right position.

My husband tried two more times, probably because the edge of the table got stuck on his legs, so he couldn’t enjoy himself, so he picked me up and sat on the chair angrily, because the dining chair is not as spacious as the sofa, I barely stepped on the two sides, and my husband immediately stepped on it. Holding the meat stick to the entrance, once the round head was pushed in, he pressed down hard on my waist, because I had lubricated and expanded it beforehand, and he wore a cover, so he pushed it in easily and buried it deep Shi Husband whispered: "Heh, I haven't touched you for half a month, it's really tight."

I also exhaled to let myself relax. In fact, I wanted to kiss him, but I was afraid that he would lose control as soon as I kissed him, and I couldn't bear the impact of starting work immediately.

I had no choice but to rub his arm: "Hubby, I'm still a little uncomfortable, take it easy."

My husband didn’t respond, but he agreed, but the good times didn’t last long. After a few moves, I lost my temper and lifted my legs with my arms. Now I couldn’t step on the chair and I couldn’t use my body at all. It's all up to him to control it. After biting on my neck for a while, I still felt that it didn't taste good, and then I returned to my mouth, and violently stuck out my tongue to stir it.

I was a little afraid to kiss back, but it didn't affect his interest at all. The sharp blade below began to open up and expand, which made me scream again and again. My mouth opened naturally, and was covered by his kiss again, making intermittent moans. cry.This is clearly an irritant. My husband used his arms to control me to bump up and down, and my lower body fluttered in and out, because the cream was sticky and every time I had intercourse, the crackling sound was louder than usual.

In the open space where the dining room was directly connected to the living room, the moaning sound was more erratic than in the bedroom, and even seemed to have an echo.While pumping and thrusting, my husband rubbed my buttocks with his hands, massaging the edge of the hole. I don’t know where he learned it, but it was quite comfortable. I couldn’t help twisting my waist again. My husband was so seduced by me. Resisting the fast straightening up, I ejaculated almost at the same time as my husband, tightening the hole, the tight inner wall convulsed with my husband, this can be regarded as the highest point in SEX, I am exhausted, but he just Hold me tight but don't back out.

I put my hands on the table and looked at my husband tiredly: "Hubby, take me back to the house~"

My husband lifted me up, withdrew and took off the condom. I saw that this was the end of the battle, but the shameless man took out another condom, tore off the strap neatly, and told me with a simple and honest face. Said: "Let's play again."

After I finished speaking, I didn't ask for my consent at all. He turned me over and hugged me, and inserted me in again. I lay helplessly on the table. This posture was just like I usually eat, but this time there was a human nail sitting on it. .I drooped my legs and didn't cooperate. My husband reached out and grabbed my "wild vegetable leaves" and rubbed them for a while. The sad animal man reacted again, but I knew that it was probably my spirit and body to do it again. It's the limit, otherwise you will definitely die.

Obviously my husband's technique is improving, and the strength of holding me is just right, and the stimulation of the inner wall makes it difficult for me to breathe. I propped up my body and leaned into my husband's arms, begging: "Slow down, let me take a breath."

My husband paused for a while, turned around in the body at different angles, reached out to the table and grabbed a piece of chocolate and put it in my mouth: "Eat something to replenish energy, and it will grow in the future."

When I heard it, I thought I was hallucinating. I just hope this is the last time. I was chewing chocolate but it got stuck in my throat when I tried to swallow it. My husband turned his head and kissed me. There was a creamy taste of chocolate between their mouths. I hummed and said, "Thirsty, it's too salty."

My husband just rummaged around in my mouth, and then he hugged me and got up to the water dispenser. I was about to reach out for a cup, but he grabbed me. open."

My husband clasped both my wrists behind his back with one hand, and pressed the switch with the other hand, and the water dripped down. I saw that I was not as knowledgeable as him, so I bent down without emotion and directly drank the water from my mouth. After a few mouthfuls, the guy behind me squeezed something in, which made me stagger. Fortunately, there was a wall in front of me, otherwise I had to lie on the ground. I wanted to turn around and scold him, but I was pushed against the wall, and my hands were in a surrender posture. Press it, and his legs are separated by him, this humiliating posture!

In fact, I don't like this position very much. I always feel like being raped. I want to struggle but I can't resist him, so I can only be manipulated by him.

My husband slammed hard behind me, breathing heavily on my ears, and finally I gave up and let him do what he wanted.Seeing that I was silent, my husband hugged my waist dissatisfiedly and lifted me up to make it easier for him to find a position. After pushing it a few times, I found that I moaned unwillingly before he was satisfied.

This time my husband has been doing it for a long time, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I shot it again and let it rage on him. I don't know how long it took for him to finish.Knowing that all the strength I had squeezed this time was gone, I safely carried me to the bed and covered me with the quilt.

I didn't have the strength to argue with him, and I wanted to fall asleep, but after a while, he touched me again, which I couldn't let go, and I didn't even open my eyes, and the voice was a little impatient: "Don't make trouble, You are going to kill me."

My husband still came over shamelessly and shook me in his arms: "Don't sleep, I have something to show you."

I was even more perfunctory, forced myself to open my eyes, and what I saw directly was a small red box, even a fool would know what was inside!

In an instant, the pupils dilated, the heart beat faster, and the palms were sweaty, but what kind of situation is this? How can someone give a ring just after being passionate? This is coaxing the mistress.

Although the scene was not quite right, the excitement was still the same. He touched the little red box tremblingly, and turned to stare at her husband: "If I'm not wrong, it should be the legendary diamond ring inside."

My husband raised his eyebrows and motioned for me to open it. My little heart is beating wildly with infinite vitality. I slowly opened the lid, and there are two rings next to each other. That is a men's wedding ring with a wide and clear face. How can I say that the two rings are clearly related to each other, but they are not so intentionally similar, or even completely opposite.It seems that my husband really put his mind on it, and it's rare for him to find such a suitable pair of rings.

I touched the pair of rings excitedly, but I didn’t dare to take it. My husband held mine, picked up the small broken diamond ring and put it on my ring finger, and said, “This is your diamond ring. Although I can't give you the ceremony of marriage, but there are many other things."

I was so moved that I was almost in tears. It turns out that the intention of exchanging rings is like this. The scene is not important, what really matters is whether each other's hearts feel happy.

I carefully picked up the large clean ring, slowly put it on my husband's ring finger, and then looked at their hands together,

It is also a man's hand, not as slender as a woman's, but the two rings are worn side by side at this moment, but they fit very well. My husband lightly shook my hand and brought it to his lips, and kissed: "From now on, there will be no one who breaks up with me." Thoughts, let’s live a good life together.”

I hugged my husband tightly, and said with a whimper, "I don't want to live with you forever. I will spend the next life with you. Don't even try to get rid of me."

Husband smiled and stroked my back to comfort me.

This is the way of gay marriage. Although there is no auditorium and blessings, everyone has their own way of commitment. Maybe my husband took out the wedding ring and proposed marriage after the passion, which is useless, but the feeling of happiness is the same. , even because the relationship and the commitment seemed stolen, every moment seemed unreal and precious.

I am obsessed and impulsive because of love. I never thought that I could persist until today, but people must have a thought, and they can’t settle when they don’t meet the right person. Whether it’s marriage or love, they are both beautiful and inviolable.

Guarding my beloved man, no matter how ordinary life becomes, no matter how painful experience becomes wonderful, if you are not brave enough, you just don’t love him enough.

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