General's Good Friday

Xiaobai hugged the general's waist tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts... I'm happy too!"

"..."

The general touched his trembling body under his hands, and when he heard this, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Hey, little rabbit..." He choked his throat, as if trying to hide his uncontrollable emotions, he squeezed Xiaobai's buttocks with his big hand, and said with a smile, "Is that why you want to be fucked by this general?"

Xiaobai buried his head and said nothing.

The general supported his buttocks with one hand, and slowly pushed his crotch up, pushing it up one by one.

"Um...um! Ah...um..."

Xiaobai immediately followed the general's movements and let out moans that he didn't know whether it was pain or comfort.

The posture of the two embracing each other is intimate, but it takes a lot of effort for the general to move. It is also thanks to the general's extraordinary physical strength and Xiaobai's slender body that he can bear it. Otherwise, if it was Xiaobai who If you move below, you may have to break your waist in just two strokes.

The general bumped his head there. He felt that although the mouth was narrow and tight, it was not too difficult to get in and out because of the lubrication of the balm. He still remembered the place he touched last time, so he tried his best to stick to that side. Move around so that Xiaobai can feel more comfortable.

The general still thought critically, although the mouth is tight, compared to Xiaobai's mouth, it still lacks some taste...

But when the general got the hang of it, he slowly made Xiaobai's moans sweeter and more ecstatic, and then he indulged in this sweaty exercise, and he didn't care about those messy things.

Not long after, Xiaobai opened his mouth and begged for mercy in a low voice: "General, you... slow down, slow down..."

The general clicked his tongue: "This is unbearable?"

But the movement also slowed down, rubbing his buttocks with big hands, and reaching to the middle to touch the smooth folds.

"Why do I feel a little swollen?" The general frowned and muttered.

Xiaobai hugged his neck and whispered: "No...it's okay, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

The general moved his crotch slowly, raised his head, kissed him with a smile, and made a rogue tone: "Tsk, you little rabbit...you haven't answered the general's question yet-you say, you Do you really want to be general... um, huh?"

Xiaobai was so ashamed that he buried his face in the general's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm so... so disgusted..."

The general was even more proud, hummed twice, and became more and more shameless: "Tell me—you say, is it more comfortable to go to the general, or to be the general? Hmm?"

Xiaobai was so ashamed that his neck was red, and he mumbled in the general's ear, "Why...how comfortable..."

The general didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Xiaobai raised his head with a blushing face, pressed the back of the general's head, kissed the general's lips one after another, licked his lips again, and repeated in a low voice: "Why...however..."

He gazed at the general affectionately with his eyes, and his hot breath brushed against the general's face.

"I like you...as long as it's with the general, it's fine...it doesn't matter if it hurts..."

The general felt hot, and subconsciously wanted to turn his face away, but his neck was so stiff that he couldn't control it. He looked at Xiaobai's affectionate pale face, and his own appearance reflected in those pair of eyes. Blinking, a wave of emotion suddenly rushed to the throat.

The general gently stroked Xiaobai's sweaty face, his voice choked up, almost sighing.

"You little fool... I like you too!"

After he finished speaking, before Xiaobai could react, he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly kissed Xiaobai's lips forcefully, pumping his crotch at a faster speed, and finally, he simply lifted Xiaobai's body, in a connected posture , like the usual two people do, pushed him down on the bed, put his hands on his waist, and pushed him up wide open.

As far as the general's physical strength and endurance are concerned, they are not at the same level as Xiaobai. Xiaobai lay limp on the bed, like mud, and vented twice in total. Afterwards, he couldn't even hum. I can only pant with my mouth open, tears glisten in the corners of my eyes, and sweat is also on my forehead.

After the general finished speaking, his heart trembled violently, and he had no time to think about it, so he could only divert his attention by burying his head and working hard, so as not to let himself think about things that became more and more terrifying the more he thought about it.

He was hot all over, and his wheat-colored skin was covered with sweat. He vented in Xiaobai once and was not satisfied. The thing hardly softened and then swelled again. With a humming sound, Bai began to attack fiercely.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

How much conscience did he still have, fearing that Xiaobai would be overwhelmed, the general asked in a hoarse voice.

"..."

But Xiaobai just opened his mouth, with a wrinkled face, unable to speak at all.

The general thought that he had made people hard, so he retreated slightly, looked down at the place where the two joined, and saw that the place was wet, and the liquid overflowing from the hole was still a little cloudy and slightly red. , sticking to the folds of the acupuncture point and the half of his own purple swelling, it is simply indescribably obscene.

Bleeding... bleeding...

As soon as the general saw the red silk, all the shame and guilt that had been put aside immediately ran back, and seeing Xiaobai's look of breathing in but not out, he felt that he seemed to have gone too far .

With this thought in mind, the general pressed Xiaobai, and slowly retreated by himself, the thing withdrew from the tight hole, driving the hole to cling to the surface, making a shape as if to hold it back, watching The general's mouth was so dry that he almost couldn't hold back and inserted it back again.

Sensing the general's withdrawal, Xiaobai frowned slightly, his voice hoarse: "General...general?"

"I'm here," the general leaned over and kissed his wet forehead, and said soothingly, "You...have a little blood here, let's rest."

Xiaobai pursed his lips: "Oh... just a little bit, it's okay."

The general lowered his face: "'Just a little bit'? To put it lightly, you will suffer tomorrow!"

When the general retreated completely, Xiaobai looked down and saw that the general was still standing upright, he couldn't help hesitating: "You...you haven't..."

"Oh," the general said in a low voice with his face burning hot, "it's okay, I myself..."

But Xiaobai struggled to prop up his limp body, and crawled over: "I...I'll help you..."

The general hurriedly pushed his head away, blushing and said, "What are you doing? I just came out of there, and...it's not too dirty! I can do it with my own hands..."

While talking, he held it with his hands and kneaded it up and down.

Xiaobai raised his head, looked at the general's lowered eyes, indulging in desire, felt the general's love, and recalled the "like" the general said to him just now, his heart was sweet, just I feel extremely happy.

After the general had vented, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath of relief. He finally felt physically and mentally comfortable, but he was also unavoidably a little tired.

He put on his clothes and got out of bed, found a clean veil, and hastily wiped off the dirt under his body and between Xiaobai's buttocks, then hugged Xiaobai comfortably, covered the quilt tightly and prepared to sleep.

"General..." Xiaobai whispered in his arms, "You...you can say it again, okay?"

The general didn't understand, so he asked, "Say what?"

Xiaobai blushed: "Say you like me..."

"..." The general paused for breath, but didn't make a sound.

Xiaobai urged: "General?"

"Say...what are you talking about?" The general turned over, turned his back to him, and muttered in a low voice, "It's fine if you didn't hear clearly, say what you said again..."

Xiaobai took his arm: "I heard it clearly, but...but I want to listen to it again!"

"Don't say it!" The general said angrily, "Shut up and go to bed!"

Xiaobai thought the general was thin-skinned and embarrassed, so he pursed his lips and smiled silently behind his back for a while, then closed his eyes, and fell asleep happily.

General Queliu kept his eyes open in the dark, thinking with some panic in his heart, at that time, he actually said that sentence without thinking... Could it be that he was really assimilated by this little rabbit subtly? ?

He, Hussar General, really became a rabbit, and fell in love with this man Ruan Xiaobai?

The general's mind was messed up by this idea, his thoughts were depressed, and he was drowsy. He didn't know when he fell asleep slowly.

But even in a dream, he was disturbed by this thought and couldn't live comfortably.

Xiaobai woke up in the middle of the night, feeling that the initial numbness had passed, and now it was really like the general said, it was excruciatingly painful.

He wrinkled his face bitterly, and couldn't sleep because of the pain for a while, so he could only listen to the general's regular and long breathing, and stared at the dark sky, enduring the pain, waiting for the one who didn't know if there was one Sleepiness struck again.

"Um……"

After an unknown amount of time, the general with his back turned suddenly moved and made a muffled sound.

Xiaobai blinked, quietly propped himself up, and poked his head over.

"Don't...don't talk nonsense..."

The general was talking in his sleep.

Xiaobai covered his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter, not letting himself be amused by this interesting discovery, then turned his head sideways, and slowly moved his ears closer, trying to hear more clearly.

I don't know what the general is dreaming about...

"I like... rabbits..."

Xiaobai blinked.

"This general...don't like men..."

One hundred and eight

The general had weird dreams all night, and he opened his eyes early the next morning, with a pair of faint dark circles under his eyes, he got up from the bed in a daze, and habitually touched his side