Chapter 3 My Persistence Doesn't Need a Condom Proof
In front of me, the literary man described the pleasure of going to bed with a woman in a vivid and vivid way, and he also commented on the three women whose performance in bed satisfied him. I saw a happy smile on his face, and I felt more and more that he
of loneliness.
He has a woman he misses in his heart, so when he sleeps with other women, maybe it's just an imagination in his mind, and the pleasure only stays on the surface and goes deep into his heart.
He had minded me trying this method, but I didn't agree.
However, when I saw her dressed up for tonight's dinner party, my thoughts stopped for three seconds. How should I put it? I could pretend not to care, but I saw her evasive eyes.
I don't like her dress. The feeling of smooth and soft skin lingering on my fingertips has not dissipated. She is already standing next to another man, and this man is Zhang Youze who we need to test tonight.
I was furious, and she seemed to be aware of my gaze, but when our eyes touched, she showed disgust.
That's right. From her behavior in bed last night and the time she appeared now, it shouldn't be difficult for me to judge that her relationship with this Zhang Youze is not ordinary.
I have read the information about Zhang Youze, and I think there is no official who does not have three wives and four concubines around him, but he does not. If he can bring Lin Duoduo with him, it will not be a demonstration, but a performance.
I raised the corner of my mouth and watched the two of them whispering. I could only snort and pick up the wine glass disdainfully. Maybe they have a close relationship, and Zhang Youze does regard Lin Duoduo as very important, but does he know that last night?
, his woman, lying under me.
Thinking of last night, I couldn't swallow the bad breath in my heart. I stretched out my hand and walked up to them and said, "The beauty next to me, Mr. Zhang, looks familiar. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to have a drink with her."
There was still disgust in her eyes, and of course, fear.
So, Zhang Youze didn't know what happened between me and her in bed last night, but weren't the hidden hickeys on her neck the traces of our love?
She was so angry with me that she drank all the red wine in the glass in front of everyone, but what I couldn't ignore was the light in her eyes.
disgust.
I don’t know why, but I was in a bad mood, so I picked up the wine bottle in front of her and poured one bottle into my mouth. She looked panicked, but she sat there without stopping. After finishing the wine, I sat back down.
He sat on the sofa and watched her walk towards the bathroom slightly embarrassed.
Almost instinctively, I followed.
My mind was a little dizzy. I didn't know if it was me making excuses for what happened that day or if I really drank too much. I thought of ways to humiliate her, but instead of resisting like before, she deliberately left me alone.
It was all because of my pride that I desperately broke my record. I broke into the women's bathroom and pressed her against the wall. Her cheeks were glowing red and she looked at me warily.
There was evidence that she wanted to run away, but I held her down and subdued her.
When dealing with women, I have fully proved that in addition to using your heart, you can also use force.
I sarcastically, mocked, and even asked her insultingly if I was better than Zhang Ju in bed, but she just avoided it and didn't answer me at all. I took her arm and pushed her into the single room, and her body became more and more nervous.
He came closer, but because his fingertips carefully touched the softness of her chest, he was out of control.
My lower body felt uncomfortable. I held her hand with one hand and opened the zipper of my lower body with the other hand. After her words, instinctively, I took his hand and put it on my erection, looking at it.
Her pupils dilated rapidly, and I finally smiled with satisfaction.
I understood what I was thinking. In short, seeing the woman lying on the bed with me having skin-to-skin contact with me, I felt instantly satisfied. I held her hand and stroked my hardness deeper.
superior.
The more scared she is, the happier I am, and the more shame I feel is eliminated, which brings waves of pleasure.
But how could I forget that this woman who looked like a little white rabbit had so many thoughts hidden in her heart? When I saw her eyes turn slightly, I knew she was about to take action again.
Sure enough, she pressed her head against my head and pushed me away, thinking that she had practiced iron head skills, but unfortunately, she failed.
She pushed in, and I pushed out. The two of us went back and forth, and her fingers were pressed on my hardness again. I was not satisfied with just that. Her face was leaning on my waist, and I pressed hard.
Go down and let her mouth aim at my dick.
I felt like I was getting hard. Although her mouth didn't open, I just touched her soft lips, and I couldn't help but get hard. She begged for mercy, but I wasn't going to let her go, and I quickly stretched out my fingers.
When he got under her dress, he grabbed the snow-white layer and kneaded it vigorously.
She didn't seem to react to the pinch, but I still pressed her neck next to my dick. The moist and soft lips and the white softness under my palm made my body react violently, and I ordered her to open her mouth.
She obviously disagrees.
She was so unfamiliar with things between men and women, and she was also very repulsive to my dick. But because of this, it aroused the feeling in my heart even more. I coaxed her and kneaded the tip of his penis with my fingertips. Originally,
The soft snow tip became harder and harder, and when I was about to be sent to the top, she actually gave me a bite.
This is indeed a strong statement, and I cannot say it. After all, it is not a glorious thing for men and women to have this kind of thing when they have their own needs. I was a little angry, but she stepped back and begged softly for mercy.
I really want to ask her, will you be like this when you are having sex with Zhang Youze? Will he use his mouth according to your request like this to me, or will he directly pull you to the window to solve the problem? But I can't say it, I would rather believe that it was her
I am the only man.
A man who impressed her.
What I want to make me angry is not only that, Zhang Youze actually entered this bathroom. When his voice sounded, it reminded me of one thing. Tonight, Minghui is going to test Zhang Youze.
Lin Duoduo's words seemed to be filled with fear that Zhang Youze knew her current situation. She even coaxed Zhang Youze into leaving, and was eager to get out.
The look in her eyes made me lose interest, so I asked her, when was your first time? In fact, I was reminding this woman that her first time was with me. If you want to climb up to Zhang Youze
Bed, at least this cannot be erased.
But there was a sense of shame in her tone when she said it, and she hoped that I would not mention it again. This also angered me. I was thinking about one thing. If I let her go back at this time, would it really be possible to test me?
Something needed.
In my opinion, there is really nothing to test about this stupid woman. At most, she is the woman Zhang Youze is trying to get close to, but of course his goal is not her, but me.
It's a pity that he doesn't know that I am also full of disgust for this woman who dislikes me.
Picking up my pants, I turned around and walked out the door, feeling indescribably disappointed in my heart.
When I walked to the elevator, I saw Zhang Youze leaving lonely, and then I thought that Minghui might have started to take action. However, at this time, I had no interest in participating at all. I turned around and stood at the end of the corridor, extremely irritable.
The reason why I think she is stupid is of course not just because she hates Zhang Youze who abandoned her at a dangerous moment and made herself dream that officials like the Cultural Affairs Bureau would like her, but because there was a loud noise in the room.
At the sound of the sound, she hurried over on high heels.
Almost without hesitation, he pushed open the box door.
As a stupid woman, there is one thing about her that is very unlikable, that is, she does not know how much she weighs. Even if there is a vendetta at the scene, what is the use of her running towards it?
I looked at her through the crack in the door, dumbfounded, and felt irritated in my heart.
I have understood that from her mouth, the most I can ask is what one plus one equals, and there will be no progress in the rest.
But the two men under Minghui didn't know that. They looked at her with a lewd smile while dangling their sword hilts. I can completely imagine what they will do next.
I threw away the cigarette in my hand irritably, kicked the door hard, and walked in front of her.
She was just an ordinary passerby outside our circle. Like passerby A, she once gave me a bottle of mouthwash and slept with me twice. There seemed to be nothing special about her.
If I have to find something special, to use the words of a literary giant, if I turn a blind eye to a high-quality man like me, she is not only a stupid woman, but also a stupid woman with courage but no taste.
I don't want to mention this stupid woman again. At least I already understand everything I want to know. It's useless to say more.
That night, I was drunk. In my dream, the gentle fingers pinched my lower body hard, and the little red face showed a bit of shyness and cuteness.
There was the ringing of the silver bell in my ears, and my consciousness already told me who this woman was. Just as she was holding me tightly in her hands and serving me to her heart's content, her body slowly slid down, and the clothes on her body receded.
The clothes crawled on my lower body, and the next moment, they contained me.
I was so excited that I wanted to sit on the bed, press her shoulders and move her again and again. Until I reached the point of excitement, her shy voice made me realize that she was not that stupid woman.
I kicked the woman next to the bed out and threw away everything that could be thrown in the room. When Han Wenhao approached in despair, I realized something. I wanted a woman, but it was that stupid woman.
.
For three consecutive days, I lay in this box, flipping through my phone, and remained silent.
Because I really don’t know whether I should contact her or not. Her appearance has remained here for seventy-two hours and ten minutes.
No outsider has ever been to the stunning backyard, and they all say that the scenery makes one miss others. I sat in the pavilion, looking at the wine glass swaying in the glass, and I actually thought of that stupid woman again.
Of course, I can guarantee that this is not my fault, it was just because I accidentally passed the printing shop when I went out to do errands in the morning and saw her wearing a light green sportswear.
I changed into camouflage and went hiking with Lao Ma and others. After I came back and looked at the clothes on my body, I suddenly felt that green and light green matched well. But I also felt that because of the game atmosphere and this idea, it sounded a bit petty.
The literary giant called me from a distance, and I turned around with some disdain. In the past two days, this guy was acting like a monkey in my place, taking me to see all kinds of beauties, threatening to find me a better woman than so-and-so, no.
Are you just excited to see my decline? As for being so proud?
He laughed, a man who falls in love is also a fool.
I reply: Men who think they are in love are really fools.
But when I turned around and looked over, I suddenly felt that I was a fool. The figure I saw in the morning actually appeared not far away. When our eyes touched, she seemed to be avoiding it, but she smiled faintly, with a blush on her cheeks.
Lin Duoduo, the woman I want to meet.
But I found that this woman would always bring me trouble. I disliked her, so when I spoke, I felt like I was fighting. But she also seemed to dislike me. Even so, there was still a tone of laughter in her voice.
soft.
I thought my charm had made her think of me uncontrollably. As soon as she said those words, I realized that it was the literary giant who was so upset that she came to see me.
I don't interrupt or deceive anyone, so I feel calm that I am not sick. When she heard what I said, she turned around and left. I suddenly became furious. Could it be that I, Xia Haoyu, wanted to meet a woman and lie about being sick?
No, no, no, I made a mistake. It's not that I wanted to see her, but... well, there are no outsiders here anyway. I admit a little, maybe, I really want to see her.
Zhang Youze always appears when there is no need, but I know that in her heart, Zhang Youze's weight may be heavier than mine. I am a little disdainful, and I want to prove that I am no worse than Zhang Youze, and that she is
mine.
For both proofs, I admit that I am competing with myself.
I didn't expect her to drink, and she was drinking in a stunning private room. I looked at her with disgust, wondering what to say.
A woman who likes to drink is not lovable, and a woman who messes up after drinking is even more annoying. But looking at her with red cheeks and slack eyes, I suddenly didn't want to compete with her.
I have never seen her eyes and movements so feminine. Her hands hooked my shoulders, her body leaned towards me as hard as she could, her fingers unbuttoned my collar and reached into my shirt.
.
She's so horny and so am I.
When the soft fingertips reached into my clothes, I was already hard. I leaned down to look at her, held the side of her face with one hand, and kissed her hard.
The hot kiss mixed with the smell of wine made our bodies stick to each other hotly. My hands reached into her clothes. I was always greedy for the soft pleasure brought by her body. When I held that plump hand,
I am extremely sure that this is what she smells like.
Her kiss was more passionate than I imagined, and I didn't want to lose to her. I felt like we were a couple in love, because we hadn't seen each other for a few days, and we just met, and we wanted to eat each other out.
I pushed her clothes up, pressed her down on the sofa, leaned over and pressed her down. The tip of my tongue fell on her face, from the corners of her eyebrows to the wings of her nose, and then to her earlobes. I knew all her sensitive points, every trace of her.
He slid his tongue slowly, kissed her earlobe, and bit it slowly.
Her fingers pulled open the belt I asked for again, and her fingers quickly penetrated deep, grabbing my hardness in an instant. The burning heat of her fingertips stimulated everything hidden in my body. I pulled her arm to my forehead and pressed it.
On the sofa, she leaned down and bit his Xuefeng.
"Ah~" she responded in a low voice, and I stirred the tip of my tongue vigorously. "Ah~" her voice became louder, and I knew she needed my entrance.
"I put my other hand into her pants and wiped it, and it was indeed moist.
"I want it~" Her body got up slightly from the sofa, pulled off my clothes, and stuck to my body, saying: "I want it~"
I noticed the abnormality in her body, and I was finally sure that something was wrong with her.
Should I do it? Or not? Her fingers reached into my pants again and pinched my erection. I almost rushed forward, but I couldn't bear it.
It must be the glass of wine that the literary hero brought in just now, otherwise, how could her reaction be so strong?
I still didn't do it. I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower, put in some warm water, and threw the unconscious woman in. Seeing her nervously grabbing my back, I suddenly felt a little guilty.
Of course, a sense of humiliation also swept through my body.
The writer was called down to receive the reward. But I knew that everyone standing at the door was curious about how I would react. Last time I proved that I didn't like men, but this time, I proved my persistence.
Must be above them.
They are testing me, but she is innocent.
As for the issue of durability, next, I will tell them with practical actions that I am the only one who is stunning.