Huahua's face was also flushed abnormally, but when he thought about the lubricant he just took out, he couldn't get excited. He was very cold, like pouring down a basin of cold water.
In this circle, he knows even more about that aspect than Lingyin, because he comes into contact with many people. When men chat with each other, what can't be mentioned?
In addition, he had personally experienced that kind of thing before. It was extremely painful. He really couldn't feel anything else except the pain. The memory was particularly deep, so he didn't have the slightest fondness for doggy style. He always felt that it was self-abuse. He Huahua is not a masochistic Tiktok!
Moreover, many people were actually sent to the hospital at that time. He heard this kind of thing too many times. Others told it as a joke, but he was frightened when he heard it.
Really, he neither wants to be fucked by Lingyin nor wants to be fucked by Lingyin.
He feels that sexual love between men can be vented without having to do the whole thing. Just like the few times they have experienced each other, it is enough to just vent it out. Why bother to be obsessed with that process? He will never be able to accept that. A complete process.
Huahua reached out and grabbed Lingyin's restless hand with a very firm attitude: "Brother Ling, no, I don't want it!"
His voice was trembling, loud, and very repulsive.
Lingyin knew that he had a shadow and wanted to slowly relieve him. He lowered his head and continued to kiss Huahua's face: "Huahua, it's not as scary as you think. Let's try it once, okay?"
"No, I don't want to. If I can't, I can't!" He pushed Lingyin's face away angrily and wanted to get out of bed.
But Lingyin pressed him hard. Lingyin's desire was so intense that he couldn't stop at all. He tried his best to restrain himself during every intimacy. After serving Huahua, he always reached the commanding heights in a hurry. But I have never had enough fun. My mood was very good tonight, so I kept trying, even with a bit of a tough attitude.
"Is it your previous experience that still makes you afraid?" Lingyin stroked him more tenderly and kissed him: "Huahua, you were...I mean that thing, I was very angry, if the person hadn't been dead, , I will definitely cut them into pieces!"
Huahua's eyes widened: "You know?"
Lingyin's comforting eyes enveloped Huahua, "Huahua, I'm not one of them, and I won't hurt you. If you are afraid, let's try, okay?"
"No, I don't like it."
"Maybe it's not as bad as you think."
"I said I don't like it. I'm not a hole. Are you with me just to find a hole?" When Huahua spoke, her cheeks were burning. He felt ugly and uncomfortable: "Even if you haven't experienced that, It’s impossible for me to accept this thing, let alone try it. Don’t let me repeat it again and again!”
Lingyin said nothing, and Huahua continued to roar: "You keep saying you like me, but in the end you do that to me. Everything you said before is a lie, right?"
Huahua was angry and anxious: "Get out of here!"
He stretched out his leg and kicked Lingyin hard. Lingyin had no time to defend himself and was kicked out of the bed. He fell to the floor with a loud "thud" sound.
Lingyin sat there unexpectedly and said nothing. Huahua was like a defensive fox, glaring at him vigilantly and fiercely.
Lingyin slowly got up and entered the bathroom.
His body was suffering from an unbearable fever, and he blamed himself a little. Even though he knew that he was unwilling, he kept fighting for her, which ended in an unhappy relationship.