sinovels Chapter 46 Meaning
Chapter 46 Meaning
Valentin threw away the knife and fork, knelt down and unbuttoned my pants, and looked up at me in surprise, because I didn't have an erection at all.He wanted to lower his head to hold it, but was blocked by my legs, it was very laborious. "Get out of the way." He said vaguely.
I stood still, so he had no choice but to bend his back forward, still awkward, and after a while he started to get angry, snorted dissatisfiedly, and frowned.
"Get up." I said.
He was taken aback when he heard this, he supported my legs to prop up his upper body, and stared at me blankly.After he stopped wearing that sweater, he simply stopped wearing thick clothes, and walked around the house wearing only a T-shirt or vest. Even if there was heating, it was still winter, and he often got pimples from the cold, but I didn’t do it again. I asked him if he was cold.The light in the dining room was broken, and it was all illuminated by the headlights in the living room. Under such gloom, his face was less angular and more solid, and he looked more like Valentin than ever.To this day, he is so beautiful that it still makes my heart tremble.I looked at him silently, motionless, and could faintly hear the sound of the clock in the next room; but Valentin could no longer bear this sudden silence since he moved back, so he began to move, tentatively approaching slowly, Put your lips out to kiss me.
When he came over, my stomach tightened immediately, and the memory of smell is the longest. The dry heat of his neck and the faint smell of engine oil immediately pulled out countless fragments in my mind, almost making me convulse.He was still tentative before, but then he pressed his whole body on me, with his belly against my knees, all because he pressed my lips tightly.I felt that he was in love, but an indescribable anger seized me because of this—how could he still be in love so naturally?What is it that makes him emotional?Is it because of my mutilation, or is it because of his devotion?My heart is pounding, my mind is in a mess, I can't think clearly, the only thing I know is that lust is inappropriate at this moment.
So I pulled him up, unbuttoned his trousers and rolled them a few times under his astonished eyes, and after a while, the man under me became erect |, I looked directly at him and said, "Come on."
Valentin's astonishment quickly turned to anger, but this anger didn't last long before it turned calm. He tore off his clothes with a hook of the collar, took off his clothes with two rustles, and spread his legs without hesitation. Bend down to stick fingers in ass|hole.His body was shamelessly and aggressively exposed in front of my eyes, as if he wanted to compete with me.The two fingers are picking at the flesh and going in and out, he is white, the butt|hole is a little darker, brown, but it will turn red after a long time of wear, and the word "pink" is the first one.Probably because he hadn't touched it for a long time, the development was not smooth. He lay there for a long time, his posture was stiff and awkward, and then he simply put one foot on the chair and rode on the corner of the table to do it; his friends and mistresses were determined to Unexpectedly, he could be so shameless and shameless. After seeing him, Yulia might also learn from him; it's just that he is big and not as soft as a woman. This twisted posture is a bit ridiculous, and it can even be said to be ugly. .
But sex is inherently more obscene and more extraordinary. I think he used to be as beautiful as a god, but now he is also ridiculous and ugly. His lower body swelled rapidly again. He stood up and grabbed his wrist and pulled out his fingers, aiming at his acupuncture point twice. , Before he could react, he raised his hips and forced his way in.He yelled in pain, his palms rubbed against the bare tabletop, and his legs couldn't hold on, and they trembled.Soon the trembling was spreading from his legs to his whole body, so that I couldn't squeeze in at all and had to back out to see what was wrong with him.Only then did I realize that he was laughing, trembling with laughter, and turned his head to stare at me: "...Hahaha, fuck! You are still angry." After speaking, I stood up with my arms up, and the two dimples on my waist suddenly popped emerge.
This is sex without love, so it cannot be called sex.Both of us were in pain, his hole was so dry that I couldn't finish it, but he squeezed it down desperately, as if deliberately hurting me, this behavior irritated me, I grabbed his waist and slammed it violently; He slammed down on the dining table and swept down a few forks. The plate was in danger, but he caught it a second before it fell.I don't know why I said to fuck|him, or why he agreed, even undressed in the restaurant in such a hurry.Now I see that he can't get hard at all, he has to use his hands - that's why I said that sentence, I want to test what kind of emotion I still have for him, and I guess he should be the same.As expected, dry, astringent, and painful, his ass|eye showed the answer.
At that time, I had procrastinating colds, and it was not always good. I guess it was because I didn’t take the medicine on time before, and I fell into the root cause of the disease. After a little violent behavior, I immediately felt out of breath and coughed uncontrollably; At this moment, Valentin stops his voice, burying his head and panting in a low voice. The only thing that sounds clearly in the living room is my intermittent coughing.This kind of quietness was very humiliating, almost made me soft, so I raised my hand and slapped him hard. His buttocks trembled a few times, turned red, and the opening of his hole tightened rapidly, making me shudder from the bite.He is a shameless person. He used to have a violent sex on the bed, and he could say all kinds of dirty words, but I still took those words seriously.Thinking of this, I felt a burst of remorse, self-loathing to the extreme, hitting him harder and faster, all to force myself not to think about it; there was a warmth in my mouth, I stretched out my hand to touch it, and sure enough An abnormal wetness, as if bleeding.But Valentin didn't say a word, only gasped in a low voice, accompanied by the regular sound of the legs of the dining table, and occasionally moaned a few words, appearing obedient and fascinated.
"...It won't work, it won't work, it won't work like this!" I suddenly pushed him away, staggered a few steps back, sat down on the chair, and bowed my back tightly.
Valentin exhaled, or sighed, got down from the table, turned and hugged me, without saying a word.I buried myself naked on his neck and wept bitterly. I had never lost control like this. At that moment, Valentin turned into many objects. There was Valentin who was like a dream when I loved him most passionately, and there were others who did not Valentin hesitated to stab me in the heart, but none of them seemed to be the real him.I really want to ask him, is this period of time difficult, is it painful to be with me; is he afraid of my death when he suddenly indulges like this; I.
He was rubbing my head again, pinching the back of my neck, and kissing my temple; I lay in his arms, hugging his waist, feeling dizzy, I thought this scene was not without love, love was mixed with something, so I am resentment, and he is a lover, and friction will give birth to resentment and revenge. During the period, repentance and unwillingness to go together, after everything, it ends in a hug.
"Valentin," I said in a low voice, "I want you to tell me the truth, without a lie, and don't coax me,"
His hand touching my head paused. "Okay," he said.
good?good what good?His body was in a mess, his skin was pimples from the cold, the part under his body hadn't ejaculated for a long time, it was already a little weak, and the heels of his legs were stained with blood.I looked at him like this, like the soul was reinjected for a moment, and suddenly my heart softened. When I saw him for the first time, he leaned down and made fun of me, "Ivan—who can't remember Ivan", With his hands on his waist and his eyes closed, he looked very chic and not easy to mess with.Instead of what it is like now, just say the word "good".I was not nice to him.
"Forget it." I rubbed my eyes and got off him.What more is there to ask?What's the point of knowing the bottom line?In the ten seconds that just passed, I realized that I fell in love with Valentin because of a certain moment, a certain extreme moment, but Valentin was never a moment; It’s too pure—in fact, such a fact is very simple. I knew from the beginning that I needed him more than I needed love, needed love, and needed the passing of time. I was taking him as a meaning.But he is alone.
I gradually recovered my breath and squatted down to pick up my clothes. "You said last time that you can do whatever you want, is it still counting?"
"Count." He said softly.
He was breathing very carefully, his voice was weak, and he was almost holding his breath. I couldn't figure out why he was so tense, it didn't look like him at all; the air was almost frozen, only the pointer in the next room tried to stir up this round of silence.
I stood up and put on my clothes and said, "I want to try open relationships."