Wine and Gun

Albarino bit the back of his hand with his mouth, and his entire face was covered with sparkling saliva - now he is a little suspicious that Herstal did it on purpose, because it is best not to have a tooth mark on the other party's body, otherwise in prison no matter what. Can't tell how. In this way, Albarino didn't even have the right to take a sip on the opponent's shoulder, and his waist was bruised.

The opponent's movements and strength were not very considerate, this posture made Albarino's legs numb, and occasionally he would whine a few times because the opponent entered too deep. Albarino could feel the lips rubbing lightly on the back of his neck, probably resisting the urge to bite.

But even so, it felt as if the other party intended to devour him. Albarino had no doubts that sometimes Herstal might have felt that way. The fangs hang just above his skin and can easily cut into his pulse, such a distance and a submissive gesture must be a lot of temptation for nüè nerds.

Not to mention the perverts who lack empathy—sometimes Albarino also wonders, can a person like Herstal love another person like an ordinary person? Will his love be as hot and tender as he admitted before the jury? Or is this kind of love still the love of a monster, not the same as Albarino but in the same way, and the other party's desire to kill him is as important as his desire to love him?

Thinking this way, this serial killer really has a tangled and interesting soul.

Albarino gasped: the other party rubbed his chest like revenge, and now he was a little worried that the skin was broken; every time Herstal moved forward, the skin on his chest was on the glass With a rub, the tingling and the cold mixed together, and in the end there was only a tingling deep into the bone marrow. Albarino spit out the small piece of skin that was bitten by the teeth from between his lips, and even had time to squeeze a smile amid the stinging pain, and said intermittently: "It seems that the drug components in your blood are metabolized. Thoroughly...Mr. Armalette."

"According to what you said, the side effects will disappear in about six weeks. Is it a bit late for you to say this after two months of stopping the drug?" On the skin of his neck, it was as if a láng was lying behind him and exhaling.

"Since it's been two months, can the symptoms of your sexual desire rebound stop? ... Or did you do it on purpose? You have to participate in experiments in the laboratory that you don't understand at all, and go to the prison. I have to be fucked by you endlessly, am I a bit too miserable?" Albarino retorted at this stall, although listening to his brisk tone, he might not feel miserable at all.

Herstal's response was crisp and neat: he pinched Albarino's waist and rammed it in, and a humming sound escaped from the other's lips, his back trembled and arched, and then he was swept away by Herstal again. sympathetically pressed back onto the glass. The sight of Albarino's fingers scratching the mist-covered windows was a delightful sight indeed.

It was at this time that Herstal spoke again slowly.

He asked, "How about Jenny Griffin?"

Herstal wouldn't admit that he really liked the voice of Albarino when he was struggling in the whirlpool of lust, and he spoke in a lower and hoarse voice than usual, with punctuation between his words. Breath sound. He even sounded sincere when his voice jumped high with uncontrolled pleasure.

"Thanks to my forged test reports and your peace of mind in the prison, she didn't find out that you stopped taking the medicine... By the way, I buried the replaced pills in the laboratory corridor. Under the cactus flowerpot, two cacti died."

Albarino answered like this. Obviously, the serial killer turned into a cactus killer, and he was still so ruthless.

Then he paused, because his body was tightening like a convulsion, and Herstal groaned as well. Herstal put his hand around Albarino and touched his yīnjīng, his palm was sticky and covered with prostatic fluid.

Albarino trembled with a high fever when he touched his hand, and it took a few seconds for him to regain his voice and continued: "But overall...the results of her second-stage experiment were not as expected-- Hmm—men with high androgen hormones are indeed more irritable sometimes, but can the decrease in hormones have the opposite effect... Anyway, I have long thought that her project was a scam from the university—ah! Fuck! Hess Tal!"

In the end, it was undoubtedly a string of dirty words. When he was hit by the other party's prostate, his eyes went blank. The popular science he gave to Herstal before was absolutely correct: although the development of secondary sexual characteristics is closely related to androgens, but high prostate gland is ultimately nerve stimulation, as long as the right amount of stimulation is given, people can always feel it.

And Herstal is obviously not interested in whether Jenny Griffin is cheating money, anyway, as long as the other party's experiment can take him out of the single cell, in a single cell, a person may spend his life I haven't seen the sun once, and it's nonsense to want to leave that kind of place.

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