Wine and Gun

"But you never have to worry about something like that happening," she whispered, pressing her lips against the cardinal.

Greece, Santorini, East Zone 2, 04:36

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and there was still a slight commotion in a guest room on the top floor of a hotel near the coast. From the window of the guest room, you can see the most iconic and beautiful coast of Santorini: the roundabout in the calm Aegean Sea, the white houses illuminated by warm lights, and the blue-roofed church built on the cliff in Oia and Colorful cottage.

But the room is filled with a bloody smell that is incompatible with this city by the Aegean Sea. Although the smell has been diluted to a very light level, there are still two drops of blood that are gradually solidifying on the feet. A blood-stained glove.

The TV in the bedroom is on, and a reality show is showing on the TV, but the tenants in the room don't pay attention to the show, they seem to just borrow a little light source from the TV to fill in the noise from the TV this dark night.

The indefinite radiance illuminates the entangled body on the man, and in the darkness, only the curves of the shoulders and back can be seen vaguely, grasping the strong fingers of the man, or a sound or two spit out from the lips in the darkness Moan, everything is ambiguous and secret in this tourist city that is billed as a love sanctuary.

The screen switched on the TV, the camera swept across the woodland and the open lake, the light spilled on the screen in the room was slightly brighter, and the younger of the two men on the room leaned down and kissed the person under him. The back of the sweaty neck—his fingers wrapped around the other person’s slightly longer hair, and he was patiently brushing the wet ends of his hair from the other side’s shoulders one by one—then suddenly said abruptly: " They were right to choose not to develop that lake, otherwise they would fish out the heads of at least three people at the bottom of the lake."

He paused thoughtfully, then added, "If the CSI hadn't scooped them all up first...I don't know the details."

The elder chose to struggle under him for a while, as if he would really kick the opponent down. But this action was not threatening, because his voice was hoarse when he spoke, and his gasps split the sentence into pieces: "Albarino, normal people don't talk about this on chat."

"It's a bit late to talk about 'normal' now, especially when there's a dead man lying in your rented car, Darling." Albarino said with a smile, grabbing his hair and pressing him back, Leaning down and squeezing the flesh on the back of the opponent's neck with his teeth, since part of him was still buried in the opponent's body, this action successfully ripped a moan from the opponent's throat. "... Besides, I think you like this, Herstal."

"I mean that normal people don't talk about reality shows on chuáng." Herstal retorted, and it didn't seem to be successful in terms of momentum. After all, at this time, he was all sore and the skin on his cheekbones was terrifyingly hot.

"You like that, too," Albarino said with a smile in his ear, his voice wet and warm, "I can see what's going to happen: they'll embed me in the hallway wall. The piles of hands were dug up because I looked like they were trying to dig out the closet there... Then I can tell you how I cut those hands off the dead body."

When he said this, one hand crawled between Chuáng Shan and Herstal's bodies, so as to feel the hard, hot organ between the other's legs. Herstal had already shivered once, and the sheet was sticky now, but the organ was still watering. Albarino flexed his fingers twice, feeling Herstal's waist and legs trembling under his pressure, at the same time, this often unsmiling man was spit out a series of foul language in a low voice.

Even at this juncture, Herstal still had time to retort: ​​"What I do to you—"

He presumably wanted to say something like "not interested", so Albarino rammed into his body maliciously, forcing Herstal to let out a small moan; Albarino used the With rough fingers, he played with the tender skin at the top of his genitals, and quickly and rudely pushed the other party to the next high cháo.

At the same time, he lowered his head and kissed Herstal's earlobe, and said affectionately, "But you are a pervert, my dear."

At the same time, one of the reality TV guests broke out into a terrifying scream, which sounded quite loud even though the TV was turned down. At the same time, Albarino could clearly feel how Herstal had crossed the peak of Gaocháo, the muscles on his shoulders and back tightened, his thighs trembled uncontrollably, and even the rear shrank, contrary to the He voluntarily sucked the genitals buried deep within him. Albarino chose to shove into his body at this time, and a new shudder came from his body.

——After a few minutes, they found their comfortable positions on the table, and Albarino put a hand on Herstal's waist (although he really wanted to touch each other's legs, so that He felt the liquid dripping out, but then he would definitely be kicked off by Herstal; Herstal used a shirt he had thrown at his feet with disgust - it was Albarino his shirt - wiped off the sweat and other liquids from his body, then threw the shirt on the floor and lay back down beside Albarino.

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