Perfect Match

But desire.

The lower abdomen was dry and burning, the stubborn thing was not stiff enough, and the iron rod was propped up in the crotch, asking for something impetuously. The sac swelled so badly that the **** was nearly full, but there was no boost from the shot. It longed for Omega's tight martyrdom, desperately wanted to be swallowed and sucked, rubbing from the roots to the head, and then shooting everything as much as possible.

His arrow was on the string, and he couldn't wait for a second.

but--

Go fuck!

Now the person who controls this body is me, and I will give you nothing!

Zheng Feiyu slammed his fist on the steering wheel, leaned back, pressed the back of the chair with force, and bit his teeth tightly to resist the surging desire in his body.

嘀 ——! !!

The horn suddenly made a sharp beep, and turned over the long street over and over again.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, feeling familiar and unfamiliar: his beard was shaved, his eyes were bloodshot, and the unresolved desire was burning in his eyes, like a beast trapped in estrus.

Is this how he looks for a spouse?

It's too shameful.

Zheng Feiyu took a few breaths, closed his eyes, and began to breathe deeply and slowly-all right, he is awake, the remaining desire for mating will fade away with "He" 's sleep, it will not affect him for too long .

But things went wrong.

After closing his eyes, driven by desire, countless confused and fragrant pictures were shaking in the void, making his **** organs harder.

He saw his little nightingale, and they flattened their leather chairs and were **** in the back seat. The little nightingale was naked, and shuddered and shuddered and rode on his waist rod. The hole in his hips held him very tight. His thin and white body was like a ship in the deep sea, and his sails were shaking. , Left and right, may overturn at any time.

The car was full of groaning sounds, suddenly far and near, tense as a bow, while soft as cotton, enchanted around his ears, catching his heart ups and downs.

The tip of his tongue was wet, his lips were dry, and a red mole on his chest, like rosy blood, tempted him to kiss.

During the fierce movement, the crooked tip of the little nightingale trembled, and a drop of hot sweat came, which happened to fall on his lips. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, and the sweet taste was soothing to the heart. Suddenly his desire broke out, he couldn't control himself at all, reached over his neck and opened his mouth to bite it down.

Just when the rich Omega pheromone puffed into his nose and was about to soothe all his restlessness, the hallucinations turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared.

Heavy snow fell from the window of the car.

Zheng Feiyu sat in the shadow, his chest was undulating, his breathing had become chaotic sand. The corpse of flesh was standing fiercely, pushing the fabric out to a more pronounced outline.

For a moment, he suddenly understood the feeling of finding a spouse:

The moment before the climax came to an end, he lost Omega in his arms, and the whole world became worthless in the face of the impending passion. The heart is congested, the **** continues to erect, and the intense need for **** crushes all so-called reason, leaving only the instinct to look for.

Do n’t stop anyone, and do n’t say a word of comfort.

Shut up and roll away, he only needs Omega.

and so……

Some memory fragments began flashing back in the mind.

That's why he left the house at midnight at the end of November, braved the cold, and drove aimlessly all night, turned around hundreds of street corners, emptied a carton of gasoline, but found nothing. In a despair, he rushed up the stone-brick walkway next to the road, was stuck by fire hydrants and street lights, and a brutal scratch ran across the front and rear doors.

The car went out, the temperature dropped quickly, the sight began to blur, and the eyelids covered heavily.

He knew that it was about to dawn, and the time that belonged to him was about to end, but even a second before he lost consciousness, he still stared stubbornly at a dark window across the street, hoping that it would light up.

He An, this is where you live.

After you disappeared, I came here dozens of times, and every time I was greeted by me was an empty, dusty room. I don't know where you went, all the news about you is dead-they always arrive after dawn, and I was asleep at that time and could not stop "he" from deleting everything.

He An, I'm just a fragment of personality born of lust, piecemeal and drowsy, often indifferent. In the past six months, my mind is full of you. You have made it awkward, slow, and dumb. Many things that I could easily do before, now I can't help it.

The more I miss you, the harder it is.

The time that belongs to me is too little, only a few hours in the middle of the night, and it is not enough for me to leave Yuanjiang and go farther. I can only buy this room after a few twists and turns and leave it empty forever. If you want to go home someday, push open the cover of the room and let it light up in warm light.

I will see.

I'll come and kiss you on the first night you go home.