Wine and Gun

"Although it may not suit your heart, my life experience tells me, don't put your hopes on anyone, the only person you can rely on is yourself." Hunter told him, stretching his stiffness as he spoke. Sore shoulders.

"I still need to rely on you now, after all, I'm not a bounty hunter." The kid gave a light, unsmiling laugh, then quickly brought the topic back to the point, as if to pretend that the previous frustrating conversation wasn't there. Like it happened: "So what, have you made any progress, Mr. Bounty Hunter?"

Hunter hesitated, his speculations and progress were not suitable for children, especially a child who had just been rescued from a bad guy and had to see a psychiatrist from time to time. Although Midaren never said it, Hunter had no doubts that he would wake up in the middle of the night. But he soon realized that the child was no longer a child in a sense.

"I have some speculation." Hunter replied with consideration.

Midaren asked with great interest, "What is it?"

"...I suspect that this town is where Hestal Armalite grew up." Hunter said slowly, "I also suspect that Kaba Slade once lived in this town, They may have known each other thirty years ago."

——And what kind of person Slade is, the two who are on the phone know very well.

After the third time, Herstal had to admit that he had almost lost the ability to support his body. At this time, Albarino half-assisted him to the bedroom and stood slowly on the floor with bare feet. Start undressing. It has to be said that Albarino's patience and endurance are astonishing in terms of the unplanned impression left by the Sunday gardener.

Herstal lay on his back, the headache subsided a little—probably the effect of the secreted amine polyphenols—and then Albarino's body radiating heat was pressed up, and the temperature on his skin was super hot. Unusually human, though Herstal knew it was just an illusion on top of a human-skin mask.

Then Albarino grabbed his waist and turned him over, pressed him against the edge of the bed, and fucked him straight in.

Herstal gritted his teeth and snorted intermittently, his fingers clenched on the table. Although he is reluctant to admit it, he actually doesn't like this pose where he can't see the other's face. As if for a moment or two of ecstasy, he still wasn't sure who the man behind him was.

So he struggled to support the pad with his elbow, trying to turn over, but Albarino held his wrist. With most of his weight on top of him - and thus embedded deeper into him, he grunted - Albarino remained in the position holding his wrist, his other hand propped up Chuáng pad, leaned down and kissed Herstal's sweat-drenched neck.

This action even had a strange mist of warmth, but the next second's rough action completely squeezed the thought out of his mind. Herstal's body was still very sensitive after a few times of high cháo. During the refractory period, such rough movements almost turned into complete discomfort. Albarino's action pushed into the abyss of pleasure.

In a sense, this man's movements are too skilled, you must know that he went to Herstal once after the Billy incident. So either he was gifted, or he had accumulated a wealth of experience with many, many lovers, Herstal didn't really want to know the answer, just beware that he wouldn't turn his back between breaths.

Albarino kissed his back in small mouths, without letting the hand supporting his body let go of his wrist, and still didn't forget to play with his head. Herstal put his forehead on the bed and swallowed back the intermittent moaning, at this moment——

Albarino stopped without warning.

This kind of behavior almost didn't make Herstal open his mouth to curse. He heard the other party was breathing heavily, and could feel the skin of Albarino's body getting hot. Slowly but surely invading Herstal. Herstal couldn't help shaking his waist, and at this moment, Albarino spoke almost quietly.

"Hestal, you have sailed to a land where time is always afternoon," he said almost softly. "Why don't you share the magic lotus with me?"

During their voyage Odysseus and his sailors came to an island whose inhabitants lived on the fruits of the lotus, which made one forget sorrow. After the three sailors of Odysseus ate, they lost the idea of ​​going home.

Herstal certainly knew what Albarino was really trying to ask, and the fact that it had gotten to the point where he was almost a complete failure. It seems too easy to leave the country with Albarino and leave Slade behind, but...

"...No." He groaned intermittently between his teeth, and at that moment Albarino slammed into it heavily, almost squeezing a sob from his lips.

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