Wine and Gun

Albarino reached out and squeezed the testicles on the other side, not so softly, he could feel the whole body tightening in his hand.

He continued softly: "As you know, an erection is ultimately a phenomenon caused by the congestion of the cavernous body, so purely from a theoretical point of view, as long as the nerve reversal can cause telangiectasia, a person can have an erection; but from the clinical point of view In terms of... only a small percentage of the lucky ones get erections without androgens in their bodies, and I guess you're not one of those lucky ones."

Herstal looked down at Albarino, who buried his head again and was now licking a long wet mark on his stomach. He asked: "Griffin is here to make you gān this?"

"She's curious why you don't fit in with a group of obedient, obedient experimenters," Albarino said vaguely, and he straightened up again, reaching out to the side table through the dim skylight leaking in from the window. He dragged over a vial of what was likely lube and scribbled the liquid on his gloved fingers, "You know what you did in the bathroom shocked her. She Wondering if it's because the medicine didn't work or because you're a Westland pianist...?"

He said, pressing Herstal's abdomen and guiding him to lie down on the medical bed while he was still kneeling on the floor. Albarino gently spit out this question, and at the same time, he put his arm under the side of the knee where Herstal was on the edge of the bed, and slowly pressed his fingers covered with cold lubricant into Hess. Tarr's hip slit.

"...I told her that I think the reason is the latter."

He said it in a story-telling tone, two fingers digging deep into the warm flesh. Perhaps this progress was a bit too fast for a couple who hadn't seen each other for several months. In the darkness, Albarino could hear the rustling sound of Herstal's prison uniform as the other party picked up his own. pose, trying to breathe slowly.

Albarino groped for the depths, and then, based on memory, pressed the position he thought was correct.

——It is indeed correct. Herstal shuddered like an electric shock, and lowered his voice when he knew that the sound insulation was so good that the prison guards outside should not be able to hear. He was actually biting his lip and trembling, the skin on the inside of his legs between Albarino's wrists trembled slightly.

"Look, even without testosterone, high cháo is nothing more than a series of complex neural responses to the prostate." Albarino said softly, turning, flexing and extending his fingers slightly, placing those soft tissues in his hands. Every moment when the mucous membranes opened, the other party's breathing became more rapid. "Ms Griffin thinks that for a Westland pianist, sex is linked to killing, and that without sex there is no killing ... but she may be mistaken about the importance of the two."

He paused again, Herstal looking for his eyes in the darkness, the blackened hair gleaming slightly in the moonlight.

"Just now," he said softly, "I see you're happy too."

Herstal gave a shaky laugh and said, "Really? . . . I think I'd be happier if Slade's body lay at my feet."

At this moment, Albarino reached into his third finger, and the tight feeling and the strange touch of the rubber gloves managed to squeeze a sigh out of Herstal's throat. He completely gave up using the strength of his waist to support his body, lying on the back half of his body, ignoring the numb hands that were pressed by his back.

"It's not time yet." Albarino said slowly, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head again to hold Herstal's yīnjīng, and compressed the last few words into a wet sound of water, " What is yours will come."

And Albarino was already familiar with him enough to know how to dismantle him with his fingers, and it didn't even feel like a deep penetration into his body, but like a scorching probe piercing his soul. Albarino left a series of light teeth marks on his leg in an inconspicuous place, and wiped the lubricant from Xué's mouth everywhere. At this moment, he still looked up at Herstal, The eyes lack twilight, and it is all a kind of indescribable concentration.

Herstal felt that his lips were shaking, and the indescribable pleasure swallowed him like a black dòng, and he opened his mouth at this moment, he asked: "...What are you looking at?"

"Su Qi." Albarino whispered.

It was at this moment that he pulled out his hand and climbed over Herstal's body before groping his fingers back again. It was a moonlit night, and the moonlight cast a faint glow from outside, making Herstal's skin almost a strange silver-grey, and Albarino cast a heavy Black shadow.

He leaned down, his lips lightly brushing Herstal's dizziness, his movements so light that even if the other party was suffering from the side effects of flutamide, he would not feel any pain. From here, he used his cheeks to open the messy prison uniform on his chest and abdomen, all the way to Herstal's heart.

"I don't love you as much as Pygmalion loved his Stone Maiden," Albarino said softly, his fingers four deep, the body twitching slightly under his pressure. "You are an image that existed before me, and all I can do is free you from the stone cell that holds you in it."

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