After the second full set with Fang Xiānsheng, I lay in bed for a whole day before I recovered. The sheets have been replaced with new ones, and my body felt very fresh. Although the unspeakable area behind my back was sore and painful, there was no strange sticky feeling, and it must have been cleaned well.
I imagined the scene of Fang Xiānsheng cleaning me up, and I felt a little ashamed.
I turned over and found that my limbs were a little sore, especially the waist area, which had several bruises and little scratches, which looked very erotic.
I exercised too much last night and didn’t eat all day today, so I was already very hungry. I wanted to get out of bed, wash up and find something to eat, but who knew that my legs were shaking as soon as I stood up, and I fell to my knees after not taking a few steps.
This kneeling almost brought tears to my knees. My knees were fine. There was a blanket on the floor, so they didn’t knock much. The most miserable thing was that in a special position behind him, the feeling of sudden stretching and tearing of muscles could not be more sore.
“Wife, why are you kneeling on the floor?” Fang Xiānsheng walked in at some point.
I almost cried because of him. I thought, who did it to me so much that I was kneeling on the ground? I was about to get angry when Fang Xiānsheng stretched out his arms and carried me back to bed.
I turned off the fire and lay down on the bed obediently.
Fang Xiānsheng bent down tucked me in, and asked, “Do you still want to sleep? Or do you want to eat something?”
I touched my flat belly and said, “Eat.”
“Then I’ll get it for you.” Fang Xiānsheng said and turned around to leave. After a while, he walked in with a bowl of porridge and two plates of side dishes.
I was lying on the bed, and I accepted Fang Xiānsheng’s feeding with peace of mind. I would take a bite after he scooped it up, and from time to time I would signal him to give me some side dishes to enjoy.
After finishing the meal, I felt satisfied. I hummed comfortably. My mind was a little drowsy. I shrank down and just when I covered myself with the quilt and closed my eyes, I felt a kiss on my face with a “qiu” sound.
I opened my eyes and caught someone straight away.
Fang Xiānsheng was a little shy and said, “There was a mosquito on your face just now.”
“Fang Fang,” I looked into Fang Xiānsheng’s eyes and asked, “If there were no mosquitoes, would you still kiss me?”
Fang Xiānsheng’s blushed but nodded vigorously.
I was a little embarrassed and said, “Then just kiss her and don’t look for excuses.” Finally, I added, “You can do whatever you want to me from now on, don’t always ask me.”
“Really?” Fang Xiānsheng blinked.
“Why, do you think I’m lying to you?” I blushed when he asked me, and said, “I’m already married, and you still ask me such a question.”
Fang Xiānsheng giggled for a long time, then suddenly came over and kissed me. I didn’t move away and waited for him to slowly come closer again, with my lips touching his lips, slowly deepening the kiss.
We were both a little out of breath when we parted. Fang Xiānsheng looked at me with bright eyes and a hungry look.
I was so frightened that my anus tightened, and I quickly picked up the pillow and slapped him, saying, “Don’t even think about it!”
Fang Xiānsheng: QAQ
#I am Fang Fang’s observation notebook α#
The little mosquito who always took the blame for Fang Fang’s secret kiss with Xiao Xiao was so pitiful.
Although I could devote myself fully to making out with Fang Xiānsheng, to be honest, if we did a full set then I had to lie in bed for three days. So, I really might as well choose to masturbate with each other. But how could something like technique be improved without practice? Just like dancing in ballet, you always need to practice and practice again and again, and finally, you will dance a perfect set of steps.
It was just that when I think of being Fang Xiānsheng’s object of “practising love”, my butt hurts. Ah, was there any way to improve Fang Xiānsheng’s bed skills and save himself from suffering? I remembered that when we got married a year ago, my female sent me a link to an online disk, and left a message saying: wish you good sex.
At that time, I was full of curiosity, and when I clicked in, I found that they were all video files. Under the file name was a naked introduction, such as “beautiful boy punishment”, “gym passion”, “3p battle”, “sex slave training” and other small pornographic things. I was blushing after just looking at the title, and turned off the interface with a “swoosh”. I originally wanted to see it after I got married, but because the shadow of sex was still there, I gradually put it on hold.
Thinking of this, I quickly turned on the computer, found the previous network disk and clicked on it. Fortunately, it was saved at that time, the link did not fail, and the things were still there.
I went to the door of Fang Xiānsheng’s studio with a guilty conscience. He was concentrating on painting. At the end of the year, the city art gallery will hold an exhibition of emerging painters and Fang Xiānsheng was also invited. The organizer hoped that he could paint a new work for the theme of this exhibition, and Fang Xiānsheng agreed.
Fang Xiānsheng had always been single-minded when working and often sat there focused for most of the day. It was only past nine o’clock, he just started, and he probably wouldn’t stop within three or four hours.
I quietly went back to the bedroom, closed the door, thought about it and locked it again. Then I put on my headphones, clicked on the video, and watched it one by one…
Then, a door to a new world opened.
“Wife, what are you thinking about?” Fang Xiānsheng asked.
I was startled by Fang Xiānsheng and I immediately shook my head like a drum and said repeatedly: “It’s nothing, nothing.” Then I continued to look at him in a daze.
“If you look at me like this, I can’t draw.” Fang Xiānsheng said, his face a little red.
I was a little embarrassed by what he said, so I stood up and said, “Then I’ll go out.” But before I reached the door, I was stopped by Fang Xiānsheng.
“Don’t go out,” Fang Xiānsheng held my hand and said, “Just watch, I’ll paint again tomorrow.”
His palms were warm and dry, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips. When rubbed against the skin, it feels crisp and numb, making people want to turn into a small ball and shrink directly into his palm.
I glanced at Fang Xiānsheng secretly. He had already sat down in front of the easel again, with red cheeks and an expectant expression on his face. I couldn’t help laughing, a little regretful and a little happy.
He was still a kid, and I was really a bad guy ready to teach bad things to kids.
I tiptoed over, held his shoulders, looked into his eyes, opened my mouth slightly and stuck out the tip of my tongue, tempting Fang Xiānsheng to come over and take it in his mouth.
Lips and teeth intertwined, chasing and playing, I gradually fell into Fang Xiānsheng’s arms.
“Wait, wait a minute,” I gasped, pulled away a little and said, “Go to the bed, don’t accidentally knock the painting over.”
Fang Xiānsheng’s eyes widened and he said, “It’s still daytime.”
I felt ashamed and annoyed when I heard that, so I simply broke the jar1After some hesitation to take an action, at the end going with the flow or just doing it. and said to him fiercely: “Yes, it’s the daytime. Do you want to do it?”
Fang Xiānsheng was frightened by my momentum and said blankly: “…do it.”
“Carry me to the bedroom.” I hugged his neck, my heart was beating loudly, and my face was so red that it almost burned.
The pornographic films I watched in the morning began to replay in my mind frame by frame.
The curtains in the bedroom were still open and the light was a bit dark. Fang Xiānsheng wanted to turn on the bedside lamp, but I stopped him: “Don’t turn on the light, just treat it as night.”
“Okay.” Fang Xiānsheng said, slowly coming towards me, and gently covering my lips with his warm breath.
He kissed carefully and gently. Normally I would enjoy such a kiss, but as a foreplay to sexual intercourse, especially when both of us are already emotionally involved, such a kiss was tantamount to torture.
I turned away, put one foot on Fang Xiānsheng’s chest, and slowly pushed him away.
“Wife…” Fang Xiānsheng shouted pitifully.
“Don’t talk.” I covered his mouth and warned him breathlessly: “From now on, you are not allowed to talk. Just do whatever I tell you, do you understand?”
Fang Xiānsheng nodded.
I swallowed a bit of saliva in my mouth, calmed down, and then untied my shirt with trembling hands, exposing most of my body. Then I put my arms around Fang Xiānsheng’s neck, and slowly brought one nipple to his mouth, and I said stammering: “Lick, lick.”
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Just when I was so embarrassed and ready to run away, my nipple was swiped by the tip of a smooth and warm tongue. Then two, three, countless times, and finally the entire nipple was wrapped in the warm mouth.
My whole body was as stretched as a bow, I hugged Fang Xiānsheng’s neck and waited for him to finish licking the left side before bringing the right side up. The smooth tongue gently sucked on the erect nipples, bringing with it a scorching temperature, igniting every drop of desire in the blood.
I curled up, my head was dizzy, my chest was hot and swollen, and I felt like tears were about to be forced out. But before I could shed tears, Fang burst into tears first:
“Wife, my little brother is going to explode, can I go in first and then lick it…”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I reached out and touched his body, only to find that there was already a big thing there, which even my underwear couldn’t cover.
That was it for foreplay. I thought to myself that I would try something else next time.
“Where’s the lubricant?” I asked him.
Fang Xiānsheng’s opened the cabinet and took out lubricant and condoms.
“I don’t want a condom today.” I lowered my head and kissed the moist corners of his eyes, and said, “I want you to cum inside.”
Fang Xiānsheng suddenly took a breath.
The development process was very long. I leaned on the bedside, obediently holding my legs in my hands, forming an M shape, and patiently waiting for Fang Xiānsheng to increase the number of fingers one by one.
Finally, when three fingers could move in and out easily, Fang Xiānsheng withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the thick and long meat rod under his body, gently pressing it against the entrance of the hole.
“You must tell me if it hurts.”
I nodded, tried my best to adjust my breathing, and relaxed my body as much as possible to accept the thick and long meat rod. In fact, it hurt every time Fang Xiānsheng came in, but I didn’t dare to tell him at all.
I’m afraid that if I tell him this, he’ll never have to do this again. My intuition tells me that Fang Xiānsheng will definitely do this so this.
That would really make me a widow.
It was tragic to even think about it.
But it was not much better now, every time he always retreated quickly when he reached a certain point in my body.
“It can’t be too deep,” Fang Xiānsheng explained to me seriously: “Otherwise it will hurt you and it will be bad.”
Most of the area of his meat rod was still exposed. If you still say such things, I would not be happy at all, I just want to beat him to death, okay!!!
After grinding for a while, I finally couldn’t help crying: “Fang Fang, go deeper, go deeper…”
“Deeper…”
“Yes, yes, that’s right there…”
When the pillar rubbed against a certain part of my body, I couldn’t help but scream. The dense and numb pleasure surged in, wrapping me up like the tide of the sea. The entire lower body, from the tailbone to the knees to the toes, lost all consciousness at that moment, as if riding a roller coaster straight into the sky.
While I was sobbing and calling Fang Xiānsheng’s name, I unconsciously shook my hips and rubbed my big meat stick inside my body, clamping it tightly when it brushed against the G-spot again——
Then Fang Xiānsheng groaned, and a warm liquid instantly filled my body.
The roller coaster derailed.
