Without him needing to do anything, Averi lifted his butt and slowly pulled out the meat stick from his hole. Although he had shot, he did not completely soften. During the process of pulling it out, the glans rubbed against the flesh wall, and there were signs of recovery.
Averi thought to herself, with such a thing, she can endure more than anyone else, she is definitely a masochist.
A large mixture of semen and lustful fluids leaked out, flowing along her thighs, and a small stream poured directly onto his pubic hair, instantly filling the entire carriage with a strong sexual scent.
Averi pulled down her skirt to wrap around her buttocks and returned to the passenger seat. She knew Eli had a smoking addiction, so she opened the storage box and touched it. Sure enough, she found a box of cigarettes and a lighter.
She lit a stick for herself, took a light breath, opened the car window, exhaled smoke into the pitch black night sky, and couldn't help but cough up. I haven't smoked for too long, and my respiratory system is no longer accustomed to this kind of stimulation.
Cristopher likes his "girls to look like girls," so she quit when she returned to China. He's not only old-fashioned, valuing sons over daughters, but he also holds a blatant double standard. Still, so what? If she wants something from him, she'll just have to put up with it.
Averi turned his head and handed out the cigarette pack, asking, "Do you smoke?"
He looked at her complexly and said, "No."
She keenly sensed something and asked with a smile, "Don't you like women smoking?"
Dallas Dallas stayed silent.
He doesn't like it, neither male nor female. At first, the military did not allow smoking, but after retiring, the habit continued. He doesn't like any odor on his body.
Averi nodded in understanding. "Sorry for the secondhand smoke," she said, though she didn't put out the cigarette. Instead, she extended the hand holding it out the window. The night framed her fingers in a stark, pale contrast, almost like an extension of the cigarette itself, the orange ember flickering as if it were burning right in her hand.
Her politeness is always reflected in some very strange aspects.
Dallas pursed his lips and said, "It's okay."
Averi had no intention of receiving a response and was a bit surprised to hear him speak out.
She didn't actually take a few puffs, but rather placed her hand on the windowsill and let the cigarette burn on its own. The cold air at night, carrying a faint smell of tobacco, penetrated Dallas' nostrils, but he did not dislike it.
It is said that the vagina is the gateway to a woman's soul, but Averi remains noncommittal about this. But she admitted that after having sex, she had a slight desire to chat with Dallas, at least during the time of this cigarette.
How could you be a bodyguard? "She turned to look at him and spoke without warning," You don't look like someone who knows how to be a bodyguard at all."
For a long time, just when she thought he wouldn't answer, he said, "Because I want to buy a house in J City."
Buy a house?
Averi was speechless and didn't expect the answer to be this one. Indeed, the salary in the military is definitely not as good as working as a bodyguard for Beatrice, but... he doesn't seem like someone who is particularly obsessed with material possessions. She thought for a moment and casually asked, "Because of your sister?"
Dallas did not answer.
Two years ago, when he received the news that Fiona had dropped out of school to become a model, he was on assignment in South Africa. He had taken special leave to call back via satellite and ask for an explanation. At first, Fiona refused to say anything, but under his relentless questioning, she broke down, her voice shaking with tears over the phone: "When you're out there playing the hero, do you ever think about me? What am I supposed to do if you die? I don't want to be stuck in a small town forever—I need a lot of money! Money! Do you understand? No, you don't. I know you're noble, you're selfless, but nobility doesn't buy a house! Don't say anything else. I've already signed with an agency. Just wait and see—I'm going to make it on my own in here."
He held the microphone with only busy tone left and put it down for a long time.
After completing his military service, he chose to retire. The commander was very puzzled and talked to him alone, doing a long time of ideological work. In the end, he even said that with his resume, he had a good chance of becoming the youngest lieutenant colonel in the team in the future. But he had made up his mind and had nothing to say except for apology.
He thought he had done the right thing, but he didn't consider what Fiona really needed.
"Do you want to play a game? "Her voice interrupted his thoughts.
Dallas took a deep breath, his expression changing again and again.
His bottom is still stained with her water, and her legs are also covered in his semen. What else does she want to play with?
She suddenly reached out her hand to him and said, "Scissors, stone paper."
"What?"
He was stunned.
She lifted her eyelids and looked at him, her pupils deeper than the night. "Don't play? Forget it," she said
He paused for a moment and reached out his hand.
Averi nodded.
In the first round, he takes the stone and she takes the cloth. Averi thought for a moment and asked, "How did you get the gunshot wound on your body?"
He answered succinctly, 'Evacuate overseas Chinese in South Sudan.' He thought she would ask when the first time this kind of question was, but it turned out not to be.
In the second round, scissors against the stone, or did she win? "She asked again," What was your most dangerous mission?"
Dallas briefly recalled, "Somalia rescued hostages."
In the third round, scissors against paper, he won. He looked deeply into her eyes, paused for a moment, and asked, 'What exactly do you want?' In the third round, scissors against paper, he won. He looked deeply into her eyes, paused for a moment, and asked, 'What exactly do you want?'
Averi's lips curved inexplicably and she asked gently, "Dallas, did I just ask you this question?"
He crossed the line.
Dallas sneered slowly after a long time. He should have known earlier, right? She just used him to pass the time.
Averi is helpless. It was him who committed the foul. Don't you know the rules for adults? Why make it seem like she bullies people. But at this moment, she was willing to let the relaxed atmosphere between the two of them last a little longer, so she said, "I want a sense of control."
She wants absolute possession, absolute control, the feeling of never having to worry about losing something tightly held in her palm. But there is no absolute in this world, it's all a game.
During that time of teenage sexual awakening, she wondered if she might be a dom. While studying abroad, she even visited an SM club out of curiosity, picking up things like a pair of playful handcuffs on a whim. But she quickly realized that torturing a man's body didn't interest her, nor did she care for men crawling at her feet like dogs.
Simply put, it is the desire for possession and the desire for conquest. Her two desires are too strong, even stronger than sexual desire.
From this perspective, she is indeed Cristopher's daughter.
Cristopher has married one after another, sleeping and taking care of countless people. How could he love everyone. His favorite thing is the company, and for women, it's just a desire for possession and conquest.
The long cigarette ash fell, and the flames almost reached her fingers. Averi threw away the cigarette butt and said, "Let's go back." After fastening his seat belt, he said, "Let's find a pharmacy that's still open."
Seeing his confusion, she reminded him, "I need emergency contraceptive pills."
The man's expression was momentarily unnatural.
Averi added fuel to the fire and coquettishly said, "Have you forgotten? Just now, you didn't leave a single drop and shot it all into me."
Now Dallas's body stiffened even more noticeably.
The night was too dark for Averi to see clearly, but it was enough for her to bend her lips.
