The Hug His Darkness

The Part 26

Quirinus had to fight alone in the bathroom. I don't know how long he hasn't used that burly hand to grasp the part of his body that is now standing upright, looking defiant, challenging, but in his eyes it was like being ridiculing because it was not able to deliver the proper pleasure.

For a long time Quirinus did not do liquid production by hand. Or maybe it has never been because only three minutes lasted even he had felt frustrated because it never finished and there is no enjoyment like when there is a co-star.

It seems that ever since Quirinus came to know the relationship between man and woman, he had never used the hand as one of the means of gratification. The man had been broken early on, and what made him like that were the closest people. It's so barbaric indeed.

Quirinus bit his lips strongly. The palm of the left hand was affixed to the wall as if looking for additional strength. “Annora ... You managed to drive me crazy,” her groan while speeding up the hand movements.

Although he was in a desire mode, but Quirinus tried to refrain from going out of bounds. He also did not look for another woman to finish something that had already hardened. The man actually chose to bother himself, the struggle using a hand that seems to be new this one time he did because usually there is certainly a co-star who can be stomped or shook it.

Finally, after struggling alone, it also managed to make the bathroom wall sprayed by the damn stains. Quirinus breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his hand because he felt sore. It's not good to play alone.

Quirinus quickly flushed against the wall before the liquid hardened there. He also cleanses himself by bathing so that the mind is cooler.

“Annora must be addressed.” Quirinus took the blanket to bring it down. He took a shower for no more than five minutes.

Annora had been sitting in the dining room. His eyes that saw Quirinus carrying a blanket also frowned as deeply as his confusion. The man looks wet in the hair. “Cooling?” guess it.

“No.” Quirinus answered as he approached Annora.

“Then, what is it for? Want washed?”

“Not really.”

“Lantas?”

Annora raised one eyebrow while following Quirinus who was walking and sitting in her front seat. “But I'm sultry.” He was going to get rid of the blanket.

Quirinus glared at the omen do not. “Later you get sick, the air before winter is pretty piercing the skin.”

“Heater of your room I have turned on since, I do not feel the cold either,” protest Annora. “Indeed you don't feel that it's warm here?”

Obviously Quirinus would not be sensitive to the temperature of the room, just now his body was much hotter because of passion. Be where you understand him.

“Don't you dare let go of that!” quirinus with a stern and pushy voice.

“If not removed, how do I eat? My hands are covered by this thick cloth.” Annora moved her invisible hand.

“I bribe.” Quirinus pulled the plate in front of Annora, grasped a fork and was ready to feed the woman.

“By pleasure.” Annora was happy that Quirinus had changed her attention and was not as attentive as when she first met. He opened his mouth when the first mouthful was in front of him.

Quirinus ate alternately with one fork in common. She kept getting smile reviews from Annora which made the woman even more dazzling.

“Can you stop smiling?” quirinus pinta.

“Why?”

Quirinus clucked, he never said this phrase to any woman, including those who had made love to him. So, this is the first time. “You're too pretty, and it's very annoying.”