It's not my first time to go to the club, but it's my first time to see him.
He is very handsome. . . But he's in a state like a dying man.
I was drunk, but I was sure my consciousness was complete.
I helped him, but he whispered. . .
"Let me lay eggs."
Wow. . . They're laying eggs! ,

My Boyfirend Is An Alien

AssoonasIsteppedintothebedroomBrooklynhadarrangedforme,IpointedtoKeithandtoldhimtogotobedatonce.Keithrefusedtogoandkeptgropingundermyshirt.Ihadtoscreamathimandthreatenthathewouldn'ttouchhimagain.That'swhyhelieshalf-lyingandhalf-sittinginbed.


Butwhenitislyingdown,Iwanttotouchitsbody.WhenIseeastrongbody,asixpack,asweatpants,alongleg,atthehip,asmallVchef.Iswallowedsaliva,therewereslightbruisesandsomebandagesonmybody,andmyheartwasbeating.


It'snotbecauseofthebrokenheartandsadisticemotionsthatseeit.Ijustthinkthatwhenit'sinthisstate,itlookslikeabadboy,andit'ssexybyplaying.


Keiththenaddedpheromonestohisbodywhenheturnedhisfaceandlookedatthehairhewasstaringatwithoutblinking,whileraisinghishandtotouchthehairinfrontofhim.


Oh...Sexualapplicationistoohightostand...Iwanttowrestle...No,Iwanttobeg.


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