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

Havingfinishedthefortifications,IwenttoGwinter,whowasunlockingmyclothesandtearingthemoffmeuntilGwinterletoutasoundassoonasItouchedit!FromthemomentIthoughtIcouldhelpGwentrecover,Istartedsomeofmyownsymptoms.


MythinandjuicylipsweresoplumpthatIcouldnotwaittokiss,tastesomethingelsefirst,andthenholdasmallermanontherowoflowcrate,anddragmypalmonmywhiteandsmoothback,tryingtountiemyclothes.ButIwon'tletit.I'lltakecareofeverythingthistime.


Ittookalongtimetoleave,andtheprettylipswentstraightdown,kissingtheneck,andsmellingthefragranceofthoseinfrontofthem,untilthelittlebulgeonthechest,andthenopeneditsmouththirstytooccupythatpart.Thebodyinmyarmstrembledonthetipofmytongue,andthetremblingvoicerangautomatically.ThenoiseofthisshoppingcentercanmaskGwen'svoice.


"Keith...putiton,noforeplay,"Gwensaidsuddenly.


Chapter２１９