He is a cowherd

x I contacted my first boyfriend again after two years.
He said he wanted to see me, so we met.
It happened to be a cold wave and it was only 10 degrees outside the car at night.
In the car that night, I just wanted to meet and chat,
"Can I kiss you?" He said,
"No," I know. If I were kissed by him, I would lose control.
Faced with my determination, he said coquettishly, but he was still shot by me again and again.
"Can I hold your hand?" He asked the next best thing,
"Please hold your hand for a while and I will send you back."
I hesitated and put my hand on his.
His hand was very hot and soft. It felt like I was back in the car two years ago.
He held my hand tightly against his chest; I could feel his warm breath.
But now, I no longer loved him; all that remained was the anticipation of his body,
because I was wet too.
Then, a kiss unlocked our desires.
He suggested going to a motel. After a period of silence,
I agreed.
Inside the motel, we soaked in the bathtub together.
He pressed himself against me, one hand gliding over my vulva.
"You're so wet, you know?"
"Let's go to bed, okay?"
He kissed my neck and shoulders wildly, and my lower body was already
overflowing with fluids from his onslaught. He thrust into my vagina with all his might,
"You're so wet and tight..."
After a while, he ejaculated and collapsed on top of me, panting heavily.
After we finished and showered, he held me and we watched TV.
Maybe it was because it was late, or maybe
he was too tired, but he actually fell asleep while holding me...
Whenever I tried to leave him, he would wake up and cry for a hug,
like a child who never grew up.
After sleeping for a while, he suddenly woke up and asked me to lick and bite his anus.
I then realized he was hard again.
"What were you dreaming about? Why are you hard again?" "I laughed and teased him
, 'I dreamt of making love with you...'
So I moved my body down and started attacking his penis and anus.
Watching him moan and beg for mercy and writhe his body, I couldn't wait to devour him.
After getting him hard, I put on a condom and sat on him. After
a slight movement, he said, 'You lie down, I'll take over.'
He thrust into me even more vigorously than before.
After I ejaculated, we went to take a bath together. I covered myself in shower gel and rubbed myself against him. After we finished bathing,
we lay on the bed enjoying our last moments of intimacy.
'Touch me,' he said.
My hand started to wander along the inside of his thighs and then moved towards his penis and testicles.
'Why are you teasing me like this?'"
"I didn't tease you, you told me to touch you."
"We can't do it without a condom."
"Even without a condom, you can still ejaculate somewhere else."
He glanced at me and said, "You've tried it?"
I nodded, and we started again.
He licked me while he was hitting me, and finally I ejaculated in his mouth.
"I ejaculated three times in three hours, are you going to drain me dry?" "
You're the one who said you wanted to come."
On the way back, he asked me
, "If you had to spend one night buying me, how much would you pay?"
I thought he was joking and didn't think too much about it .
He also said he had to go to work and pick up clients. It was a little after 1 a.m.
After I got home, I washed up and went to sleep.
Around 3 a.m., I received a call from him
. "I'm home." He said
, "Okay, it's good that you're home..."
"I love you..."
The next day, I kept wondering if I was dreaming or if he really said it.
I checked with him when he came online,
but it turned out to be the beginning of a nightmare.
He kept repeating how much money I'd have to pay to keep him in the conversation and started raising the price.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
"I need money."
"You need someone who loves you, right?"
"Both. "
"What am I to you?"
"And what am I to you?"
"Forever." (I felt like I was talking nonsense.)
"You said you love me, is that true?"
"Yes, because you are real."
"Otherwise, were all the people you've met before fake?"
"I feel so annoyed and empty, over and over again." 　　The strange conversation,
"I'm going to pick up a client," made me think he was in a bad mood or was having another drunken episode 　　. Before I could figure out the truth, I called him 　　. When he answered, all I heard was his panting... 　　"What are you doing?" (angry) 　　"Nothing..." (panting) 　　"What are you doing? 　　" "Nothing..." 　　After countless failed attempts, I finally seemed to understand. 　　"Are you doing what you did yesterday...?" 　　"Ugh... ah..." (I even heard him ejaculate, damn it) 　　"I'll call you back later..." 　　"No need, don't contact me again." (Hangs up) 　　Back in my room, I was completely out of my mind. 　　The person I slept with yesterday was a male escort! 　　I'm not saying this to discriminate against male escorts, it's just that it was hard to accept when I was caught off guard. 　　A few minutes later, he called again and whispered, explaining 　　, "You said you loved me, but it was all a lie." 　　"You're special to me, I'll make it up to you later, okay?" 　　"No need, I won't contact you again." 　　"Then how much money do you want to buy me?" 　　"Many things are priceless, okay? Besides, I won't pay a man to keep me company."

"You'll find me." (Where do you get your confidence, x...?)
"You'd better wait till you die."
During the ten-minute phone call, silence outweighed the conversation.
"I'm covered in sweat."
"He's calling me."
"We need to do it a second time."
"What's it to me?"
I forget how that long ten-minute conversation ended.
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