Met My Little Sweetheart

I followed his example and asked anonymously, "What should I do if my boyfriend can't satisfy my sexual needs?"

Then I invited him to answer the question.

I threw the phone into his arms. He looked at it in confusion and his expression changed. "I'm sorry, I'll kneel on the keyboard."

"Why didn't you tell me there was something wrong with your body?"

He took out the keyboard, knelt in front of me, and said, "Leah, if I tell you, I am not strong in your heart."

I was confused. Wait! Wasn't that what scumbags often say?

"I can't tell you. I can't accept it. I can't accept myself. As a person, I can forgive myself, but as a lover, I can't."

Looking at the pious look on his face, I smiled with relief. "Mr. Juarez, don't say that. It's disgusting."

"Aren't you just weak? It's okay, you'll be fine after taking the medicine."

The corners of Louis' mouth froze, and he shut his mouth resentfully.

I complained about his concealment. After thinking for a while, I decisively bought three durians.

Half an hour later, the durians were delivered.

As I ate the durian, I pointed at him. "Hey. Straight up!

Hey, you are in the wrong way!"

Louis moved his body and smiled ambiguously. "Baby, We haven't even had sex yet, what's wrong with me?"

I was speechless.

All right, Louis.

He could say whatever he wanted.

Since he knelt on the keyboard, Louis was very well-behaved until the end of my period.

I wanted to have sex with him so much, but Louis was calm.

Oh no!

Lying on the bed, Louis was working. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a high nose bridge. He looked so attractive.

I touched the muscles on his arm. He was typing on the keyboard with one hand and holding me with the other hand. "Stop it. I'm making money."

I didn't listen to him and deliberately touched his abdominal muscles.

Louis stopped what he was doing and looked at the computer in silence. "Don't you want your favorite Hermes bag?

Don't you want a sports car anymore?

Don't you want to have a party with your best friend?"

Oh!

I stretched out my hand and said generously, "Louis, go ahead with your work. I'll take care of it myself."

He looked at me speechlessly and turned off the computer.

I bit my lips and closed my eyes shyly.

The next second, I heard a snap. He turned off the light and said in a cold voice, "Let's sleep."

I was confused.

I didn't want to sleep!

Wake up!

Three nights later, I was woken up by Louis in a daze.

While we were having sex, Louis' cell phone rang.

Who would make a phone call at this time?

I sat down and glanced at it. There was no name, only numbers.

Louis was having a fun time and didn't answer it.

I kicked him lazily, and he understood. He threw the phone at me and said playfully, "Answer it."

I answered it suspiciously.

"Louis, my mother had a car accident. Can you transfer $85000 to me?

I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

I was so angry that I threw the phone at him. He was in pain and couldn't help groaning.

There was silence on the other end of the line and she hung up.

I patted his face. "Aren't you going to help?"

He pinched my waist. I groaned, but I was still unhappy. I took out his phone and edited a message. "Sorry, one woman is enough for him, and he can't handle two."

After replying, I turned off his phone.