Lost Jungle

15

    Today, the weather was sunny and the sun was shining brightly. It was a good weather for playing in the wild, so Wen Feng dragged out the animal skin blanket from the cave and laid it on the flat stone path.

    The body fell softly in the thick animal skin blanket, and the dry and cool wind blowing, the fluffy down gently brushed the smooth cheeks, and there was a slight itching.

    Arms crossed and pillowed on the back of his head, Wen Feng, who was enjoying the warm sunbathing, slightly narrowed his black eyes, leisurely gazed at the distant snow-capped mountaintop.

    The discomfort in the back acupuncture point was greatly relieved by a refreshing coolness, but it still affected Wen Feng's rare good mood. Looking at the snow-capped mountains, his eyes were covered with a gloomy curtain.

    Since that night, Vikas has repeated the same actions and done the same things every day. From the uncomfortable pain at the beginning, Wen Feng gradually experienced a faint sense of pleasure.

    In the corner of the cave, there are several faint blue herbs, ready to deal with the bloodshed that occurs every night.

    The body that was manipulated by Vikas all night, with sore muscles and weak limbs, Wen Feng lying in the sun, exuded a sexy laziness all over his body.

    He pulled out a slender arm and covered his eyes to cover the glare of the sunlight above. On his white wrist, there were still bruises that were pinched by the excited Vikas last night.

    I don't know how long this kind of life will last, maybe it will never end, Wen Feng can't see the dawn of liberation.

    Wen Feng was the only one left on the dead cliff.

    From that day on, Vikas' attitude towards him suddenly became indifferent. Although Vikas had always been silent and cold, Wen Feng still felt sensitively that Vikas was deliberately keeping a distance from him.

    Wen Feng couldn't resist what happened at night, so he could only let Vikas play with it, but after the extreme physical intimacy, Vikas' cold attitude made Wen Feng startled.

    The bottom of his heart has gradually accepted the fact that he is being pressed by another male. Wen Feng's feet hidden by his arms are tightly closed, and his thin eyelids are creased. Vikas' indifference is not something he can bear. of.

    When Vikas pressed himself under him, Wen Feng kept telling himself that Vikas liked him, that's why he did such a thing.

    Now Vikas's performance is not like that at all, the previous thoughtfulness has become less, and even the time spent by his side has become less.

    "Shit!" He, Wen Feng, had never been subjected to such birdishness! She was forced to become a bitter woman by Vikas.

    Vikas, who went out to hunt, has not returned until now, and today he probably won't show up until evening.

    "Grass! Eat when you're full, what does he really think of labor and capital!?"

    Suppressing a sense of uselessness in his heart that has nowhere to vent, Wen Feng secretly made up his mind that he must not let Vikas treat him like this again. I went on doing whatever I wanted.

    He is also a man, no matter how weak he is, he cannot allow Vikas to trample on his dignity at will.

    With clenched fists, he beat the blanket on his body irritably, even the refreshing cool wind still couldn't dispel the boredom in Wen Feng's heart.

    There was a trace of coldness from the neck, and the originally short black hair had covered the ears at some point, scattered over the shoulders, and slid into the neck.