Chapter 468

Albarino leaned closer, crushing Herstal's lower lip with the tips of his teeth.

"—She asked me to give you a thorough examination."

"As you said..." Albarino's fingers groped slowly on Herstal's waist, as if checking the skin there, which made Herstal's voice unsteady, "There are a lot of prison guards out there, and you obviously can't deal with them all."

"In order to protect the privacy of patients, the sound insulation of this infirmary is very good. And I told the prison guards before you came, I need to spend a little longer to check my volunteers, probably need An hour or so... Do you have any other questions, Mr. Armalite?" Albarino asked in a breathy voice.

He licked Herstal's lips coaxingly with the tip of his tongue, a gesture that seemed to signal that his essence was almost gentle—a cruel illusion. Albarino's tongue was warm and wet, too intimate, more so than when they lived together at the Herstals.

"You should leave the country," Herstal said, even though Albarino's hands had already unbuttoned his trousers by this time.

"You think that's the right thing to do?" Albarino asked, his hand already in a place where a competent doctor shouldn't. No matter how you say it, the prison food is not very good. The other party may be insisting on exercising, and the muscles have not lost more, but the body fat rate is obviously lower. Albarino feels that it is not as soft as before.

"It's sensible to do this." Herstal said - even so, when he said this, he was half pushed and half pressed by Albarino on the small medical room in the infirmary, And this is undoubtedly the most irrational part of the whole process. "It makes things easier for both of us to deal with."

"Then make me miss the whole process of you breaking out of the cocoon," Albarino said calmly, just as Herstal's trousers slipped to the floor.

"Do you think I'm some kind of moth?" asked Herstal with the most serious expression a man with a naked lower body could put on.

"Metaphorically. After all, you also know what kind of cage you are in right now." Albarino blinked and smiled, "And I really want to see you struggle from this cage and get out of it. The moment I came out—in this sense, your previous act of putting me on Chuáng’s head was a bit too cruel.”

He kneaded Herstal's legs slowly with his fingers, listening to the frequency of his breathing. Herstal's voice was a little choppy. Now that Albarino knew that the flutamide he was taking had already taken effect, it made people particularly curious whether he felt very high or simply because someone else's hand fell on the skin. And trembling. Herstal said: "You are waiting for me to gradually become a monster like you..."

"You are always like this. You are very calm when you stand in front of the jury, but you won't let go when you face me." Albarino said in a tone of voice that he didn't know if he was complaining. He knelt beside the clinic. He slowly pressed his lips against Herstal's lower abdomen, and the other side shrank under the contact, like a wild shòu who didn't want to show his abdomen. "Since you have nowhere to go in this cruel world, what's wrong with being a monster?"

After he said this, he began to concentrate on licking the lines of skin in Herstal's groin with the tip of his tongue, deliberately making a nasty sound of water. The skin under his lips rose and fell with the rate of Herstal's breathing, and he waited and waited, and then heard Herstal speak softly, "...nothing wrong."

He said this lightly and lightly, and it was Herstal's rare replay of what he said in a soft tone. Albarino smiled softly, and then said solemnly, "Then you have to cooperate with the doctor's examination."

——The topic changed so suddenly, and what Albarino was going to do was obviously a hooligan, and if they hadn’t seen each other for months, Herstal would definitely have kicked him.

Hestal hesitated for a moment, and then lost the chance to kick Albarino: Albarino pressed his knees on the edge of the bed with both hands (the bumps can be touched through a thin layer of skin) bones), and then dàngdàng his lips dàngdàng to hold his yīnjīng, which was hanging softly between his legs.

Since the onset of flutamide, Herstal has been spared the part of morning erection, especially in a group of adult male prisoners who have to use their fingers to relieve their desires, this time Albarino touched him with his lips for a long time. In a position where no one has touched it, it felt as if the temperature of the lips burned directly on the nerves of the sensitive skin, causing Herstal to hiss briefly.

Albarino licked the organ with the tip of his tongue for a while with considerable patience—no response, only some prostatic fluid slowly seeping out from the front—then raised his head, licked his lips, and went about his business. "How do you feel now?"

Herstal glared at him.

"Look, the theory goes like this." Albarino explained patiently, his fingers rubbing the skin on the side of Herstal's knee unconsciously when he spoke, causing a little itching, "Flutamide is An anti-androgen drug that, in simple terms, lowers testosterone levels in a person. If a person has their testicles removed before puberty, it is absolutely impossible for him to get an erection, but if a person starts taking it after adulthood Flutamide—"

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