postscript

You're awake

Um

I was naked, lifted up the thin quilt, and the woman next to me handed me a hot drink for me to rinse my mouth.

Broad bedroom with bright floor-to-ceiling windows

The summer afternoon sun shines through the gauze and hits the bed, and the solemn summer breeze blows, but it is cool.

I walked to the bed and saw a city in my eyes

Simple streets, gorgeous courtyards, green grasslands, shadows of tall trees, and various beauties walking and standing and sitting upright

I looked at this small town, these are mine, all of them are mine

Mommy, turn around

I hugged my mother's fat ass and stabbed her angry cock into her pink and wet vagina

Hot and compact

Soft and comfortable

The penis was inserted into my mother's narrow cunt bit by bit, and the tight flesh walls on both sides began to squeeze into the middle

I slowly thrust my penis deep into my mother's pussy and pushed it in the moment I was about to be pulled out, thrusting back and forth, I was breathing a little while my mother was humming

Wet roar

More and more vaginal fluid, dripping, sputtering

I stroked my mother's buttocks and spine smooth curves back and forth

Shiver

The tremor of pleasure

Waves of pleasure shot deep in mommy's body

Mommy pressed tightly against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, her huge breasts squeezed into a disc, but she kept arching her butt backwards, with a delicate face over me.

The sound of rapid and slow collision, the mother's panting was as delicate as crying

Oh mommy, oh, this world

Is it time to send a new batch of Nirvana? These guys who say things are right and wrong

Under the ground of this small town, there are countless small prisons, locked in them with countless Nirvana bodies with bone-shaped bone-shaped bone-shaped bodies.

Hoh, politics