Three women took turns to fight and fought repeatedly. After several rounds of the handsome guy, he couldn't hold on even taking medicine. Fortunately, he had a spare tire, and the other two handsome guys with red butts were pulled onto the bed and practiced one by one. The whole party lasted until the early morning before the singjin stopped the troops and ended.
The little ghost was always stuck between his wife's legs, his eyes did not look at his affairs, and he only drank the lady's soup. He could feel the trembling caused by the woman's body due to emotions, his skin was tight, and his legs retracted, which made him breathing a little difficult, but his tongue always beat like a flame, and he kept going. Whenever the lady held his ears tightly with her hands and pulled the boy towards her body desperately, the little ghost knew that the peak of the wife's throbbing was coming.
Gradually, the little ghost became focused, focused, and had no distractions. He didn't even know how he walked out of the luxurious bedroom, held hands by his wife, left the hotel, and was stimulated by the cold wind, and woke up.
Madam, are we going home?
The little ghost asked in a low voice.
Haven't had enough fun?
Zhao Xinya’s mood is not good or bad. She can’t like this kind of game, but she just doesn’t reject it. Just like men go to take a sauna when talking about business and find a lady, it may not be a good thing, but it has to be done.
Blue smoke passes by, BMWs are far ahead, neon lights illuminate the city's night, and sparse vehicles are dotted. For many people, this is the real beginning of nightlife.
The little ghost didn't think so much, and he could only hear the sound of the wind blowing on the glass.
The lady didn't speak, and the little devil didn't dare to talk too much.
In fact, Zhao Xinya regrets bringing the little devil to such a party. She is afraid that this messy social practice will taint the boy's mind and lower her position as a goddess in her heart.
However, Zhao Xinya's face was as deep as water and she didn't say a word. Her indifference caused great trouble to the little ghost. He didn't know if he had done something wrong or because of other things, this was how it happened. No matter what, what awaited him would not be a reward, which made him very scared.
It seemed that I saw the man who was trampled on by a woman in front of me again. When Ouyang Feiyu left, her high-heeled leather boots had been cleaned by the waiter, but the little ghost seemed to be able to smell the bloody smell on it.
This is of course a psychological effect, and it is also the deepest mark he left in attending this party.
If you are stepped on, what should you do?
The little ghost covered his mouth with his hands and secretly looked at his wife's feet. The accelerator seemed to have turned into his own eagle, and the wife stepped on it hard, making a creaking sound.
The lady’s high heels today are black, and the heels are wrapped in a layer of silver-white metal, exuding a cold luster, which makes the little ghost feel like he wants to suffocate.
When he returned to the villa, the little devil acted cautiously, for fear of angering his wife.
Until the wife was lying down, Zhao Xinya did not speak. All her behavior was completed in silence. When the little ghost was about to return to his position, her arm was suddenly grabbed by the wife, and she obediently dropped her center of gravity back to the bed, laying in front of the wife with her hands and feet. In order to maintain this tranquility, the little ghost even stopped breathing.
The lady's fingers were gentle, and her fingertips were like a knife. When she passed by her chest, she wandered like a snake, cutting her skin like a knife. Her fingers were filled with heat and blood, which was a warm pain.
When the lady touched a mountain with her fingertips, she suddenly pulled it hard, which made the little ghost unable to help but let out a sharp scream.
Then the lady hugged the boy in her arms, leaned her back against the woman's plump chest, and put her butt on the lady's equally plump thighs.
Go to bed.
The lady's voice was soft, without any angriness, as if the previous indifference had melted like ice and snow.
OK, madam.
The little ghost was a little suspicious if he was too sensitive. The change in his wife's attitude made him feel at ease. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Listening to the sound of the little ghost's uniform breathing, Zhao Xinya sighed, pinched the boy's rhizome with her hands, then hugged her hands comfortably on the boy's waist and closed her eyes.
That night, Zhao Xinya didn't sleep soundly, and she always felt like she was missing something. She knew that she really shouldn't have exposed too many secrets to the little ghost. After all, he is still a child, and it would be better to have some things later.
When Zhao Xinya woke up in the morning, she felt a headache. She was very energetic. She seemed to care about what happened yesterday. Her eyes were still as clear as water, without any ripples.
Zhao Xinya let out a coquettish voice, laying her body flat, and her slender legs came out of the quilt, twisting the quilt like a snake. She felt like there was a fire in her heart, which made her mind a little unclear.
Madam, are you sick?
The little devil came to the wife and asked with concern.
Well, maybe I have a cold, so it’s hot to cover it with a quilt, and it’s cold if it doesn’t cover it. You go find some medicine and I’ll take a little.
Zhao Xinya rarely gets sick, and she didn't expect that she would be so fragile and wouldn't even open her eyes.
The little ghost was very anxious and hurried to find medicine. He used a thermometer to measure his wife's body temperature. After a while, he fed the wife the medicine. When he saw that she was asleep, he felt relieved.
Looking at the lady's sleeping soundly, the little ghost leaned on the edge of the bed with his hands, and he was so crazy about it.
The lady is not the kind of beauty that makes people feel moved when they see her, but as long as she comes into contact with her for a long time and gets used to her, she will find that her facial features are delicate and has a kind of soul-stirring beauty. There is a charming charm between raising her hands and feet, which makes people fall into mud and unable to extricate themselves.
At this moment, the little devil finally understood his heart. It was already full of the shadow of his wife and could not tolerate anything else.
Get better quickly. As long as the wife is healthy, she will be willing to be slapped hundreds of times in the face.
The little devil prayed in a low voice and just stayed with his wife.
At noon, the little devil made porridge and fed it to his wife for drinks.
The lady was indeed sick, mentally atrophy and sick, but being fed by the little ghost bit by bit made her burst into laughter.
What's wrong, ma'am.
The little devil speaks much more casually. Now that his wife is sick, she doesn't have the energy to punish him, and she is very confident.
If you are sick, I will feed you like this, okay?
The lady's eyes were full of affection, completely different from the sharpness before, making the little ghost feel extremely warm.
It would be great if the wife could always do this, but this is a luxury. The little kid understands the wife's temperament. She likes the feeling of control and will not easily reveal her heart.
A puppy will not get sick, I will take care of my wife for the rest of my life.
His mouth is so sweet, it seems that he still doesn't beat him enough.
Zhao Xinya seemed to have some strength after drinking the porridge. She looked at the dead branches outside the window and felt very sad.
If you are sick and have no caring person around you, you will really be unable to live such a day.
Zhao Xinya was glad that she chose the right person. The little ghost was like an angel, surrounding her, comforting her, soothing her loneliness, and filling her emptiness.
After a while, he asked him to change into men's clothes and take him home to meet his parents. I wonder what kind of expression my mother would look like when she knew the relationship between the little ghost and her.
Zhao Xinya was a little expectant and a little frightened, but she knew that this day must come. Maybe two years later, when the little devil turned 18, she could take him back and be a little husband.
In ancient times, it was not uncommon for big wives and little men. Now, women's liberation are advocated, and the first thing to change is secular concepts.
Opening an entertainment magazine, sister-brother relationship must be a hot topic. For example, if XX and XX live happily together, they will be ignored. Only a little mistake will happen and break up will be bombarded and said that the sister-brother relationship will be like.
People like to associate accidental factors with inevitable results, but ignore the general laws of the development of things.
As long as today is happy, life is perfect. As for tomorrow, who will know?
Even couples with the same age, similar family background, similar culture, and good-looking men and women are not allowed to divorce tomorrow. There is no absolute thing in the world, only relative.
Even if I don’t get a good result in the future, I have nothing to regret. This is my wish and a fate that I must bear.
Zhao Xinya looked at the little ghost's well-behaved appearance, and her heart was filled with the sweetness that only happened when she was in love.
And the little ghost, under Zhao Xinya's emotional gaze, the small tent bulged, and his hands holding the spoon were not so stable.
The little ghost was always stuck between his wife's legs, his eyes did not look at his affairs, and he only drank the lady's soup. He could feel the trembling caused by the woman's body due to emotions, his skin was tight, and his legs retracted, which made him breathing a little difficult, but his tongue always beat like a flame, and he kept going. Whenever the lady held his ears tightly with her hands and pulled the boy towards her body desperately, the little ghost knew that the peak of the wife's throbbing was coming.
Gradually, the little ghost became focused, focused, and had no distractions. He didn't even know how he walked out of the luxurious bedroom, held hands by his wife, left the hotel, and was stimulated by the cold wind, and woke up.
Madam, are we going home?
The little ghost asked in a low voice.
Haven't had enough fun?
Zhao Xinya’s mood is not good or bad. She can’t like this kind of game, but she just doesn’t reject it. Just like men go to take a sauna when talking about business and find a lady, it may not be a good thing, but it has to be done.
Blue smoke passes by, BMWs are far ahead, neon lights illuminate the city's night, and sparse vehicles are dotted. For many people, this is the real beginning of nightlife.
The little ghost didn't think so much, and he could only hear the sound of the wind blowing on the glass.
The lady didn't speak, and the little devil didn't dare to talk too much.
In fact, Zhao Xinya regrets bringing the little devil to such a party. She is afraid that this messy social practice will taint the boy's mind and lower her position as a goddess in her heart.
However, Zhao Xinya's face was as deep as water and she didn't say a word. Her indifference caused great trouble to the little ghost. He didn't know if he had done something wrong or because of other things, this was how it happened. No matter what, what awaited him would not be a reward, which made him very scared.
It seemed that I saw the man who was trampled on by a woman in front of me again. When Ouyang Feiyu left, her high-heeled leather boots had been cleaned by the waiter, but the little ghost seemed to be able to smell the bloody smell on it.
This is of course a psychological effect, and it is also the deepest mark he left in attending this party.
If you are stepped on, what should you do?
The little ghost covered his mouth with his hands and secretly looked at his wife's feet. The accelerator seemed to have turned into his own eagle, and the wife stepped on it hard, making a creaking sound.
The lady’s high heels today are black, and the heels are wrapped in a layer of silver-white metal, exuding a cold luster, which makes the little ghost feel like he wants to suffocate.
When he returned to the villa, the little devil acted cautiously, for fear of angering his wife.
Until the wife was lying down, Zhao Xinya did not speak. All her behavior was completed in silence. When the little ghost was about to return to his position, her arm was suddenly grabbed by the wife, and she obediently dropped her center of gravity back to the bed, laying in front of the wife with her hands and feet. In order to maintain this tranquility, the little ghost even stopped breathing.
The lady's fingers were gentle, and her fingertips were like a knife. When she passed by her chest, she wandered like a snake, cutting her skin like a knife. Her fingers were filled with heat and blood, which was a warm pain.
When the lady touched a mountain with her fingertips, she suddenly pulled it hard, which made the little ghost unable to help but let out a sharp scream.
Then the lady hugged the boy in her arms, leaned her back against the woman's plump chest, and put her butt on the lady's equally plump thighs.
Go to bed.
The lady's voice was soft, without any angriness, as if the previous indifference had melted like ice and snow.
OK, madam.
The little ghost was a little suspicious if he was too sensitive. The change in his wife's attitude made him feel at ease. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Listening to the sound of the little ghost's uniform breathing, Zhao Xinya sighed, pinched the boy's rhizome with her hands, then hugged her hands comfortably on the boy's waist and closed her eyes.
That night, Zhao Xinya didn't sleep soundly, and she always felt like she was missing something. She knew that she really shouldn't have exposed too many secrets to the little ghost. After all, he is still a child, and it would be better to have some things later.
When Zhao Xinya woke up in the morning, she felt a headache. She was very energetic. She seemed to care about what happened yesterday. Her eyes were still as clear as water, without any ripples.
Zhao Xinya let out a coquettish voice, laying her body flat, and her slender legs came out of the quilt, twisting the quilt like a snake. She felt like there was a fire in her heart, which made her mind a little unclear.
Madam, are you sick?
The little devil came to the wife and asked with concern.
Well, maybe I have a cold, so it’s hot to cover it with a quilt, and it’s cold if it doesn’t cover it. You go find some medicine and I’ll take a little.
Zhao Xinya rarely gets sick, and she didn't expect that she would be so fragile and wouldn't even open her eyes.
The little ghost was very anxious and hurried to find medicine. He used a thermometer to measure his wife's body temperature. After a while, he fed the wife the medicine. When he saw that she was asleep, he felt relieved.
Looking at the lady's sleeping soundly, the little ghost leaned on the edge of the bed with his hands, and he was so crazy about it.
The lady is not the kind of beauty that makes people feel moved when they see her, but as long as she comes into contact with her for a long time and gets used to her, she will find that her facial features are delicate and has a kind of soul-stirring beauty. There is a charming charm between raising her hands and feet, which makes people fall into mud and unable to extricate themselves.
At this moment, the little devil finally understood his heart. It was already full of the shadow of his wife and could not tolerate anything else.
Get better quickly. As long as the wife is healthy, she will be willing to be slapped hundreds of times in the face.
The little devil prayed in a low voice and just stayed with his wife.
At noon, the little devil made porridge and fed it to his wife for drinks.
The lady was indeed sick, mentally atrophy and sick, but being fed by the little ghost bit by bit made her burst into laughter.
What's wrong, ma'am.
The little devil speaks much more casually. Now that his wife is sick, she doesn't have the energy to punish him, and she is very confident.
If you are sick, I will feed you like this, okay?
The lady's eyes were full of affection, completely different from the sharpness before, making the little ghost feel extremely warm.
It would be great if the wife could always do this, but this is a luxury. The little kid understands the wife's temperament. She likes the feeling of control and will not easily reveal her heart.
A puppy will not get sick, I will take care of my wife for the rest of my life.
His mouth is so sweet, it seems that he still doesn't beat him enough.
Zhao Xinya seemed to have some strength after drinking the porridge. She looked at the dead branches outside the window and felt very sad.
If you are sick and have no caring person around you, you will really be unable to live such a day.
Zhao Xinya was glad that she chose the right person. The little ghost was like an angel, surrounding her, comforting her, soothing her loneliness, and filling her emptiness.
After a while, he asked him to change into men's clothes and take him home to meet his parents. I wonder what kind of expression my mother would look like when she knew the relationship between the little ghost and her.
Zhao Xinya was a little expectant and a little frightened, but she knew that this day must come. Maybe two years later, when the little devil turned 18, she could take him back and be a little husband.
In ancient times, it was not uncommon for big wives and little men. Now, women's liberation are advocated, and the first thing to change is secular concepts.
Opening an entertainment magazine, sister-brother relationship must be a hot topic. For example, if XX and XX live happily together, they will be ignored. Only a little mistake will happen and break up will be bombarded and said that the sister-brother relationship will be like.
People like to associate accidental factors with inevitable results, but ignore the general laws of the development of things.
As long as today is happy, life is perfect. As for tomorrow, who will know?
Even couples with the same age, similar family background, similar culture, and good-looking men and women are not allowed to divorce tomorrow. There is no absolute thing in the world, only relative.
Even if I don’t get a good result in the future, I have nothing to regret. This is my wish and a fate that I must bear.
Zhao Xinya looked at the little ghost's well-behaved appearance, and her heart was filled with the sweetness that only happened when she was in love.
And the little ghost, under Zhao Xinya's emotional gaze, the small tent bulged, and his hands holding the spoon were not so stable.
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