In a blink of an eye, the high school entrance examination was over and my junior high school career was completely over.
I don’t care what I’ve accomplished in the exam. Anyway, after the long holiday, I will go to my territory to be the emperor.
But even so, I didn't just doodle the exam papers or something, and I still took the exam seriously, and I was looking forward to what kind of results I could get.
This is one of the many ridiculous things that I have in life.
In the past, exams have always been the only center for me or most students. As a result, due to the Mediterranean intervening, they suddenly became something of the same nature as playing, as if they were denying all my past efforts.
For Ah, what's the use of working harder?
Teacher Yao’s daughter is a three-good student, but it was not the first time that she was drugged by her mother. She was robbed of the back door by my anal sex last week during the rape. Teacher Yao, as a mother, also wanted to help me cover up the atrocities that happened to her daughter.
You have to come here tomorrow.
what?
You need to sign a contract.
Didn’t you just do it yourself?
I would rather your lawyer than Ah.
Oh well.
I lay on the sofa playing with my phone, chatting with Zhuang Jing, who was knocking on the computer from time to time, and chatting without saying a word.
Occasionally, I looked at her, and the sunset shone in from the window. Her face and gold-framed glasses were outlined with golden edges and covered with golden brilliance. Her already beautiful face was coated with a layer of divinity. I could only think of words such as extraordinary and beautiful as a fairy, and then I could see God.
I thought she was so beautiful that she could no longer be beautiful. As a result, she just needed to change the angle or change her emotions and could create different beauty.
Zhuang Jing turned to look at me, her eyes facing me, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
Her smile made the golden sunset behind her head begin to lose its color in front of the white crescent moon.
The smile is gentle, natural and quiet.
Then the fragrance thrust into the nose, and she suddenly came over, kissed me gently, then knelt down and returned to the coffee table, stroked Liuhai, held up her glasses, and wrote on the account book again.
I feel sweet.
I sat up and Zhuang Jing opened her mouth and said:
Don't do it first, I'll finish these accounts first.
She thought I wanted to put her on the ground, but in fact I didn't want to do it, but I just couldn't lie down and just got up and moved.
I responded, and didn't make any unnecessary excuses.
There is no need for excuse.
Wanting to fuck her all the time is full respect for her charm.
I don’t know when, like a flower blooming quietly at midnight, her status in my heart surpassed that of my mother.
Perhaps it is because her mother is too easily declining and degenerating, but she has been fighting, fighting to keep a piece of her own land in her heart, which is undoubtedly more attractive than indulging her mother easily.
Since the day when the place of Pokha, it seems that Pokhaha is a mysterious ritual that frees her from some curse that has been reincarnated for thousands of years, and she has begun to change quietly.
I could feel personally that she began to treat me with something different from the past.
It was a very subtle feeling, without too much change, just like a fine piece of sand in the shoes, very tiny, but it made you feel uncomfortable. After cleaning it up, it felt completely different.
At first, I didn't think it was because I asked her to treat her depression with peace of mind or to manage her finances, or to give her sandalwood to be a female slave.
But over time, I still found the difference.
I dare not say that this kind of thing is love.
I can only say that Zhuang Jing finally accepted my relationship with her.
What do you want it too?
I suddenly discovered the subtext in her words.
She stared at the tablet, didn't look at me, nodded and said:
Something.
Something just wants it.
So I couldn't sit still and walked behind her.
She needed to start a company to run my funds, and I was too lazy to understand what it is. Anyway, I entrusted Xiao Zhou to find a place for me.
In the afternoon, she and I went to see the decoration of the new company. She was wearing formal clothes. After she came back, she took off her coat and knelt on the floor in her underwear and started working on the coffee table. I came behind her, passed her left hand through her armpit, pinched her plump breasts through her bra, touched her climax with her right hand, and touched her pussy through her underwear.
Didn't you say that you shouldn't do it first...
As soon as I touched her panties were wet. After just a few times, her breathing became heavy.
But she was still working seriously and had no intention of stopping.
Why is it wet?
Do you know how much money we made this week?
Fuck me, just for this?
I don't know, that money is not as attractive as you.
After I finished speaking, Zhuang Jing spread her legs a little apart.
She gasped:
Let me finish it first, otherwise I will be in chaos again. You can do whatever you want later.
I don't want to mess with you.
When she heard this, she stopped, turned to look at me, and asked with a smile:
real?
Now you are the one who is slutty, not me.
I took out a suction cup rubber dick from under the coffee table and said:
Lift your butt.
Zhuang Jing raised her butt, I hooked her panties aside, put the suction cup rubber cock under her pussy, and she sat down with a hint, and the thick cock suddenly penetrated into the depths of her pussy.
I said with a smile:
Come on, it won't stop you from working.
She cursed and continued to work hard.
But before she could hold on for a few minutes, I saw her stop, her face turned red, and her plump buttocks were slightly lifted and dropped under the control of her powerful waist, and she actually began to take the initiative to stroke the rubber cock.
After a while, her eyes covered with mist glared at me with complaint, gasped, scolded, and sighed again. While she was getting up and down, she unbuttoned the back of the bra with her hands, took off her bra, and then rubbed the bra into a ball and smashed it on me before getting up, holding the coffee table with both hands, hanging her big breasts, spreading her legs and lifting her fat buttocks. Between the buttocks, the pussy pussy was wet. She said angrily:
Fuck it...
Come on, lick.
She wanted to be fucked, so my dick was sent to her beautiful face. She immediately stuck out her tongue and licked the glans a few times, then put the dick into her mouth, her cheeks sunken, and she began to suck and stroke it.
Such a dignified and beautiful face began to become slutty, which made me unable to help but grab her bun again, pulling my dick out of her mouth, and the wet cock slapped her face.
After she accepted me, the most obvious thing was that she would finally take the initiative to please me.
My cock twitched her face a few times, and she opened her mouth and spit out her tongue. I held my cock and knocked her tongue coating, and the saliva was splashing.
When I put my dick into her mouth again, her head sank.
vomit
Her brows frowned instantly and tears burst into tears in her eyes.
Before her throat could adapt, she actually gave me a deep throat!
She couldn't stand it, and the vomit poured out as she spit out my cock. The residue of the chicken porridge she ate two hours ago was spit out by her...
If you look more depraved, you will be more depraved, and if you are more depraved, you will be more depraved.
I could not stand it, but I didn't want to force oral sex for her again, fucking her so hard that I spit out the yellow guts, but took off my clothes and wiped her mouth, came behind her and held her waist.
As soon as my glans pressed against her pussy, she bumped her butt backwards.
Slap
The sound of cheerful physical impact echoed in the living room.
This old pussy that was broken was so compact and tender that it made me feel so comfortable to fit, and it made me feel so inserted..
What's more comfortable is that her fat ass is so perfect, and the feedback during the impact is too wonderful.
Do you like me to fuck your pussy or asshole?
Like them all.
I have to ask for an answer?
After Zhuang Jing's orgasm, I was still thrusting her pussy slowly.
Zhuang Jing was fucked by me and called me, and it took me a long time to respond:
Asshole.
Why?I asked knowingly.
Actually, I shouldn’t ask these questions. This has always been Zhuang Jing’s heart disease, but I think since she has been released, I will dig deeper and let her face this problem and truly free her.
She is very smart, at least much smarter than me, and she should know what I mean.
It's just that as a party involved, it's not a good feeling.
So her voice was negative:
Anal sex is more enjoyable.
Are you unhappy with fucking?
Cool.
Zhuang Jing said with a tick and said it was pleasant, as if she was despising my training for her.
This arrogant lady.
She gasped:
Are you upset? Don’t you know everything?
She turned around slightly and asked:
Then where do you like to fuck me the most?
I like all three holes.
Do you have to ask for an answer?
She naturally attacked his shield with his spear.
Of course it's your pussy.
Tsk, hypocrisy.
She tickled again, expressing her disbelief.
Just a little bit, I can't deal with you...
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and easily sent it into her asshole. She suddenly started to scream. This sensitive anus, occasionally walking on the street, wouldn't help but reach out to scratch in front of everyone. What's wrong with this insertion?
Her body was alive again without making a few moves. In order to make her cock fuck her asshole smoother, her waist bent like a cat, and the moan quickly turned into a cheerful cry.
Are you happy?
Cool……
There is no doubt about it!
Zhuang Jing responded in a trembling voice, and soon began to beg again:
If you try to get rid of me, I will say, I will do it, don't do it like this... I feel so uncomfortable...
Better force... fast Ah...
Fuck me to death...
Dad, fuck me!Husband, fuck me!Fuck the little bitch to death!Fuck the old bitch to death!Fuck the bitch!
The tattoo on the buttocks clearly states: Understand the soul of Zhuang Jing.
That is Zhuang Jing’s fatal point.
This is the Mediterranean trick. No matter how dignified or noble Zhuang Jing is, any man will force her fingers into her butt hole. It won't take long before she will be fucked by that man against her will.
She knew it herself, so she couldn't help but feel in heat, and the chrysanthemum wanted to be fucked.
In fact, she was also disgusted with the feeling of losing herself.
So, while fucking her asshole, I said to her:
Although you are very cheap, you can scream with your bowel movements, but I still like your pussy...
I lay behind her and said in her ear:
Because of your pussy and your uterus belong to me.
I don’t know if Zhuang Jing can listen.
But now, it is the best time for her to have a good asshole, so I asked again:
You said, you used to want a child, but Mr. Xu didn't let you want it. Do you still want it now?
When I asked this, Zhuang Jing's body became obviously tense. She screamed, but after a while, she still clamped a word in the screams:
want.
I was surprised.
Is this also Zhuang Jing’s obsession?
I can't figure it out, but this is not a very important thing. I am already very numb about making a woman pregnant. There is not much more Zhuangjing than less, but less Zhuangjing.
I even thought about getting my mother pregnant.
So I didn't say anything, and focused on fucking Zhuang Jing's asshole vigorously, and it made waves of ass waves, which made her hanging papaya breasts slam, making her scream.
In the end, I fucked Zhuang Jing so much that my hands could no longer hold onto my body, and spread it on the coffee table like a pile of rotten meat.
The work tool she valued just now was swept aside by her. The slippery breasts rubbed against the glass and made a strange sound, squeaking, and soon as she said, it was so good that it was incontinent. The urine sprayed out of the pussy hole and flowed all over the floor.
Before orgasm, I pulled my dick out of her asshole, inserted it into the depths of her pussy, and poured a bubble of semen against her uterus.
Do you leave after you stop eating?
No, I have to have dinner with others.
Humph, let’s go after you’re happy!Who should I accompany?
Zhang Yi.
Her belly is getting up too, right?
Um.
Zhuang Jing, who was so happy about gains and incontinence, quickly returned to her original state, mopped the floor cleaner and turned on the drying function of the vacuum cleaner. Then, she knelt in the original place without any hesitation and started to work hard again.
After asking for a kiss, I left, but when I went out, I met the sandalwood that was probably called by Zhuang Jing.
She was dressed very delicately and was still an urban beauty. She seemed to come over to invite Zhuang Jing to go shopping together, but her haggard face and the fear she showed from the bottom of her heart when she saw me, it was easy to know what she was in now.
I know how Zhuang Jing treats her.
I raised my hand and squeezed her breasts through the clothes. I didn't wear a bra inside. I lifted up her skirt and touched her pussy. I touched the wet pussy and the jumping Zhendan stuffed into my wet pussy. I asked with some amusement:
How long has it been?
She whispered:
It's been more than an hour...
At this time, Zhuang Jing heard the sound and walked over. I waved my hand to drive her away, and she went back as if nothing had happened.
I lifted up the sandalwood clothes, and there were traces of whip and pinched her fingers, and there were spots of burning cigarette butts on her breasts.
I squeezed my plump breasts and shouted into the room:
You're a bit of a waste of this.
Zhuang Jing said indifferently:
If you can't bear to bear it, you have to go back. Besides, her injury can be cured if it can't cost a few dollars...
It's up to you.
I waved my hand, and Chansha bent down to me, then took off her high heels, bit her mouth, and lay on the ground and twisted her butt and crawled in.
Then before closing the door, I heard the sound of slapping in the face.
I can be so cautious.
What is a slave?
A person who loses personal freedom and is driven arbitrarily by others.
And what is a sex slave?
It refers to being forced to have sexual acts for the controller and others to vent their lust. It is regarded as a person who uses it as a tool for venting desires and manipulating others.
Zhuang Jing is undoubtedly such a person.
But it's different from Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi said to Mr. Xu that the tissues that wiped his nose were snot, and then he threw them into the trash can after using them.
As a bitch, Zhang Yi is a normal bitch, tied and pulled by chains.
Where is Zhuang Jing?
She was tied up by her dirty excretion organ.
Mr. Xu transformed her into that her anus, this excretion organ, was completely bound to pleasure, and this pleasure is higher than anything else in the senses.
It is actually very simple to understand.
Zhuang Jing’s house has two toilets.
A toilet is only for customers, and Zhuang Jing never uses it himself.
This is a normal toilet.
Another toilet, or toilet pit, is in the lobby, near the balcony.
When guests come to see it, she would say it is an art installation by European artists.
It is actually her exclusive excretion place.
She had to urinate and defecate in the hall.
And you will know after seeing her stool.
A woman who may orgasm due to stool.
How sad.
What's even more sad is:
She was the one I envied in my dreams.
First of all, the birth body.
Her grandfather's generation had earned his family property, so her father could unscrupulously indulge in his own preferences, dive into knowledge, and develop a gentleman and writer.
Her mother is a dance artist from a musical family and devoted her whole life to art.
The father is tall and handsome, and the mother is beautiful and plump.
She was born in such a family, inherited her parents' appearance and figure, and was influenced by literature and art, and could be literary and dance.
For more than 30 years, I have been protected by my family and grown out of the rotten soil without staining, growing into a holy lotus that has not stained out of the mud.
She should have had a happy life like his parents.
Because she was born at the top of the food chain.
result……
These beautiful things are enviable. I have been persistent in making myself more perfect for decades...
But it all became a foil for one's own excretion organs.
Anal sex device.
Do you think she is just the perfect tool for anal sex?
But she was enslaved by her anus.
Anyone who is strange, ugly, vulgar, and disgusting.
She can all make her orgasm through anal sex.
A violent orgasm.
In addition, she can also enslave her through her anus.
She has been poisoned with anal sex.
This poison is the drug.
So she had anal sex regularly.
The Mediterranean even trained her to greatly reduce the pleasure of foreign objects.
In other words, she cannot be self-sufficient for a long time and must let a real cock fuck her asshole.
The perfect material in the mouth of the Mediterranean.
I most intuitively experienced the unkindness of the Mediterranean and the attitude of God in the Mediterranean to treat all things as straw dogs.
Moreover, if she was destined to be desolate, then there was nothing sad.
But there was a saying in the Mediterranean:
I am not everything unscrupulous. Unscrupulous cannot demonstrate my strength well. This indicates a failure in control of myself, so there are some things I can do, but I may not necessarily do.
In other words, Zhuang Jing may not necessarily become a prey.
She herself is at the top of the food chain, and there are actually not many people on her.
sad.
I feel like I am spinning.
But Zhang Yi’s meal was actually supposed to be eaten long ago. It has been delayed until today, just as Zhuang Jing said, Zhang Yi’s stomach is about to rise.
Carrying the gift that Park Hee-jin bought in advance, I came to visit my future mother-in-law.
Before knocking, I took a deep breath to cope with the next performance.
But the words "Hello Auntie" at the door still made me almost laugh out loud.
Zhang Yi glared at me fiercely.
Then, she sighed with a complicated expression.
The voice didn't come out, but the expression on my face told me.
She felt a little uncomfortable.
I don’t know if it was deliberately selling miserable words: You owe me, or if she really feels uncomfortable.
But her mood quickly calmed down.
Then, as if to reassure me, she told me that she would cooperate with me in the performance, she smiled at me.
Fang Jinqi just poked her head out of the room and looked at the door. She carried her daughter on her back and pulled off the collar of her T-shirt, revealing her snow-white tits and brown nipples, and whispered:
Is it exciting?
I nodded, raised my hand, and grabbed Zhang Yi's breasts in the blind spot of Fang Jinqi's sight.
But sometimes it is like this. No matter how quarrels behind the scenes, the curtain is gradually unveiled, and the audience is looking forward to everything in the audience, and they have to let go of everything, and then they have to finish the performance first. It is important to know that if the performance is broken or if it starts on stage, no one will get better.
Why are you so hilarious?
I was shocked when I pinched this way. Fang Jinqi retracted her head back into the room again, and then I asked in a low voice.
As expected, Zhang Yi said:
Got to have an operation.
It won't affect breastfeeding, right?
What about high technology? Is it natural to touch it?
nature.
When the child is born, then go for surgery. Milk will be available as you grab...
Fang Jinqi came out there, and Zhang Yi let me in and let me go in.
Then, she instantly entered the state, and her face began to become unnatural, became cold, became unnatural, and became panicked.
This bitch...
This meal is a script kill.
But only Zhang Yi and I have the script, and Fang Jinqi knows nothing about it.
In this script, Zhang Yi is the prostitute I have visited, and I, as a client, falls in love with the prostitute's daughter.
Fang Jinqi, who was completely kept in the dark, was undoubtedly a little overwhelmed.
When Zhang Yi and I deliberately let her see what they ordered, I immediately said goodbye after dinner, and Zhang Yi immediately saw him off.
I just walked downstairs and was about to take out my phone to watch the surveillance camera, but Fang Jinqi chased me down.
Her eyes were covered with mist, but it did not condense into tears.
She asked me with her eyes.
I took a deep breath and continued to perform:
I...I know your mom.
Ah？
She exclaimed, with a look of confusion.
I could have acted in this part, but looking at Fang Jinqi's appearance, I decided to throw this question to Zhang Yi.
Go back and ask your mother.
When will you get divorced?
Next Friday.
Then I will book a restaurant in advance to celebrate.
It's a very sad thing, don't do this...
What should I do if I don’t do this?Doing so?
Ye Yiwei was also pressing the mouse to the computer and looking at the paintings of other famous artists. Behind me, my hand inserted through her neckline, grabbed her breasts and gently rubbed them.
The drama at Zhang Yi's house at night made me feel a little irritated, so I turned around and went to find Ye Yiwei.
Um……
Ye Yiwei was attacked by the chest and said no other reaction. He was still focusing on the computer.
Because the rudeness of the past has now become legal.
After that night, Ye Yiwei slept until noon the next day before waking up, and then stared in a daze in the bed. After hanging up her husband's call three times, she called the call on the fourth time, and she hesitated and answered.
I can see that Ye Yiwei is not really going to cheat.
She was just too depressed and had the mentality of revenge or giving up, so she became impulsive and had sex with me.
If her husband could admit his mistakes and coax her in a sweet manner, I think she would still go back.
But I didn't expect that after the phone calls over and over again, her husband did not want to persuade his wife to go home, but thought that he was standing at the commanding heights of morality and reason. As soon as he connected, he began to roar Ye Yiwei in a storm.
He thought his roar would make his woman feel guilty, and he obediently returned to him and admitted his mistake.
I could see Ye Yiwei's expression during the surveillance.
She was stunned at first, then felt uncomfortable, and finally...
I've guessed the result:
Let's get divorced.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Yiwei cried again, then covered his head and fell asleep again, and slept until dusk before getting up before he started eating the first meal of the day.
Through monitoring, I called several times at the right time to care about her, and then I knew that she didn't eat much at all, so I brought plenty of food to her for a while in the evening.
I didn't take advantage of the situation and went to bed with her.
This is not a good time.
I accompanied her to eat something, sat for a while, comforted her and said that the company still had something to do, so I left.
Give her the space she needs to be alone.
After I left, she turned off her cell phone, sat on the sofa and was in a daze for a while, then went to exercise. She was sweating all over. After taking a shower, she started to draw with her head and painted until after two o'clock in the morning. She fell asleep on the table and woke up before crawling back to bed.
In the next few days, I took time to accompany her and told her about my affairs, both true and false.
Women need care and companionship the most at this time, but they also need the space to be alone the most.
This sounds a bit contradictory.
In fact, when she needs to accompany her, stay with her, but don’t stick to her. After accompanying her properly, give her space so that she can settle herself by herself.
It is not easy to do this, but I have dealt with too many women, especially Zhang Yi who can tell me the true feelings and inner thoughts of women from the bottom of my heart. Therefore, I can also feel some of Ye Yiwei's subtle expressions and expressions, coupled with the God-like perspective brought by surveillance, to decide when to accompany and when to leave.
Don’t think I’m very skillful in doing all this. I am a puppet and there is a think tank behind me that is giving me tips.
So in the second week, she had not completely freed from her failed marriage. I took the opportunity to say half-jokingly and half-temptedly at the dining table, "My dick is much better than this dish, do you want to eat it?"
She got into the bottom of the table, took off my pants, held my cock in her mouth and started a blowjob for me.
Ye Yi Reed Water-Based Poplar Flower?
In fact, since ancient times, true love cannot be retained, but only routines have won the hearts of the people.
I put medicine in her soup.
She actually needs a sex to vent her depression, but if I want to fully understand her, I can't ask it, but she wants to take the initiative.
I'll help her take the initiative.
The medicine is of course a high-end product, with a hint of bitterness but is perfectly covered by Tianqi Chicken Soup.
This medicine is not a strong aphrodisiac, which can make her feel hot after drinking it, but it can bring a slight alcoholic effect and sex hormone effect. She thought she was in aphrodisiac, but it was actually fueled by the drugs.
It will be natural to fuck your pussy after eating it.
I sucked her intolerance and only satisfied her after she was completely flirting.
Having sex with a fitness woman is sometimes like a fight. Although I am strong, I am just a strong student after all, and she is a solid woman.
Under the dual effects of medicine and psychology, sometimes I pressed her and fucked her, sometimes she rode me to stroke her, and I don’t know who fucked whom.
In short, it's very fucked.
I applied medicine a few more times, and Ye Yiwei, who was unaware of anything, began to accept the fact that he became my mistress, and I was able to throw her into the bed at will.
But today I pulled Ye Yiwei's clothes up and exposed her plump and firm breasts. I rubbed them for a while and let them go, and did not further infringe on her.
Ye Yiwei was also quite careless. After cursing the little pervert, he did not pull off his clothes, kept his breasts exposed, and continued to watch the computer.
I lay on the bed, put on my headphones, took out my cell phone, and spent half an hour watching the scene between the two mothers and daughters in Fang Jinqi's room:
Zhang Yisheng confessed and cried to her daughter in tears. For the sake of this family and her future, she confessed that my daughter's boyfriend was her regular customer.
Zhang Yi acted very well. Although the things inside were fake, the things she encountered were the same.
Fang Jinqi collapsed several times and cried in tears.
It makes me feel like I am as hard-hearted as the Mediterranean.
Actually, there is no...
I just skipped those pictures with the progress bar.
I don't have to torture myself.
In order to reduce the damage of the other party Jinqi, it is actually the same as what I did to Ye Yiwei:
The water Zhang Yi gave her daughter was calm. Although Fang Jinqi still collapsed and cried loudly, after Zhang Yi persuaded her, she finally struggled until the early morning and calmed down.
These things take time to digest.
But I didn't have much time and patience to treat it as a long-term plot, so I immediately went out to go to Zhang Yi's house.
Fang Jinqi didn't want to see me, or she didn't know how to deal with me, so I appeared in front of her room. Before she collapsed, I closed the door, threw her on the bed, subdued her struggle, and kissed her forcibly.
Then he wrote the manuscript in advance and prepared the sincere confession.
What my mom said is true?You and my mother are...
yes.
This is the ultimate PUA.
Her mother is a prostitute, a prostitute I was prostitute. As a daughter, she will be more humble in her identity from the moment she knows this.
Even if I followed up with a gentle policy to her:
First of all, the story between you and your mother happened before I met you. She had never mentioned her family, so I didn’t know either...
Second, I don’t ask you to understand, but I still want to say that I am a rich man. It is normal for me to spend money to ask a woman to vent without a girlfriend...
Third, I don’t want to hurt you, and your mother doesn’t want to hurt you either.Moreover, as a single mother, you are her daughter, and you should know better than me, who is she doing all this for...
fourth,……
I tell you in a casual manner.
This is a complete scam, and of course it is very reasonable.
Fang Jinqi looked at me in tears.
This pity girl who was PUA actually put aside the matter of her mother as a prostitute, and was crying and afraid of another thing:
Will I break up with her?
Jinqi, I am afraid that you will think a lot, so I will come back to find you. I love you, there is no doubt about it.
However, I must also tell you whether your mother told you that my relationship with her is not the ordinary relationship of prostitution.
In my opinion, your mom is not a prostitute, she is a good woman who sacrifices her family, and I like her very much.Of course, this is different from the love for you. Our love is love, and my love for your mother is an appreciation nature.So don’t hate her, nor do you hate her, she is also in pain.
Fang Jinqi hugged in my arms and started crying again:
I don't hate my mother, how could I hate my mother...
She is indeed a good girl.
Zhang Yi had no doubt about her love for her in the past. In fact, single-parent families generally cherish the other one more.
I wiped Fang Jinqi's tears and kissed her.
Continue to hurt her.
There is one more thing to confess to you, actually...
Your mom is pregnant.
Tsk, Xiao Jing, this hand is beautifully done.
Compared to Xiao Zhou's school project, this trick of playing with people is actually more exciting, right?
The school is like playing games and opening plug-ins. It looks invincible and exciting, but it is actually very boring.
But I still approved it, haha, I look forward to you getting something different.
I didn't expect I could still receive messages from the Mediterranean.
And one shot is a series of times.
He actually doesn't need to communicate with me, he just needs to express it, so I didn't reply and didn't know how to reply for a while, he would keep sending it and then completely disappear.
He could watch me anytime and anywhere, just like I monitored my mother all the time, and my actions were answers.
He was somewhat of a vocal idea of claiming to be a god, even though he might not have thought so subjectively.
Because it's like:
Holy family?
So, there is a small reward for you.
I didn't expect that the small reward in the Mediterranean was like the one I did before, where my mother was a prostitute and my boyfriend was a regular customer of my mother.
It's about mom.
Mom's past
First, I want to say:
It was not by chance that my mother was taken by the Mediterranean.
Mediterranean let the team below find women with stories.
Mom is.
Secondly, I repeat it once. Later, I learned from my biological father and the Mediterranean that another side of my mother, that is, the story of my mother's past.
Keyword 1: Photo
There is a nude photo of my mother when she was 16 years old in my mobile phone. It was a photo of me who sent me nude photos from Mediterranean.
She squatted on an ordinary red plastic chair without a backrest, spreading her legs left and right, and spreading her tender pussy with her snow-white and delicate hands in front of the camera.
There are three in this posture, one with his head down, one with his expressionless face looking at the camera, and the other with his same expression turned his head to look aside.
The pussy is wet, which means that someone is wet before it is pierced.
Her face was a little red, and she said she had some reaction.
But judging from her mother's expression, she was reluctant, but she was not completely forced. She could only say that she was taken with half-spokenness.
According to the Mediterranean, the mother was still a virgin at this time.
This photo is the beginning of everything.
Keyword 2: Mix
That photo was taken by my mother's first love partner, a junior high school classmate.
My mother was in the third year of junior high school when she took that photo.
My mother's first love saw her mother's naked body, touched her pussy, took nude photos and broke her pussy, but in the end she did not possess her mother's body.
After entering high school, my mother and her first love broke up. They were not in the same school. Those photos were shown off by their mother's first love boyfriend after drinking, but ended up falling into the hands of her mother's classmate in high school, a little leader of a campus gangster.
But what makes me feel disgusted is that my mother was not threatened, but she was chased by the rubbish.
I can't understand how beautiful women are stained with golden retrievers.
Live flowers are placed on cow dung.
The gangster was a very doggy person, and his mother's virgin was lost in the gangster's rental house.
Not long after chasing my mother, the gangster and his two friends drank and played cards in the rental house, and then purposefully brought their mother to drink, but their mother lost her virginity after drinking.
Moreover, she was taken off her clothes and held them in front of others bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, and then took away the virgin on the rotten bed...
This is actually a gang rape.
The gangster actually asked his two friends to fuck his mother in turn.
Mother who was just broken.
I can't believe and accept something like this.
But the Mediterranean sent people to find those people from that year, and they took photos and videos at that time.
It was originally a toad that ate swan meat. They ate beauties like their mother. They were reluctant to delete those photos and videos. Fucking the matter because of the developed cloud service, these photos and videos were kept and then all of them were taken by the Mediterranean, so the evidence was conclusive.
I felt uncomfortable. I didn't want to watch those videos, but my 17-year-old mother attracted me to watch them again. I only finished watching the videos several times in a row.
The scene is actually the same as when I watched the rape of my mother in the Mediterranean. It is both uncomfortable, but also...
The drunk mother started talking nonsense, but was held in her arms by the garbage, molesting her breasts and pussy, while the other two beasts also took off their pants and looked at them with their cocks on their backs.
When the garbage and ugly little cock were inserted into my mother's pussy and my mother screamed in pain, I turned off the video.
When I recovered, I opened it again and found that the other two beasts had taken their mother's turn.
My mother, Ah, who was once pure in my eyes...
Fortunately, although those three garbage were not wearing condoms and were all cumshots, their mother was not pregnant.
I said that my mother's personality is a bit cowardly.
My mother had a broken drink, and didn't know she was being turned on, so she had a big fight with the garbage. That's all, and after reconciliation, the mother who was broken had sex normally from once a week to three or four times a week before the breakup.
Later, the garbage got my mother drunk again and let my friend fuck her mother again, and they finally broke up.
When my mother was in her senior year, she fell in love with my biological father.
The first time my biological father and mother broke up was:
When her mother was in love with her biological father, she was still asked by the gangster to go to KTV, then drugged, fucked by the gangster again, and recorded a video.
The gangster sent this video to his biological father, and then his biological father broke up with his mother.
Keyword 3: false image
To add, all this is used by Mediterranean. From my mother's mouth, he combined it with people to find the person involved in the year to ask, and combined it to sort out what I told me.
Mediterranean told me that this experience had a great impact on my mother. During the entire college period, my mother did not fall in love under the passionate pursuit of a large number of suitors, but focused on her studies.
After graduation, the mother reunited with her biological father and then got married.
Half a year after marriage, my mother divorced her biological father when she became pregnant.
When her mother was two months pregnant, she fell in love with a foreman who was doing construction projects.
But that was a liar.
The foreman lied to his mother that he was single, and did not mind that his mother was pregnant and was willing to marry her.
In fact, the real purpose of the foreman is a typical scam. He is married and has children. He is not a local. He just came to do engineering projects and happened to deceive her by chance. He just wanted to find a partner to vent his desire.
My mother was pregnant with me and was fucked for three months without getting much money. She left the foreman project and disappeared.
Then, the second month after this incident, my mother got married and married a college classmate, who is the stepfather.
Before the stepfather passed away, my mother was a housewife. After the stepfather passed away, my mother entered a Mediterranean business. Then the Mediterranean team routinely investigated the beauty's background and then reported it to the Mediterranean. In a large number of reports, the Mediterranean Sea saw the mother's report and became interested, and then something happened later.
Interestingly, the Mediterranean told me that his favorite mom was:
1. Mom’s past experiences;
Second, although my mother has such an unbearable past, after research, his team below said that her mother is not a promiscuous or aquatic woman. On the contrary, they think that her mother is quite simple to some extent;
3. After marrying her stepfather, her mother seemed to have gotten rid of the past and gained rebirth.
But why are keywords illusions?
The Mediterranean lied to me.
In the experiences that the Mediterranean reposted to my mother, an important person was completely removed by the Mediterranean.
A person I know exists, but my mother never mentioned it in front of me.
Whether mothers fall in love with gangsters or with biological fathers, this person is influencing and controlling mothers.
The so-called small reward in the Mediterranean this time is the truth about the mother's story.
When the photos and videos of mothers being trained and violated, which I had never seen before, were sent over by the Mediterranean, I realized who was the person who was picked out by the Mediterranean from her mother’s story:
My uncle is my mother's younger brother.
Zhang Shuqing.
I was shocked again.
Rest incest by siblings???
My mother's story is so messy?
I didn't expect that retribution came so quickly, and I realized Fang Jinqi's mood in a blink of an eye.
And when my head buzzed, I was also enlightened, and suddenly... I couldn't understand why for a moment, and then I figured out something.
I won't say anything for now.
My uncle also has nude photos of his mother, that is, his sister.
Also threatened by holding photos and videos, mothers can call the police to the gangster and die together;
But for her younger brother, she gradually, from being kissed, looking at her underwear, touching her chest, touching her private parts...
In the end, after breaking up with the gangster and her friend, her mother gave up and finally got her into bed by her younger brother. The siblings were incest and fucked.
Next, the Mediterranean didn't say much, he asked me to watch the photos and videos by myself.
And I saw it.
First, we draw a conclusion:
Around the same age, my uncle is obviously better than my nephew who relies on a think tank. He seems to be born good at manipulating women.
My mother was so tightly controlled by this younger brother.
The Mediterranean lied to me. During my college years, my mother was not unwilling to fall in love at all, but she and her uncle who deliberately dropped out of school to work in the local area. She maintained an incest relationship. She was controlled by her uncle and lived together. She was used as a toy for leniency until her uncle committed an accident and went to jail.
So, I finally understood why my mother could play with her stepfather so well and took so many erotic photos...
And the Mediterranean reward for me at this critical moment is not a fucking reward at all!
He told me:
My uncle is going to be released from prison.
This is a person who shouldn't exist in my world.
Before I was born, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. Theories would not be released anymore. Even if they were released, they should have waited until they were seventy-seventy-eighty.
Who is interfering with it?
Do you still need to ask?
I don’t care what I’ve accomplished in the exam. Anyway, after the long holiday, I will go to my territory to be the emperor.
But even so, I didn't just doodle the exam papers or something, and I still took the exam seriously, and I was looking forward to what kind of results I could get.
This is one of the many ridiculous things that I have in life.
In the past, exams have always been the only center for me or most students. As a result, due to the Mediterranean intervening, they suddenly became something of the same nature as playing, as if they were denying all my past efforts.
For Ah, what's the use of working harder?
Teacher Yao’s daughter is a three-good student, but it was not the first time that she was drugged by her mother. She was robbed of the back door by my anal sex last week during the rape. Teacher Yao, as a mother, also wanted to help me cover up the atrocities that happened to her daughter.
You have to come here tomorrow.
what?
You need to sign a contract.
Didn’t you just do it yourself?
I would rather your lawyer than Ah.
Oh well.
I lay on the sofa playing with my phone, chatting with Zhuang Jing, who was knocking on the computer from time to time, and chatting without saying a word.
Occasionally, I looked at her, and the sunset shone in from the window. Her face and gold-framed glasses were outlined with golden edges and covered with golden brilliance. Her already beautiful face was coated with a layer of divinity. I could only think of words such as extraordinary and beautiful as a fairy, and then I could see God.
I thought she was so beautiful that she could no longer be beautiful. As a result, she just needed to change the angle or change her emotions and could create different beauty.
Zhuang Jing turned to look at me, her eyes facing me, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
Her smile made the golden sunset behind her head begin to lose its color in front of the white crescent moon.
The smile is gentle, natural and quiet.
Then the fragrance thrust into the nose, and she suddenly came over, kissed me gently, then knelt down and returned to the coffee table, stroked Liuhai, held up her glasses, and wrote on the account book again.
I feel sweet.
I sat up and Zhuang Jing opened her mouth and said:
Don't do it first, I'll finish these accounts first.
She thought I wanted to put her on the ground, but in fact I didn't want to do it, but I just couldn't lie down and just got up and moved.
I responded, and didn't make any unnecessary excuses.
There is no need for excuse.
Wanting to fuck her all the time is full respect for her charm.
I don’t know when, like a flower blooming quietly at midnight, her status in my heart surpassed that of my mother.
Perhaps it is because her mother is too easily declining and degenerating, but she has been fighting, fighting to keep a piece of her own land in her heart, which is undoubtedly more attractive than indulging her mother easily.
Since the day when the place of Pokha, it seems that Pokhaha is a mysterious ritual that frees her from some curse that has been reincarnated for thousands of years, and she has begun to change quietly.
I could feel personally that she began to treat me with something different from the past.
It was a very subtle feeling, without too much change, just like a fine piece of sand in the shoes, very tiny, but it made you feel uncomfortable. After cleaning it up, it felt completely different.
At first, I didn't think it was because I asked her to treat her depression with peace of mind or to manage her finances, or to give her sandalwood to be a female slave.
But over time, I still found the difference.
I dare not say that this kind of thing is love.
I can only say that Zhuang Jing finally accepted my relationship with her.
What do you want it too?
I suddenly discovered the subtext in her words.
She stared at the tablet, didn't look at me, nodded and said:
Something.
Something just wants it.
So I couldn't sit still and walked behind her.
She needed to start a company to run my funds, and I was too lazy to understand what it is. Anyway, I entrusted Xiao Zhou to find a place for me.
In the afternoon, she and I went to see the decoration of the new company. She was wearing formal clothes. After she came back, she took off her coat and knelt on the floor in her underwear and started working on the coffee table. I came behind her, passed her left hand through her armpit, pinched her plump breasts through her bra, touched her climax with her right hand, and touched her pussy through her underwear.
Didn't you say that you shouldn't do it first...
As soon as I touched her panties were wet. After just a few times, her breathing became heavy.
But she was still working seriously and had no intention of stopping.
Why is it wet?
Do you know how much money we made this week?
Fuck me, just for this?
I don't know, that money is not as attractive as you.
After I finished speaking, Zhuang Jing spread her legs a little apart.
She gasped:
Let me finish it first, otherwise I will be in chaos again. You can do whatever you want later.
I don't want to mess with you.
When she heard this, she stopped, turned to look at me, and asked with a smile:
real?
Now you are the one who is slutty, not me.
I took out a suction cup rubber dick from under the coffee table and said:
Lift your butt.
Zhuang Jing raised her butt, I hooked her panties aside, put the suction cup rubber cock under her pussy, and she sat down with a hint, and the thick cock suddenly penetrated into the depths of her pussy.
I said with a smile:
Come on, it won't stop you from working.
She cursed and continued to work hard.
But before she could hold on for a few minutes, I saw her stop, her face turned red, and her plump buttocks were slightly lifted and dropped under the control of her powerful waist, and she actually began to take the initiative to stroke the rubber cock.
After a while, her eyes covered with mist glared at me with complaint, gasped, scolded, and sighed again. While she was getting up and down, she unbuttoned the back of the bra with her hands, took off her bra, and then rubbed the bra into a ball and smashed it on me before getting up, holding the coffee table with both hands, hanging her big breasts, spreading her legs and lifting her fat buttocks. Between the buttocks, the pussy pussy was wet. She said angrily:
Fuck it...
Come on, lick.
She wanted to be fucked, so my dick was sent to her beautiful face. She immediately stuck out her tongue and licked the glans a few times, then put the dick into her mouth, her cheeks sunken, and she began to suck and stroke it.
Such a dignified and beautiful face began to become slutty, which made me unable to help but grab her bun again, pulling my dick out of her mouth, and the wet cock slapped her face.
After she accepted me, the most obvious thing was that she would finally take the initiative to please me.
My cock twitched her face a few times, and she opened her mouth and spit out her tongue. I held my cock and knocked her tongue coating, and the saliva was splashing.
When I put my dick into her mouth again, her head sank.
vomit
Her brows frowned instantly and tears burst into tears in her eyes.
Before her throat could adapt, she actually gave me a deep throat!
She couldn't stand it, and the vomit poured out as she spit out my cock. The residue of the chicken porridge she ate two hours ago was spit out by her...
If you look more depraved, you will be more depraved, and if you are more depraved, you will be more depraved.
I could not stand it, but I didn't want to force oral sex for her again, fucking her so hard that I spit out the yellow guts, but took off my clothes and wiped her mouth, came behind her and held her waist.
As soon as my glans pressed against her pussy, she bumped her butt backwards.
Slap
The sound of cheerful physical impact echoed in the living room.
This old pussy that was broken was so compact and tender that it made me feel so comfortable to fit, and it made me feel so inserted..
What's more comfortable is that her fat ass is so perfect, and the feedback during the impact is too wonderful.
Do you like me to fuck your pussy or asshole?
Like them all.
I have to ask for an answer?
After Zhuang Jing's orgasm, I was still thrusting her pussy slowly.
Zhuang Jing was fucked by me and called me, and it took me a long time to respond:
Asshole.
Why?I asked knowingly.
Actually, I shouldn’t ask these questions. This has always been Zhuang Jing’s heart disease, but I think since she has been released, I will dig deeper and let her face this problem and truly free her.
She is very smart, at least much smarter than me, and she should know what I mean.
It's just that as a party involved, it's not a good feeling.
So her voice was negative:
Anal sex is more enjoyable.
Are you unhappy with fucking?
Cool.
Zhuang Jing said with a tick and said it was pleasant, as if she was despising my training for her.
This arrogant lady.
She gasped:
Are you upset? Don’t you know everything?
She turned around slightly and asked:
Then where do you like to fuck me the most?
I like all three holes.
Do you have to ask for an answer?
She naturally attacked his shield with his spear.
Of course it's your pussy.
Tsk, hypocrisy.
She tickled again, expressing her disbelief.
Just a little bit, I can't deal with you...
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and easily sent it into her asshole. She suddenly started to scream. This sensitive anus, occasionally walking on the street, wouldn't help but reach out to scratch in front of everyone. What's wrong with this insertion?
Her body was alive again without making a few moves. In order to make her cock fuck her asshole smoother, her waist bent like a cat, and the moan quickly turned into a cheerful cry.
Are you happy?
Cool……
There is no doubt about it!
Zhuang Jing responded in a trembling voice, and soon began to beg again:
If you try to get rid of me, I will say, I will do it, don't do it like this... I feel so uncomfortable...
Better force... fast Ah...
Fuck me to death...
Dad, fuck me!Husband, fuck me!Fuck the little bitch to death!Fuck the old bitch to death!Fuck the bitch!
The tattoo on the buttocks clearly states: Understand the soul of Zhuang Jing.
That is Zhuang Jing’s fatal point.
This is the Mediterranean trick. No matter how dignified or noble Zhuang Jing is, any man will force her fingers into her butt hole. It won't take long before she will be fucked by that man against her will.
She knew it herself, so she couldn't help but feel in heat, and the chrysanthemum wanted to be fucked.
In fact, she was also disgusted with the feeling of losing herself.
So, while fucking her asshole, I said to her:
Although you are very cheap, you can scream with your bowel movements, but I still like your pussy...
I lay behind her and said in her ear:
Because of your pussy and your uterus belong to me.
I don’t know if Zhuang Jing can listen.
But now, it is the best time for her to have a good asshole, so I asked again:
You said, you used to want a child, but Mr. Xu didn't let you want it. Do you still want it now?
When I asked this, Zhuang Jing's body became obviously tense. She screamed, but after a while, she still clamped a word in the screams:
want.
I was surprised.
Is this also Zhuang Jing’s obsession?
I can't figure it out, but this is not a very important thing. I am already very numb about making a woman pregnant. There is not much more Zhuangjing than less, but less Zhuangjing.
I even thought about getting my mother pregnant.
So I didn't say anything, and focused on fucking Zhuang Jing's asshole vigorously, and it made waves of ass waves, which made her hanging papaya breasts slam, making her scream.
In the end, I fucked Zhuang Jing so much that my hands could no longer hold onto my body, and spread it on the coffee table like a pile of rotten meat.
The work tool she valued just now was swept aside by her. The slippery breasts rubbed against the glass and made a strange sound, squeaking, and soon as she said, it was so good that it was incontinent. The urine sprayed out of the pussy hole and flowed all over the floor.
Before orgasm, I pulled my dick out of her asshole, inserted it into the depths of her pussy, and poured a bubble of semen against her uterus.
Do you leave after you stop eating?
No, I have to have dinner with others.
Humph, let’s go after you’re happy!Who should I accompany?
Zhang Yi.
Her belly is getting up too, right?
Um.
Zhuang Jing, who was so happy about gains and incontinence, quickly returned to her original state, mopped the floor cleaner and turned on the drying function of the vacuum cleaner. Then, she knelt in the original place without any hesitation and started to work hard again.
After asking for a kiss, I left, but when I went out, I met the sandalwood that was probably called by Zhuang Jing.
She was dressed very delicately and was still an urban beauty. She seemed to come over to invite Zhuang Jing to go shopping together, but her haggard face and the fear she showed from the bottom of her heart when she saw me, it was easy to know what she was in now.
I know how Zhuang Jing treats her.
I raised my hand and squeezed her breasts through the clothes. I didn't wear a bra inside. I lifted up her skirt and touched her pussy. I touched the wet pussy and the jumping Zhendan stuffed into my wet pussy. I asked with some amusement:
How long has it been?
She whispered:
It's been more than an hour...
At this time, Zhuang Jing heard the sound and walked over. I waved my hand to drive her away, and she went back as if nothing had happened.
I lifted up the sandalwood clothes, and there were traces of whip and pinched her fingers, and there were spots of burning cigarette butts on her breasts.
I squeezed my plump breasts and shouted into the room:
You're a bit of a waste of this.
Zhuang Jing said indifferently:
If you can't bear to bear it, you have to go back. Besides, her injury can be cured if it can't cost a few dollars...
It's up to you.
I waved my hand, and Chansha bent down to me, then took off her high heels, bit her mouth, and lay on the ground and twisted her butt and crawled in.
Then before closing the door, I heard the sound of slapping in the face.
I can be so cautious.
What is a slave?
A person who loses personal freedom and is driven arbitrarily by others.
And what is a sex slave?
It refers to being forced to have sexual acts for the controller and others to vent their lust. It is regarded as a person who uses it as a tool for venting desires and manipulating others.
Zhuang Jing is undoubtedly such a person.
But it's different from Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi said to Mr. Xu that the tissues that wiped his nose were snot, and then he threw them into the trash can after using them.
As a bitch, Zhang Yi is a normal bitch, tied and pulled by chains.
Where is Zhuang Jing?
She was tied up by her dirty excretion organ.
Mr. Xu transformed her into that her anus, this excretion organ, was completely bound to pleasure, and this pleasure is higher than anything else in the senses.
It is actually very simple to understand.
Zhuang Jing’s house has two toilets.
A toilet is only for customers, and Zhuang Jing never uses it himself.
This is a normal toilet.
Another toilet, or toilet pit, is in the lobby, near the balcony.
When guests come to see it, she would say it is an art installation by European artists.
It is actually her exclusive excretion place.
She had to urinate and defecate in the hall.
And you will know after seeing her stool.
A woman who may orgasm due to stool.
How sad.
What's even more sad is:
She was the one I envied in my dreams.
First of all, the birth body.
Her grandfather's generation had earned his family property, so her father could unscrupulously indulge in his own preferences, dive into knowledge, and develop a gentleman and writer.
Her mother is a dance artist from a musical family and devoted her whole life to art.
The father is tall and handsome, and the mother is beautiful and plump.
She was born in such a family, inherited her parents' appearance and figure, and was influenced by literature and art, and could be literary and dance.
For more than 30 years, I have been protected by my family and grown out of the rotten soil without staining, growing into a holy lotus that has not stained out of the mud.
She should have had a happy life like his parents.
Because she was born at the top of the food chain.
result……
These beautiful things are enviable. I have been persistent in making myself more perfect for decades...
But it all became a foil for one's own excretion organs.
Anal sex device.
Do you think she is just the perfect tool for anal sex?
But she was enslaved by her anus.
Anyone who is strange, ugly, vulgar, and disgusting.
She can all make her orgasm through anal sex.
A violent orgasm.
In addition, she can also enslave her through her anus.
She has been poisoned with anal sex.
This poison is the drug.
So she had anal sex regularly.
The Mediterranean even trained her to greatly reduce the pleasure of foreign objects.
In other words, she cannot be self-sufficient for a long time and must let a real cock fuck her asshole.
The perfect material in the mouth of the Mediterranean.
I most intuitively experienced the unkindness of the Mediterranean and the attitude of God in the Mediterranean to treat all things as straw dogs.
Moreover, if she was destined to be desolate, then there was nothing sad.
But there was a saying in the Mediterranean:
I am not everything unscrupulous. Unscrupulous cannot demonstrate my strength well. This indicates a failure in control of myself, so there are some things I can do, but I may not necessarily do.
In other words, Zhuang Jing may not necessarily become a prey.
She herself is at the top of the food chain, and there are actually not many people on her.
sad.
I feel like I am spinning.
But Zhang Yi’s meal was actually supposed to be eaten long ago. It has been delayed until today, just as Zhuang Jing said, Zhang Yi’s stomach is about to rise.
Carrying the gift that Park Hee-jin bought in advance, I came to visit my future mother-in-law.
Before knocking, I took a deep breath to cope with the next performance.
But the words "Hello Auntie" at the door still made me almost laugh out loud.
Zhang Yi glared at me fiercely.
Then, she sighed with a complicated expression.
The voice didn't come out, but the expression on my face told me.
She felt a little uncomfortable.
I don’t know if it was deliberately selling miserable words: You owe me, or if she really feels uncomfortable.
But her mood quickly calmed down.
Then, as if to reassure me, she told me that she would cooperate with me in the performance, she smiled at me.
Fang Jinqi just poked her head out of the room and looked at the door. She carried her daughter on her back and pulled off the collar of her T-shirt, revealing her snow-white tits and brown nipples, and whispered:
Is it exciting?
I nodded, raised my hand, and grabbed Zhang Yi's breasts in the blind spot of Fang Jinqi's sight.
But sometimes it is like this. No matter how quarrels behind the scenes, the curtain is gradually unveiled, and the audience is looking forward to everything in the audience, and they have to let go of everything, and then they have to finish the performance first. It is important to know that if the performance is broken or if it starts on stage, no one will get better.
Why are you so hilarious?
I was shocked when I pinched this way. Fang Jinqi retracted her head back into the room again, and then I asked in a low voice.
As expected, Zhang Yi said:
Got to have an operation.
It won't affect breastfeeding, right?
What about high technology? Is it natural to touch it?
nature.
When the child is born, then go for surgery. Milk will be available as you grab...
Fang Jinqi came out there, and Zhang Yi let me in and let me go in.
Then, she instantly entered the state, and her face began to become unnatural, became cold, became unnatural, and became panicked.
This bitch...
This meal is a script kill.
But only Zhang Yi and I have the script, and Fang Jinqi knows nothing about it.
In this script, Zhang Yi is the prostitute I have visited, and I, as a client, falls in love with the prostitute's daughter.
Fang Jinqi, who was completely kept in the dark, was undoubtedly a little overwhelmed.
When Zhang Yi and I deliberately let her see what they ordered, I immediately said goodbye after dinner, and Zhang Yi immediately saw him off.
I just walked downstairs and was about to take out my phone to watch the surveillance camera, but Fang Jinqi chased me down.
Her eyes were covered with mist, but it did not condense into tears.
She asked me with her eyes.
I took a deep breath and continued to perform:
I...I know your mom.
Ah？
She exclaimed, with a look of confusion.
I could have acted in this part, but looking at Fang Jinqi's appearance, I decided to throw this question to Zhang Yi.
Go back and ask your mother.
When will you get divorced?
Next Friday.
Then I will book a restaurant in advance to celebrate.
It's a very sad thing, don't do this...
What should I do if I don’t do this?Doing so?
Ye Yiwei was also pressing the mouse to the computer and looking at the paintings of other famous artists. Behind me, my hand inserted through her neckline, grabbed her breasts and gently rubbed them.
The drama at Zhang Yi's house at night made me feel a little irritated, so I turned around and went to find Ye Yiwei.
Um……
Ye Yiwei was attacked by the chest and said no other reaction. He was still focusing on the computer.
Because the rudeness of the past has now become legal.
After that night, Ye Yiwei slept until noon the next day before waking up, and then stared in a daze in the bed. After hanging up her husband's call three times, she called the call on the fourth time, and she hesitated and answered.
I can see that Ye Yiwei is not really going to cheat.
She was just too depressed and had the mentality of revenge or giving up, so she became impulsive and had sex with me.
If her husband could admit his mistakes and coax her in a sweet manner, I think she would still go back.
But I didn't expect that after the phone calls over and over again, her husband did not want to persuade his wife to go home, but thought that he was standing at the commanding heights of morality and reason. As soon as he connected, he began to roar Ye Yiwei in a storm.
He thought his roar would make his woman feel guilty, and he obediently returned to him and admitted his mistake.
I could see Ye Yiwei's expression during the surveillance.
She was stunned at first, then felt uncomfortable, and finally...
I've guessed the result:
Let's get divorced.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Yiwei cried again, then covered his head and fell asleep again, and slept until dusk before getting up before he started eating the first meal of the day.
Through monitoring, I called several times at the right time to care about her, and then I knew that she didn't eat much at all, so I brought plenty of food to her for a while in the evening.
I didn't take advantage of the situation and went to bed with her.
This is not a good time.
I accompanied her to eat something, sat for a while, comforted her and said that the company still had something to do, so I left.
Give her the space she needs to be alone.
After I left, she turned off her cell phone, sat on the sofa and was in a daze for a while, then went to exercise. She was sweating all over. After taking a shower, she started to draw with her head and painted until after two o'clock in the morning. She fell asleep on the table and woke up before crawling back to bed.
In the next few days, I took time to accompany her and told her about my affairs, both true and false.
Women need care and companionship the most at this time, but they also need the space to be alone the most.
This sounds a bit contradictory.
In fact, when she needs to accompany her, stay with her, but don’t stick to her. After accompanying her properly, give her space so that she can settle herself by herself.
It is not easy to do this, but I have dealt with too many women, especially Zhang Yi who can tell me the true feelings and inner thoughts of women from the bottom of my heart. Therefore, I can also feel some of Ye Yiwei's subtle expressions and expressions, coupled with the God-like perspective brought by surveillance, to decide when to accompany and when to leave.
Don’t think I’m very skillful in doing all this. I am a puppet and there is a think tank behind me that is giving me tips.
So in the second week, she had not completely freed from her failed marriage. I took the opportunity to say half-jokingly and half-temptedly at the dining table, "My dick is much better than this dish, do you want to eat it?"
She got into the bottom of the table, took off my pants, held my cock in her mouth and started a blowjob for me.
Ye Yi Reed Water-Based Poplar Flower?
In fact, since ancient times, true love cannot be retained, but only routines have won the hearts of the people.
I put medicine in her soup.
She actually needs a sex to vent her depression, but if I want to fully understand her, I can't ask it, but she wants to take the initiative.
I'll help her take the initiative.
The medicine is of course a high-end product, with a hint of bitterness but is perfectly covered by Tianqi Chicken Soup.
This medicine is not a strong aphrodisiac, which can make her feel hot after drinking it, but it can bring a slight alcoholic effect and sex hormone effect. She thought she was in aphrodisiac, but it was actually fueled by the drugs.
It will be natural to fuck your pussy after eating it.
I sucked her intolerance and only satisfied her after she was completely flirting.
Having sex with a fitness woman is sometimes like a fight. Although I am strong, I am just a strong student after all, and she is a solid woman.
Under the dual effects of medicine and psychology, sometimes I pressed her and fucked her, sometimes she rode me to stroke her, and I don’t know who fucked whom.
In short, it's very fucked.
I applied medicine a few more times, and Ye Yiwei, who was unaware of anything, began to accept the fact that he became my mistress, and I was able to throw her into the bed at will.
But today I pulled Ye Yiwei's clothes up and exposed her plump and firm breasts. I rubbed them for a while and let them go, and did not further infringe on her.
Ye Yiwei was also quite careless. After cursing the little pervert, he did not pull off his clothes, kept his breasts exposed, and continued to watch the computer.
I lay on the bed, put on my headphones, took out my cell phone, and spent half an hour watching the scene between the two mothers and daughters in Fang Jinqi's room:
Zhang Yisheng confessed and cried to her daughter in tears. For the sake of this family and her future, she confessed that my daughter's boyfriend was her regular customer.
Zhang Yi acted very well. Although the things inside were fake, the things she encountered were the same.
Fang Jinqi collapsed several times and cried in tears.
It makes me feel like I am as hard-hearted as the Mediterranean.
Actually, there is no...
I just skipped those pictures with the progress bar.
I don't have to torture myself.
In order to reduce the damage of the other party Jinqi, it is actually the same as what I did to Ye Yiwei:
The water Zhang Yi gave her daughter was calm. Although Fang Jinqi still collapsed and cried loudly, after Zhang Yi persuaded her, she finally struggled until the early morning and calmed down.
These things take time to digest.
But I didn't have much time and patience to treat it as a long-term plot, so I immediately went out to go to Zhang Yi's house.
Fang Jinqi didn't want to see me, or she didn't know how to deal with me, so I appeared in front of her room. Before she collapsed, I closed the door, threw her on the bed, subdued her struggle, and kissed her forcibly.
Then he wrote the manuscript in advance and prepared the sincere confession.
What my mom said is true?You and my mother are...
yes.
This is the ultimate PUA.
Her mother is a prostitute, a prostitute I was prostitute. As a daughter, she will be more humble in her identity from the moment she knows this.
Even if I followed up with a gentle policy to her:
First of all, the story between you and your mother happened before I met you. She had never mentioned her family, so I didn’t know either...
Second, I don’t ask you to understand, but I still want to say that I am a rich man. It is normal for me to spend money to ask a woman to vent without a girlfriend...
Third, I don’t want to hurt you, and your mother doesn’t want to hurt you either.Moreover, as a single mother, you are her daughter, and you should know better than me, who is she doing all this for...
fourth,……
I tell you in a casual manner.
This is a complete scam, and of course it is very reasonable.
Fang Jinqi looked at me in tears.
This pity girl who was PUA actually put aside the matter of her mother as a prostitute, and was crying and afraid of another thing:
Will I break up with her?
Jinqi, I am afraid that you will think a lot, so I will come back to find you. I love you, there is no doubt about it.
However, I must also tell you whether your mother told you that my relationship with her is not the ordinary relationship of prostitution.
In my opinion, your mom is not a prostitute, she is a good woman who sacrifices her family, and I like her very much.Of course, this is different from the love for you. Our love is love, and my love for your mother is an appreciation nature.So don’t hate her, nor do you hate her, she is also in pain.
Fang Jinqi hugged in my arms and started crying again:
I don't hate my mother, how could I hate my mother...
She is indeed a good girl.
Zhang Yi had no doubt about her love for her in the past. In fact, single-parent families generally cherish the other one more.
I wiped Fang Jinqi's tears and kissed her.
Continue to hurt her.
There is one more thing to confess to you, actually...
Your mom is pregnant.
Tsk, Xiao Jing, this hand is beautifully done.
Compared to Xiao Zhou's school project, this trick of playing with people is actually more exciting, right?
The school is like playing games and opening plug-ins. It looks invincible and exciting, but it is actually very boring.
But I still approved it, haha, I look forward to you getting something different.
I didn't expect I could still receive messages from the Mediterranean.
And one shot is a series of times.
He actually doesn't need to communicate with me, he just needs to express it, so I didn't reply and didn't know how to reply for a while, he would keep sending it and then completely disappear.
He could watch me anytime and anywhere, just like I monitored my mother all the time, and my actions were answers.
He was somewhat of a vocal idea of claiming to be a god, even though he might not have thought so subjectively.
Because it's like:
Holy family?
So, there is a small reward for you.
I didn't expect that the small reward in the Mediterranean was like the one I did before, where my mother was a prostitute and my boyfriend was a regular customer of my mother.
It's about mom.
Mom's past
First, I want to say:
It was not by chance that my mother was taken by the Mediterranean.
Mediterranean let the team below find women with stories.
Mom is.
Secondly, I repeat it once. Later, I learned from my biological father and the Mediterranean that another side of my mother, that is, the story of my mother's past.
Keyword 1: Photo
There is a nude photo of my mother when she was 16 years old in my mobile phone. It was a photo of me who sent me nude photos from Mediterranean.
She squatted on an ordinary red plastic chair without a backrest, spreading her legs left and right, and spreading her tender pussy with her snow-white and delicate hands in front of the camera.
There are three in this posture, one with his head down, one with his expressionless face looking at the camera, and the other with his same expression turned his head to look aside.
The pussy is wet, which means that someone is wet before it is pierced.
Her face was a little red, and she said she had some reaction.
But judging from her mother's expression, she was reluctant, but she was not completely forced. She could only say that she was taken with half-spokenness.
According to the Mediterranean, the mother was still a virgin at this time.
This photo is the beginning of everything.
Keyword 2: Mix
That photo was taken by my mother's first love partner, a junior high school classmate.
My mother was in the third year of junior high school when she took that photo.
My mother's first love saw her mother's naked body, touched her pussy, took nude photos and broke her pussy, but in the end she did not possess her mother's body.
After entering high school, my mother and her first love broke up. They were not in the same school. Those photos were shown off by their mother's first love boyfriend after drinking, but ended up falling into the hands of her mother's classmate in high school, a little leader of a campus gangster.
But what makes me feel disgusted is that my mother was not threatened, but she was chased by the rubbish.
I can't understand how beautiful women are stained with golden retrievers.
Live flowers are placed on cow dung.
The gangster was a very doggy person, and his mother's virgin was lost in the gangster's rental house.
Not long after chasing my mother, the gangster and his two friends drank and played cards in the rental house, and then purposefully brought their mother to drink, but their mother lost her virginity after drinking.
Moreover, she was taken off her clothes and held them in front of others bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, and then took away the virgin on the rotten bed...
This is actually a gang rape.
The gangster actually asked his two friends to fuck his mother in turn.
Mother who was just broken.
I can't believe and accept something like this.
But the Mediterranean sent people to find those people from that year, and they took photos and videos at that time.
It was originally a toad that ate swan meat. They ate beauties like their mother. They were reluctant to delete those photos and videos. Fucking the matter because of the developed cloud service, these photos and videos were kept and then all of them were taken by the Mediterranean, so the evidence was conclusive.
I felt uncomfortable. I didn't want to watch those videos, but my 17-year-old mother attracted me to watch them again. I only finished watching the videos several times in a row.
The scene is actually the same as when I watched the rape of my mother in the Mediterranean. It is both uncomfortable, but also...
The drunk mother started talking nonsense, but was held in her arms by the garbage, molesting her breasts and pussy, while the other two beasts also took off their pants and looked at them with their cocks on their backs.
When the garbage and ugly little cock were inserted into my mother's pussy and my mother screamed in pain, I turned off the video.
When I recovered, I opened it again and found that the other two beasts had taken their mother's turn.
My mother, Ah, who was once pure in my eyes...
Fortunately, although those three garbage were not wearing condoms and were all cumshots, their mother was not pregnant.
I said that my mother's personality is a bit cowardly.
My mother had a broken drink, and didn't know she was being turned on, so she had a big fight with the garbage. That's all, and after reconciliation, the mother who was broken had sex normally from once a week to three or four times a week before the breakup.
Later, the garbage got my mother drunk again and let my friend fuck her mother again, and they finally broke up.
When my mother was in her senior year, she fell in love with my biological father.
The first time my biological father and mother broke up was:
When her mother was in love with her biological father, she was still asked by the gangster to go to KTV, then drugged, fucked by the gangster again, and recorded a video.
The gangster sent this video to his biological father, and then his biological father broke up with his mother.
Keyword 3: false image
To add, all this is used by Mediterranean. From my mother's mouth, he combined it with people to find the person involved in the year to ask, and combined it to sort out what I told me.
Mediterranean told me that this experience had a great impact on my mother. During the entire college period, my mother did not fall in love under the passionate pursuit of a large number of suitors, but focused on her studies.
After graduation, the mother reunited with her biological father and then got married.
Half a year after marriage, my mother divorced her biological father when she became pregnant.
When her mother was two months pregnant, she fell in love with a foreman who was doing construction projects.
But that was a liar.
The foreman lied to his mother that he was single, and did not mind that his mother was pregnant and was willing to marry her.
In fact, the real purpose of the foreman is a typical scam. He is married and has children. He is not a local. He just came to do engineering projects and happened to deceive her by chance. He just wanted to find a partner to vent his desire.
My mother was pregnant with me and was fucked for three months without getting much money. She left the foreman project and disappeared.
Then, the second month after this incident, my mother got married and married a college classmate, who is the stepfather.
Before the stepfather passed away, my mother was a housewife. After the stepfather passed away, my mother entered a Mediterranean business. Then the Mediterranean team routinely investigated the beauty's background and then reported it to the Mediterranean. In a large number of reports, the Mediterranean Sea saw the mother's report and became interested, and then something happened later.
Interestingly, the Mediterranean told me that his favorite mom was:
1. Mom’s past experiences;
Second, although my mother has such an unbearable past, after research, his team below said that her mother is not a promiscuous or aquatic woman. On the contrary, they think that her mother is quite simple to some extent;
3. After marrying her stepfather, her mother seemed to have gotten rid of the past and gained rebirth.
But why are keywords illusions?
The Mediterranean lied to me.
In the experiences that the Mediterranean reposted to my mother, an important person was completely removed by the Mediterranean.
A person I know exists, but my mother never mentioned it in front of me.
Whether mothers fall in love with gangsters or with biological fathers, this person is influencing and controlling mothers.
The so-called small reward in the Mediterranean this time is the truth about the mother's story.
When the photos and videos of mothers being trained and violated, which I had never seen before, were sent over by the Mediterranean, I realized who was the person who was picked out by the Mediterranean from her mother’s story:
My uncle is my mother's younger brother.
Zhang Shuqing.
I was shocked again.
Rest incest by siblings???
My mother's story is so messy?
I didn't expect that retribution came so quickly, and I realized Fang Jinqi's mood in a blink of an eye.
And when my head buzzed, I was also enlightened, and suddenly... I couldn't understand why for a moment, and then I figured out something.
I won't say anything for now.
My uncle also has nude photos of his mother, that is, his sister.
Also threatened by holding photos and videos, mothers can call the police to the gangster and die together;
But for her younger brother, she gradually, from being kissed, looking at her underwear, touching her chest, touching her private parts...
In the end, after breaking up with the gangster and her friend, her mother gave up and finally got her into bed by her younger brother. The siblings were incest and fucked.
Next, the Mediterranean didn't say much, he asked me to watch the photos and videos by myself.
And I saw it.
First, we draw a conclusion:
Around the same age, my uncle is obviously better than my nephew who relies on a think tank. He seems to be born good at manipulating women.
My mother was so tightly controlled by this younger brother.
The Mediterranean lied to me. During my college years, my mother was not unwilling to fall in love at all, but she and her uncle who deliberately dropped out of school to work in the local area. She maintained an incest relationship. She was controlled by her uncle and lived together. She was used as a toy for leniency until her uncle committed an accident and went to jail.
So, I finally understood why my mother could play with her stepfather so well and took so many erotic photos...
And the Mediterranean reward for me at this critical moment is not a fucking reward at all!
He told me:
My uncle is going to be released from prison.
This is a person who shouldn't exist in my world.
Before I was born, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. Theories would not be released anymore. Even if they were released, they should have waited until they were seventy-seventy-eighty.
Who is interfering with it?
Do you still need to ask?
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