Chapter 9

Ah …… ▪ …… ches ah ……

In the movie, the heroine's crisp moans were still echoing in the living room, but for me and my mother, everything was settled.

The pleasant notes became noisy, and I picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

The living room immediately became quiet, and I heard my mother's heavy breathing sound.

She originally had her knees against the edge of the sofa to withstand my impact, but now she was completely kneeling on the floor. Her sweaty body was lying on the sofa, her back was undulating, and her lower body, between her snow-white buttocks, and her brown anus was panting as her body undulating, expanding, contracting, and squeezing out white semen.

So beautiful...

I sighed, and was a little overwhelmed.

He actually had anal sex with his mother so dramatically...

But is this considered anal sex?

I didn't get in a few times...

But I did ejaculate in my mother's anal tract...

My mind was messy for a moment.

I even inexplicably blamed Zhuang Jing. She made me accustomed to anal sex. I even have some obsession. The first thing I want to fuck every woman is not the pussy pussy, but the asshole.

The more taboo it is, the more exciting it is.

So, when my mother asked me to insert it into her asshole, I subconsciously inserted it.

But I shouldn't be so abrupt.

What would my mother think?

I looked at my mother, she was lying there, gasping for breath, and she had not yet come back to her senses, as if she was dying.

Her orgasm was so intense that she felt so good that her legs were weak.

My cock was first inserted into her anal canal, and my hands holding her waist felt the force of my body falling.She couldn't stand firm.

When I ejaculated, she loosened her hands and she fell down on her knees with her semen in her asshole.

Just now, her long throat and tense body actually had an orgasm when my cock was pulling out of her pussy.

So, when my mother was orgasm, I inserted my cock into her unprepared anal canal.

But I think if my mother hadn't felt dizzy, she wouldn't have suggested that her son insert her asshole because she didn't take any contraceptive measures, right?

The nature of anal sex is completely different from sexual intercourse.

I thought of it again with disappointment:

Did she get used to it?

Thinking about this is not aimless, because I have fucked a woman's asshole too much.

I won’t compare Zhuang Jing’s, that’s a work of art.

I remember the extreme compactness of Zhuang Jing's best friend, Sandalwood asshole, which had just been used to deflower the anal fissure. However, the few instinctive thrusting just now made my mother's anal tract obviously softer. With the help of vaginal fluid, she easily accepted the insertion of foreign objects.

Um……

At this time, my mother hummed, and climbed up from the ground with her hands on the sofa, turned around and sat on the sofa, towards me, regardless of the semen flowing in her asshole, which stained the sofa.

There was also a strange flush on her face, like she was drunk.

I was about to say something, but my mother stroked the sea in the mess on her forehead. She suddenly held my waist with both hands, buried her head under my crotch, and put her soft cock in her mouth...

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Sucking force.

What?

I was stunned again.

My mother let go again, and her soft tongue began to spin around her cock. After licking it for a round, she completely put it in her mouth. Her fair face sunken, giving her a pathological sense of collapse.

She sucked, her throat surging, swallowing the mixed liquid of vaginal fluid, semen and saliva.

I feel like my dick is going to get hard again!

This is a cock that just pulled out of her anal canal Ah!

I stroked my mother's hair bun and enjoyed the oral service of my mother shaking her big breasts.

She seemed to be unhappy and wanted to suck the thing that had just abused her vagina and anus again and get fucked again.

But after my mother's head swung a few more times, her body suddenly froze and sucking stopped.

Then she let go of her mouth, vomited, covered her mouth with one hand, pushed my breasts away and rushed towards the bathroom.

The sound of my mother retching quickly came from the bathroom.

I realized that my mother did not do oral for me subjectively.

It should be that the Mediterranean trained the conditioned reflex and habitually used his mouth to clean his dick afterwards...

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undoubtedly,

My mother and I have become hypocritical.

Especially mother.

My mother is plump and has weight. When she comes out of the bathroom naked, the flesh on her body trembles as much as she should.

Yes, it came out naked.

After she slapped, she went straight into the bathroom, without clothes or bath towel. Now she has had a pussy fucking, and her asshole has been inserted. Can she be afraid of being naked?

I don't know anyone else, but I think the beating of those big-breasted women when they walk naked is particularly charming.

Her barefoot stomped on the wooden floor, and her whole body was wet, as if she was squirting in her entire body during orgasm.

But she hummed a song in her mouth, humming very lightly.

Teresa Teng's song.

Many people say that their mother is like Teresa Teng, a queen of songs more than 100 or 200 years ago.

Of course I couldn't help but search for relevant audio and video materials, and it was indeed very similar.

Relatively speaking, my mother's figure is even more thrilling, plump and proud, but in terms of temperament, I can only say that even if I am obsessed with my mother, I have to say that the queen of the song is unparalleled.

Mother loves the house and the mist.

Then, I was already wearing shorts and T-shirt and sitting on the sofa reading a book, and saw such naked mother walking out of the living room and going to the balcony.

On the other side of the balcony, there were thousands of households and thousands of households, and my mother was exposed with her breasts and her breasts, naked buttocks and holes. She took a bath towel and wiped her hair and body directly on the balcony. She spread her legs and wiped her lower body like a horse. She stuffed the bath towel into the washing machine before walking back to the living room and into the room.

In this regard, I invented a word:

Mediterranean sequelae.

My mother came out soon and she just put on a pajamas when she went in.

The pajamas in her closet had been changed by the Mediterranean, and they were not serious pajamas.

Now this set is close to the flesh color khaki, light gauze, lace pattern hollow, translucent, and can clearly see the lush nipples and pubic hair.

It's more lewd than not wearing it.

If you don’t wear it, you can see it casually. If you don’t wear it, it’s not too much.

After wearing it, it is vaguely, seducing the eyes, and it is lewd.

Have your mother considered it before wearing it?

There must be some at the beginning.

But now, she has no choice but to choose the aftereffects of the Mediterranean, and finally chooses to be numb.

Those pajamas are the most advanced fabrics, which are amazingly comfortable and subtly eliminate the mother's resistance.

This is our hypocrisy.

Mother continued to humming the song.

It was obvious that both sides seemed to gradually begin to notice their own changes, the other party's changes.

But they are carefully maintaining the image of the past that is not much left.

Mothers have to be virtuous mothers, but often the behavior is manifested as mistresses.

A magical life.

We all lost our memory in an instant. That damn tacit understanding. I was reading a book. She just blushed slightly to clear the traces left by the debauchery just now...

My mother had been seeing a psychologist, but the treatment kept her humiliated, but instead tortured her in this licentious drama.

The behavior is inertia and lustful, but the thought is innocent and subjected to whipping.

Many traces could be wiped off, but the piece of semen contaminated from her asshole on the fabric sofa was penetrated into the cloth and could not be wiped off.

Made my mother blushing.

I had a hunch that the sofa was about to be replaced.

Don't you go take a shower?

My mother could even say something disgusting to me.

Feeling subtext, this sentence needs to be added before:

You just finished fucking me...

******

The next day, I didn't go back to school.

There is something that has someone, and it will be faced after all.

Zhang Yi.

After I knew she was pregnant, I should have seen her immediately, but I didn't expect that when I learned the news, I was in a straitor, which made me not know how to face her for a while.

So, these days are a buffer.

I recently felt that I have grown up at a geometric level. Even though Zhuang Jing taught me a lesson, I feel like an adult compared to other junior high school students.

I am precocious.

In families with bad parent-child relationships, children are more precocious.

Because the environment tells you that there is smoke, turmoil, and fragmentation here. It is not a harbor. Everything depends on your own observation, avoidance, and struggle for it yourself.

Even the so-called love that should be given free of charge.

In those days, my mother warmed me and protected me, but she was not a Virgin, and she was not even a loving mother. She would have times when she could not withstand the pressure of life and inadvertently poured her anger on me.

But I understand.

Just like I understand Zhang Yi now.

She must be in a very bad mood and feels very uncomfortable inside.

I want to comfort her.

Yes, a junior high school student seems to be trying to appease a middle-aged woman who has experienced storms.

As soon as I pressed my finger, the fingerprint lock opened and the door opened automatically. Then I saw her in the hall, mopping the floor.

The mop fell to the floor.

She looked at me, I looked at her.

It was a couple, and they were immediately filled with hatred, anger, and painful and helpless eyes.

Such eyes pierced and penetrated me instantly.

My blood splattered all over the floor.

I was a little stunned.

I thought that with her personality, all this was already indifferent.

When she went over to state those bad things to me, her calm attitude also made me think that she should completely surrender to this damn fate.

After all, she was so accepting, obedient, and even devoted to this sex slave identity.

But this woman who is obedient to me and will take the initiative to please me, she actually burst into such a strong emotion when she saw me.

I realized:

She is also a living person.

Well……

I smacked my lips.I actually thought about the opening remarks early in the morning:

sorry.

Let me apologize first.

It’s not what I thought. If you spread out into the Mediterranean, you should accept your fate, right?

But when I looked at her, I couldn't even say those three words.

Like a thorn in the throat.

I even felt angry.

Why are you looking at me like this?

I'm just a junior high school student!

I am ordered to act!

Not my idea...

Actually, I feel guilty.

I subconsciously defended myself.

But then I felt a little embarrassed:

She is my sex slave!

Slaves who can be ordered at will!

Fuck you!

Why should I take care of her feelings?

Who took care of me?

But if you want to hate me, hate me.

I added a sentence.

But this sentence failed to make me stand up, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

But the words have been expressed, what can I do?

Who cares.

So I waited for her to scold me.

I began to think about how I should refute it, and I didn’t even need to refute it. I went up and slapped her in the face, then asked her to take off her clothes, forcibly order her, and threatened her!

No matter what she is thinking, just fuck her!

******

But she left.

******

She turned her head and left, hiding back to the room.

I, who left behind my complex emotions, floated in the empty living room like a lonely soul, with nowhere to rest.

In the past, this living room always made me feel warm.

I can lie on the sofa, read books, TV and phone at will.

While doing her own housework, Zhang Yi would chat with me. She would occasionally come over, kiss me, act coquettishly, seduce me like a slut, laugh and scold me.

As long as you need it, two warm bodies can roll together at any time, from the living room to the bedroom, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, kitchen, and even the terrace...

But it's so cold here now.

The paintings on the wall are cold, the TV is cold, and the fabric sofa is cold.

Even the steaming kettle is cold.

I kicked the coffee table hard!

The coffee table moved one seat, and the legs of the coffee table scratched the tiled floor and made a harsh sound.

fuck your mother!

Who are you?!

You're just a bitch!!!

A bitch who can fuck her ass anytime, anywhere!!!

I roared in my heart.

The original appearance is revealed.

The so-called empathy is gone.

It has long been corrupted by power.

I walked towards her bedroom angrily.

I want to tell her a fact!

one……

……

The door is not closed.

She sat on a rattan chair on the balcony of the bedroom.

Looking outside the balcony.

It was a solid wall to prevent the mud from pouring over, with sparse weeds growing in cracks and granite covered with moss.

I walked towards her.

I saw her side face.

I don't know what she was looking at, but the empty eyes shouldn't be looking at anything.

A face that lost its soul.

She is in nothingness, and she is also looking at nothingness.

I seemed to see myself.

I was frozen by the expression that the cosmic starlight would never flash again.

I could only sit down on the edge of the bed.

I looked at Zhang Yi quietly, and my anger had already calmed down.

In the past, Zhang Yi made me feel motherly.

But now she is that child.

Have you...never thought about it?

This sentence contains concerns beyond my expectations.

But the temperature makes me feel uncomfortable.

Am I a little more mature?

But I didn't ask myself that at that time, my heart was on Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi ignored me.

She was falling, and she should have only had her fingers hooked on the edge of the cliff, hanging and shaking. When she saw me, she fell down and kept falling, and her eyes became redder.

Then she cried

I cried so hard that I thought it was as hard as steel, but in fact it was as crisp as crystal.

In cracks.

She thought about it.

It just doesn't mean she can accept it calmly.

I was arrogant and thought that I could be the same and put myself in my heart.

What is this?

I'm a bad guy already!

I'm already determined to be a beast.

I did the same thing as a beast during this period.

I did a pleasant job, very devoted and satisfied.

Then what am I doing now?

******

Zhang Yi hugged me and fell asleep.

A woman in her forties, like a little girl, fell asleep while crying with a junior high school student in her arms.

She didn't say anything just now, just cried, and fell asleep while crying.

It turns out that she is not able to digest life, but she is too capable of pretending and hiding, so she acts as if nothing is done.

Now I can't hold on, and it broke out, a tsunami, a rush of waves, an earthquake, and a house collapsed.

I suddenly understood that she didn't hate me...

But

Her emotions can only be vented on me.

Only I can carry it.

Her breasts were squeezing on my chest, revealing large pieces of breast meat.

I saw the white bra.

Since she was given to me by the Mediterranean, she never wore underwear at home. I always saw her swaying her breasts.

She also took the initiative to ask me:

Is it sexy or not?Waves or not?

She licked my earlobe, grabbed my hand and touched her breasts, and said:

You can do as lewd as you want me...

My little husband.

******

I suddenly remembered my mother.

Some people are really weird.

I'm talking about me.

I feel sad for Zhang Yi, but my mother’s experience is more embarrassing than Zhang Yi, but I just want to get more from my mother...

Now the strangeness in my mother is getting stronger and stronger.

I'm getting more and more accustomed to it.

******

Yi.

I called her name, and it was like calling her aunt or oh.

She didn't say anything.

I took off her clothes and slowly peeled them off from her.

During this period, she reacted but did not wake up.

Until I took her off completely, spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy, attacking her sensitive points.

She opened her eyes only after the pussy began to leak water.

What are you doing...

She didn't struggle, nor did she push me away.

I didn't say anything and stabbed directly.

Extremely smooth.

Women who have played in the Mediterranean seem to have undergone some surgery. Not only Zhuang Jing’s always compact anal tract, these women’s vaginas will be soft, but even if they can be fisted, they will never be loose...

So, my dick was wrapped in Zhang Yi's flesh wall and it was very comfortable.

This cock has also undergone surgery.Although I insist on exercising, I can’t practice my cock even if I exercise. I don’t remember or know what it is to implant my muscles or something.

Otherwise, how could a junior high school student have a savage tool to abuse women?

Zhang Yi was hit by me, looked at me, and turned her head back.

I leaned down and took her nipples, licked and sucked.

Zhang Yi’s sensitivity.

Her body immediately trembled slightly and she couldn't help but scream.

He bit his lower lip tightly again.

I don't care.

Slut!

I easily made Zhang Yi's nipples swell and stood up, with clear lumps of flesh on them.

I held the pair of breasts with both hands, clamped my nipples with my thumb and index finger, and then my cock began to slowly thrust into her pussy.

I saw that her lower lip was about to get bleeding and then lowered my head to kiss her.

She was naturally hiding, but I grabbed her head rudely and kissed her forcefully. Then I answered her and said in her ear:

I just want to fuck you.

She didn't say anything.

I don't care if you want to fuck me.

But I thought to myself:

Your nipples are tilted up.

My pussy is so wet, and I'm fucking it.

Can you still resist?

A woman who is as old as a wolf or a tiger, can be sexy at any time.

Also because I am a woman who is often half-hungry and is often in a semi-hungry state.

Soon, Zhang Yi's mouth was fucked and she made a muffled groan of um.

Falled?

It's my turn to take revenge on you:

I'm fucking you?

Is it fun to have a slut?

It's so fucking slutty, I'll just fuck it for a few times.

In the past, Zhang Yi could easily answer in a moan:

It's so good that Xiao Jing is so happy to be fucked by Yiyi.

You see other aunts pretending to be young and feel disgusting.

But the mature and beautiful aunt is charming to you.

Now, she definitely won't respond, let alone cooperate.

But I kept fucking and kept asking.

Finally, she was fucked not only humming, but also started to speak when she couldn't control her vocal cords and made obvious sounds:

accurate.

Just be willing to answer.

I started to slow down my fucking speed.

I know these women who have been handled by the Mediterranean so well!

I have three on hand!Their genitals have long been dominated by sex, and at this time, their souls will be driven by sex.

I slowed down and tortured Zhang Yi.

Not long after, Zhang Yi's sweaty body began to twist, wanting to take the initiative to cater to the pleasure.

Do you want me to fuck you?

I continued to question her.

……

She didn't say anything.

But for a while...

think……

Why?

Some tricks will never go out of date.

Especially when some women's realistic life will itch and they will crave their penis to be inserted.

Otherwise, why are so many cheating women?

They usually have itchy hearts and vaginas, and sometimes itchy. Lao Wang next door is a middle-aged ugly man who is not good-looking and can also wet them. He is easily placed on the bed, and his mouth and vagina are fed to the chicken. The time is right, and the anus that his husband doesn't touch is also presented.

My husband usually treats her as a goddess and takes care of her, but he doesn’t know that she is inferior and needs others to abuse her!

I pulled out my dick and rubbed it at Zhang Yi's vagina.

She looked uncomfortable, and the bottle of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on her face was smashed, not knowing what it felt.

She was not a woman with a firm will and quickly surrendered:

The pussy is itchy.

But after she finished speaking, she cried.

Tears were thundering.

But there is no sound.

She suddenly hugged me tightly, hugged me tightly, holding me tightly, her plump breasts pressing against my chest.

The two hands that were holding my body, the nails stabbed into my back like a knife. It seemed like I was going to tear my flesh and remove my bones.

Her legs crossed over my waist as well.

Those pairs are not slender and not strong, they are the legs of ordinary women, crossing my waist.

Let my cock penetrate deeper into her vagina.

She started scolding me:

I hate you!

I hate you Ah!

I hate you so much!

Why do you want this?!

you tell me!

What are you doing!Ah?

With a crying voice.

Crying with a whisper.

Echoing pain.

She asked me, but

How the hell do I know!?

I just want to fuck.

I just wanted to smash her pussy.

******

People are really complicated.

I can't figure it out.

Why do we feel so uncomfortable?

Didn’t it be clear that I had agreed to accept all this?

Why do you have to fight against life and make yourself beat your head bloody?

Not willing to give up?

I've asked myself a long time ago, on countless nights.

Not willing to give up?

But what can you really give?

But

Is there anything else you can give?

We don't have Ah.

******

Zhang Yi and I were raped by society.

The difference is that I am a victim and a perpetrator.

Zhang Yi lay on the bed, hanging and swaying her breasts, and raising her big white ass.

Of course, this butt cannot be compared with Zhuang Jing, nor is it as good as that of his mother.

But I touched her back and slapped her butt eggs with goose bumps, which were neither smooth nor elastic, nor enough.

It is extremely plump.

This is the snow-white big ass of a mature woman!

Bright and hot.

It reflects lustful light and exudes a scent.

The lumps above are full of stars, and there are breathable suns and moist moons in the ravines.

I have an angry dragon, and it goes straight to the sky!

Mash the sun and the moon!

I pressed on me again.

Touching her breasts.

Is this Jupiter?

Don't care...

I touched it enough, touched it from both ribs, and held her waist.

The wet cock was inserted into the wet pussy.

I shook my waist and she swayed.

I started to stop saying a word, but she began to scream loudly, starting to shout, fuck me, fuck me to death, fuck me to death…

Those old words.

You can't usually shout out flowers?

Since you can't resist, it's better to enjoy it.

******

Afterwards, Zhang Yi took out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere and smoked one.

Smoke afterwards?

I don’t smoke and don’t want to try it, so I don’t quite understand what it feels like. Is it really a fairy?

But in Chinese mythology, being a god is not a wonderful thing.

She sucked two puffs and pinched it off on the bedside table.

The quilt was lifted off the bed, and barefoot stepped on the wooden floor of the bedroom and entered the bathroom in the bedroom.

There was a sneering sound of urinating.

After she came out, she wiped her lower body with a towel in her hand, wiped it a few times and threw it onto the floor on one side.

She climbed onto the bed again.

Without a quilt, he was naked, bent one leg, picked up the bent cigarette at the head of the bed, straightened the cigarette pipe and lit it again.

Swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

She suddenly touched her stomach.

There was no obvious bulge in the belly.

She said:

The child takes my last name.

I replied:

oh.

Where is Shishi...

Shishi is her daughter.

There is a photo of her at the head of the bed, with single braids and round-framed eyes, and she is a sunny and beautiful girl.

Um.

I answered.

But she stopped talking.

Just smoking.

She found that I was looking at the photo at the head of the bed and covered the photo on the table.

In the end, she said nothing.

I didn't ask anything either.

After a while, she got into bed and wanted to sleep.

But the eyes are open.

I picked up my phone.

Several missed calls.

My mother's, Zhuang Jing, and Teacher Yao's.

None of me wants to call back.

After throwing my phone down, I also retracted into the bed.

I was playing with Zhang Yi's breasts and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

******

It was already evening when I woke up.

Zhang Yi was doing housework naked, the unfinished floor.

I'm back.

I put on my shoes, said hello and left.

She nodded.

After I went out, I opened the mobile phone monitoring software and selected the tag Yiyi.

She threw away the mop and sat on the sofa in a daze.

I didn't move on the stairs.

Then, it took a long time, for more than ten minutes before she got up, went back to the room and opened the wardrobe, took out a dress and put it on.

But after putting on, she stood in front of the wardrobe with the open door, staring blankly again. After a while, she took off her clothes again.

She walked back to the living room, picked up the mop, and continued to mop the floor with her breasts naked.

I looked at it for a while and was about to leave when suddenly Zhang Yi threw the mop over there.

Just a fall.

She suddenly stepped on the coffee table in front of the sofa and squatted down on the sofa.

laugh

Spray urine.

Zhang Yi actually urinated on the coffee table.

Is she mentally ill?

I was a little worried and wanted to go back.

But after Zhang Yi finished peeing, she looked at the urine flowing and dripping on the coffee table glass. She was stunned for a while, then picked up the floor and started to drag her urine.

Finally, I took a towel and detergent to wipe the coffee table clean.

******

The night is not dark at all now.

Colorful.

I was a little angry.

I just want to step into the quiet night gently, but the night is in ruins and let me down.

After leaving the community, a woman wearing a white shirt, a huh-colored skirt and wearing high heels came towards her.

She walked too lightly.

Full of vitality.

I didn't want to hide, and when she was hiding from me, I reached out to push her aside.

Let me die aside.

She said, "I almost fell down."

What are you doing? Are you sick??

There were curses coming from behind.

I stopped and turned to walk towards her.

She was angrily scolding just now, and her face suddenly became panicked.

Am I scary?

I stood in front of her:

How much?

Ah？

I took out my cell phone, pressed it a few times, and shook the balance on the electronic banking to her.

Her expression suddenly became dazed.

I want to sleep with you, I will offer a price, how much does it cost to sleep for one night?

I asked her.

She opened her mouth and said nothing.

She is not a prostitute, she is gentle, but when she sees those numbers, she is actually moved?

I felt contempt for her.

He pushed her again.

How much does it cost?

What are you doing? I called the policeman Ah.

The voice was weak and there was no momentum at all.

She turned and ran away.

She looked back at me from time to time, fearing that I would suddenly chase after me.

I only heard it vaguely after walking away:

Fucking crazy.

******

Have you ever seen such a rich lunatic?

Oh, richer.

Mediterranean.

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I'm not spoiled.

The Mediterranean was so heartless that the Mediterranean was shattered.

I'm in a bad mood.

Otherwise, I will chase after the glasses and pester her.

I know, I can definitely fuck her.

I should have been so omnipotent.

The look she saw when she saw my phone was telling me that although she might be a lady, she needed money and was eager for money.

So, I think I just need to apologize first and find a suitable reason, such as telling her that I just broke up with my girlfriend and was in a bad mood, and it was not intentional just now.

Then he invited her to the beverage shop with a sincere look on his face, invited her to drink something, and apologized to her personally.

Then, I would like to make up for my offense and give me something to compensate.

Jewelry Ah, watch Ah, bags, etc.

Expensive, sincere enough.

Enough to temptation.

After taking her to select the prostitution funds, I can take her to find a quiet place to express my heart.

Then she can sleep with her.

It's probably a field battle, just in the woods by the river or something.

I even thought, after sleeping with her, fish her with money, and gradually change the line to a dog leash.

Turn her into a bitch.

To Ah...

While I was thinking so wonderfully, I turned deeper and chased towards the glasses woman.

What love, what love.

What fate?

Why are you struggling with so much?

Some people just need money. If you have money, she will not care about your height, fat and thinness, and will be a junior high school student!

No matter what pregnancy is!