Fear and fear always surround the young Zhao Yang, so that he deceived himself and selectively forgot that memory. At the same time, even the frequent legs that he clamped slowly disappeared from in life
Everything seems to be normal. Only Zhao Yang himself knows that every time he is in a room where no one is, he will become more severe. He uses his soft fingertips, sometimes gentle, sometimes roughly until he gets numb and swollen. The tender flesh in the vagina is unbearable and itchy and wriggling. He will only use his fingers to scratch the pink labia at the mouth of the vagina. The two small labia are red and swollen by his fingernails. The holes are opened and closed, wanting to suck the fingers in, and even the wall flesh inside wants to be stirred to dispel the layers of itch. Even if the body is lewd and tempting Zhao Yang, he never inserted his fingers into the vagina. When Zhao Yang is weak, there will always be a blurred figure flashing.
As he grows older, Zhao Yang, who is still looking forward to it, understands his own uniqueness, and becomes silent and inferior. Sometimes he will also think of his parents. It is already the greatest kindness to him that he has not abandoned him, but he is still a baby. So he understands his parents' attitude towards him, and he even comforts himself that he should resent himself. Even his parents, who have always been indifferent, hates himself, hates his own body that is neither male nor female, like a monster, but not everyone who knows his body will treat himself indifferently. There is also a person who treats himself as a treasure from beginning to end, comforts him when he is uncomfortable, accompany him when he is happy, and shows a gentle smile to him, making up for the gap in his heart. In his dark childhood, it is like a ray of sunshine, which makes him feel the precious warmth.
Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Yang took his eyes away with guilt. From when, when he started, when he was squinted with a pussy full of vaginal fluid, his figure always appeared in his mind. His own fantasy had been that this person used his slender fingers to gently play with his small clitoris until it was swollen and exposed. As long as he lowered his head, he could see it.
His fingers left his numb clitoris and came to his wet legs. Looking at his pussy water that was overflowing with vaginal fluid and still left. As long as he thought of this, Zhao Yang felt that juice was slid out of his vagina in the extra part of his body. The slight itch made Zhao Yang unable to help but move his body a few times, and then he heard Zhao Feng's care-related voice sound Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?
It's just like on weekdays, with a simple concern. In this situation, Zhao Yang felt his body suddenly spit out a stream of vaginal fluid. The sticky juice made his underwear wet. The sensitive clitoris was poked out from the flesh that protected it, and was sharpened by the rough underwear.
Zhao Yang blushed and didn't even dare to raise his head. He was afraid of being the person in front of him. Seeing the ugly expression on his face, he replied softly. Brother... I just suddenly had a stomachache. I... went back to the room first. After saying that, regardless of Zhao Feng's reaction, he stood up with the table. What else Zhao Feng said, but he didn't hear anything, and returned to his room as if he ran away.
In this dark and narrow room, Zhao Yang, who was masturbating on the bed, spitting on himself, but fantasizing that Zhao Feng could push open his door at this time, see his lewd self, pounce on his body, and be able to play with him wantonly. Zhao Yang's voice remained in his ears, and even the heat from his speech seemed to have penetrated into his ears. Itch spread from his earlobes to his ears, and spreading little by little in his heart.
Zhao Yang looked at the liquid that was fused together in his hands. He put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. His pink tongue poked out from his mouth and licked the flesh of his lips hard. Tears were without warning. He had a humble tone. Brother... Xiaoyang... Brother... Brother
However, Zhao Feng, who was standing outside the door watching the entire journey, did not disturb Zhao Yang, and turned around and left quietly.
Zhao Yang has been thinking of running away from home recently. He is greedy and reluctant to let go of Zhao Feng. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Zhao Yang feels that his brother Zhao Feng spends most of his time with him, and he has become more physically in contact with him. From the beginning, he patted his shoulders to a more intimate hug.
Zhao Yang is in conflict with everything now, and his reason is constantly warning him that he should avoid those contacts that make people nostalgic for hope, but in his heart he hopes that Zhao Feng can only look at himself, think of himself in his heart, and even so luxurious that Zhao Feng can only touch himself, use his hands that are bigger than him to touch his hair and earlobe. If possible, he will send his fragile neck to his brother's hand and let him caress his sensitive Adam's apple. This expectation can only be deeply pressed by Zhao Yang in his heart, although they will invade their minds from time to time, want to control them, and let Zhao Yang say those words that are destroyed by humanity.
Night is the time Zhao Yang is most looking forward to. He moved out of his dark room and slept in Zhao Feng's room. He and the person he liked were lying on the bed together and talking about what happened every day. The nasal cavity was full of the smell of his brother. Before the night sound was quiet, Zhao Yang's body was extremely excited. He looked at Zhao Feng who was sleeping and gently rubbed his swollen cock. He did not dare to play with his slutty pussy. He was afraid that he would scream comfortably and could not help but say lewd words. So during the time he slept with his brother, whenever he was tortured by desire, Zhao Yang did not dare to do it. He could only endure it.
Once dominated by desire, Zhao Yang put his hand between his legs and comforted his body slightly. Perhaps his movements were a little bigger. Zhao Feng, who was sleeping, woke up. He heard Zhao Feng calling him softly. Zhao Yang even breathed carefully. He did not dare to answer Zhao Feng, so he could only pretend to be asleep quietly. Surprise came to him without preparation. He was held in his arms by his brother, and even the sound of his heartbeat could be heard clearly.You could even hear the sound of blood flowing. Zhao Feng hugged his hand and did not place it on his stomach. The hands fumbled for a while, but finally placed it on his lower abdomen. The already hard cock was covered by the warm palm and ejaculated tremblingly. Even the pussy below squirmed quickly for a few times. Zhao Yang reached orgasm, and he realized that the thing on his body could bring happiness to himself.
He learned a new way of playing. Just like now, he would look at Zhao Feng's sleeping face, let the breath he exhaled like this, invade himself, stroke his cock, his hands would touch his clitoris from time to time, and a numb feeling surged all over his body. Zhao Yang ignored the need for a pussy, and he did not dare to turn the labia that was opened and closed, and he focused on playing with this small cock, until it spit out white semen, he still couldn't feel satisfied, and smeared the liquid in his hand on his cock. Brother... Brother... Xiaoyang really wants brother very much.
He looked at Zhao Feng who knew nothing in front of him, closed his eyes with some grief until his breathing was stable, and the person sleeping beside him opened his eyes
Everything seems to be normal. Only Zhao Yang himself knows that every time he is in a room where no one is, he will become more severe. He uses his soft fingertips, sometimes gentle, sometimes roughly until he gets numb and swollen. The tender flesh in the vagina is unbearable and itchy and wriggling. He will only use his fingers to scratch the pink labia at the mouth of the vagina. The two small labia are red and swollen by his fingernails. The holes are opened and closed, wanting to suck the fingers in, and even the wall flesh inside wants to be stirred to dispel the layers of itch. Even if the body is lewd and tempting Zhao Yang, he never inserted his fingers into the vagina. When Zhao Yang is weak, there will always be a blurred figure flashing.
As he grows older, Zhao Yang, who is still looking forward to it, understands his own uniqueness, and becomes silent and inferior. Sometimes he will also think of his parents. It is already the greatest kindness to him that he has not abandoned him, but he is still a baby. So he understands his parents' attitude towards him, and he even comforts himself that he should resent himself. Even his parents, who have always been indifferent, hates himself, hates his own body that is neither male nor female, like a monster, but not everyone who knows his body will treat himself indifferently. There is also a person who treats himself as a treasure from beginning to end, comforts him when he is uncomfortable, accompany him when he is happy, and shows a gentle smile to him, making up for the gap in his heart. In his dark childhood, it is like a ray of sunshine, which makes him feel the precious warmth.
Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Yang took his eyes away with guilt. From when, when he started, when he was squinted with a pussy full of vaginal fluid, his figure always appeared in his mind. His own fantasy had been that this person used his slender fingers to gently play with his small clitoris until it was swollen and exposed. As long as he lowered his head, he could see it.
His fingers left his numb clitoris and came to his wet legs. Looking at his pussy water that was overflowing with vaginal fluid and still left. As long as he thought of this, Zhao Yang felt that juice was slid out of his vagina in the extra part of his body. The slight itch made Zhao Yang unable to help but move his body a few times, and then he heard Zhao Feng's care-related voice sound Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?
It's just like on weekdays, with a simple concern. In this situation, Zhao Yang felt his body suddenly spit out a stream of vaginal fluid. The sticky juice made his underwear wet. The sensitive clitoris was poked out from the flesh that protected it, and was sharpened by the rough underwear.
Zhao Yang blushed and didn't even dare to raise his head. He was afraid of being the person in front of him. Seeing the ugly expression on his face, he replied softly. Brother... I just suddenly had a stomachache. I... went back to the room first. After saying that, regardless of Zhao Feng's reaction, he stood up with the table. What else Zhao Feng said, but he didn't hear anything, and returned to his room as if he ran away.
In this dark and narrow room, Zhao Yang, who was masturbating on the bed, spitting on himself, but fantasizing that Zhao Feng could push open his door at this time, see his lewd self, pounce on his body, and be able to play with him wantonly. Zhao Yang's voice remained in his ears, and even the heat from his speech seemed to have penetrated into his ears. Itch spread from his earlobes to his ears, and spreading little by little in his heart.
Zhao Yang looked at the liquid that was fused together in his hands. He put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. His pink tongue poked out from his mouth and licked the flesh of his lips hard. Tears were without warning. He had a humble tone. Brother... Xiaoyang... Brother... Brother
However, Zhao Feng, who was standing outside the door watching the entire journey, did not disturb Zhao Yang, and turned around and left quietly.
Zhao Yang has been thinking of running away from home recently. He is greedy and reluctant to let go of Zhao Feng. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Zhao Yang feels that his brother Zhao Feng spends most of his time with him, and he has become more physically in contact with him. From the beginning, he patted his shoulders to a more intimate hug.
Zhao Yang is in conflict with everything now, and his reason is constantly warning him that he should avoid those contacts that make people nostalgic for hope, but in his heart he hopes that Zhao Feng can only look at himself, think of himself in his heart, and even so luxurious that Zhao Feng can only touch himself, use his hands that are bigger than him to touch his hair and earlobe. If possible, he will send his fragile neck to his brother's hand and let him caress his sensitive Adam's apple. This expectation can only be deeply pressed by Zhao Yang in his heart, although they will invade their minds from time to time, want to control them, and let Zhao Yang say those words that are destroyed by humanity.
Night is the time Zhao Yang is most looking forward to. He moved out of his dark room and slept in Zhao Feng's room. He and the person he liked were lying on the bed together and talking about what happened every day. The nasal cavity was full of the smell of his brother. Before the night sound was quiet, Zhao Yang's body was extremely excited. He looked at Zhao Feng who was sleeping and gently rubbed his swollen cock. He did not dare to play with his slutty pussy. He was afraid that he would scream comfortably and could not help but say lewd words. So during the time he slept with his brother, whenever he was tortured by desire, Zhao Yang did not dare to do it. He could only endure it.
Once dominated by desire, Zhao Yang put his hand between his legs and comforted his body slightly. Perhaps his movements were a little bigger. Zhao Feng, who was sleeping, woke up. He heard Zhao Feng calling him softly. Zhao Yang even breathed carefully. He did not dare to answer Zhao Feng, so he could only pretend to be asleep quietly. Surprise came to him without preparation. He was held in his arms by his brother, and even the sound of his heartbeat could be heard clearly.You could even hear the sound of blood flowing. Zhao Feng hugged his hand and did not place it on his stomach. The hands fumbled for a while, but finally placed it on his lower abdomen. The already hard cock was covered by the warm palm and ejaculated tremblingly. Even the pussy below squirmed quickly for a few times. Zhao Yang reached orgasm, and he realized that the thing on his body could bring happiness to himself.
He learned a new way of playing. Just like now, he would look at Zhao Feng's sleeping face, let the breath he exhaled like this, invade himself, stroke his cock, his hands would touch his clitoris from time to time, and a numb feeling surged all over his body. Zhao Yang ignored the need for a pussy, and he did not dare to turn the labia that was opened and closed, and he focused on playing with this small cock, until it spit out white semen, he still couldn't feel satisfied, and smeared the liquid in his hand on his cock. Brother... Brother... Xiaoyang really wants brother very much.
He looked at Zhao Feng who knew nothing in front of him, closed his eyes with some grief until his breathing was stable, and the person sleeping beside him opened his eyes
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