Legend has it that it is this kind of purity that is like sprinkling lotus in the mud, which will make people feel a desire to protect even if they fight to the death.
While Susu hummed this sentence softly, Manman under me actually began to twist his waist vigorously.
Oh! Sister... Sister...
Why did you call me sister?
My mind, which had been very slow, stopped for a while, then suddenly realized something, which was why I almost couldn't resist the hellish attacks of these two sisters when I was sleeping with them that time.
Due to synesthesia, the excitement points of them overlap, making them more likely to orgasm than ordinary people when they are lost.
This principle is like two to two to four, three to nine, and three to nine, not simply adding up, because the pleasure of Susu rubbing the clitoris is added to Manman, just like two people serving her at the same time, and vice versa
Now Manman is suffering from the double attack between Susu and me. Not long after, the human-shaped tripod that had been supporting for almost half an hour suddenly spasmed. The pink buttocks that had originally swung with me had collapsed uncontrollably. While my steel gun was forced to withdraw from the stream, the hot tip of the gun felt a hotter and smoother.
And the moment my fingers pulled out, the milk that had already erupted out little by little poured out towards me like a fountain, making half of my body filled with white milk.
What a crazy night!
Golden Wind, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore...uh...
On the other end of the phone was Su Su's panting, and on this end of the phone, Manman had already collapsed on the bed as if he had lost control, and his little butt was still subconsciously greeting him.
Tsk, if you are tied up like this, your waist will break if you are tied up in a few minutes.
I didn't care about my little brother who had not eaten enough yet, so I hurriedly took out the spider knife and untie all the diamond-shaped patterns that bound Manman's body.
This climax is so thrilling...
While I turned Manman's body to the front, her chest and abdomen were still trembling uncontrollably.
When I saw my little face that was red, my faint eyebrows were almost twisted together, and even the whites of my eyes turned out!
Manman, are you okay?
I've never seen a woman become like this after she ejaculated. I was startled and quickly put away the receiver and held her shoulders and shook it.
After shaking a few times, Manman seemed to realize that he still existed in this dimension. He sighed as if he was about to exhale the turbid air. Every minute and every inch of his delicate body covered with pink marks fell down, and he collapsed into the quilt again.
I'll offer, I'll offer...
My guy is still firm
Just as I was worried about how to solve the problem, a series of vague words flowed out from Manman's mouth, lying on the sky
Because I didn't hear it clearly, I wiped the milk splashed on the quilt with a tissue on the table, and lowered my head and looked towards Manman while waving my head.
As I listened, I finally came to my senses. Manman kept muttering about the husband in Shanghai dialect.
My satisfaction is really hard to describe. Although I have not solved the problem yet...
This arrogant young lady in Shanghai who is not angry with me all day long actually calls me husband
She actually called me husband on his own initiative!
I took a long deep breath, held the steel gun standing in one hand, and the receiver wet by Manman and me in the other hand, and fell beside Manman with a thud
Susu Ah...
Clip the receiver into the base of my neck, and there was no sound of disconnected beeping on the phone
Jin... Jinfeng, what should I do? I can't walk and get off work, and I have to take the last subway bus...
Susu seems to be looking forward to my greetings. I can even outline the outline of an office desk in my mind. On the desk, there is a beautiful long-haired woman with red face lying limp next to the phone.
I am not in Shanghai and I have no clone skills. How can I hold the beauty back home?
Frowning, the other end of the phone suddenly seemed to smile, and then the beauty said lightly: OK, I know how to take care of myself. It's so late, you won't feel relieved if you don't take a taxi back, right? It's not like you... you always drink alcohol and drink it as a virtue. In the past, fish sauce didn't care about you.
This sentence is wonderful, with indescribable ambiguity, and it also brings me to recall those days when Su Su was often greeted carefully.
The only thing that is wrong is that she mentioned a name that I least want to hear in the gentle country
Well... I'll go take care of Manman. Let's chat online when you get home. My dear... Susu...
Good...I love you
Hang up the phone and I glanced back at Manman who was lying in the big bed. Her image was so fucking wild. Not only was the pink rope hanging on her snow muscles, but the stockings that were faded to the base of her thighs were also pulled to pieces by me.
What's even more helpless is that she seems to be conscious and murmured without stopping.
I had to rely on the tenacious intention of the rope master to practice and endure it to help her get up.
After finally cleaning up all the strings and put them in the garbage bag, I found that the capillaries on Manman's arm were broken...
This ecstasy shot with front and back attacks is really exciting. She will definitely not be able to stand up tomorrow!
I couldn't help but lie up and pinch her chin and shake it hard, and asked in her ear with a calm voice: Manman, Manman, wake up, say something
Twist...tired...
Xiaoduzi still has a sense of consciousness, but it seems that he will not say more than a word.
OK, then I'll clean up the room and take a shower, just go into the quilt
I looked at the trousers and shirts that were sprayed with soaked trousers and shirts, and then looked at the two basins on the ground, a bunch of tools in a mess, shook my head and smiled bitterly.
OK... I'll offer
(Shanghai dialect: OK, husband) Do you admit it is my woman?
Hong Kong Capital, Nongfa is going to be tougher...Qiwa (Pig Head, stop talking about me, go)
Manman curled his lips with a smile and turned his head to the side
When you seem to be very shy or angry, Manman will expose Shanghai dialect, but fortunately I can understand it.
Put my little face on the pillow and cover it with a quilt. After cleaning the site, I put the garbage into bags, put the tools in the box (not to be found by Masako). The remaining two cans of milk were placed in the refrigerator (feed chrysanthemums tonight, feed my mouth tomorrow morning). I pulled the bath towel and walked into the bathroom of the new apartment.
Although this anus training did not achieve the expected purpose (because the two girls had too fast orgasm, they didn't have time to insert the anus, but in fact, the objective conditions, that is, Susu was about to get off work, did not allow me to further reclaim the anus), it was not a major breakthrough: at least I knew that Manman loved this tone very much, and Susu was not rejected...
How spectacular the milky white fountain was in the end, I really wish I could take a camera to take a complete shot of the whole process and enjoy it.
However, after the almost crazy pleasure of being possessed by the devil faded, the water vapor in the bathroom vapor evaporated out of some unnecessary thoughts, which was even quite mixed to me.
Su Su mentioned my ex-girlfriend Fish Sauce again, and Masako's image couldn't help but condense in my mind again at this time.
Go out... give her a call and call Wenzi as well
I basically recognized my true face ten years ago. I am definitely not the kind of man who can stay with the same woman for the rest of my life.
Eating in the bowl and thinking in the pot is the ordinary mentality of ordinary male compatriots, but under the influence of my worldview and life experience, this mentality is infinitely magnified.
Eat what is in a bowl, and eat what is in a pot. This is called serving one pot
Why? It's probably because I don't believe that there will be a completely pure friendship between men and women. This mental state is similar to my childhood idol, Duan Zhengchun, the father of Huahua in Mr. Jin.
It should be noted that it is easy to stallion, but it is difficult to harem. At that time, I thought this person was particularly powerful. He had a national face and a majestic appearance. He was not a slim face at all. He could even catch so many girls. And when he was in his forties, his girls were all so devoted. What kind of state should this person’s skill in picking up girls have reached?
It was not until now that I realized that Duan Zhengchun was not so easy to be a prince... At least after the passion, I couldn't turn my head like him and forget everything, and show my love for another woman vigorously.
And the most valuable thing about him is that every relationship he has is real
A person's energy is limited, and Dali is only in charge of two companies, and Prince Duan is absolutely not less than mine every day.
While having a lot of money, he has to devote so much energy to deal with emotional entanglements. For every lover, he would rather be stabbed by others and give his life.
Susu, Manman, and Sister Wenzi, instead of letting them cry when they are sad and crying, it is better to bring them more happiness in the best of my ability.
But, can I be willing to sacrifice everything in my life for each of them like Prince Duan?
It's really a headache, so don't think about it for the time being...
After scoundrels and rubbing the floor, I walked out of the bathroom full of steam mist, and a burst of tiredness suddenly came.
After all, people are not iron-clad. After ten days of travel, packing and moving non-stop, coupled with the ecstasy shot just now, these accumulated fatigue suddenly exploded after relaxing in a hot bath.
Dry your hair and go back to the bedroom. The bedside lamp, which was particularly shaped like a large conch, had been adjusted to the smallest by Manman, and she had already been hiding in the quilt embroidered with gardenias, waiting for me.
All this is like a dream, a happy place that suddenly hit me without any defense. While I was in a daze, I kept looking at the wardrobe outlined by the dim lights and the outline of the bedside, and looking at this place where I might call it home
The one curled up in the brocade quilt was both Manman and Masako and Sister Funzi. The images of these cute, pity and respectable women I met in my life were intertwined, making this dream colorful
Um... I was so sleepy that I was so sleepy (I slept)
A gentle murmur came from the moment I smiled and replied: Go to bed, Manman, I'll wait for your sister to report my peace to me online.
Um...
After a moan as an answer, I pulled out the stool and collapsed on the cushion, and began to browse the long-lost forum
I haven't logged into the forum for about half a month
After entering the username and password, I entered my exclusive page. I saw that the replies on the reveal board were already in chaos. Most of them were aimed at the post I posted at the beginning of the month (the beauty hanging from the ceiling in the book) Of course, I didn't want to manage these things. I posted a new post roughly telling me that I needed a special model and asked those who were interested to send me a message on the site. After putting it on top, I hurriedly closed my browser, picked up the phone on the table, and broadcast a mobile phone number that I had already memorized.
Hello, this is Masako Watanabe
After the phone was connected, Masako's warm, thick, and warm voice came from the other end. I think it was probably because she didn't know the number of the new apartment, so she had such an official greeting, so she forced her eyelids that were about to collapse and smiled: It's me, my wife is going back tonight, is everything okay?· Good Ah, I'm going to take a shower, you, Jin, and Miss Su, have you taken her to eat good food? When you moved in the evening, I talked to Miss Su a lot. Their twins are really amazing! And her people are also very good...
Hey, wife, is there anyone you think is bad?
I couldn't help but laugh. Masako is really a woman who is as simple as the moonlight in the forest. She has lived at the top of the ivory tower since she was a child. She has no idea about the hardships of the world today. She believes in each person. Fortunately, we have never met bad guys.
But it is this kind of purity like a lotus in the mud that makes people feel like they want to protect themselves. Because of this, Masako is my unscrupulous wife's choice.
Having said that, I thought to myself that I am not as familiar with you in Setagaya District, but I have already fed Miss Su with good food, so I just closed my eyes and leaned on the back of the chair and said: Well, of course... By the way, my wife, this apartment building belongs to you in name, but in fact, I think you have never taken care of this place Ah?
This is a big question for me. Sure enough, I could even describe Masako's sexy expression in my mind with her thick lips: Jin, it was actually because my father had been supervising the progress of the completion of the place before. Later, because he was going to prepare for the election of the new term, I will tell you that I asked my father for this apartment, which also made him think about starting to operate the place. It has now begun to operate officially. Before we went to Beijing, my father had already named it in an uncle's real estate agency. It may not take long for tenants to move in...
Then will the rent be paid to you by dad?
Haha, of course... it's my turn! But if I'm not here, you will be in charge of the house. You have to take care of the rent and management fees. OK?
I think this is a good job, and it can cooperate with my work in the past three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, and it can also make us a considerable amount of money to buy clothes. Why not do it: Good Ah, I will work part-time as a weird uncle who looks at the house in the future.
Go, Jin, you like to talk nonsense. The key to the whole building is in the cabinet under the TV. From now on, this apartment will be your base camp.
No problem, don't worry!
Masako did not mention any question about Manman, even if it was a little jealous, she was completely the style of a housewife.
This also made me feel relieved. After hanging up her phone to take a shower, I called Sister Wenzi's cell phone again
Unlike after connecting the line just now, the sound coming from the other end of the phone is a different style from Masako, with a hint of sensuality in its laziness.
Sister, it's me
Hi...Master...You finally miss me, hilarious!
Of course I miss you, yes, sister, I shouldn't have anything to do in the company tomorrow, right? I need to see the master in the morning
I thought to myself, I should explain the matter to my sister first, otherwise I would be hardened by her words. That would be a bad thing
If nothing is wrong, I will go to you in the afternoon. I need you to arrange an interview with a model for me.
Yes, OK
After all, Sister Wenzi is not comparable to those of Manman. She is both sensible and considerate. She probably heard the impatient and solemnity in my tone. She smiled and comforted me and said: Master, don’t worry, there is only one performance to take on in the first half of this month, and there is no other thing, because there is a trip to Taiwan in the middle of the month... Well, these things will be agreed until tomorrow afternoon, and we will meet again. Right, there will be new artists in the company to become naturalized tomorrow. If you get along, let’s get to know them.
I sighed in my heart, I think the title of Sister Wenzi's master, I can't get rid of it for the rest of my life.
My sister mentioned that there are newcomers who want to become naturalized, but I didn't care much, because my sister's agency has always tried her best to protect its actresses and other artists, and has a good momentum recently. I may not know which two new sluts are coming tomorrow, so I can count it if I say hello.
So I put my phone together and said: Well, okay, I'll see you tomorrow, have a good sleep, bye
Well, so is the master...bye
After hanging up the phone and confirming that Susu has arrived home safely on the Internet, I can no longer bear the rolling tiredness. I pulled the corner of the quilt and crawled in, hugged Manman's small waist, which was slumped on the mattress, and quickly sank into deep sleep.
On December 1st, Tokyo turns to cloudy
Today is Monday, and it was Masako's phone call. Because she lives with her father now and is in the residential area of Setaya, the task of taking her to work in the morning naturally fell on me.
With this precious gift, my relationship with Masako has also made a qualitative leap, so of course I will not neglect her because of sleepiness.
After I turned over and got out of bed and washed up, Manman was too tired because of the shocking battle last night and was still sleeping without any sense of anything.
I was really too lazy to care about her, but when I thought that she didn't have a cell phone or something, I didn't know how to call the phone in Fusang. I was afraid that she would wake up and didn't see me crazy, so I finally dragged her out of the quilt
Stinky man... You don't have to go to work... What should you do when you get up so early...
Manman muttered while rubbing his eyes, and the purple marks on his arms caused by the bursting of capillaries did not fade, but became more obvious.
I have to send Masako to work
In fact, when I was away, Masako's job position was completely useless, but who told her to get a white-collar salary? She asked her about her work and daily routine and must be equivalent to ordinary employees?
After I replied, Manman surprisingly said nothing, but just pouted his mouth and half closed his eyes, and walked towards washing his hands and asking like a sleepwalking.
After having breakfast, Manman had his little butt and simply tidied up his messy hair in front of the dressing mirror in the bathroom. Then he ran out and asked me: Hey, you are not active today. I am so tired that I can't lift my hands. If you are not active, I will take a shower and continue to sleep.
I laughed in my heart. Although this little hoof no longer calls me a dead man or a stinky man, I still talk to me coldly under normal circumstances, as if I wish I could get angry and beat her up.
At this time, I thought she was really going to go to bed, so I said casually: I'm going to see my master in the morning, and then go to the company to discuss things with my agent.
Scared? Master? Agent?
After hearing what I said, Manman seemed to have completely lost his sleepiness. He opened his eyelids and was slightly swollen. A cut of water-green pupil under his long eyelashes grabbed my sleeves and said: Your master is just teaching you how to tie up and play with women? What kind of person is he? Isn’t he very scary?
Nonsense, my master is very kind!
I was a little helpless and spread my hands and smiled: Why can't you control your mouth? Do you think I'm going to pick Masako up to work and have no time to deal with you, and can talk nonsense again?
...For Ah, it's Ah, what do you want!
Manman became even more excited by me saying this. I don’t care. I want to see what your master looks like. Otherwise, I will tell Masako... Tell Masako that you wanted to fuck me last night... fuck me there!
Shanghai women are famous for their fuss. Although Su Qingman has the physique of a slave, he has no awareness of a slave at all.
However, I was just adding some seasoning to her for her boring life, and I laughed and said: Yoyo, yoyo, you still know that I wanted to insert it, but it didn't work. Are you very disappointed?
You...I don't care, you have to take me there anyway
……All right
When I looked at the wall clock on the wall, Masako would have to be late if she didn't set off. She shook her head and said to the little aunt: But when you see him, you should be more obedient, do you know?
Hum, you think...
Manman was about to retort again, and saw my solemn face, and turned his dark eyes like a ghost: OK, I know, you wait for two minutes, I'll go and put on some makeup.
Well, hurry up
Since Manman and Susu were carved from the same mold, they naturally followed Su's style. Their faces are gentle and elegant, and their eyebrows are picturesque. They don't need to make up for any defects by cosmetics.
After simply drawing two strokes of eyeliner, Xiaotaozi's eyes, which had not woken up, seemed bright and energetic. This made me feel relieved. At least when I saw Masako, she could not see Manman's fatigue from the surface.
Xiao Manniu, dressed in a windbreaker and wearing new clothes and thick stockings, went out. She came to me after turning a few corners. She was very familiar with Masako's house, which she had to visit almost every night for more than half a year.
Less than a minute after she opened her cell phone, the door on the second floor opened from inside, and a slender and graceful figure flashed in the shadow.
I couldn't help but look at Manman on the back seat of the car, but there was a faint unnatural expression on the face of the little hoof.
Miss Su still feels a little nervous when she steals her husband with a beautiful Fusang back!
Perhaps because of this, Xiao Manniu was particularly kind to Masako's greeting. Before this long-legged OL-shaped woman flashed into the car door, she began to ask about her well-being in English.
And I slowly started the car in this delicate air
Jin, did you sleep well in your new room last night? Miss Su didn’t miss homesick?
Looking at the usual congestion of the morning, Masako's warm voice was full of concern
I sighed in my heart, not wanting to worry about this issue, and changed the topic and said: Well, it's all right, my wife, I accidentally heard a passerby mention me while having dinner last night. It seems that during the period when we were traveling to Beijing, I went to the Tokyo newspaper. Do you know this?
Did you report? I don't know. When I arrive at the office, I will ask my dad. He is most concerned about current affairs. If so, he should notice it.
Masako replied: I'm curious about how you will report a person like you in the newspaper, haha
OK, please, my wife
In this way, Masako was sent to Akasaka Building in the endless traffic on weekdays. Then I turned around and turned to Roppongi Block
I know the life rules of the master, the old man. Every day, the sky is white, I will definitely get up. It is said that this is a habit he has set when he was young.
So I don't have to worry about disturbing him. At about 8:30, my black car appeared in front of the old house full of garden bonsai.
Manman, remember to be more obedient...
This is the only thing I said to Manman before entering the hospital gate
My master Zhizhi Gui is still wearing a faded old kimono, facing the bustling neighborhood: except for the gardening cutters in his hand, it seems that nothing else in this world has to do with him.
When Manman and I walked to three meters behind him, the master also put down his scissors and turned his face. Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slightly surprised: Jin Feng, this girl is...
Oh, master, this is my girlfriend from mainland China (I don’t understand what we are talking about anyway). This time I will bring her to Tokyo to play
I tried my best to restrain my curiosity about the whole incident and replied with a smile
Haha... It seems that you still don't like the woman from our island country.
As the master said, he moved his body and turned towards us, nodding his head and signaling: You can sit down
I hurriedly grabbed Manman's sleeve and sat down on the tatami together.
My master and I actually knew it well. On this ordinary morning, a story buried deep in the smoke of war was about to be browned.
After a few greetings with the master about the performance, I took out the sealed file bag I carried with me, pushed it to my knees and said to the master: Master, this is the residual page of the map I found in the suburbs of Beijing. You can take a look at it.
I thought the master would accept it immediately, but I didn't expect that he would shake his head and make a seal at me, and smiled faintly and said: Jinfeng, you can put this thing away first.
...Why? Master, you have been thinking about the missing map for a year or two, right? I have found it now, why don’t you take a look...
I don't understand what the master means, so I can't help but frown and ask
The master pulled the corner of his mouth and gave a smile. In fact, I could see that his current mood was not as peaceful as his appearance: I have not been concerned about the common things for a long time, and I promised to help you take on the performance. First, it is because this is a charity activity and a good deed: Second, I can just go and see Aiko and Renai Jinfeng. If I take the broken page you found, the mood cultivated over the years will inevitably be ruined. You know, how difficult it would be to give up the things you originally regarded as life. This broken page will be closed by you. The next era will belong to you.
The master's tone is still quiet
But I couldn't help feeling a little sad when I heard it
Yes, OK
But the master seemed not to allow me to think about this matter, and coughed gently to shift the topic to today's topic: Before you left, I told you that some things will be told when you come back. I didn't expect that during a half-month trip, you actually found the broken pages of the Heavenly Bound Map Book. Maybe, this is the so-called "fate method".
Um?
My attention was also diverted with the master's words.
The story I want to tell you next is from my master, Kaedaro Kaedaro, I always thought it was just a story, but from the fact that happened to you, it seems that this is undoubtedly true.
Kaedaro Kaedaro? Is he a relative of his master?
My master has a senior brother, and few of us in our generation know that it was all in the 1980s.
I remember I mentioned that among the three peaks in the rope art world today, there is a mysterious girl named Amo. In fact, her master, the weird guy who broke his fingers, is my master's senior brother, Yumu Chi Menglang
This pair of brothers was very confused about what happened, but when I heard the master say that his master was actually named Qi Mu, I blurted out and asked.
Yes, he is your master's father, Jin Feng. You have to listen to everything next
So in this way, a story that made people feel ridiculous slowly unfolded in the master's indifferent tone.
In the 1930s, the Fusang warlords shouted a slogan of 100 million jade shattered, and launched a war to invade East and South Asian countries, which shocked the Fusang art circle.
Kaedaro Shizuki's master, and his biological father, Shizuki Mitsuji, was the master of Shizuki who held the thirty-eight styles of Heian Ancient Boundary Path at that time.
The Seimukura Temple is not only a rare artistic genius, but also has a profound study of the Sinology passed down from the Tang Dynasty.
Although Fusang was unstoppable at the beginning of the invasion of China, the Kamikuraji Temple was extremely pessimistic about the war.
Because, after studying ancient Chinese history, Shimuguang Temple discovered something that is terrifying and can be called the lesson of the past: Since ancient times, all foreign ethnic groups that invaded the land of China, from a few months to a hundred years, have been assimilated by the local civilization of China, from China, from a few months to a hundred years.
Whether it was Genghis Khan, the prodigal son of heaven, or the Eight Banners athletes outside Shanhaiguan, their descendants became weak scholars wearing court clothes and chanting the Four Books and Five Classics!
It is precisely because of this that these arrogant and arrogant nations in the end were either driven to the outer border that was more barbaric than their ancestors' residence, or they were ridden on the heads of the great powers to take it and give it to them, and their dignity was swept away.
This is the invisible powerful force called the Kongda in the mouth of the Kamikura Temple
Shimuguang Temple believes that this widely praised country has been blessed by their cultural ancestors, and this cultural heritage that has been deeply rooted for thousands of years cannot be conquered by force!
Genghis Khan and Aisin Gioro were both defeated by Kong Dao, let alone the small island country of Fusang!
The more I thought about it, the colder I felt my back. He felt that the rulers of Fuso launched such a war was tantamount to self-destruction: the good situation was that the Yamato nation successfully seized land resources, but it was assimilated by Kongdao for hundreds of years: the bad situation was that once the Central Plains after awakening united Southeast Asian countries to counterattack, the islands under Fuso would be erased from the map forever.
In order to prevent the ultimate skills passed down from the Heian era from being destroyed in the war, Kurakiji Temple made a decision that seemed ridiculous to outsiders.
He resolutely decided to visit the mainland, when Fusang built a puppet Manchukuo on the land in the northeast, at that time.
Of course, when he was packing his luggage, he also stuffed the twelve styles of heavenly binding maps, the deepest in the Ancient Boundary Path of Peace, into the 100-style Tianren Boundary Map
The trip to Shikigikuji Temple was called Art Exchange and Visit (the previous British and American imperialist explorers once plundered many Chinese art and cultural treasures, which is a trip of this nature) not only did they not go to grab things, but instead sent things to the mainland.
Before leaving, Shikijiji Temple told his son Shikiji Matsutaro (that is, my master) that he would visit famous temples in northeast China and entrust these celestial binding maps to the monks in the temple for custody.
Although the militarists in Fusang are bloodthirsty, because Buddhism enjoys an extremely high status in the island country, in the eyes of the Kurakuji Temple, only the famous temples and ancient temples on the mainland are the only safe place to escape the war between the two countries.
He felt that Fusang would not be able to fight, and China would not destroy its own temple for no reason, so he entrusted the map to the temple. This method is feasible
But who could have expected that the trip to Shimukuji Temple would never come back
While Susu hummed this sentence softly, Manman under me actually began to twist his waist vigorously.
Oh! Sister... Sister...
Why did you call me sister?
My mind, which had been very slow, stopped for a while, then suddenly realized something, which was why I almost couldn't resist the hellish attacks of these two sisters when I was sleeping with them that time.
Due to synesthesia, the excitement points of them overlap, making them more likely to orgasm than ordinary people when they are lost.
This principle is like two to two to four, three to nine, and three to nine, not simply adding up, because the pleasure of Susu rubbing the clitoris is added to Manman, just like two people serving her at the same time, and vice versa
Now Manman is suffering from the double attack between Susu and me. Not long after, the human-shaped tripod that had been supporting for almost half an hour suddenly spasmed. The pink buttocks that had originally swung with me had collapsed uncontrollably. While my steel gun was forced to withdraw from the stream, the hot tip of the gun felt a hotter and smoother.
And the moment my fingers pulled out, the milk that had already erupted out little by little poured out towards me like a fountain, making half of my body filled with white milk.
What a crazy night!
Golden Wind, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore...uh...
On the other end of the phone was Su Su's panting, and on this end of the phone, Manman had already collapsed on the bed as if he had lost control, and his little butt was still subconsciously greeting him.
Tsk, if you are tied up like this, your waist will break if you are tied up in a few minutes.
I didn't care about my little brother who had not eaten enough yet, so I hurriedly took out the spider knife and untie all the diamond-shaped patterns that bound Manman's body.
This climax is so thrilling...
While I turned Manman's body to the front, her chest and abdomen were still trembling uncontrollably.
When I saw my little face that was red, my faint eyebrows were almost twisted together, and even the whites of my eyes turned out!
Manman, are you okay?
I've never seen a woman become like this after she ejaculated. I was startled and quickly put away the receiver and held her shoulders and shook it.
After shaking a few times, Manman seemed to realize that he still existed in this dimension. He sighed as if he was about to exhale the turbid air. Every minute and every inch of his delicate body covered with pink marks fell down, and he collapsed into the quilt again.
I'll offer, I'll offer...
My guy is still firm
Just as I was worried about how to solve the problem, a series of vague words flowed out from Manman's mouth, lying on the sky
Because I didn't hear it clearly, I wiped the milk splashed on the quilt with a tissue on the table, and lowered my head and looked towards Manman while waving my head.
As I listened, I finally came to my senses. Manman kept muttering about the husband in Shanghai dialect.
My satisfaction is really hard to describe. Although I have not solved the problem yet...
This arrogant young lady in Shanghai who is not angry with me all day long actually calls me husband
She actually called me husband on his own initiative!
I took a long deep breath, held the steel gun standing in one hand, and the receiver wet by Manman and me in the other hand, and fell beside Manman with a thud
Susu Ah...
Clip the receiver into the base of my neck, and there was no sound of disconnected beeping on the phone
Jin... Jinfeng, what should I do? I can't walk and get off work, and I have to take the last subway bus...
Susu seems to be looking forward to my greetings. I can even outline the outline of an office desk in my mind. On the desk, there is a beautiful long-haired woman with red face lying limp next to the phone.
I am not in Shanghai and I have no clone skills. How can I hold the beauty back home?
Frowning, the other end of the phone suddenly seemed to smile, and then the beauty said lightly: OK, I know how to take care of myself. It's so late, you won't feel relieved if you don't take a taxi back, right? It's not like you... you always drink alcohol and drink it as a virtue. In the past, fish sauce didn't care about you.
This sentence is wonderful, with indescribable ambiguity, and it also brings me to recall those days when Su Su was often greeted carefully.
The only thing that is wrong is that she mentioned a name that I least want to hear in the gentle country
Well... I'll go take care of Manman. Let's chat online when you get home. My dear... Susu...
Good...I love you
Hang up the phone and I glanced back at Manman who was lying in the big bed. Her image was so fucking wild. Not only was the pink rope hanging on her snow muscles, but the stockings that were faded to the base of her thighs were also pulled to pieces by me.
What's even more helpless is that she seems to be conscious and murmured without stopping.
I had to rely on the tenacious intention of the rope master to practice and endure it to help her get up.
After finally cleaning up all the strings and put them in the garbage bag, I found that the capillaries on Manman's arm were broken...
This ecstasy shot with front and back attacks is really exciting. She will definitely not be able to stand up tomorrow!
I couldn't help but lie up and pinch her chin and shake it hard, and asked in her ear with a calm voice: Manman, Manman, wake up, say something
Twist...tired...
Xiaoduzi still has a sense of consciousness, but it seems that he will not say more than a word.
OK, then I'll clean up the room and take a shower, just go into the quilt
I looked at the trousers and shirts that were sprayed with soaked trousers and shirts, and then looked at the two basins on the ground, a bunch of tools in a mess, shook my head and smiled bitterly.
OK... I'll offer
(Shanghai dialect: OK, husband) Do you admit it is my woman?
Hong Kong Capital, Nongfa is going to be tougher...Qiwa (Pig Head, stop talking about me, go)
Manman curled his lips with a smile and turned his head to the side
When you seem to be very shy or angry, Manman will expose Shanghai dialect, but fortunately I can understand it.
Put my little face on the pillow and cover it with a quilt. After cleaning the site, I put the garbage into bags, put the tools in the box (not to be found by Masako). The remaining two cans of milk were placed in the refrigerator (feed chrysanthemums tonight, feed my mouth tomorrow morning). I pulled the bath towel and walked into the bathroom of the new apartment.
Although this anus training did not achieve the expected purpose (because the two girls had too fast orgasm, they didn't have time to insert the anus, but in fact, the objective conditions, that is, Susu was about to get off work, did not allow me to further reclaim the anus), it was not a major breakthrough: at least I knew that Manman loved this tone very much, and Susu was not rejected...
How spectacular the milky white fountain was in the end, I really wish I could take a camera to take a complete shot of the whole process and enjoy it.
However, after the almost crazy pleasure of being possessed by the devil faded, the water vapor in the bathroom vapor evaporated out of some unnecessary thoughts, which was even quite mixed to me.
Su Su mentioned my ex-girlfriend Fish Sauce again, and Masako's image couldn't help but condense in my mind again at this time.
Go out... give her a call and call Wenzi as well
I basically recognized my true face ten years ago. I am definitely not the kind of man who can stay with the same woman for the rest of my life.
Eating in the bowl and thinking in the pot is the ordinary mentality of ordinary male compatriots, but under the influence of my worldview and life experience, this mentality is infinitely magnified.
Eat what is in a bowl, and eat what is in a pot. This is called serving one pot
Why? It's probably because I don't believe that there will be a completely pure friendship between men and women. This mental state is similar to my childhood idol, Duan Zhengchun, the father of Huahua in Mr. Jin.
It should be noted that it is easy to stallion, but it is difficult to harem. At that time, I thought this person was particularly powerful. He had a national face and a majestic appearance. He was not a slim face at all. He could even catch so many girls. And when he was in his forties, his girls were all so devoted. What kind of state should this person’s skill in picking up girls have reached?
It was not until now that I realized that Duan Zhengchun was not so easy to be a prince... At least after the passion, I couldn't turn my head like him and forget everything, and show my love for another woman vigorously.
And the most valuable thing about him is that every relationship he has is real
A person's energy is limited, and Dali is only in charge of two companies, and Prince Duan is absolutely not less than mine every day.
While having a lot of money, he has to devote so much energy to deal with emotional entanglements. For every lover, he would rather be stabbed by others and give his life.
Susu, Manman, and Sister Wenzi, instead of letting them cry when they are sad and crying, it is better to bring them more happiness in the best of my ability.
But, can I be willing to sacrifice everything in my life for each of them like Prince Duan?
It's really a headache, so don't think about it for the time being...
After scoundrels and rubbing the floor, I walked out of the bathroom full of steam mist, and a burst of tiredness suddenly came.
After all, people are not iron-clad. After ten days of travel, packing and moving non-stop, coupled with the ecstasy shot just now, these accumulated fatigue suddenly exploded after relaxing in a hot bath.
Dry your hair and go back to the bedroom. The bedside lamp, which was particularly shaped like a large conch, had been adjusted to the smallest by Manman, and she had already been hiding in the quilt embroidered with gardenias, waiting for me.
All this is like a dream, a happy place that suddenly hit me without any defense. While I was in a daze, I kept looking at the wardrobe outlined by the dim lights and the outline of the bedside, and looking at this place where I might call it home
The one curled up in the brocade quilt was both Manman and Masako and Sister Funzi. The images of these cute, pity and respectable women I met in my life were intertwined, making this dream colorful
Um... I was so sleepy that I was so sleepy (I slept)
A gentle murmur came from the moment I smiled and replied: Go to bed, Manman, I'll wait for your sister to report my peace to me online.
Um...
After a moan as an answer, I pulled out the stool and collapsed on the cushion, and began to browse the long-lost forum
I haven't logged into the forum for about half a month
After entering the username and password, I entered my exclusive page. I saw that the replies on the reveal board were already in chaos. Most of them were aimed at the post I posted at the beginning of the month (the beauty hanging from the ceiling in the book) Of course, I didn't want to manage these things. I posted a new post roughly telling me that I needed a special model and asked those who were interested to send me a message on the site. After putting it on top, I hurriedly closed my browser, picked up the phone on the table, and broadcast a mobile phone number that I had already memorized.
Hello, this is Masako Watanabe
After the phone was connected, Masako's warm, thick, and warm voice came from the other end. I think it was probably because she didn't know the number of the new apartment, so she had such an official greeting, so she forced her eyelids that were about to collapse and smiled: It's me, my wife is going back tonight, is everything okay?· Good Ah, I'm going to take a shower, you, Jin, and Miss Su, have you taken her to eat good food? When you moved in the evening, I talked to Miss Su a lot. Their twins are really amazing! And her people are also very good...
Hey, wife, is there anyone you think is bad?
I couldn't help but laugh. Masako is really a woman who is as simple as the moonlight in the forest. She has lived at the top of the ivory tower since she was a child. She has no idea about the hardships of the world today. She believes in each person. Fortunately, we have never met bad guys.
But it is this kind of purity like a lotus in the mud that makes people feel like they want to protect themselves. Because of this, Masako is my unscrupulous wife's choice.
Having said that, I thought to myself that I am not as familiar with you in Setagaya District, but I have already fed Miss Su with good food, so I just closed my eyes and leaned on the back of the chair and said: Well, of course... By the way, my wife, this apartment building belongs to you in name, but in fact, I think you have never taken care of this place Ah?
This is a big question for me. Sure enough, I could even describe Masako's sexy expression in my mind with her thick lips: Jin, it was actually because my father had been supervising the progress of the completion of the place before. Later, because he was going to prepare for the election of the new term, I will tell you that I asked my father for this apartment, which also made him think about starting to operate the place. It has now begun to operate officially. Before we went to Beijing, my father had already named it in an uncle's real estate agency. It may not take long for tenants to move in...
Then will the rent be paid to you by dad?
Haha, of course... it's my turn! But if I'm not here, you will be in charge of the house. You have to take care of the rent and management fees. OK?
I think this is a good job, and it can cooperate with my work in the past three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, and it can also make us a considerable amount of money to buy clothes. Why not do it: Good Ah, I will work part-time as a weird uncle who looks at the house in the future.
Go, Jin, you like to talk nonsense. The key to the whole building is in the cabinet under the TV. From now on, this apartment will be your base camp.
No problem, don't worry!
Masako did not mention any question about Manman, even if it was a little jealous, she was completely the style of a housewife.
This also made me feel relieved. After hanging up her phone to take a shower, I called Sister Wenzi's cell phone again
Unlike after connecting the line just now, the sound coming from the other end of the phone is a different style from Masako, with a hint of sensuality in its laziness.
Sister, it's me
Hi...Master...You finally miss me, hilarious!
Of course I miss you, yes, sister, I shouldn't have anything to do in the company tomorrow, right? I need to see the master in the morning
I thought to myself, I should explain the matter to my sister first, otherwise I would be hardened by her words. That would be a bad thing
If nothing is wrong, I will go to you in the afternoon. I need you to arrange an interview with a model for me.
Yes, OK
After all, Sister Wenzi is not comparable to those of Manman. She is both sensible and considerate. She probably heard the impatient and solemnity in my tone. She smiled and comforted me and said: Master, don’t worry, there is only one performance to take on in the first half of this month, and there is no other thing, because there is a trip to Taiwan in the middle of the month... Well, these things will be agreed until tomorrow afternoon, and we will meet again. Right, there will be new artists in the company to become naturalized tomorrow. If you get along, let’s get to know them.
I sighed in my heart, I think the title of Sister Wenzi's master, I can't get rid of it for the rest of my life.
My sister mentioned that there are newcomers who want to become naturalized, but I didn't care much, because my sister's agency has always tried her best to protect its actresses and other artists, and has a good momentum recently. I may not know which two new sluts are coming tomorrow, so I can count it if I say hello.
So I put my phone together and said: Well, okay, I'll see you tomorrow, have a good sleep, bye
Well, so is the master...bye
After hanging up the phone and confirming that Susu has arrived home safely on the Internet, I can no longer bear the rolling tiredness. I pulled the corner of the quilt and crawled in, hugged Manman's small waist, which was slumped on the mattress, and quickly sank into deep sleep.
On December 1st, Tokyo turns to cloudy
Today is Monday, and it was Masako's phone call. Because she lives with her father now and is in the residential area of Setaya, the task of taking her to work in the morning naturally fell on me.
With this precious gift, my relationship with Masako has also made a qualitative leap, so of course I will not neglect her because of sleepiness.
After I turned over and got out of bed and washed up, Manman was too tired because of the shocking battle last night and was still sleeping without any sense of anything.
I was really too lazy to care about her, but when I thought that she didn't have a cell phone or something, I didn't know how to call the phone in Fusang. I was afraid that she would wake up and didn't see me crazy, so I finally dragged her out of the quilt
Stinky man... You don't have to go to work... What should you do when you get up so early...
Manman muttered while rubbing his eyes, and the purple marks on his arms caused by the bursting of capillaries did not fade, but became more obvious.
I have to send Masako to work
In fact, when I was away, Masako's job position was completely useless, but who told her to get a white-collar salary? She asked her about her work and daily routine and must be equivalent to ordinary employees?
After I replied, Manman surprisingly said nothing, but just pouted his mouth and half closed his eyes, and walked towards washing his hands and asking like a sleepwalking.
After having breakfast, Manman had his little butt and simply tidied up his messy hair in front of the dressing mirror in the bathroom. Then he ran out and asked me: Hey, you are not active today. I am so tired that I can't lift my hands. If you are not active, I will take a shower and continue to sleep.
I laughed in my heart. Although this little hoof no longer calls me a dead man or a stinky man, I still talk to me coldly under normal circumstances, as if I wish I could get angry and beat her up.
At this time, I thought she was really going to go to bed, so I said casually: I'm going to see my master in the morning, and then go to the company to discuss things with my agent.
Scared? Master? Agent?
After hearing what I said, Manman seemed to have completely lost his sleepiness. He opened his eyelids and was slightly swollen. A cut of water-green pupil under his long eyelashes grabbed my sleeves and said: Your master is just teaching you how to tie up and play with women? What kind of person is he? Isn’t he very scary?
Nonsense, my master is very kind!
I was a little helpless and spread my hands and smiled: Why can't you control your mouth? Do you think I'm going to pick Masako up to work and have no time to deal with you, and can talk nonsense again?
...For Ah, it's Ah, what do you want!
Manman became even more excited by me saying this. I don’t care. I want to see what your master looks like. Otherwise, I will tell Masako... Tell Masako that you wanted to fuck me last night... fuck me there!
Shanghai women are famous for their fuss. Although Su Qingman has the physique of a slave, he has no awareness of a slave at all.
However, I was just adding some seasoning to her for her boring life, and I laughed and said: Yoyo, yoyo, you still know that I wanted to insert it, but it didn't work. Are you very disappointed?
You...I don't care, you have to take me there anyway
……All right
When I looked at the wall clock on the wall, Masako would have to be late if she didn't set off. She shook her head and said to the little aunt: But when you see him, you should be more obedient, do you know?
Hum, you think...
Manman was about to retort again, and saw my solemn face, and turned his dark eyes like a ghost: OK, I know, you wait for two minutes, I'll go and put on some makeup.
Well, hurry up
Since Manman and Susu were carved from the same mold, they naturally followed Su's style. Their faces are gentle and elegant, and their eyebrows are picturesque. They don't need to make up for any defects by cosmetics.
After simply drawing two strokes of eyeliner, Xiaotaozi's eyes, which had not woken up, seemed bright and energetic. This made me feel relieved. At least when I saw Masako, she could not see Manman's fatigue from the surface.
Xiao Manniu, dressed in a windbreaker and wearing new clothes and thick stockings, went out. She came to me after turning a few corners. She was very familiar with Masako's house, which she had to visit almost every night for more than half a year.
Less than a minute after she opened her cell phone, the door on the second floor opened from inside, and a slender and graceful figure flashed in the shadow.
I couldn't help but look at Manman on the back seat of the car, but there was a faint unnatural expression on the face of the little hoof.
Miss Su still feels a little nervous when she steals her husband with a beautiful Fusang back!
Perhaps because of this, Xiao Manniu was particularly kind to Masako's greeting. Before this long-legged OL-shaped woman flashed into the car door, she began to ask about her well-being in English.
And I slowly started the car in this delicate air
Jin, did you sleep well in your new room last night? Miss Su didn’t miss homesick?
Looking at the usual congestion of the morning, Masako's warm voice was full of concern
I sighed in my heart, not wanting to worry about this issue, and changed the topic and said: Well, it's all right, my wife, I accidentally heard a passerby mention me while having dinner last night. It seems that during the period when we were traveling to Beijing, I went to the Tokyo newspaper. Do you know this?
Did you report? I don't know. When I arrive at the office, I will ask my dad. He is most concerned about current affairs. If so, he should notice it.
Masako replied: I'm curious about how you will report a person like you in the newspaper, haha
OK, please, my wife
In this way, Masako was sent to Akasaka Building in the endless traffic on weekdays. Then I turned around and turned to Roppongi Block
I know the life rules of the master, the old man. Every day, the sky is white, I will definitely get up. It is said that this is a habit he has set when he was young.
So I don't have to worry about disturbing him. At about 8:30, my black car appeared in front of the old house full of garden bonsai.
Manman, remember to be more obedient...
This is the only thing I said to Manman before entering the hospital gate
My master Zhizhi Gui is still wearing a faded old kimono, facing the bustling neighborhood: except for the gardening cutters in his hand, it seems that nothing else in this world has to do with him.
When Manman and I walked to three meters behind him, the master also put down his scissors and turned his face. Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slightly surprised: Jin Feng, this girl is...
Oh, master, this is my girlfriend from mainland China (I don’t understand what we are talking about anyway). This time I will bring her to Tokyo to play
I tried my best to restrain my curiosity about the whole incident and replied with a smile
Haha... It seems that you still don't like the woman from our island country.
As the master said, he moved his body and turned towards us, nodding his head and signaling: You can sit down
I hurriedly grabbed Manman's sleeve and sat down on the tatami together.
My master and I actually knew it well. On this ordinary morning, a story buried deep in the smoke of war was about to be browned.
After a few greetings with the master about the performance, I took out the sealed file bag I carried with me, pushed it to my knees and said to the master: Master, this is the residual page of the map I found in the suburbs of Beijing. You can take a look at it.
I thought the master would accept it immediately, but I didn't expect that he would shake his head and make a seal at me, and smiled faintly and said: Jinfeng, you can put this thing away first.
...Why? Master, you have been thinking about the missing map for a year or two, right? I have found it now, why don’t you take a look...
I don't understand what the master means, so I can't help but frown and ask
The master pulled the corner of his mouth and gave a smile. In fact, I could see that his current mood was not as peaceful as his appearance: I have not been concerned about the common things for a long time, and I promised to help you take on the performance. First, it is because this is a charity activity and a good deed: Second, I can just go and see Aiko and Renai Jinfeng. If I take the broken page you found, the mood cultivated over the years will inevitably be ruined. You know, how difficult it would be to give up the things you originally regarded as life. This broken page will be closed by you. The next era will belong to you.
The master's tone is still quiet
But I couldn't help feeling a little sad when I heard it
Yes, OK
But the master seemed not to allow me to think about this matter, and coughed gently to shift the topic to today's topic: Before you left, I told you that some things will be told when you come back. I didn't expect that during a half-month trip, you actually found the broken pages of the Heavenly Bound Map Book. Maybe, this is the so-called "fate method".
Um?
My attention was also diverted with the master's words.
The story I want to tell you next is from my master, Kaedaro Kaedaro, I always thought it was just a story, but from the fact that happened to you, it seems that this is undoubtedly true.
Kaedaro Kaedaro? Is he a relative of his master?
My master has a senior brother, and few of us in our generation know that it was all in the 1980s.
I remember I mentioned that among the three peaks in the rope art world today, there is a mysterious girl named Amo. In fact, her master, the weird guy who broke his fingers, is my master's senior brother, Yumu Chi Menglang
This pair of brothers was very confused about what happened, but when I heard the master say that his master was actually named Qi Mu, I blurted out and asked.
Yes, he is your master's father, Jin Feng. You have to listen to everything next
So in this way, a story that made people feel ridiculous slowly unfolded in the master's indifferent tone.
In the 1930s, the Fusang warlords shouted a slogan of 100 million jade shattered, and launched a war to invade East and South Asian countries, which shocked the Fusang art circle.
Kaedaro Shizuki's master, and his biological father, Shizuki Mitsuji, was the master of Shizuki who held the thirty-eight styles of Heian Ancient Boundary Path at that time.
The Seimukura Temple is not only a rare artistic genius, but also has a profound study of the Sinology passed down from the Tang Dynasty.
Although Fusang was unstoppable at the beginning of the invasion of China, the Kamikuraji Temple was extremely pessimistic about the war.
Because, after studying ancient Chinese history, Shimuguang Temple discovered something that is terrifying and can be called the lesson of the past: Since ancient times, all foreign ethnic groups that invaded the land of China, from a few months to a hundred years, have been assimilated by the local civilization of China, from China, from a few months to a hundred years.
Whether it was Genghis Khan, the prodigal son of heaven, or the Eight Banners athletes outside Shanhaiguan, their descendants became weak scholars wearing court clothes and chanting the Four Books and Five Classics!
It is precisely because of this that these arrogant and arrogant nations in the end were either driven to the outer border that was more barbaric than their ancestors' residence, or they were ridden on the heads of the great powers to take it and give it to them, and their dignity was swept away.
This is the invisible powerful force called the Kongda in the mouth of the Kamikura Temple
Shimuguang Temple believes that this widely praised country has been blessed by their cultural ancestors, and this cultural heritage that has been deeply rooted for thousands of years cannot be conquered by force!
Genghis Khan and Aisin Gioro were both defeated by Kong Dao, let alone the small island country of Fusang!
The more I thought about it, the colder I felt my back. He felt that the rulers of Fuso launched such a war was tantamount to self-destruction: the good situation was that the Yamato nation successfully seized land resources, but it was assimilated by Kongdao for hundreds of years: the bad situation was that once the Central Plains after awakening united Southeast Asian countries to counterattack, the islands under Fuso would be erased from the map forever.
In order to prevent the ultimate skills passed down from the Heian era from being destroyed in the war, Kurakiji Temple made a decision that seemed ridiculous to outsiders.
He resolutely decided to visit the mainland, when Fusang built a puppet Manchukuo on the land in the northeast, at that time.
Of course, when he was packing his luggage, he also stuffed the twelve styles of heavenly binding maps, the deepest in the Ancient Boundary Path of Peace, into the 100-style Tianren Boundary Map
The trip to Shikigikuji Temple was called Art Exchange and Visit (the previous British and American imperialist explorers once plundered many Chinese art and cultural treasures, which is a trip of this nature) not only did they not go to grab things, but instead sent things to the mainland.
Before leaving, Shikijiji Temple told his son Shikiji Matsutaro (that is, my master) that he would visit famous temples in northeast China and entrust these celestial binding maps to the monks in the temple for custody.
Although the militarists in Fusang are bloodthirsty, because Buddhism enjoys an extremely high status in the island country, in the eyes of the Kurakuji Temple, only the famous temples and ancient temples on the mainland are the only safe place to escape the war between the two countries.
He felt that Fusang would not be able to fight, and China would not destroy its own temple for no reason, so he entrusted the map to the temple. This method is feasible
But who could have expected that the trip to Shimukuji Temple would never come back
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