Li Junqi once again showed the world his comedy talent.
He cried and asked me: I didn’t answer the phone call. Didn’t I go back to Pinghai anymore?
This sentence is very interesting and can be said to be quite speculative.
He was afraid that he would also think so, so he laughed at himself for a minute without letting me answer, loud but vivid, and it was a long-lost donkey song.
Finally stopped laughing at my apology, he gave me a New Year greeting and asked me where I was wandering. I was still not asleep.
After thinking about it, I told him to play games at home. Originally, I wanted to say that I was playing the piano or reading a book, but I was embarrassed.
He expressed his disbelief, but he did not go into it, but asked me if I had fun during the holidays.
This question is embarrassing, I say that.
As you can imagine, there was another donkey sound.
After that, he sighed that it was better for us to Pinghai. He walked around outside, but in the end he was not as good as home.
Although I don’t know where the outside refers, I still can’t help but feel a few exotic styles appear in my mind.
For no reason, I sighed.
Li Junqi probably didn't hear it. He said happily: I will go back to Pinghai in two days, and I will come to play with you when the time comes!
Finally, Li Junqi mentioned Chen Chen and said that this guy had been playing around in Italy. He is now in Australia and will probably study abroad in the next semester.
I don't understand what this has to do with me, I'm not his father.
But it can be imagined that Chen Jianjun or Chen Jianye should be very pleased about this.
I hung up the phone and continued the video, but the remaining seven or eight minutes only showed the whole process of a middle-aged man drinking and picking his feet.
Very performance art.
When the picture fell into darkness, I lit a cigarette and finished smoking slowly before getting up and leaving the study room.
My parents' bedroom was dark, but before the door, some small words crawled out, furry, like the poplar and willow catkins flying everywhere in early spring.
I had to stop by the wall.
My father was talking about pigs and said that the old sows lacked milk, and the two piglets had to feed soy milk powder one by one. With the advancement of technology, it became increasingly difficult to raise pigs.
He said that someone had a hole in the fish pond and stole several turtles. Next time he caught this bitch, he couldn't make him feel better.
My mother never spoke.
His father refused to give in and said that the pig could rise back to 4.5 yuan. He wondered if he would take two more circles on the east side and pursue the victory.
What's going up? My mother finally said, "This has fallen to the top and it still rises?"
Hey, there was a rustling sound, and my father lowered his voice, it was hard to say!Immediately afterwards, he smiled, and another rustling sound, and the sound became even lower: Fenglan.
It's getting late, my mother seems to have smacked her lips. You can't have two or three hours on the way.
No, my father sighed and said after a while, "It's so icy and snowy that I can run around every day."
I asked you to come back?My mother's voice suddenly increased a little.
I want to come back, my father immediately smiled, hehe, I want to come back.
No words.Someone turned over.When I decided to continue to move towards the bathroom, my father spoke again, and the tone was dragged down: Fenglan
No response.
It's been two months.It was accompanied by rustling sounds, hehehe.For some reason, I always think of my father's mouth with a hole in his front teeth.Alpaca.
After peeing, I became more cautious and cautious.
I didn't want to hear footsteps from my parents' room from afar, and a few pink lights were also overflowing between the cracks in the door and the curtains.
After not having the living room steps, my mother opened the door and walked out.
Both of them were stunned.
The mother even patted her chest and said: It's big night, you don't even make a noise, it's scary!
She was wearing pink cotton pajamas and her whole body was fragrant.
I wanted to say something, but I just passed by me.
The alcohol seemed to have gone down, but the dizziness was strangely retained.
I couldn't help but fuck my pocket with one hand, scratched my head, and then looked back and glanced.
Unexpectedly, my mother stood still and didn't move.
She folded her arms and said: "I'm still having fun."
I felt the door of my face heat up, and I subconsciously said, "Okay," and opened the study door at the same time.
I go to bed early and don’t check what time it is, what bad habits are there for a day.When I closed the door, the footsteps sounded in the living room. My mother added: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
My mother should have gone to the bathroom and went back to the room four or five minutes.
I don’t know if my father can get what he wants, but I can’t tell why, and I always feel a little irritated.
Not only did the snow not see the light, but it became a little bit harder, covering the sky in the dark night, looking scary.
I waited until the surroundings became quiet, but I returned to the computer and put on my headphones.
After thinking about it, I got up and turned off the lights.
The fluorescent light was dazzling, I took a sip of cold milk and opened the sixth video.
A light blue light was seeping in the darkness, perhaps because of the imaging problem, and it was as mist as a cloud of mist.
A black line divided the mist into two from top to bottom, and when it approached the bottom, a small eight-shaped fork was faintly opened.
On the right side of the stuttering stands a half-colored yellow table (or maybe tan), which accounts for nearly one-tenth of the picture.
Above the table was a single bed, hazy white covered a soft body, and the black hair was scattered between the pillows and then merged into the darkness.
Of course, the light source comes from outside the window. No matter what color it was originally, it is inevitable that it will be stained with blue after passing through a blue curtain. There is nothing to do about this.
The background sound is a bit loud, and it is hard to say whether it is a noise or something rubbing, but the snoring and occasional car whistle are clearly distinguishable.
Obviously, I have watched this video before, and I am really slow to react.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the picture is almost unchanged, at least it is difficult to capture with the naked eye.
The woman was sleeping soundly, and I tried to see the slightly sideways clearly, but in vain.
After suffering like this for seven or eight minutes, I could no longer stand it, so I had to rub my eyes and drag the progress bar.
I repeatedly dragged and fast-forwarded several times, and it was not until the 31st minute of the video that an abnormal noise came from my headphones.
Rumble, squeak, old cow!
Nearly whispering.
After another rustling sound, the surrounding area became quiet.
There are more than ten seconds, old cow!
This time the sound source was a little farther.
Soon, a white ghostly striking image flashed in the lower left corner and quickly floated to the single bed.
This guy made almost no sound, it was really scary.
Immediately afterwards, he bent down to the camera and approached the woman on the bed.
So the light blue mist gently stroked the white shirt, revealing a pair of thin butts.
I even felt like I could recognize his egg in that darkness.
This is inevitably scary again.
If Chen Jianjun was really Chen Jianjun, he would stroke the hazy white with his left hand, press his right hand on the head of the bed, muttering like a spell in his mouth, and then he squatted down slowly, and the pig's head almost disappeared between the black hair.
The clear sound of breathing rises in the dim picture, vulgar, weird and exaggerated.
The cult ceremony ended with a woman's bounce. She let out a soft cry and then the man covered her mouth.
The white shirt is smiling, hehehe.
The woman moved her body, as if she had said something.
The white shirt slowly stood up and even twisted his hips.
After a second or two, the woman leaned against the head of the bed. Even though she was blocked by the man, she still said: You are crazy!
The white shirt snorted, waved his head in the direction of the camera, and then rolled onto the bed.
This guy doesn't even wear shoes.
The woman was buried in the darkness at the corners and said after a while: Go down.
The white shirt did not go down, but lay down on the bed without moving.
The light blue mist outlined his semi-erect dick, faintly like a pig's tail.
I suddenly felt that Chen Jianjun was also a great comedian. If it was really Chen Jianjun.
The woman poked her white shirt and said something in a low voice, but the latter was indifferent.
After shrinking for a while on the corner, the woman gathered her hair and lay down on her white shirt.
She dragged the thin quilt to her shoulders.
It's really a thin quilt, and the exquisite curves in the light and shadow are clear at a glance.
Soon the man turned sideways, supported his head with his right hand, and stroked his left hand against the thin quilt.
The woman immediately turned her face and elbowed her back.
The white shirt hummed exaggeratedly.
...What the hell... what to do!The woman half supported her body and almost shouted.
What are you afraid of? The white shirt smiled, his voice increased a little bit... If I couldn't wash it, the old cow was already dizzy.As he said this, he even turned his face and whispered Lao Niu.
The woman smacked her lips and closed her hair, and she was so stiff for a long time.
The man went to catch her hand and was thrown away.
Later, she sighed and lay down again.
The paws of the white shirt quickly climbed into the arc like conditioned reflex.
At this moment, accompanied by harsh noise, the camera swayed and moved, and the picture flipped and then flipped.
The whole process lasted for nearly a minute.
When everything stabilized, there was only one corner of the table, the entire bed appeared in the field of view, and the picture was tilted thirty degrees counterclockwise.
This should be a very funny way of playing, because I can't figure out why, I can even hear a smile from Niu Xiuqin's snoring.
Alas, the paws of the white shirt were inserted into the thin quilt at some point, no?
What?The woman twisted her body and hummed in anger.
Trophy Ah, I thought you would sleep with the trophy!
The woman spat and elbowed toward her.
Correspondingly, the white shirt hummed exaggeratedly again.
At the same time, a dull snap sounded.
I couldn't help but sniff, and an indescribable disgust suddenly surged into my heart, and even I didn't expect it.
Immediately afterwards, the white shirt lifted the thin quilt, and the woman twitched and quickly pulled it back, but a trace of flesh still slipped out.
She turned her face and swept her glasses, then stared at the man for a while.
The white shirt just smiled, and when the woman turned her face back, he used the same trick again.
This time the woman did not move, but just stubbornly pulled the corner of the thin quilt, and half of her back and the entire lower body were inevitably exposed to the mist.
She should be wearing a nightgown with her skirt lifted up and her legs curled up, and her round outline shone with fleshy light in the darkness.
The white shirt took a breath and pressed his whole body on it. He inhale exaggeratedly while erecting his hips funnyly, just like a wriggling leech.
The woman smacked her lips, but did not move.
After arching for nearly two minutes, the man rubbed and grabbed the woman's arm, and said with a smile: ...You touched it... I can't stand it...
I vaguely expect the results to be different.
However, as I saw last time, after a tug-of-war, the woman finally grabbed the man's dick.
The white shirt squirmed comfortably, and her claws climbed over her crotch and penetrated into the woman's thighs.
The two of them were entangled together, and they penetrated into the mist, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
Later, the woman stood up straight, then arched her butt and fell back to the bed.
I don't know what this means, but the suppressed breathing and muffled groans were filled with unspeakable pleasure.
The white shirt rubbed the woman's neck while playing with her fat ass. Obviously, he was full of accomplishment for all this.
But the woman no longer resisted.
It was not until the white shirt asked to go in and do it that the two began another silent battle like a shadow puppet.
Inevitably, the white shirt got what it wanted again. He broke between the woman's legs, hitting her fat buttocks again and again, creating a harsh sound.
The bed is also called, even more harsh.
These sounds were too loud.
The woman struggled several times and asked the man to stop.
The latter was quite dissatisfied and tried to further expand his sense of accomplishment by violating the laws of physics.
Of course, failure educated him.
Finally, the white shirt took a long breath and said: What a junk thing, why don’t we go down?
After saying that, the white shirt slapped the arc and was about to get out of bed.
The woman half supported her body and did not move.
The white shirt twisted her face and smiled, grabbing the woman's legs.
The latter began to struggle and said something in his throat.
Her ankle was hooked with a small thing, floating like a tulle in the light blue halo, and I couldn't say if it was a panties.
What are you afraid of?
The white shirt smiled like a gummy.
So the woman kicked her.
Gummy exclaimed, waved her arms several times in succession, but disappeared from the picture in despair.
There was a huge and harsh noise, and at the same time Niu Xiuqin stopped snoring.
I think if she keeps going like this, she might have to suffer some internal injuries.
The picture has been still for a long time, and the woman is like a sculpture, with her hair pitch black and shiny.
But the white shirt was about to get up. For about half a minute, he flashed on the left side of the bed like a ghost.
This guy rubbed his butt exaggeratedly, while approaching the woman lyrics.
The woman retreated to the head of the bed and tried to struggle, and the thin quilt seemed to slide to the ground.
But the white shirt raised her chin at the camera, whispered her thumb, and whispered.
Then, he bent down and carried the quilt back to the bed.
Without any suspense, the woman was picked up.
Princess hug.
Her right arm rested on her white shirt shoulder, her long hair hangs down, and she flowed into the dark night like a waterfall.
The white shirt hugged her and walked around under the light blue curtains, dancing like this idiot.
During the above process, the tulle-like thing quietly slid down my ankles, making me unbearable to take a mouthful of cold milk.
The woman was eventually placed on the radiator, probably.
The two of them huddled in the upper left corner of the picture, like a twisted silhouette.
White shirt held her slender waist with her left hand, stroked her thigh with her right hand, and exaggeratedly thrust her hips.
He panted and laughed, and couldn't hear clearly what he muttered.
The woman leaned against the windowsill, supported the radiator with one hand, and occasionally turned her face towards the camera.
She jumped down, but was hugged tightly by the man.
Hurry up and do it... The white shirt is pressed on the woman's cheek, and the battle is decided quickly.
This sentence is very clear, especially the latter sentence, which I can guarantee is Mandarin.
The woman leaned back her neck and whispered something.
Don't worry, the white shirt doesn't care, and for a while... outside.
The woman tickled, her clear thighs swaying in the dark, reminding people of the big white fish in the deep pool.
If you procrastinate, Old Niu should wake up!The white shirt yelled in his throat, and he even glanced at the camera.
The man pounced on the woman's right leg, bowed his back for a long time, and finally screamed strangely.
As the shadow thrust, a sound came soon.
A slight slap sound was extremely slight, but it was hard to say why, but it was extremely clear under the noisy background sound.
Chen Jianjun's breathing was as exaggerated as ever. If it was Chen Jianjun, he would also approach the woman's cheek and take a deep breath.
Similar to a variant of some kind of dementor.
The woman was also breathing lightly. At first, she kept silent, but later she had a muffled groan and gently jumped out of her throat, which made her feel out of control.
The long hair swung weakly against a light blue background, like a crappy clip-on animation.
For about four or five minutes, the white shirt stopped, he wiped his sweat and muttered something in the woman's ear.
The latter looked up and slapped him on the arm.
The white shirt smiled and sighed, then simply carried both legs up.
The woman let out a soft cry and had to hold the man's shoulder.
I thought he would pick up the woman, but this guy sank his waist and started to straighten his hips again.
The pace slowed down, but the strength became much stronger.
Every time there is a heavy bang, a sharp and gentle moan will roll down the woman's throat.
She gestured to be gentle several times, but her white shirt was indifferent.
Perhaps in order to curb the abnormality in her throat, she had already held the man firmly since then.
Like the two in the video, I found myself breathless.
Do you miss me?The white shirt suddenly said.His pace is getting slower and slower, almost against the woman's cheek.
The woman didn't make any difference.
He insisted on opening a three-person room... He gnashed and gritted his teeth.
The woman let out a muffled groan.
Um?
Another sound.
...Is it true, Ah, I have already planned it?
What are you talking about!
Slut!The pace begins to speed up.
The woman snorted up.
Do you think you are sexy or not?
Humph.
Is it sexy or not?
Chen Jianjun!The woman finally squeezed out a sentence.
Just kidding, just kidding.The white shirt immediately smiled, and he even stopped and took a few breaths.Although I had expected it was Chen Jianjun, I was still shocked.
The woman didn't say anything.I don’t know if it was deliberately suppressing her breathing was almost unheard.
What if I don’t... Qilihai is playing?Chen Jianjun approached the woman and hugged her in his arms.
Women don't match each other.
Angry?
The pig's head arched on the woman's cheek, and the latter dodged left and right, but after a while of pursuing and blocking, the wet sound still trembled in the glimmer of light.
Chen Jianjun half-arched his body, and his right hand passed through the armpit and supported the back of the woman's head. He probably tried his best to eat.
The black hair flows.
The woman's breathing became more and more rapid, and even hummed softly. Her left hand, which was originally used to resist, inadvertently supported the man's waist.
Everything flowing naturally is like a plucking string, but it makes me frightened.
Is your butt...that hurt?
It was unknown how long it took for Chen Jianjun to withdraw from the pig's mouth.He smiled, panting like a dying person.
What do you think?The woman raised her face and snorted.I can't say her tone.
Chen Jianjun probably didn't know what to say, so he yelled at the slut and started to thrust again.
The woman stopped abruptly after a soft cry.
But the white shirt didn't stop. He shook his butt while rubbing the woman's cheek.
This wave was extremely fast, and the second child even slid out twice.
The woman hugged the man's waist, and her suppressed moans scattered in the light blue mist, like dust floating in the sun.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the clear calves seemed to clamp Chen Jianjun’s obscene butt in the dark.
I cleared my throat and lit a cigarette.
Niu Xiuqin was still snoring.
It's coming... It may take two or three minutes, Chen Jianjun finally shouted, Feng Lan.
He gasped, his throat clattered like a metal collision, and I couldn't say whether this was his own illusion.
The light and shadow in the darkness trembled more and more happily, and the white shirt seemed to be filled with a gust of wind, blowing towards her face.
So, my mother's hair flew in the light blue mist.
The video was 57 minutes in total.
I felt a little breathless, so I had to take a few puffs of cigarettes and tilt the cold milk in the cup.
It's really cool, like a blade peeling off the esophageal mucosa.
There was no way, so I closed the folder, I walked around the house for a few times, and finally walked out of the study.
Apart from the breathing lamp, the whole world is dark.
When I pulled down my pants in the bathroom, I realized that my dick was as hard as iron.
After returning from the toilet, I stood at my parents' door for a long time, but I finally returned to the computer.
It was early at midnight and it was as hot as midsummer.
The seventh video is mini-DV-iplk-20021221003.
... Her school is no longer available, Ah, I can't collect this number in three years.There was a harsh noise, a hazy darkness, and there seemed to be light in the distance.
It’s not that there are still ten students a year, but at least ten years old school.
After some shaking, the camera finally stabilized, and the face was filled with human legs.
It should be under the table, and in the distance is a light yellow under the white light.
But no, it’s 1987 or 1988, 14 or 15 years!Pinghai dialect with Zhang Ling accent.The background is a bit noisy, and the slightest words are wrapped around it, like lotus seeds in the eight-treasure porridge.
What else do you want?A familiar and loud voice, Chang Lao?
Hey, OK OK, Secretary Chen...
It’s absolutely true, Secretary Chen, you can’t finish this big table, don’t hold on for everyone!Female voice, laughing before talking, laughing while talking, laughing after talking, which also takes effort.
Laughing.Others can laugh, but Niu Xiuqin really shouldn't. She smiled like a big earthquake.
I think about Ah, it should be the year before Teacher You became honorary president in 1987.
How many talents have been cultivated for our Pinghai!Zhang Ling accent.
That was before, two or three years ago, Ah, Teacher You were still there, and the playground was rented to Second Vocational High School. I think Ah will be in two years...
Someone started to sigh.
Only these old antiques are left, Ah, hahaha.
Teacher Zhao is too pessimistic. Opera in Red Star Theater still accounts for the majority in the past two years, right?Chen Jianjun smiled.
That's, that's it.
The program is wonderful and beautiful, so there is a market naturally.
That's, that's it.
That's not the reason!The Pingju career has also thanks to Secretary Chen’s support and guidance in recent years!It's that female voice again.
The group of people began to agree.It was messy, and it felt like it was not in a restaurant, but in a chicken coop.
If you dare not take it or not, you will be spared if you are polite. This is for personal gain. We are friends of the public and the prosperity of the cultural market is also an unshirkable responsibility of the government!
Someone started to applaud and applaud.
If you really want to make contributions, it is our Fengwu Theater Troupe, our Captain Zhang!
Someone started to make excuses.
Alas, don’t say that. It’s indeed a mother, but for some reason, it doesn’t sound very similar, and I can’t let people eat!
It made a burst of laughter again.
The dinner lasted for a long time, and it was a laugh every few minutes. It was such a happy party.
But what filled my vision were dark shadows of different shapes.
I can't even tell which legs belong to my mother.
Later they talked about Red Star Theater, saying what sound system to be equipped for this renovation, how many auditoriums to be expanded, etc. The one who was most excited about this topic was of course Xiao Zheng.
I found something interesting once he relaxed, what he blurted out was his hometown dialect.
So he said in Zhang Ling's words: It would be good to be able to set up camp in such a theater!
Of course, there was another burst of laughter.
Chen Jianjun is very active, and every topic will reach a climax as he joins.
Or in other words, each topic is waiting for him to join in order to reach orgasm.
How glad I am just a spectator across the screen.
My mother didn't talk much, and she only expressed her opinions when they talked about a new drama in the Ping Theater of Chenyang.
Her voice was indescribable in the noisy toast and the misty air of joy.
Niu Xiuqin talked less, but she just laughed twice in agreement. Whenever this happened, the picture would move exaggeratedly.
I couldn't tell who it was, maybe it was from the theater troupe, or it was from the opera association. However, the female voice who spoke like applause seemed a little familiar.
There is no banquet that never ends. After the last glass of wine, Chen Jianjun said: If it weren’t for the old man Chang’s age, you wouldn’t have been so cheap tonight!
Laughing.
Get up, greet, tidy up your clothes, and say goodbye.
During the earthquake, Niu Xiuqin suddenly said: Wait a minute, Ah, I will come back after I send my seniors.
Although I don't know who you two are, I still feel nervous.
It's okay, I'll just take a taxi.Who is it if it’s not a mother?
That's right, what else can I give it? We took it and left together.Zheng Xiangdong burped, and he seemed to be standing beside his mother.
It’s not a problem that delays Secretary Chen. If an old man agrees, how can he accept it?
At this time, the car is not easy to fight, and it is also icy and snowy.
Before the old man could finish speaking, Niu Xiuqin smiled.
In the sudden white light, the camera swayed rhythmically, but the huge friction finally disappeared.
Carved wooden chairs, carved strips, and white heating cabinets, which are pulled closer and pushed farther away.
There are also women's plump thighs wearing leather pants, which fill the entire picture several times.
Of course this leg belongs to Niu Xiuqin.
To Ah, you're welcome, they're all old friends. Chen Jianjun said while walking, just to let Director Niu suffer.
Let’s see if there is a car, let’s talk about it if there is no car.My mother smiled, and seemed to walk towards the door.
How can I put Secretary Chen here alone?
The middle-aged female voice, who was as plump as abalone, burst into laughter, Fenglan, don’t you go along with Director Niu, just wait with Secretary Chen for a while, why don’t I stay?
There was another burst of laughter.
I really don't understand what's so beautiful, I suspect that these people just ate shit.
But the controversy fell silent in this laughter.
After the bustling greetings and footsteps, the surroundings became quiet.
This Li Suqin, that mouth!After a long time, Chen Jianjun said.
There is no mother's voice.
Go back to the house and sit down.Chen Jianjun walked over and stopped after a few steps, Feng Lan?
My mother seemed to sigh for a long sigh, and there was a thud.
Look at you, the door is not closed!
Chen Jianjun walked towards the door again.
Suddenly, he smiled obscenely, and his mother smacked her lips.
Chen Jianjun closed the door lightly, but there was a clang, just like the sound of his footsteps.
The mother did not sit down. She flashed past the camera, as if leaning on the windowsill.
Have some more drinks?
Chen Jianjun appeared in the camera, with blue jeans.
The sound of pouring wine.
The rest is also a waste.As he said so, he walked towards the windowsill.Why do you always carry a bag?Let go!
OK!In the rustling sound, my mother suddenly said.
What's wrong? Chen Jianjun's voice is low. Why did I make my aunt angry again?
You really... the words turned into a sigh.With a light bang, she should have put the bag down.
Really don't drink it?The jeans were also leaning against the windowsill, and his legs crossed, posing in a casual position.
Mother has no voice.
If I don't drink, I'll drink it.Hahaha.Chen Jianjun sighed exaggeratedly.
No one spoke for a long time.
What are you doing!My mother suddenly twitched.The floor slammed.
Nothing, I just miss you.
Tsk.
It's been two months.
I really don't know what's in your mind all day long.My mother spoke a little anxious.
It's all you, what else can you be?
As he said this, Chen Jianjun took a deep breath.
With a harsh sound, a pair of plump red butts suddenly appeared in sight.
Mother exclaimed softly.
I couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair.
My mother rarely has brightly colored clothes, and this big red pants seem to be only one in my mind.
That year, the bell-bottom pants and wide belts were popular. Although I couldn't appreciate the fancy wide belt (she said it was like Shanzao Melon), my mother had a special liking for bell-bottom pants, and she had several pairs of them. This big red bell-bottom pants should have been bought in Tianjin.
But at this moment, it was held in Chen Jianjun's hand and kneaded freely.
Why are you like an old fried dough stick?Grit your teeth.The mother clamped the pig's claws and tried to break free.
Just the old fried dough sticks, I'm sticky and you've been a day or two.The sick pig made a signature laugh and his right hand flexibly dodged.
Chen Jianjun!
arrive!
Slap, the pig claw slapped the butt.
Then, Chen Jianjun took his mother into his arms and simply pierced his buttocks with both hands. He knew where he put the wine glass.
Mother called out.
The sick pig broke open, closed, and rubbed.
Exaggerated breathing sound.
Do you loosen?
Don't worry, it's not that I've said it, all the photos have been processed.
release.
What are you afraid of? Even the camera is smashed!Besides, the sick pig is breathing, how can she do to me?
Can you spare me, Chen Jianjun?
I always ask me to spare you, the sick pig is smiling, then let’s say something nice, huh?As he said this, he clapped his fat buttocks with his right hand.
Tsk.
I stick my butt up, beg me, I will forgive you.This is so stupid and realistic.
My mother didn't say anything.
Fenglan.
Chen Jianjun seemed to be close to his cheek and even touched his mother's mouth.
I can't say it well, either.
The round curve twisted like a ball of fire, making my mouth dry.
The high heels rubbed on the floor, and occasionally creaked, as if something had pierced the eardrum.
In this case, the wail of the sick pig is of course suddenly, but it is as exaggerated as ever.
He let go of his hand and jumped with one foot.
My mother walked to the table and took a chair and sat down.
It was indeed the bell-bottom pants, with a dark green short down jacket on the upper body, which I was still wearing last year.
Chen Jianjun bent his back and moaned for a while.
My mother sat upright, breathing lightly.
Broken, broken toes!Finally, Chen Jianjun squeezed out a sentence.
It's broken.It's cold.
Oh my god, really.The sick pig groaned again.
Mother whispered and crossed her legs.
Fenglan.The sick pig drooped his head and was still humming.
True or fake?
Chen Jianjun just hummed.
The mother stood up half-believingly and walked towards the windowsill.
Unfortunately, just as he approached, Chen Jianjun suddenly stretched out his pig's claws and hugged her waist, and laughed loudly at the same time.
The mother turned around and was able to shake off his hand, and then jumped out of the camera in a few steps.
After a while, she returned to the chair.
Chen Jianjun sat on the ground against the wall, still smiling.
Niu Xiuqin captured half of his face, and to be honest, tears flowed out.
Neuropathy.
It took Chen Jianjun to wipe his tears, put on his glasses, and stood up.He gasped nervously, and I guess it was the sequelae of laughter.
Fenglan.He chuckled and approached.
No one is joking with you.
Chen Jianjun stood firm, squatted down, and rubbed his hands on his mother's legs.He just stared at his mother, motionless.Nasolabial folds are extremely clear in front of the lens.
No one spoke for a while.I don't know what the hell is, but it must be too exaggerated.
Finally, my mother cried.She twisted her body, and the fleshy butt that had expanded on the chair also twisted.
I don't believe you won't laugh.Chen Jianjun laughed victoriously, rubbing his mother's thighs while laughing.
OK OK, go there.The mother moved her legs and tried to push Chen Jianjun's hand away.But the latter refused to give in and simply pressed his face on.
Start to open.
Mother tickled.
But it was just a squeak in vain.
The pig's head was on its thigh for a while. At first, it was honest, but later it made a despicable inhalation sound. The pig's claws also started working left and right, rubbing the edge of the thigh and hips.
OK, OK.My mother took a breath and twisted her butt easily.She seemed to want to remove the pig's head, but she was unable to start.Finally, she twisted the pig's ears.
So Chen Jianjun shouted exaggeratedly.When he stood up, he smiled and said: Touch.
Mother tsk and crossed her legs again.
Just touch it.
You don't look at this place either?The mother seemed to have turned her face, but she did not get up and leave.
No one dares to come in, it will take at least an hour for the old cow to come in.Chen Jianjun's voice was very low, furry, making his throat itchy.
You can be a little bit positive... Before my mother finished speaking, Chen Jianjun grabbed her hand, and his bulging crotch flashed in front of the camera.
Hard or not?The sound is even lower.
Mother cried.As Chen Jianjun let go of her hand, she immediately bowed, moved the chair back, and hugged her arms.
During this period, Chen Jianjun took off his pants with a smile, and his striped flower underwear stretched to his thighs.Hey!This guy snapped his fingers at his mother.
The mother sighed and moved her butt again.
But Chen Jianjun soon caught his hand.
What are you doing?
I don't know if it was an illusion, but her voice was trembling.
Chen Jianjun didn't answer, but just snorted.
So driven by the sick pig, the dark green arm trembled gently in front of the camera.
The noise was slight, but my mother's breath was particularly clear.
I carried a cigarette, but couldn't find a lighter.
Look at you sweating, you've taken off your down jacket.After a while, Chen Jianjun said.
Much more.My mother raised her feet, and her voice sounded like a mosquito.
Chen Jianjun smiled and snorted exaggeratedly.
You should hurry up.The mother's face seemed to be on the other side.
This is just the beginning, come on.The sick pig smiled and took off the flowery pants.
My mother whispered, her arms shaking again.Only then did I realize that Chen Jianjun had moved his hand away at some point.But I can't say why, but I'm not surprised at this.
If there is an event on New Year's Day, we will get a sing from the steel mill these days.Constipation is average, Chen Jianjun said while humming.
The mother did not answer.
Fenglan?
No need to say.
Why, I'm not allowed to say it?
Just say nothing, get done quickly.My mother put down her legs and changed her hands.
Chen Jianjun snorted exaggeratedly.
It's really hard to serve.Mother took a breath.I could hear her heavier breath.
If you are always like this, it will definitely not be easy to come out.Chen Jianjun is hilarious.
My mother seemed to have not heard it and crossed her legs again.
There was a moment when no one spoke for a minute or two, and the squeak that gradually sounded made people feel sad.
Fenglan,
No sound.
Fenglan.
What?
Please, good Fenglan.This guy always has the ability to make people get goosebumps.
You can get more and more flaws.
The sick pig smiled in a signature style.After a while, he said: Then you are busy, Ah, I, drink some more.
It's so beautiful to you.My mother suddenly stopped.
Oh, Chen Jianjun shouted exaggeratedly, "Don't look at the hard, it's a good night, aunt."
Who is the day?Mother snorted and changed hands again.I couldn't help but sniff.
Fenglan.Chen Jianjun reached out and seemed to touch his mother's face.
Tsk.
you are so Beautiful.
The mother said yo, and after a while, she said: Stay wherever you are cool.
Having said that, her hands did not stop, so even if Chen Jianjun really wanted to find a cool place to stay, it would be a bit difficult.
Of course, the sick pig smiled.
Did you hold it intently? After a while, my mother leaned back to the back of the chair and shook her hands at the same time, and her hands were sore.
Your ability is a little stronger, which makes you suffer.
The mother said with sincerity, moved the chair, and grabbed Chen Jianjun's dick again.
Then, Chen Jianjun called out.Very exaggerated, with an aria.
Bah, it's so smelly.
Mother bent down and lowered her head.
So her pretty face under her black hair appeared in the camera. I don’t know if it was too hot or other reasons, but there were red clouds on it, as if a ball of fire was burning.
I pinched the cigarette into my hand and stuffed it back, but I still couldn't find the lighter.
It's so fucking weird.
Good phoenix orchid.Chen Jianjun pushed his hips forward, his voice trembling.
It's all stinky, and I'm not afraid of biting it down.Mother straightened her waist again.
Bite, really... I will accept it too.The sick pig hums.
There was no abnormal sound, so for a moment that I thought everything I had just had was my illusion.
But the familiar body in front of me was swaying gently.
My mother leaned forward, and her butt stuck on the chair stretched out an exaggerated curve. With the inexplicable rhythm, it twisted inadvertently.
There is also the smear of flesh under the waist, against the bright red background, in the dry, cold and hard light, it is dazzlingly white.
The theater Ah, it can be decorated in just a few months, and in a few days... I will sign the contract Ah?
No bidding?My mother stopped swinging and spat.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but just smiled.
My mother spat several times, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and her right hand shook again.
After a while, she held Chen Jianjun's leg with her left hand and began to swing again.
The great comedian Chen Jianjun hummed like a vaguely high fever patient.
And my mother's breath became more and more urgent.
Occasionally, with the sound of Bu, she would even make a light sound.
It's very light, I've never heard this sound, reminding people of the misty hot air flow in the wilderness in summer.
After a while, Chen Jianjun grabbed his mother's left hand, shouted a ghost and said: If you... think about it, then let's go with the form.
The mother seemed to look up at him, gasping for breath, and not speaking.
The theater is going to fall into the hands of others, but there is nothing wrong with the drama.Chen Jianjun laughed dryly, with a bit of seriousness.
My mother still didn't say anything.
Soon, the familiar body swung again.
A few strands of hair fell on the brim of the furry hat and swayed gently.
The left hand held by Chen Jianjun also looked particularly white and petite, although the latter's hand was not black, let alone big.
Even the round thighs were wrapped in big red bell-bottom pants, showing a different fleshy feeling than before.
Everything in front of me became strangely blurred, as strange as if it was a dream.
Only the mother's voice was truly in the haze.
Breathing, breathing, a gurgling sound came from time to time, and even an occasional humming sound.
But I can't put these sounds in the exact position, and I feel like I've lost this function.
Until the man suddenly let out a strange cry, he said: Fenglan!
As if I was stabbed by a silver needle, I suddenly woke up.
The dark green arms were shaking faster and faster, and the big red butt twisted violently on the smooth chair. As my breath became more and more rapid, my mother even hummed softly.
It was at this moment that the sound of firecrackers came from my ears, crackling and indescribable funny, but I couldn't understand where it came from.
He cried and asked me: I didn’t answer the phone call. Didn’t I go back to Pinghai anymore?
This sentence is very interesting and can be said to be quite speculative.
He was afraid that he would also think so, so he laughed at himself for a minute without letting me answer, loud but vivid, and it was a long-lost donkey song.
Finally stopped laughing at my apology, he gave me a New Year greeting and asked me where I was wandering. I was still not asleep.
After thinking about it, I told him to play games at home. Originally, I wanted to say that I was playing the piano or reading a book, but I was embarrassed.
He expressed his disbelief, but he did not go into it, but asked me if I had fun during the holidays.
This question is embarrassing, I say that.
As you can imagine, there was another donkey sound.
After that, he sighed that it was better for us to Pinghai. He walked around outside, but in the end he was not as good as home.
Although I don’t know where the outside refers, I still can’t help but feel a few exotic styles appear in my mind.
For no reason, I sighed.
Li Junqi probably didn't hear it. He said happily: I will go back to Pinghai in two days, and I will come to play with you when the time comes!
Finally, Li Junqi mentioned Chen Chen and said that this guy had been playing around in Italy. He is now in Australia and will probably study abroad in the next semester.
I don't understand what this has to do with me, I'm not his father.
But it can be imagined that Chen Jianjun or Chen Jianye should be very pleased about this.
I hung up the phone and continued the video, but the remaining seven or eight minutes only showed the whole process of a middle-aged man drinking and picking his feet.
Very performance art.
When the picture fell into darkness, I lit a cigarette and finished smoking slowly before getting up and leaving the study room.
My parents' bedroom was dark, but before the door, some small words crawled out, furry, like the poplar and willow catkins flying everywhere in early spring.
I had to stop by the wall.
My father was talking about pigs and said that the old sows lacked milk, and the two piglets had to feed soy milk powder one by one. With the advancement of technology, it became increasingly difficult to raise pigs.
He said that someone had a hole in the fish pond and stole several turtles. Next time he caught this bitch, he couldn't make him feel better.
My mother never spoke.
His father refused to give in and said that the pig could rise back to 4.5 yuan. He wondered if he would take two more circles on the east side and pursue the victory.
What's going up? My mother finally said, "This has fallen to the top and it still rises?"
Hey, there was a rustling sound, and my father lowered his voice, it was hard to say!Immediately afterwards, he smiled, and another rustling sound, and the sound became even lower: Fenglan.
It's getting late, my mother seems to have smacked her lips. You can't have two or three hours on the way.
No, my father sighed and said after a while, "It's so icy and snowy that I can run around every day."
I asked you to come back?My mother's voice suddenly increased a little.
I want to come back, my father immediately smiled, hehe, I want to come back.
No words.Someone turned over.When I decided to continue to move towards the bathroom, my father spoke again, and the tone was dragged down: Fenglan
No response.
It's been two months.It was accompanied by rustling sounds, hehehe.For some reason, I always think of my father's mouth with a hole in his front teeth.Alpaca.
After peeing, I became more cautious and cautious.
I didn't want to hear footsteps from my parents' room from afar, and a few pink lights were also overflowing between the cracks in the door and the curtains.
After not having the living room steps, my mother opened the door and walked out.
Both of them were stunned.
The mother even patted her chest and said: It's big night, you don't even make a noise, it's scary!
She was wearing pink cotton pajamas and her whole body was fragrant.
I wanted to say something, but I just passed by me.
The alcohol seemed to have gone down, but the dizziness was strangely retained.
I couldn't help but fuck my pocket with one hand, scratched my head, and then looked back and glanced.
Unexpectedly, my mother stood still and didn't move.
She folded her arms and said: "I'm still having fun."
I felt the door of my face heat up, and I subconsciously said, "Okay," and opened the study door at the same time.
I go to bed early and don’t check what time it is, what bad habits are there for a day.When I closed the door, the footsteps sounded in the living room. My mother added: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
My mother should have gone to the bathroom and went back to the room four or five minutes.
I don’t know if my father can get what he wants, but I can’t tell why, and I always feel a little irritated.
Not only did the snow not see the light, but it became a little bit harder, covering the sky in the dark night, looking scary.
I waited until the surroundings became quiet, but I returned to the computer and put on my headphones.
After thinking about it, I got up and turned off the lights.
The fluorescent light was dazzling, I took a sip of cold milk and opened the sixth video.
A light blue light was seeping in the darkness, perhaps because of the imaging problem, and it was as mist as a cloud of mist.
A black line divided the mist into two from top to bottom, and when it approached the bottom, a small eight-shaped fork was faintly opened.
On the right side of the stuttering stands a half-colored yellow table (or maybe tan), which accounts for nearly one-tenth of the picture.
Above the table was a single bed, hazy white covered a soft body, and the black hair was scattered between the pillows and then merged into the darkness.
Of course, the light source comes from outside the window. No matter what color it was originally, it is inevitable that it will be stained with blue after passing through a blue curtain. There is nothing to do about this.
The background sound is a bit loud, and it is hard to say whether it is a noise or something rubbing, but the snoring and occasional car whistle are clearly distinguishable.
Obviously, I have watched this video before, and I am really slow to react.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the picture is almost unchanged, at least it is difficult to capture with the naked eye.
The woman was sleeping soundly, and I tried to see the slightly sideways clearly, but in vain.
After suffering like this for seven or eight minutes, I could no longer stand it, so I had to rub my eyes and drag the progress bar.
I repeatedly dragged and fast-forwarded several times, and it was not until the 31st minute of the video that an abnormal noise came from my headphones.
Rumble, squeak, old cow!
Nearly whispering.
After another rustling sound, the surrounding area became quiet.
There are more than ten seconds, old cow!
This time the sound source was a little farther.
Soon, a white ghostly striking image flashed in the lower left corner and quickly floated to the single bed.
This guy made almost no sound, it was really scary.
Immediately afterwards, he bent down to the camera and approached the woman on the bed.
So the light blue mist gently stroked the white shirt, revealing a pair of thin butts.
I even felt like I could recognize his egg in that darkness.
This is inevitably scary again.
If Chen Jianjun was really Chen Jianjun, he would stroke the hazy white with his left hand, press his right hand on the head of the bed, muttering like a spell in his mouth, and then he squatted down slowly, and the pig's head almost disappeared between the black hair.
The clear sound of breathing rises in the dim picture, vulgar, weird and exaggerated.
The cult ceremony ended with a woman's bounce. She let out a soft cry and then the man covered her mouth.
The white shirt is smiling, hehehe.
The woman moved her body, as if she had said something.
The white shirt slowly stood up and even twisted his hips.
After a second or two, the woman leaned against the head of the bed. Even though she was blocked by the man, she still said: You are crazy!
The white shirt snorted, waved his head in the direction of the camera, and then rolled onto the bed.
This guy doesn't even wear shoes.
The woman was buried in the darkness at the corners and said after a while: Go down.
The white shirt did not go down, but lay down on the bed without moving.
The light blue mist outlined his semi-erect dick, faintly like a pig's tail.
I suddenly felt that Chen Jianjun was also a great comedian. If it was really Chen Jianjun.
The woman poked her white shirt and said something in a low voice, but the latter was indifferent.
After shrinking for a while on the corner, the woman gathered her hair and lay down on her white shirt.
She dragged the thin quilt to her shoulders.
It's really a thin quilt, and the exquisite curves in the light and shadow are clear at a glance.
Soon the man turned sideways, supported his head with his right hand, and stroked his left hand against the thin quilt.
The woman immediately turned her face and elbowed her back.
The white shirt hummed exaggeratedly.
...What the hell... what to do!The woman half supported her body and almost shouted.
What are you afraid of? The white shirt smiled, his voice increased a little bit... If I couldn't wash it, the old cow was already dizzy.As he said this, he even turned his face and whispered Lao Niu.
The woman smacked her lips and closed her hair, and she was so stiff for a long time.
The man went to catch her hand and was thrown away.
Later, she sighed and lay down again.
The paws of the white shirt quickly climbed into the arc like conditioned reflex.
At this moment, accompanied by harsh noise, the camera swayed and moved, and the picture flipped and then flipped.
The whole process lasted for nearly a minute.
When everything stabilized, there was only one corner of the table, the entire bed appeared in the field of view, and the picture was tilted thirty degrees counterclockwise.
This should be a very funny way of playing, because I can't figure out why, I can even hear a smile from Niu Xiuqin's snoring.
Alas, the paws of the white shirt were inserted into the thin quilt at some point, no?
What?The woman twisted her body and hummed in anger.
Trophy Ah, I thought you would sleep with the trophy!
The woman spat and elbowed toward her.
Correspondingly, the white shirt hummed exaggeratedly again.
At the same time, a dull snap sounded.
I couldn't help but sniff, and an indescribable disgust suddenly surged into my heart, and even I didn't expect it.
Immediately afterwards, the white shirt lifted the thin quilt, and the woman twitched and quickly pulled it back, but a trace of flesh still slipped out.
She turned her face and swept her glasses, then stared at the man for a while.
The white shirt just smiled, and when the woman turned her face back, he used the same trick again.
This time the woman did not move, but just stubbornly pulled the corner of the thin quilt, and half of her back and the entire lower body were inevitably exposed to the mist.
She should be wearing a nightgown with her skirt lifted up and her legs curled up, and her round outline shone with fleshy light in the darkness.
The white shirt took a breath and pressed his whole body on it. He inhale exaggeratedly while erecting his hips funnyly, just like a wriggling leech.
The woman smacked her lips, but did not move.
After arching for nearly two minutes, the man rubbed and grabbed the woman's arm, and said with a smile: ...You touched it... I can't stand it...
I vaguely expect the results to be different.
However, as I saw last time, after a tug-of-war, the woman finally grabbed the man's dick.
The white shirt squirmed comfortably, and her claws climbed over her crotch and penetrated into the woman's thighs.
The two of them were entangled together, and they penetrated into the mist, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
Later, the woman stood up straight, then arched her butt and fell back to the bed.
I don't know what this means, but the suppressed breathing and muffled groans were filled with unspeakable pleasure.
The white shirt rubbed the woman's neck while playing with her fat ass. Obviously, he was full of accomplishment for all this.
But the woman no longer resisted.
It was not until the white shirt asked to go in and do it that the two began another silent battle like a shadow puppet.
Inevitably, the white shirt got what it wanted again. He broke between the woman's legs, hitting her fat buttocks again and again, creating a harsh sound.
The bed is also called, even more harsh.
These sounds were too loud.
The woman struggled several times and asked the man to stop.
The latter was quite dissatisfied and tried to further expand his sense of accomplishment by violating the laws of physics.
Of course, failure educated him.
Finally, the white shirt took a long breath and said: What a junk thing, why don’t we go down?
After saying that, the white shirt slapped the arc and was about to get out of bed.
The woman half supported her body and did not move.
The white shirt twisted her face and smiled, grabbing the woman's legs.
The latter began to struggle and said something in his throat.
Her ankle was hooked with a small thing, floating like a tulle in the light blue halo, and I couldn't say if it was a panties.
What are you afraid of?
The white shirt smiled like a gummy.
So the woman kicked her.
Gummy exclaimed, waved her arms several times in succession, but disappeared from the picture in despair.
There was a huge and harsh noise, and at the same time Niu Xiuqin stopped snoring.
I think if she keeps going like this, she might have to suffer some internal injuries.
The picture has been still for a long time, and the woman is like a sculpture, with her hair pitch black and shiny.
But the white shirt was about to get up. For about half a minute, he flashed on the left side of the bed like a ghost.
This guy rubbed his butt exaggeratedly, while approaching the woman lyrics.
The woman retreated to the head of the bed and tried to struggle, and the thin quilt seemed to slide to the ground.
But the white shirt raised her chin at the camera, whispered her thumb, and whispered.
Then, he bent down and carried the quilt back to the bed.
Without any suspense, the woman was picked up.
Princess hug.
Her right arm rested on her white shirt shoulder, her long hair hangs down, and she flowed into the dark night like a waterfall.
The white shirt hugged her and walked around under the light blue curtains, dancing like this idiot.
During the above process, the tulle-like thing quietly slid down my ankles, making me unbearable to take a mouthful of cold milk.
The woman was eventually placed on the radiator, probably.
The two of them huddled in the upper left corner of the picture, like a twisted silhouette.
White shirt held her slender waist with her left hand, stroked her thigh with her right hand, and exaggeratedly thrust her hips.
He panted and laughed, and couldn't hear clearly what he muttered.
The woman leaned against the windowsill, supported the radiator with one hand, and occasionally turned her face towards the camera.
She jumped down, but was hugged tightly by the man.
Hurry up and do it... The white shirt is pressed on the woman's cheek, and the battle is decided quickly.
This sentence is very clear, especially the latter sentence, which I can guarantee is Mandarin.
The woman leaned back her neck and whispered something.
Don't worry, the white shirt doesn't care, and for a while... outside.
The woman tickled, her clear thighs swaying in the dark, reminding people of the big white fish in the deep pool.
If you procrastinate, Old Niu should wake up!The white shirt yelled in his throat, and he even glanced at the camera.
The man pounced on the woman's right leg, bowed his back for a long time, and finally screamed strangely.
As the shadow thrust, a sound came soon.
A slight slap sound was extremely slight, but it was hard to say why, but it was extremely clear under the noisy background sound.
Chen Jianjun's breathing was as exaggerated as ever. If it was Chen Jianjun, he would also approach the woman's cheek and take a deep breath.
Similar to a variant of some kind of dementor.
The woman was also breathing lightly. At first, she kept silent, but later she had a muffled groan and gently jumped out of her throat, which made her feel out of control.
The long hair swung weakly against a light blue background, like a crappy clip-on animation.
For about four or five minutes, the white shirt stopped, he wiped his sweat and muttered something in the woman's ear.
The latter looked up and slapped him on the arm.
The white shirt smiled and sighed, then simply carried both legs up.
The woman let out a soft cry and had to hold the man's shoulder.
I thought he would pick up the woman, but this guy sank his waist and started to straighten his hips again.
The pace slowed down, but the strength became much stronger.
Every time there is a heavy bang, a sharp and gentle moan will roll down the woman's throat.
She gestured to be gentle several times, but her white shirt was indifferent.
Perhaps in order to curb the abnormality in her throat, she had already held the man firmly since then.
Like the two in the video, I found myself breathless.
Do you miss me?The white shirt suddenly said.His pace is getting slower and slower, almost against the woman's cheek.
The woman didn't make any difference.
He insisted on opening a three-person room... He gnashed and gritted his teeth.
The woman let out a muffled groan.
Um?
Another sound.
...Is it true, Ah, I have already planned it?
What are you talking about!
Slut!The pace begins to speed up.
The woman snorted up.
Do you think you are sexy or not?
Humph.
Is it sexy or not?
Chen Jianjun!The woman finally squeezed out a sentence.
Just kidding, just kidding.The white shirt immediately smiled, and he even stopped and took a few breaths.Although I had expected it was Chen Jianjun, I was still shocked.
The woman didn't say anything.I don’t know if it was deliberately suppressing her breathing was almost unheard.
What if I don’t... Qilihai is playing?Chen Jianjun approached the woman and hugged her in his arms.
Women don't match each other.
Angry?
The pig's head arched on the woman's cheek, and the latter dodged left and right, but after a while of pursuing and blocking, the wet sound still trembled in the glimmer of light.
Chen Jianjun half-arched his body, and his right hand passed through the armpit and supported the back of the woman's head. He probably tried his best to eat.
The black hair flows.
The woman's breathing became more and more rapid, and even hummed softly. Her left hand, which was originally used to resist, inadvertently supported the man's waist.
Everything flowing naturally is like a plucking string, but it makes me frightened.
Is your butt...that hurt?
It was unknown how long it took for Chen Jianjun to withdraw from the pig's mouth.He smiled, panting like a dying person.
What do you think?The woman raised her face and snorted.I can't say her tone.
Chen Jianjun probably didn't know what to say, so he yelled at the slut and started to thrust again.
The woman stopped abruptly after a soft cry.
But the white shirt didn't stop. He shook his butt while rubbing the woman's cheek.
This wave was extremely fast, and the second child even slid out twice.
The woman hugged the man's waist, and her suppressed moans scattered in the light blue mist, like dust floating in the sun.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the clear calves seemed to clamp Chen Jianjun’s obscene butt in the dark.
I cleared my throat and lit a cigarette.
Niu Xiuqin was still snoring.
It's coming... It may take two or three minutes, Chen Jianjun finally shouted, Feng Lan.
He gasped, his throat clattered like a metal collision, and I couldn't say whether this was his own illusion.
The light and shadow in the darkness trembled more and more happily, and the white shirt seemed to be filled with a gust of wind, blowing towards her face.
So, my mother's hair flew in the light blue mist.
The video was 57 minutes in total.
I felt a little breathless, so I had to take a few puffs of cigarettes and tilt the cold milk in the cup.
It's really cool, like a blade peeling off the esophageal mucosa.
There was no way, so I closed the folder, I walked around the house for a few times, and finally walked out of the study.
Apart from the breathing lamp, the whole world is dark.
When I pulled down my pants in the bathroom, I realized that my dick was as hard as iron.
After returning from the toilet, I stood at my parents' door for a long time, but I finally returned to the computer.
It was early at midnight and it was as hot as midsummer.
The seventh video is mini-DV-iplk-20021221003.
... Her school is no longer available, Ah, I can't collect this number in three years.There was a harsh noise, a hazy darkness, and there seemed to be light in the distance.
It’s not that there are still ten students a year, but at least ten years old school.
After some shaking, the camera finally stabilized, and the face was filled with human legs.
It should be under the table, and in the distance is a light yellow under the white light.
But no, it’s 1987 or 1988, 14 or 15 years!Pinghai dialect with Zhang Ling accent.The background is a bit noisy, and the slightest words are wrapped around it, like lotus seeds in the eight-treasure porridge.
What else do you want?A familiar and loud voice, Chang Lao?
Hey, OK OK, Secretary Chen...
It’s absolutely true, Secretary Chen, you can’t finish this big table, don’t hold on for everyone!Female voice, laughing before talking, laughing while talking, laughing after talking, which also takes effort.
Laughing.Others can laugh, but Niu Xiuqin really shouldn't. She smiled like a big earthquake.
I think about Ah, it should be the year before Teacher You became honorary president in 1987.
How many talents have been cultivated for our Pinghai!Zhang Ling accent.
That was before, two or three years ago, Ah, Teacher You were still there, and the playground was rented to Second Vocational High School. I think Ah will be in two years...
Someone started to sigh.
Only these old antiques are left, Ah, hahaha.
Teacher Zhao is too pessimistic. Opera in Red Star Theater still accounts for the majority in the past two years, right?Chen Jianjun smiled.
That's, that's it.
The program is wonderful and beautiful, so there is a market naturally.
That's, that's it.
That's not the reason!The Pingju career has also thanks to Secretary Chen’s support and guidance in recent years!It's that female voice again.
The group of people began to agree.It was messy, and it felt like it was not in a restaurant, but in a chicken coop.
If you dare not take it or not, you will be spared if you are polite. This is for personal gain. We are friends of the public and the prosperity of the cultural market is also an unshirkable responsibility of the government!
Someone started to applaud and applaud.
If you really want to make contributions, it is our Fengwu Theater Troupe, our Captain Zhang!
Someone started to make excuses.
Alas, don’t say that. It’s indeed a mother, but for some reason, it doesn’t sound very similar, and I can’t let people eat!
It made a burst of laughter again.
The dinner lasted for a long time, and it was a laugh every few minutes. It was such a happy party.
But what filled my vision were dark shadows of different shapes.
I can't even tell which legs belong to my mother.
Later they talked about Red Star Theater, saying what sound system to be equipped for this renovation, how many auditoriums to be expanded, etc. The one who was most excited about this topic was of course Xiao Zheng.
I found something interesting once he relaxed, what he blurted out was his hometown dialect.
So he said in Zhang Ling's words: It would be good to be able to set up camp in such a theater!
Of course, there was another burst of laughter.
Chen Jianjun is very active, and every topic will reach a climax as he joins.
Or in other words, each topic is waiting for him to join in order to reach orgasm.
How glad I am just a spectator across the screen.
My mother didn't talk much, and she only expressed her opinions when they talked about a new drama in the Ping Theater of Chenyang.
Her voice was indescribable in the noisy toast and the misty air of joy.
Niu Xiuqin talked less, but she just laughed twice in agreement. Whenever this happened, the picture would move exaggeratedly.
I couldn't tell who it was, maybe it was from the theater troupe, or it was from the opera association. However, the female voice who spoke like applause seemed a little familiar.
There is no banquet that never ends. After the last glass of wine, Chen Jianjun said: If it weren’t for the old man Chang’s age, you wouldn’t have been so cheap tonight!
Laughing.
Get up, greet, tidy up your clothes, and say goodbye.
During the earthquake, Niu Xiuqin suddenly said: Wait a minute, Ah, I will come back after I send my seniors.
Although I don't know who you two are, I still feel nervous.
It's okay, I'll just take a taxi.Who is it if it’s not a mother?
That's right, what else can I give it? We took it and left together.Zheng Xiangdong burped, and he seemed to be standing beside his mother.
It’s not a problem that delays Secretary Chen. If an old man agrees, how can he accept it?
At this time, the car is not easy to fight, and it is also icy and snowy.
Before the old man could finish speaking, Niu Xiuqin smiled.
In the sudden white light, the camera swayed rhythmically, but the huge friction finally disappeared.
Carved wooden chairs, carved strips, and white heating cabinets, which are pulled closer and pushed farther away.
There are also women's plump thighs wearing leather pants, which fill the entire picture several times.
Of course this leg belongs to Niu Xiuqin.
To Ah, you're welcome, they're all old friends. Chen Jianjun said while walking, just to let Director Niu suffer.
Let’s see if there is a car, let’s talk about it if there is no car.My mother smiled, and seemed to walk towards the door.
How can I put Secretary Chen here alone?
The middle-aged female voice, who was as plump as abalone, burst into laughter, Fenglan, don’t you go along with Director Niu, just wait with Secretary Chen for a while, why don’t I stay?
There was another burst of laughter.
I really don't understand what's so beautiful, I suspect that these people just ate shit.
But the controversy fell silent in this laughter.
After the bustling greetings and footsteps, the surroundings became quiet.
This Li Suqin, that mouth!After a long time, Chen Jianjun said.
There is no mother's voice.
Go back to the house and sit down.Chen Jianjun walked over and stopped after a few steps, Feng Lan?
My mother seemed to sigh for a long sigh, and there was a thud.
Look at you, the door is not closed!
Chen Jianjun walked towards the door again.
Suddenly, he smiled obscenely, and his mother smacked her lips.
Chen Jianjun closed the door lightly, but there was a clang, just like the sound of his footsteps.
The mother did not sit down. She flashed past the camera, as if leaning on the windowsill.
Have some more drinks?
Chen Jianjun appeared in the camera, with blue jeans.
The sound of pouring wine.
The rest is also a waste.As he said so, he walked towards the windowsill.Why do you always carry a bag?Let go!
OK!In the rustling sound, my mother suddenly said.
What's wrong? Chen Jianjun's voice is low. Why did I make my aunt angry again?
You really... the words turned into a sigh.With a light bang, she should have put the bag down.
Really don't drink it?The jeans were also leaning against the windowsill, and his legs crossed, posing in a casual position.
Mother has no voice.
If I don't drink, I'll drink it.Hahaha.Chen Jianjun sighed exaggeratedly.
No one spoke for a long time.
What are you doing!My mother suddenly twitched.The floor slammed.
Nothing, I just miss you.
Tsk.
It's been two months.
I really don't know what's in your mind all day long.My mother spoke a little anxious.
It's all you, what else can you be?
As he said this, Chen Jianjun took a deep breath.
With a harsh sound, a pair of plump red butts suddenly appeared in sight.
Mother exclaimed softly.
I couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair.
My mother rarely has brightly colored clothes, and this big red pants seem to be only one in my mind.
That year, the bell-bottom pants and wide belts were popular. Although I couldn't appreciate the fancy wide belt (she said it was like Shanzao Melon), my mother had a special liking for bell-bottom pants, and she had several pairs of them. This big red bell-bottom pants should have been bought in Tianjin.
But at this moment, it was held in Chen Jianjun's hand and kneaded freely.
Why are you like an old fried dough stick?Grit your teeth.The mother clamped the pig's claws and tried to break free.
Just the old fried dough sticks, I'm sticky and you've been a day or two.The sick pig made a signature laugh and his right hand flexibly dodged.
Chen Jianjun!
arrive!
Slap, the pig claw slapped the butt.
Then, Chen Jianjun took his mother into his arms and simply pierced his buttocks with both hands. He knew where he put the wine glass.
Mother called out.
The sick pig broke open, closed, and rubbed.
Exaggerated breathing sound.
Do you loosen?
Don't worry, it's not that I've said it, all the photos have been processed.
release.
What are you afraid of? Even the camera is smashed!Besides, the sick pig is breathing, how can she do to me?
Can you spare me, Chen Jianjun?
I always ask me to spare you, the sick pig is smiling, then let’s say something nice, huh?As he said this, he clapped his fat buttocks with his right hand.
Tsk.
I stick my butt up, beg me, I will forgive you.This is so stupid and realistic.
My mother didn't say anything.
Fenglan.
Chen Jianjun seemed to be close to his cheek and even touched his mother's mouth.
I can't say it well, either.
The round curve twisted like a ball of fire, making my mouth dry.
The high heels rubbed on the floor, and occasionally creaked, as if something had pierced the eardrum.
In this case, the wail of the sick pig is of course suddenly, but it is as exaggerated as ever.
He let go of his hand and jumped with one foot.
My mother walked to the table and took a chair and sat down.
It was indeed the bell-bottom pants, with a dark green short down jacket on the upper body, which I was still wearing last year.
Chen Jianjun bent his back and moaned for a while.
My mother sat upright, breathing lightly.
Broken, broken toes!Finally, Chen Jianjun squeezed out a sentence.
It's broken.It's cold.
Oh my god, really.The sick pig groaned again.
Mother whispered and crossed her legs.
Fenglan.The sick pig drooped his head and was still humming.
True or fake?
Chen Jianjun just hummed.
The mother stood up half-believingly and walked towards the windowsill.
Unfortunately, just as he approached, Chen Jianjun suddenly stretched out his pig's claws and hugged her waist, and laughed loudly at the same time.
The mother turned around and was able to shake off his hand, and then jumped out of the camera in a few steps.
After a while, she returned to the chair.
Chen Jianjun sat on the ground against the wall, still smiling.
Niu Xiuqin captured half of his face, and to be honest, tears flowed out.
Neuropathy.
It took Chen Jianjun to wipe his tears, put on his glasses, and stood up.He gasped nervously, and I guess it was the sequelae of laughter.
Fenglan.He chuckled and approached.
No one is joking with you.
Chen Jianjun stood firm, squatted down, and rubbed his hands on his mother's legs.He just stared at his mother, motionless.Nasolabial folds are extremely clear in front of the lens.
No one spoke for a while.I don't know what the hell is, but it must be too exaggerated.
Finally, my mother cried.She twisted her body, and the fleshy butt that had expanded on the chair also twisted.
I don't believe you won't laugh.Chen Jianjun laughed victoriously, rubbing his mother's thighs while laughing.
OK OK, go there.The mother moved her legs and tried to push Chen Jianjun's hand away.But the latter refused to give in and simply pressed his face on.
Start to open.
Mother tickled.
But it was just a squeak in vain.
The pig's head was on its thigh for a while. At first, it was honest, but later it made a despicable inhalation sound. The pig's claws also started working left and right, rubbing the edge of the thigh and hips.
OK, OK.My mother took a breath and twisted her butt easily.She seemed to want to remove the pig's head, but she was unable to start.Finally, she twisted the pig's ears.
So Chen Jianjun shouted exaggeratedly.When he stood up, he smiled and said: Touch.
Mother tsk and crossed her legs again.
Just touch it.
You don't look at this place either?The mother seemed to have turned her face, but she did not get up and leave.
No one dares to come in, it will take at least an hour for the old cow to come in.Chen Jianjun's voice was very low, furry, making his throat itchy.
You can be a little bit positive... Before my mother finished speaking, Chen Jianjun grabbed her hand, and his bulging crotch flashed in front of the camera.
Hard or not?The sound is even lower.
Mother cried.As Chen Jianjun let go of her hand, she immediately bowed, moved the chair back, and hugged her arms.
During this period, Chen Jianjun took off his pants with a smile, and his striped flower underwear stretched to his thighs.Hey!This guy snapped his fingers at his mother.
The mother sighed and moved her butt again.
But Chen Jianjun soon caught his hand.
What are you doing?
I don't know if it was an illusion, but her voice was trembling.
Chen Jianjun didn't answer, but just snorted.
So driven by the sick pig, the dark green arm trembled gently in front of the camera.
The noise was slight, but my mother's breath was particularly clear.
I carried a cigarette, but couldn't find a lighter.
Look at you sweating, you've taken off your down jacket.After a while, Chen Jianjun said.
Much more.My mother raised her feet, and her voice sounded like a mosquito.
Chen Jianjun smiled and snorted exaggeratedly.
You should hurry up.The mother's face seemed to be on the other side.
This is just the beginning, come on.The sick pig smiled and took off the flowery pants.
My mother whispered, her arms shaking again.Only then did I realize that Chen Jianjun had moved his hand away at some point.But I can't say why, but I'm not surprised at this.
If there is an event on New Year's Day, we will get a sing from the steel mill these days.Constipation is average, Chen Jianjun said while humming.
The mother did not answer.
Fenglan?
No need to say.
Why, I'm not allowed to say it?
Just say nothing, get done quickly.My mother put down her legs and changed her hands.
Chen Jianjun snorted exaggeratedly.
It's really hard to serve.Mother took a breath.I could hear her heavier breath.
If you are always like this, it will definitely not be easy to come out.Chen Jianjun is hilarious.
My mother seemed to have not heard it and crossed her legs again.
There was a moment when no one spoke for a minute or two, and the squeak that gradually sounded made people feel sad.
Fenglan,
No sound.
Fenglan.
What?
Please, good Fenglan.This guy always has the ability to make people get goosebumps.
You can get more and more flaws.
The sick pig smiled in a signature style.After a while, he said: Then you are busy, Ah, I, drink some more.
It's so beautiful to you.My mother suddenly stopped.
Oh, Chen Jianjun shouted exaggeratedly, "Don't look at the hard, it's a good night, aunt."
Who is the day?Mother snorted and changed hands again.I couldn't help but sniff.
Fenglan.Chen Jianjun reached out and seemed to touch his mother's face.
Tsk.
you are so Beautiful.
The mother said yo, and after a while, she said: Stay wherever you are cool.
Having said that, her hands did not stop, so even if Chen Jianjun really wanted to find a cool place to stay, it would be a bit difficult.
Of course, the sick pig smiled.
Did you hold it intently? After a while, my mother leaned back to the back of the chair and shook her hands at the same time, and her hands were sore.
Your ability is a little stronger, which makes you suffer.
The mother said with sincerity, moved the chair, and grabbed Chen Jianjun's dick again.
Then, Chen Jianjun called out.Very exaggerated, with an aria.
Bah, it's so smelly.
Mother bent down and lowered her head.
So her pretty face under her black hair appeared in the camera. I don’t know if it was too hot or other reasons, but there were red clouds on it, as if a ball of fire was burning.
I pinched the cigarette into my hand and stuffed it back, but I still couldn't find the lighter.
It's so fucking weird.
Good phoenix orchid.Chen Jianjun pushed his hips forward, his voice trembling.
It's all stinky, and I'm not afraid of biting it down.Mother straightened her waist again.
Bite, really... I will accept it too.The sick pig hums.
There was no abnormal sound, so for a moment that I thought everything I had just had was my illusion.
But the familiar body in front of me was swaying gently.
My mother leaned forward, and her butt stuck on the chair stretched out an exaggerated curve. With the inexplicable rhythm, it twisted inadvertently.
There is also the smear of flesh under the waist, against the bright red background, in the dry, cold and hard light, it is dazzlingly white.
The theater Ah, it can be decorated in just a few months, and in a few days... I will sign the contract Ah?
No bidding?My mother stopped swinging and spat.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but just smiled.
My mother spat several times, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and her right hand shook again.
After a while, she held Chen Jianjun's leg with her left hand and began to swing again.
The great comedian Chen Jianjun hummed like a vaguely high fever patient.
And my mother's breath became more and more urgent.
Occasionally, with the sound of Bu, she would even make a light sound.
It's very light, I've never heard this sound, reminding people of the misty hot air flow in the wilderness in summer.
After a while, Chen Jianjun grabbed his mother's left hand, shouted a ghost and said: If you... think about it, then let's go with the form.
The mother seemed to look up at him, gasping for breath, and not speaking.
The theater is going to fall into the hands of others, but there is nothing wrong with the drama.Chen Jianjun laughed dryly, with a bit of seriousness.
My mother still didn't say anything.
Soon, the familiar body swung again.
A few strands of hair fell on the brim of the furry hat and swayed gently.
The left hand held by Chen Jianjun also looked particularly white and petite, although the latter's hand was not black, let alone big.
Even the round thighs were wrapped in big red bell-bottom pants, showing a different fleshy feeling than before.
Everything in front of me became strangely blurred, as strange as if it was a dream.
Only the mother's voice was truly in the haze.
Breathing, breathing, a gurgling sound came from time to time, and even an occasional humming sound.
But I can't put these sounds in the exact position, and I feel like I've lost this function.
Until the man suddenly let out a strange cry, he said: Fenglan!
As if I was stabbed by a silver needle, I suddenly woke up.
The dark green arms were shaking faster and faster, and the big red butt twisted violently on the smooth chair. As my breath became more and more rapid, my mother even hummed softly.
It was at this moment that the sound of firecrackers came from my ears, crackling and indescribable funny, but I couldn't understand where it came from.
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