Chapter 82

The one who came to pick us up was a silver-gray Passat covered in mud, with a Pingyang license plate. The driver was in his thirties or forties and had a thin and smiling smile. Li Junqi introduced that he was his father's friend, so let's just say it.

He asked us if we had breakfast, and without waiting for the answer, he turned around and headed towards the Academy Road without delaying every second.

I sat in the back seat and felt that his pair of wind-catching ears were really abrupt.

Li Junqi asked what off-road was like, why did he drive out of this car?

Your dad gave it specifically.

Xiao Pingtou smiled, revealing her two slightly unrestrained front teeth, and at the same time glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

I had no choice but to laugh and look elsewhere.

The driver was less talkative, at least he would not speak actively, which made Li Junqi, who was struggling to make the talk more and more funny.

But he was good in Mandarin and could hardly hear any accent. I once thought he was from Pingyang, but I didn't want him to say that we were fellow Pinghai people. I spoke a few Pinghai dialects, and he replied a few more times, and in a blink of an eye he said that he was from the mountain.

The so-called "On the Mountain" refers to 422.

I went back to Pinghai early on Sunday to take Li Junqi's ride.

It’s not that you want to save the travel expenses, but since he sincerely invites you, you’re embarrassed to refuse forcibly.

On November 11th, Friday, it took a whole morning to complete the on-site confirmation. As soon as I came out of the comprehensive building, I met Li Junqi on the small bridge in the middle of the lake in Donghu.

Naturally, we talked about the postgraduate entrance examination, and he said that we are really a pair of brothers.

This is a bit exaggerated, because he is a graduate student, and his major is not only free from the torture of public courses, but also the art master, in addition to art theory, professional courses mainly take practical examinations.

What is practice?

The masterpieces at the exhibition are practice.

So I said he was easy to get it.

He was humble and said that it was indeed easier compared to us. After that, he asked me which school I took.

I have a big statement.

He dumbfounded and asked me why I didn’t take the exam for Li Queru’s fucking graduate school.

I said Lao He didn't want to accept it.

He laughed and thwarted me, saying that there were still two months left, and some of them were busy.

I said there is no hurry, it is not too late to go home for two days to rest.

He asked me when I would leave and said he would go home to get a few paintings, and some sketches from the summer vacation were there.

The sky is clear and the rain is almost impossible to see. Li Junqi wants to send it home to me, but I said I can just put it in Pinghai Square.

When passing by Fengwu Art School, the fellow villager said he wanted to go in and take a look, so he went in and took a look.

I invited Xiao Pingtou to go with him, but he said yes, but he didn't follow.

It was the weekend, and the campus was empty, and there were only two children jumping around on the basketball court, with the sound of the ball hitting one after another, loud but empty.

There are people in the body classroom on the third floor, and they should be all interested classes, chattering and babbling. However, the parents in the corridor seem to have more artistic talent.

And it is obvious that the dance class is twice as many as the opera class next door.

The school started this fall, and the Pingju class recruited three classes, each with about 20 students, and the number of students was OK, but they were older, and they were basically at the top of the thirteenth and fourteenth. My mother said that strictly speaking, the best study time has been missed, but it is better than nothing. After all, the apprenticeship era is gone forever.

In comparison, dance, instrumental music, performance and other things are much more popular. Many junior high school students with a dream of stardom have squeezing their heads and running here, even with their parents on their backs. This spirit is not much more exciting than those who threatened to go to Shaolin Temple.

Interest classes are even more popular, and parents often come to consult in groups, which makes the school’s main and side jobs difficult to tell the difference.

In addition to professional courses, there are also cultural courses. After all, it is a technical secondary school, so you must have some meaning in Chinese, mathematics and English.

After swaying around, Li Junqi said that the changes here are so big. I was surprised that he had been here. I had been here once. This fellow villager tried hard to stand up. The opposite side was the second vocational high school. When he lived in Gaozhuang, he helped students run outside and turned back to Pinghai Square. Look, the black one was the second vocational high school who was studying martial arts at the second vocational high school, and the white one was the Pingju School who sang opera.

As he said this, he burst into laughter, and the hair on his chin was somewhat inappropriate.

He said that there have been regulations prohibiting students from going off-campus exercise for a long time, and his mother has received reports many times, but she has no choice.

At this point, I realized what he was talking about. Two days ago, 21 teachers and students in Qinyuan, Shanxi were crushed to death by heavy trucks during morning exercises on the road. This caused a national discussion, but when it comes to this, to be honest, I really don’t know what to say.

Fortunately, Li Junqi spoke again and asked my mother if she was also a teacher. I nodded and said that his mother was from the Education Bureau, and she had been there for many years.

I know, I said, I have been to our school and wore a sky blue suit.

Remember Ah?

I smiled.

He said he fucked back and quit.When he said this, he grabbed a piece of holly leaf.

No way, how could you retreat?Zhang Shuxian is in her early fifties, but what do you have to do with me?

It’s not easy to do. Do you think officials are easy to be a good person, so you can take a break from it.

I didn't say anything, just nodded.

When passing by the basketball court, Li Junqi grinned again, saying that there are now rigid regulations, civil servants avoid jobs, and it is not easy to do anyway. After retiring, he will take advantage of his legs and feet and go wherever he wants.

In the strong sunshine, he rubbed the beads on his wrist and rubbed his eyes with a smile.

I wanted to keep them for a meal, but the driver waved his hand and said he was rushing up the mountain.

Before leaving, Li Junqi asked me when I would go back to school and said I would not be in a hurry to leave. There would be an event in Pinghai Cultural Palace in two days. Several classmates in his yard would attend, and Chen Chen would probably come too.

Even though I don't know anything about the event, I still say: You've made a name for yourself.

I went to the Cultural Complex first, but there was no one there.

There were sparse audiences in the theater, and two people were wearing green coats and were talking crosstalk.

As for the basement, I just started eating and I happened to catch up with it.

In addition to the boxed lunch, I also made a pot of shredded pork soup, which was quite moist.

My mother had long been planning to build a kitchen in the theater yard, but unfortunately, she didn't have any place to violate the rules. Now she has been customizing it with a small restaurant for many years.

Naturally, I rushed back like the wind. My mother was surprised. She thought I didn’t review it well and ran away again.

I said what happened to relax for two days.

She glanced at me and said, then relax and go back and review it.

There was a burst of laughter around me. Everyone said it would be better to be a student, and it would be fun to play.

My mother also laughed and asked if I heard it.

I heard it, but what else can I do besides burying my head and sucking my head?

She tsk and told me to eat slowly, while frowning at the same time.

My mother's eyebrows are very shaped, thick and straight, and naturally have a single-line eyebrows. Now she has thinned and has a long eyebrows and a light and low end. I always feel much more charming.

Qingxia asked her how her eyebrows looked and said she recommended it to her.

My mother chuckled, took a spoon and sipped the soup without saying a word.

I chewed the food and said it was very good, but unfortunately I couldn't speak clearly, and I don't know if they heard it.

After the meal, she returned home. Grandma was very happy and got up to make me a meal. I said she had eaten in the troupe, so she pulled her face down again.

After taking a nap and getting up and going online for a while, Chen Yao said that Dabo treats to fat sheep today, and some people are really lucky.

She was right, so angry that I wanted to pee.

After that, I peeled two apples in the living room. Grandma blamed me for not knowing to go home as soon as I left. I said I had just returned from Eleven.

As my mother said, she is always a little Alzheimer's disease now.

When I returned to the study, the QQ folder suddenly popped out of my head. When I sat in front of the computer with my silk, I felt my hands were a little weak.

This machine should rarely be used by mothers, but the folders are not empty. The group files are all water-filled pictures. There are several short dance videos from last year in the video folder. I don’t know if it is considered a teaching film. Anyway, they are all white Europeans and Americans dancing, tap dance, jazz dance, Latin dance, national standard ballroom dance, and rumba and tango. We can’t tell the difference.

When I opened C2C, my heart sank instantly. Apart from a few cartoon expressions and a city night view, there were six or seven male reproductive organs lined up in a row.

The resolution is very high, 1600×1200, and the first few pictures are all shot upwards. It may be an angle problem. The blue veins are bulging and look majestic, but they are overexposed. The right half seems to be covered with holy light, but the black hair on the testicles is extremely clear.

The last one is a downward shot. The dick is very long, the glans is on the table, and it is purple and red. The black and white sneakers on the feet are vaguely visible in the blurred background. This person has abdominal muscles, and the possibility of a young person is relatively high in terms of skin color.

This set of pictures was generated between 5:13 and 5:19 pm on December 3 last year. As for whether it is a selfie or an online picture, I can't say it.

Just like last time, I can't think of any kind of friend who would send my mother such a photo.

The apple is a little sour and the gums are faintly itchy. I wonder how my grandma eats it.

Even though there is only a Pingyang postmark on the kraft paper bag, I still believe that the DVD with blue light is the postgraduate entrance examination material, otherwise what else can it be?

In the middle of the night, in the rumbling rain, I jumped out of the bed and tried it on the Lenovo master's machine, but the optical drive was not used.

A few people struggled for a while, but it still couldn't.

Of course, it took not long for a while, and I was busy playing games, so I didn’t have the time to study any postgraduate entrance examination materials for you.

The rain stopped on Saturday, so I took advantage of the break from self-study to go to the Internet cafe.

Fortunately, there were few people in the early morning, and they changed four or five machines in a row before they could barely find an optical drive that worked.

I sat down and took a few puffs of cigarettes. I almost jumped up in fear. There was a 2 in ISO...

3G vb file, clicking on it is a surveillance video, the pixels are not high, but the mosaic men with their legs raised on the large bed, wine cabinet, curtains, sofas, round wooden tables and recliners are still clearly visible. The key is that no matter what this is, it will definitely not be a bullshit postgraduate entrance examination information.

He dragged it back a lot, the man turned his back to the camera, naked, half riding on a bare butt, and his crotch was thrusting slowly.

Of course, he was a woman, kneeling on the bed, with black hair slid over his shoulders, and fat and white hips, which was very eye-catching in the dim picture.

I immediately sweated, looked around and dragged it twice quickly, then turned off the machine and exited, and changed to a VIP card.

Thinking about it now, I was probably confused that morning.

As mentioned above, this is a surveillance video, with a maximum of 400,000 pixels. The upper right corner of the screen shows the date: 02/06/03, and the upper left corner is the time that is constantly changing. At first, the moment when the mosaic man spreads his legs and scratches his egg, the time is 14:55:31.

After scratching the egg, he smelled it, then leaned back to the back of the chair and continued to smoke.

The so-called smoke is very thick, so it may be more accurate to call it a cigar.

The shooting angle was from top to bottom, and the first thing was the big hotel bed. There were two single sofas and a maroon wooden table on the left side of the bed. On the wooden table were a bottle of wine, a goblet, a colorful rectangular box and a glass ashtray. The ashtray was filled with some ashes that the mosaic man would bounce in every ten seconds. To be honest, the recliner was on the left diagonal of the big bed. If it weren't for his long arms, it wouldn't be easy to bounce the ashes.

Of course, the ash is invisible. I just think that since he has ejected, there should be ash.

The man's left is a wine cabinet with a glass compartment, which is dazzling and luxurious. The back should be a wall, after all, the ivory curtains have been exposed.

The carpet is brown and off-white, like a piece of coffee that has not melted in milk, which always makes me feel sticky.

In addition, there is a laptop computer with a cover on the bed, a dark blue backpack standing on the sofa, a white pillow, lying on the floor.

After vomiting about a dozen unformed cigarette rings, the man suddenly bounced up, walked to the table, and pressed out the cigarette in the ashtray. He twisted his body and took less than two steps. He quickly returned and poured some wine, and turned his head down and became stuffed.

He was wearing a pair of linen shorts, naked and very thin, but he still had some muscles, even if it was vague and couldn't see clearly.

Afterwards, the mosaic man walked out of the picture, but within two seconds he hurried back, pinched the remote control and pressed it wildly, and said something to the camera.

It was then that I suddenly realized that there was a sound in this surveillance camera.

I just happened to wear headphones and myself. What he said was "I'm anxious about?" Mandarin, rumbling, and a sharp and burr-like noise, but it was indeed a sound.

Soon, a woman's moan came from the headphones, and the pig was screaming. It took me a while to hear what she said: Yes!Yes!Yes! At the same time, the mosaic man had returned to the table, and after fumbled on the sofa, he lit a cigar again.

The moment he came to the camera with confidence, I pulled the progress bar back.

The reason why he was called a mosaic man was of course because he had a mosaic on his face, but it can be seen that this man had a buzz cut.

During the two minutes of vomiting smoke rings, he was not hysterical, but was watching TV. It should be a racing program of the Central Five Set.

Later, there was a faint knock on the door, and he popped up. As we can see, after he had finished the screen, he disappeared from the picture.

The TV is too unrestrained and howling.

It took half a minute before a vague voice came, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, which was strange, and it sounded like a pushing iron ring, until a snap sound, and the male voice said: It's hard to find?Come here now.

This time it was like Pinghai dialect, and for some reason, my eyelids twitched.

The visitor did not respond.

Then the buzz cut entered the screen, he fucked his pocket with one hand, and sat on the recliner with a big swing.

Then there were two sudden clatters, and unexpectedly, the woman was exposed to the camera, with a white shirt, suit skirt, black stiletto heels, and her hair tied behind her head. From the back, she had a slim waist and fat buttocks, and a very good figure. She also had a mosaic on her face.

The buzz cut was lying on the recliner chair and smoking. In the middle, he tried to hold his feet up on the table. After choking, he gave up.

The woman stood by the bed with her hands hanging down, still motionless.

No one spoke for two or three minutes, but the one in the pornographic film kept calling.

Later, the man stood up and pressed out the cigar (just like last time, half left), and poured half a glass of wine.

He asked the woman if she wanted to come, but the latter didn't say anything, so he coughed on his own and sat back on the recliner.

Two minutes later, the buzz cut rubbed his eyes and said: Why are you always looking at me?

The woman finally made a move. She grabbed the bag on her shoulder and turned around and left.Seeing her coming towards the camera, I felt a little panicked for no reason.

The man bounced up from the recliner with a whistle, took two steps and stopped again. The wine poured all over the floor. He looked at his hand and howled: Don’t regret it!

Perhaps it was a sound quality problem. This voice sounded sharp like a grudge, and the sound was a little out of sync, and the sound was slightly slower than the picture.

The footsteps disappeared.

The buzz cut took two steps forward, as if he was breathing gently.

After a few seconds, the footsteps sounded again and disappeared again.

The buzz cut took a big sip of wine, and he put his hands on his hips, and his ribs seemed to be clearly distinguished.

The woman soon returned to the picture, and I only heard two footsteps, like a chord, with a silk tremolo.

When he passed by the man, he reached out and patted the butt of the suit skirt. It was obvious that he was very proud and his head shaking funnyly. This guy was not small, even with a hunched back, he was a head taller than the woman.

The woman had no reaction, so she walked straight to the bed, put her bag down, and when the man turned around and seemed to be about to come over, she quickly hit the lower left corner of the screen and disappeared.

The man raised his face and raised his hand in the direction where she disappeared, and finally let it go again.

Then, he snuggled around the house for a while, and then focused on the woman's bag.

This is a burgundy medium-sized bag, with a bad color. As for the style, I don’t know anything, let alone I can’t see it clearly in the video.

I remember my mother also had a burgundy bag, which may be placed in some corners and can be taken out occasionally. Who knows?

I feel that my thoughts are too active and there is no need.

The buzzer put the goblet on the ground, squatting beside the bed like a thief, and studied it on the bag for a while.

I could vaguely see him taking out some small things from it, looking very interested, this guy is a bit addicted.

The good times didn't last long. He began to stuff things into his bag in a hurry, arched his back with his butt, and glanced out of the picture from time to time.

The moment the woman appeared, he barely sat down on the recliner, picked up the remote control, and changed several units at will.

Thankfully, the pigs on TV finally stopped.

Unfortunately, the wine glass is still on the ground.

The woman obviously saw it, but she didn't say anything.

She was wrapped in a bathrobe and barefoot, standing in the middle of the picture without moving.

There should be a news program on TV, which talks about the first time the Three Gorges Dam is storing water. The host's voice sounds extremely strange.

The man complained that it took so long to take a shower, and then he turned over a purple gauze-like thing from the sofa and let the woman wear it.

Of course, he didn't say that, but just threw it on the bed beside the woman. This thing was too light and it was barely successful after throwing it twice in a row.

The woman was indifferent.

The man said: Put it on!

The woman was still indifferent.

The man climbed onto the bed and reached out to pull it.

The woman struggled to avoid it, but she didn't want you to go back and forth, and her bathrobe was pulled away and half pulled.

In an instant, my breasts jumped out, and they looked a little droopy from the side, but their nipples were erect and large in size, between C and D. However, I have limited experience, and I am not an expert, just talking nonsense.

It’s a bit vulgar to say something as white as cream, but the woman’s skin is indeed very white, and it’s not obvious just by looking at her arms. Now her chest is white and dazzling.

There was a little soft flesh on my waist, but it was still very thin, which made my butt sticking under my bathrobe swell.

Is there any end to you?The woman yelled.Clamping his fist with his right hand.My breasts shook.If I remember correctly, this is the first time she made a voice in the video.

The man knelt on the bed, raised his hand and rubbed his face, but didn't say anything.The mosaic covered half of the recliner behind him.

What kind of cover is sold on TV? Even Li Qi's voice sounds sharp, and the ending sound is sizzling.

The woman sighed, pulled her bathrobe, and looked up at the TV.

At this moment, the buzz cut pounced on it, his face buried in his chest and rubbed it. He put his left hand on his waist, and soon moved down and grabbed his right hip leopard even though he was slim even through the bathrobe.

The woman instinctively exclaimed, struggled for a few times before stopping. She half-kneeled on the bed, her upper body straightened, her left hand pressed on the man's shoulder, and her right hand was stiff, probably because she didn't know where to put it.

I felt uncomfortable when I looked at this position, like an ice competition event, but the buzz cut was addicted to it, arching between the two breasts, and maybe even arched left and right, but he didn't make any sound from beginning to end.

The two claws were not idle either. They pinched their thin waist with their right hand and kneaded their hips with their left hand, and began to slap the fat piece of meat. It was like shooting a basketball. It was mechanical, nervous, orderly, and the strength might not be loud, but the sound was inexplicably loud. I even had to take off my headphones to see if it was released.

The man's fingers were slender, and he was not much more nervous than me. He only had two rings on his left hand, which was very stupid.

For two minutes, the woman was stammering her neck without making any sound. Her left buttocks showed a little satin finish of red underwear, which was smooth, fleshy and round. Between the rise and fall of her palms, it reflected a bright color under the light.

It was not until the hand reached into her underwear and started to touch her that she screamed like a spasm: OK!

The man was probably very tired, and he turned the woman down on the bed with a flip. He looked at his left hand, raised his arm to wipe his forehead, and then rubbed his hair on the bulging tent, saying something about his hair, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The woman clamped her legs and kept her breasts open, without saying a word.

Or just wear this and choose it yourself.The buzz cut looked around and probably looked for the purple gauze. Strangely, it disappeared in the picture and I couldn't find it.

After a few seconds, the woman sat up, took off her bathrobe, and then dripped her hair off.

She is indeed very white, with a long neck, wearing red briefs on her lower body, and her thighs are plump and round.

The hair is long, not far from the waist, not too far from the navel.

After putting her hairpin down, she lay down again.

At this moment, the buzz cut pulled off his shorts. The dick was very blurry, but it was sticking straight, probably not small. He stroked it twice, scratched the egg skin, and then reached it between his nose and sniffed it.

As soon as the woman was lying down, he stepped over the laptop like a toad and knelt down to the pillow. Yes, he was holding his dick to lean into the woman's mouth.

The woman hurriedly turned her face away.

The buzz cut didn't say anything, and he held his hips tightly, and at the same time he reached out and grabbed one of his breasts.

The woman dodged left and right, and finally had to turn over and sit up, and seemed to have been stabbed a few times on her face.

Maybe she was really annoyed. She pinched her buzz cut and said: Can you still do it?!

The buzz head almost jumped up with a headache. He fucked several times and bent down for a long time. He scattered his anger on his laptop and rudely carried it onto the sofa.

It's over, he said in Mandarin: What to pretend?

The woman ignored him, leaned half on the head of the bed, and hugged her arms.Unfortunately, my breasts are not only not covered, but they are becoming more and more attractive.

The mosaic man picked up half of the cigar (it didn't ignite it) and flipped through the dark blue backpack for a long time. I thought he would take out some big killer, but there was nothing wrong.

When he returned to the bed, he pulled away his plump thighs and went up to smell them. Then, he looked up at the woman.

The latter did not respond.

He smelled it again, as if he was rubbing it through his underwear.

The woman clamped her legs.

Instead of stopping, the man's hand became faster and faster, until he was kicked in the arm more than ten seconds later.

I have something to do!

The woman got up, her chest was undulating, and the sound of gasping sounded like the wind.

Then, she took off her underwear, folded it against her, and pressed it under the pillow.

The man knelt straight on, as if he was smiling, but the sound didn't sound very much.

Before the woman could lie down, he held her legs and dragged her to force apart. The woman's head knelt on the bed, and couldn't help but exclaim, "I bet this idiot did it on purpose."

I just opened my thighs and looked at it for a while, and then stroked my dick with my buzz and got up.

But the woman immediately sat up with her legs.

The college entrance examination reform is being discussed on TV, saying that starting from July to June, experts have come out to demonstrate the benefits of this design, and I can't help but fuck it when I hear it.

This time it went smoothly. He climbed onto the bed, spread his legs apart, and stabbed it in.

After seven or eight minutes of work, the woman turned her face away and never made a sound. The man sometimes straightened his back, sometimes arched his back, and sometimes leaned on the woman to arch his breasts. He stroked his long hair, and even buried his face obsessively, breathing in the rumbling background sound, listening to the air leakage sound of a pressure cooker.

Looking at the two people lying and kneeling, lying and kneeling, having sex in the blurry picture, I suddenly felt absurd. I didn't know where I got so much energy to care so much about two people I didn't know. Perhaps this question really couldn't stand the scrutiny. Almost instantly, I felt inexplicably uneasy like the stench of plastic everywhere in Internet cafes, pouring my head down.

I quickly lit a cigarette.

The classic Nokia ringtone rang at least twenty times. Even the audience, I, was impatient, and finally got up and got out of bed.

After calling for five or six minutes, he walked around the house and had to strode his dick from time to time.

In most cases, the other party is saying that he wants to speak out simply because he has no time, knows, is upset or fucks.

During the whole process, the woman lay on her side, not moving, including when the man slapped her butt in the middle.

After throwing the phone down, he grabbed his legs and dragged the woman to the right corner of the big bed, and then slapped her on her fat butt, probably signaling her to change her position.

The woman raised her head and didn't move.

The buzz cut forced her over, then sucked her waist and made her butt stick out.

Then, he stepped on the bed with his left foot and his right foot between the woman's legs. After arching his butt a few times, he began to thrust his hips slowly.

So there was a slap in the headphones, sometimes high and sometimes low, intermittently, until two minutes later, Nokia started screaming again.

Just like last time, one sound after another, monotonous and shrill, he didn't answer.Instead, put down your left leg, put on your right leg, jammed your slender waist, and fucked it hard.

The upper body of the buzz cut is not strong, and the hips are even tighter, which makes the butt in front of him look bigger. When he arches his body and hits him again and again, the white flesh becomes cheap.

These sounds were too noisy to my ears.

After about a dozen strokes, the woman screamed in a vague way. Her face should be buried in the bed, and only her feet under the camera shook with the rhythm.

As if he was encouraged, the man also shouted, and he raised his face and did not stop the impact of his body because the ringtone disappeared.

At that moment I even wondered if I could do it as fast as him.

The storm lasted for about twenty seconds. The woman screamed several times in the loud bang. Later, as the dick slipped out, she lay on the bed.

The buzz cut also reached its physical strength limit. He was overwhelmed with his waist and was out of breath. He was like an athlete who scored a penalty kick, and he tossed and turned back and forth in front of the camera several times.

When the opening of "News Sixteen O'clock" sounded, the buzz cut finally stopped breathing. He walked behind the woman, put it on, and arched it several times. Needless to say, this image was extremely ugly.

After about ten seconds, he probably went in. He just had his legs twitched and stood up.

Perhaps it was because of this position that was uncomfortable, or it was a premonition of myocardial infarction. After a few strokes, he climbed up on the bed.

Next, he walked back and forth in front of the camera, tilted his head, flipped his waist, and improvised the condom. Maybe he really regarded himself as an athlete.

The woman stretched her legs and seemed to be about to turn over.

The man said something as he approached, then took his waist and helped her up.

It's kneeling and crawling again.

The woman didn't say anything, her hair slid over her shoulders, covering her breasts on her ribs.

The man bowed his back and spread his fat buttocks in front of him with both hands. At the same time, he whistled. Then, without any warning, he raised his hand and slapped the buttocks.

The woman obviously shook, a little dissatisfied.

However, the second and third ones greeted her...

Until the tenth time I didn't know, it was very loud, louder than the collision just now, and it became louder and louder. The woman was struggling, pressed her waist, and when she kicked her legs, knelt on the bed, and shouted, "I'm crazy about you, my buzz cut raised her head and raised her waist again.

I think he laughed, but couldn't hear it.

My butt was naturally red, especially the left buttocks. Maybe the woman's skin was too white, and she looked at her faintly and felt a little shocking.

Soon, the man helped her up again and fished her towards the edge of the bed.

The woman looked back and didn't say anything.

The man approached and poked it a few more times, in and out, and then suddenly, he pulled the condom off.

He threw it down casually, just on the pillow.

I couldn't help feeling disgusted.

It took about two or three more times before the woman realized something. She turned around, kicked her legs, struggled to get up, but was held firmly.

I could only hear a low growl, and then there was no sound, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The man's back was half-arched, his legs stretched straight, and his pace became faster and faster. The goblets on the side were thrusting and thrusting to the ground.

So in an instant, the red wine disappeared on the brown carpet and evaporated.

Within a minute, the buzz cut was pressed against his fat buttocks and at the last moment he hummed like a pig being slaughtered.

The woman vaguely screamed twice. After more than ten seconds, she pushed away the air-like Marseille shell man, covered her crotch and quickly disappeared into the lower left corner of the picture.

After a while, the man turned over and rolled onto the bed.

Back to the picture, the woman was basically dressed neatly, and even washed and dried her hair. She picked up her hair clip and tied her hair up, then took out her underwear from under the pillow, and put it on in panic.

I thought the mosaic man would take the opportunity to harass him, but he didn't want him to just smoke honestly in bed, without even saying anything.

It is worth mentioning that this person holds his cheek with one hand and holds an ashtray, and his posture is very ecstatic.

Before this, he poured two glasses of wine, took a few sips by himself, and searched on the bed. As for what he was looking for, he knew, but in the end he gave up.

While the woman was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing stockings, the news said that the Beijing SARS Prevention and Control Command had been cancelled a few days ago.

The mosaic man said: No, Pingyang has new cases now.

He seemed to be telling the woman, and even said something to please him, but the woman ignored him.

He rubbed his eyes and stopped talking.

Only then did I realize that this guy was holding a cigarette in his left hand.

The woman quickly put on her high heels, picked up her bag, walked two steps, turned over a mask from inside, and put it on.

The man said: What's the hurry? Just fuck it again!

mandarin.

The woman walked straight out, just like she didn't hear it.

After a long time, the mosaic man pressed out the cigarette butt and turned over. He seemed to say in Pinghai dialect, "Go away, but it seems that there is no one."

The video was about an hour and a half, but it made me spend the whole morning.

After reading it, I ran back to the dormitory in the rain and turned it out. The recipient's column was indeed me, and the school, college, department, class, and name were all correct.

Those words are the same as the Arabic numerals on the CD, very sophisticated.

I thought about several possibilities, but my heart was surging, and I became more anxious.

That feeling might be like this moment.

Chen Yao asked me on QQ when I would go back to school. I said as soon as possible. She said don’t forget. I said I knew. Of course she was referring to sugar pancakes.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the troupe office to check my computer, and the QQ folder was still empty.

I can't say whether this is good or bad, and I can't even tell whether I am worried or not and seek trouble.

We drank with the dudes at night, and four people came. Everyone looked gray and didn't seem to be in a good mood.

It was not until later when talking about military ranks and other things that someone mentioned Lao Chongde, and his past laughter returned to his face.

After hearing them spray for a while, I realized something was wrong. After asking, I realized that Lao Chongde was dead. In everyone's words, I said: I'm really burping this time!

you do not know?They asked.

I really don't know.

It is reported that Lao Chongde died in mid-October, either on the 18th, 19th, 20th, or on the 21st. Anyway, they said that he was dead!

The sugar-oiled pancakes were fried by my mother in the middle of the night. It’s not that I don’t want to bring them, but that this thing is really not delicious when it cools down.

Of course, I'm just talking about it. After all, I haven't eaten it for seven years. Chen Yao is more authoritative than me.

After dinner, I went back to the dormitory and heard someone shouting that X Dajun was under double supervision before he could enter.

X Dajun should be the deputy general manager and deputy secretary of the Party Committee of Urban Investment. He used to be the head of the Department of Economics and Management School of our school, and his photos were probably posted in the alumni records.

I asked if it was true or not, but I couldn't tell it, so I don't know if it was true or not.

When I went out of the toilet, I turned my face and saw the kraft paper bag on the bed, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

At this time, the lower bunk opened his mouth and he said: By the way, you brought the email back from the yard next door.