Selling the body has become the norm in the lives of these two women
Some people like to have a coquettish and beautiful young woman like Song Min, while others like Xiaoyun, who has a big belly but is a girl-like pregnant woman
Although Song Min is a pity Xiaoyun's experience, when she returns to life, she still has to coax the pure Xiaoyun to spread her legs to the client and make a few dollars while she is pregnant.
Not long after Xiaoyun moved in, Song Min regretted it a little
She felt that Xiaoyun was very long-winded sometimes and had nagging that was not as good as her age, but then she thought, without Xiaoyun, who would she talk to?
Men are bastards, and they can't believe each one
Xiaoyun often hides in the house and peeps around when Song Min picks up customers
It has been several times. When Song Min reaches orgasm, she just happened to collide with Xiaoyun's sight.
While twisting her waist like a snake, she hugged the client tightly and touched his fat belly, she stared at her coldly and passionately as she stroking her eyes.
Therefore, Xiaoyun's heart has been beating wildly for no reason recently and her whole body is getting hot
She always felt that Song Min's eyes were like a swaying water plant, teasing the place where she peed. Thinking of this, Xiaoyun felt that she wanted to pee again.
She turned her head in panic and ran into the toilet, sitting on the cold toilet, but only peed a few drops of urine
At night, she and Song Min were lying on the same bed. She always wanted to get closer, but her stomach always conveyed her behavior to Song Min first.
Don't use your belly to push me away, get away
Get away? How can she get away? Is it not okay if she wants to get closer to her?
When Xiaoyun was fucked by a fat middle-aged man, she stared at his beer belly confusedly, fucking her side and singing in a panting voice, but she was thinking about other things in her heart
She remembered how Song Min was when she injected heroin. Perhaps her blood vessels could hardly swell, so she started to hit the inner side of her thigh
Xiaoyun looked openly at her wearing only a pair of lace panties and bra, lying on the sofa, tremblingly inserted the needle into the flesh. As the milky white liquid was pushed into her body, her eyes gradually turned white, and a long sigh echoed gently in the empty room.
That place should look the same as hers, Xiao Yun thought
She saw the thin and soft hair exposed from the edge of the panties, which wrapped around her plump vagina, and her slender legs slowly changed from straight to drooping
She threw away the needle, put her hand into her panties and rubbed her belly. The golden sunset hit her, highlighting a strong smell of death.
Song Min shook her feet, and the big red nail polish on her toenails flashed in front of the small clouds
Song Min's appearance reminded Xiaoyun that when she was a child, she once found a beautiful red butterfly in the vast fields.
But at that time, the red butterfly was already dying and fighting for the final struggle, with its fragile wings flapping weakly, and the crimson spots on it looked like dry blood.
The red butterfly died in the fertile land. Xiaoyun, who watched the whole process, caressed the fat sorghum leaves in melancholy. Then she pulled off a sorghum leaf, picked up the red butterfly, and walked slowly to the river bank.
She buried the red butterfly in the water. The fall and death of beautiful things was so sad. At that time, Xiaoyun buried her little face in her palm and cried, feeling that her heart seemed to have fallen into a deep pool.
Xiaoyun felt that Song Min was like the beautiful red butterfly that was about to die. Her charming and depraved aura was like poison penetrated into her fragile bone marrow, and her lifeless eyes opened wide like a pool of stagnant water
Song Min, who had been lying for a long time, began to dance in the living room. She took out the second-hand radio she bought in a small shop for half an hour. She danced casually with her bra and underwear, and followed the music. Her dance steps were light and lively, with her white little feet slightly tiptoed, like a blooming white plum blossom
Where did you come from, my friend
It's like a butterfly flying into my window
I don't know how many days I can stay
She stretched her arms, gently waved her waist, twisted her buttocks, suddenly turned her head and said lightly to Xiaoyun behind the crack in the door: How long do you have to peek?
Xiaoyun moved his gaze away at a loss, but suddenly he was patted on his stomach. Song Min pulled her hand and smiled slightly: You'll jump too
She subconsciously turned her face to look at the two beautiful pieces of flesh on Song Min's chest, but Song Min continued to sway her body lazily, stretched out her delicate voice, and sang to Xiaoyun: Where did you come from? My friend is like a butterfly flying into my window. I wonder how many days can I stay?
Xiaoyun's heart was jumping up and down in disorder, just like her shaking soft breasts and plump buttocks, Xiaoyun shrank and hid. Song Min maliciously poked her erect belly and pressed her feet with her feet.
Suddenly, Song Min patted her cheek and smirked: Is there a song that suits you very well, do you want to listen to it?
She lit her little head in a daze
Song Min changed a tape, and the melodious and sweet female voice gradually came: There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, a cloud made of rain, and the heart is full of rain, and everything is all of you...
The cloud was heartbroken in the wind, and I didn't know that it would blow to it again. Song Min sang along, and Xiaoyun's stupid expression made her unhappy: Isn't singing good?
I...I like another song
Then you sing
Song Min put her fist on her lips, and the red-faced little cloud hesitated to hold the microphone in front of her mouth, and opened her mouth lightly: Riding the wind, riding the moon, riding the worry, the flowing water clouds are you always in the middle of the night, turning into a dream sound, patting my loneliness, riding the wind, riding the moon, riding the worry, sparks, starlight, fog, you went with you yesterday, and you also went with you tomorrow, leaving Ah to stay here...
Song Min pursed her lips and said: Oh, you sing so nicely, like a lark
Xiaoyun was flattered and laughed as well
She was pulled by Song Min to dance. The messy room gradually turned into a paradise where lotus flowers were produced step by step. She smiled happily, just like flowers blooming in the spring breeze. Ah, it must be in the dream, in the dream
After a while, Song Min was tired of playing and sank on the sofa. She said to Xiaoyun lightly: Come here and help me pinch my legs.
She gently folded her slender legs and placed them on Xiaoyun's thighs
Xiaoyun felt that the outside of her thigh was squeezed by her soft buttocks, and her stomach seemed to be touched by her legs. She pinched her legs. After seeing the blue needle holes, Xiaoyun muttered: Why don't you quit that thing
It's not that simple, you can just say quit
Song Min sighed, glanced at her distressed and angry eyes, and smiled: What do you care about me? I'll think about what you should do after you give birth to the incest wild species in your belly in the future.
Have you ever given birth to a baby? What does it feel like to give birth to a baby? Xiaoyun asked her
Song Min laughed: It hurts so much that I wish I could kill all the eighteen generations of his ancestors! That day, it was so hot, and I would have to be so hot that I didn’t hurt!
Where is your husband and children?
I don't know, she shook her head without any worries, her eyes full of doubts
However, maybe she was in great interest today, so she smiled and started telling Xiaoyun stories while hooking the edge of her lace underwear.
I followed a man eight years older than me. At that time, I didn’t even reach 18 years old, and then I gave birth to a son. At first he was the boss! Later...
Speaking of this, Xiaoyun saw her eyes dimming a little. Soon, Song Min smiled innocently and charmingly, and said in a childish tone that was inconsistent with her age: I took drugs later, I had no money, and the factory also collapsed. We often quarrel, have sex after quarrel, and quarrel after quarrel, and quarrel after quarrel, and sucked a few times during this period, and repeated
So that's it
Xiaoyun kept pinching her calves, and suddenly she heard the sound of crying indifferently. The sexy and beautiful woman quietly wiped away her tears, and still couldn't stop sobbing. She sat up suddenly and buried her sad cry on the shoulders of the girl who was sympathetic.
Xiaoyun lowered her eyes and thought to herself, can such a beautiful and slutty woman crying so sad?
Crystal tears fell heavily to her breasts, the dense forest, and the thighs, like raindrops moistening the leaves
Stop crying, crying is not good for your health
Do you think I'm annoyed? Song Min raised her head and said cutely, with a few wet tears on her face
She stood up and walked into the room. Xiaoyun saw that she was shaking her snow-white buttocks, her plump buttocks were shaking with her walking movements.
She kicked open the trash can in the aisle, and the bra strap on the left slides to her elbow at the right time. The moment she closed the door, she stared at Shang Fanshui's misty eyes, and glanced at her with her eyebrows raised. It was as if she was about to dig out Xiaoyun's eyes.
Xiaoyun rubbed her abdomen and suddenly smiled shyly and mischievously, saying softly to the child in her belly: Look, is she the same as you, a child
Some people like to have a coquettish and beautiful young woman like Song Min, while others like Xiaoyun, who has a big belly but is a girl-like pregnant woman
Although Song Min is a pity Xiaoyun's experience, when she returns to life, she still has to coax the pure Xiaoyun to spread her legs to the client and make a few dollars while she is pregnant.
Not long after Xiaoyun moved in, Song Min regretted it a little
She felt that Xiaoyun was very long-winded sometimes and had nagging that was not as good as her age, but then she thought, without Xiaoyun, who would she talk to?
Men are bastards, and they can't believe each one
Xiaoyun often hides in the house and peeps around when Song Min picks up customers
It has been several times. When Song Min reaches orgasm, she just happened to collide with Xiaoyun's sight.
While twisting her waist like a snake, she hugged the client tightly and touched his fat belly, she stared at her coldly and passionately as she stroking her eyes.
Therefore, Xiaoyun's heart has been beating wildly for no reason recently and her whole body is getting hot
She always felt that Song Min's eyes were like a swaying water plant, teasing the place where she peed. Thinking of this, Xiaoyun felt that she wanted to pee again.
She turned her head in panic and ran into the toilet, sitting on the cold toilet, but only peed a few drops of urine
At night, she and Song Min were lying on the same bed. She always wanted to get closer, but her stomach always conveyed her behavior to Song Min first.
Don't use your belly to push me away, get away
Get away? How can she get away? Is it not okay if she wants to get closer to her?
When Xiaoyun was fucked by a fat middle-aged man, she stared at his beer belly confusedly, fucking her side and singing in a panting voice, but she was thinking about other things in her heart
She remembered how Song Min was when she injected heroin. Perhaps her blood vessels could hardly swell, so she started to hit the inner side of her thigh
Xiaoyun looked openly at her wearing only a pair of lace panties and bra, lying on the sofa, tremblingly inserted the needle into the flesh. As the milky white liquid was pushed into her body, her eyes gradually turned white, and a long sigh echoed gently in the empty room.
That place should look the same as hers, Xiao Yun thought
She saw the thin and soft hair exposed from the edge of the panties, which wrapped around her plump vagina, and her slender legs slowly changed from straight to drooping
She threw away the needle, put her hand into her panties and rubbed her belly. The golden sunset hit her, highlighting a strong smell of death.
Song Min shook her feet, and the big red nail polish on her toenails flashed in front of the small clouds
Song Min's appearance reminded Xiaoyun that when she was a child, she once found a beautiful red butterfly in the vast fields.
But at that time, the red butterfly was already dying and fighting for the final struggle, with its fragile wings flapping weakly, and the crimson spots on it looked like dry blood.
The red butterfly died in the fertile land. Xiaoyun, who watched the whole process, caressed the fat sorghum leaves in melancholy. Then she pulled off a sorghum leaf, picked up the red butterfly, and walked slowly to the river bank.
She buried the red butterfly in the water. The fall and death of beautiful things was so sad. At that time, Xiaoyun buried her little face in her palm and cried, feeling that her heart seemed to have fallen into a deep pool.
Xiaoyun felt that Song Min was like the beautiful red butterfly that was about to die. Her charming and depraved aura was like poison penetrated into her fragile bone marrow, and her lifeless eyes opened wide like a pool of stagnant water
Song Min, who had been lying for a long time, began to dance in the living room. She took out the second-hand radio she bought in a small shop for half an hour. She danced casually with her bra and underwear, and followed the music. Her dance steps were light and lively, with her white little feet slightly tiptoed, like a blooming white plum blossom
Where did you come from, my friend
It's like a butterfly flying into my window
I don't know how many days I can stay
She stretched her arms, gently waved her waist, twisted her buttocks, suddenly turned her head and said lightly to Xiaoyun behind the crack in the door: How long do you have to peek?
Xiaoyun moved his gaze away at a loss, but suddenly he was patted on his stomach. Song Min pulled her hand and smiled slightly: You'll jump too
She subconsciously turned her face to look at the two beautiful pieces of flesh on Song Min's chest, but Song Min continued to sway her body lazily, stretched out her delicate voice, and sang to Xiaoyun: Where did you come from? My friend is like a butterfly flying into my window. I wonder how many days can I stay?
Xiaoyun's heart was jumping up and down in disorder, just like her shaking soft breasts and plump buttocks, Xiaoyun shrank and hid. Song Min maliciously poked her erect belly and pressed her feet with her feet.
Suddenly, Song Min patted her cheek and smirked: Is there a song that suits you very well, do you want to listen to it?
She lit her little head in a daze
Song Min changed a tape, and the melodious and sweet female voice gradually came: There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, a cloud made of rain, and the heart is full of rain, and everything is all of you...
The cloud was heartbroken in the wind, and I didn't know that it would blow to it again. Song Min sang along, and Xiaoyun's stupid expression made her unhappy: Isn't singing good?
I...I like another song
Then you sing
Song Min put her fist on her lips, and the red-faced little cloud hesitated to hold the microphone in front of her mouth, and opened her mouth lightly: Riding the wind, riding the moon, riding the worry, the flowing water clouds are you always in the middle of the night, turning into a dream sound, patting my loneliness, riding the wind, riding the moon, riding the worry, sparks, starlight, fog, you went with you yesterday, and you also went with you tomorrow, leaving Ah to stay here...
Song Min pursed her lips and said: Oh, you sing so nicely, like a lark
Xiaoyun was flattered and laughed as well
She was pulled by Song Min to dance. The messy room gradually turned into a paradise where lotus flowers were produced step by step. She smiled happily, just like flowers blooming in the spring breeze. Ah, it must be in the dream, in the dream
After a while, Song Min was tired of playing and sank on the sofa. She said to Xiaoyun lightly: Come here and help me pinch my legs.
She gently folded her slender legs and placed them on Xiaoyun's thighs
Xiaoyun felt that the outside of her thigh was squeezed by her soft buttocks, and her stomach seemed to be touched by her legs. She pinched her legs. After seeing the blue needle holes, Xiaoyun muttered: Why don't you quit that thing
It's not that simple, you can just say quit
Song Min sighed, glanced at her distressed and angry eyes, and smiled: What do you care about me? I'll think about what you should do after you give birth to the incest wild species in your belly in the future.
Have you ever given birth to a baby? What does it feel like to give birth to a baby? Xiaoyun asked her
Song Min laughed: It hurts so much that I wish I could kill all the eighteen generations of his ancestors! That day, it was so hot, and I would have to be so hot that I didn’t hurt!
Where is your husband and children?
I don't know, she shook her head without any worries, her eyes full of doubts
However, maybe she was in great interest today, so she smiled and started telling Xiaoyun stories while hooking the edge of her lace underwear.
I followed a man eight years older than me. At that time, I didn’t even reach 18 years old, and then I gave birth to a son. At first he was the boss! Later...
Speaking of this, Xiaoyun saw her eyes dimming a little. Soon, Song Min smiled innocently and charmingly, and said in a childish tone that was inconsistent with her age: I took drugs later, I had no money, and the factory also collapsed. We often quarrel, have sex after quarrel, and quarrel after quarrel, and quarrel after quarrel, and sucked a few times during this period, and repeated
So that's it
Xiaoyun kept pinching her calves, and suddenly she heard the sound of crying indifferently. The sexy and beautiful woman quietly wiped away her tears, and still couldn't stop sobbing. She sat up suddenly and buried her sad cry on the shoulders of the girl who was sympathetic.
Xiaoyun lowered her eyes and thought to herself, can such a beautiful and slutty woman crying so sad?
Crystal tears fell heavily to her breasts, the dense forest, and the thighs, like raindrops moistening the leaves
Stop crying, crying is not good for your health
Do you think I'm annoyed? Song Min raised her head and said cutely, with a few wet tears on her face
She stood up and walked into the room. Xiaoyun saw that she was shaking her snow-white buttocks, her plump buttocks were shaking with her walking movements.
She kicked open the trash can in the aisle, and the bra strap on the left slides to her elbow at the right time. The moment she closed the door, she stared at Shang Fanshui's misty eyes, and glanced at her with her eyebrows raised. It was as if she was about to dig out Xiaoyun's eyes.
Xiaoyun rubbed her abdomen and suddenly smiled shyly and mischievously, saying softly to the child in her belly: Look, is she the same as you, a child
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