(Excited) There was a restless atmosphere in the quiet night. The room was dark and quiet and straight to the face. The clock of the North Star brand was hanging on the hall. Walking like an elderly old man with a cane.
But I can't move the lead-filled leg
I was hesitating in the silence, following this weird breath, I moved forward step by step, rubbing the floor with my feet, holding it with my left hand a few times but not lifting it up, my heart was also dark in the darkness, and the door handle seemed to be the gate to hell, and it would fall into endless torture when touched.
A little man kept flashing in front of my eyes, changing different movements, and then my heart started to jump from the grayish white picture, and then the whole picture was beating unblocked and restored to red.
My heart beats again and again, but the scenes in my mind make me unable to calm down for a long time
Ketone bodies, sweat marks, fusion, moans, swings, and roars, and the pictures appear one after another. These things suddenly gather into a vivid multidimensional picture, like Van Gogh's "Starry Sky". The longer you watch, the more you become addicted
I shivered with my hands and squeezed open the door handle. The metal at night was biting cold and pointed to my back. Suddenly, I felt my nose sour, and the air I breathed seemed to have changed. It seemed that it was the smell of the night. I yawned and my body reminded me that it was time to go to bed.
But the little man in his heart kept jumping up and down, and it was telling me, go in, go in
My hands trembled slightly. After closing the door gently, I leaned my back against the door, gasping for breath, hitting the hair on the upper lip, the heat on my face and the swelling and pain of my bladder were irritating, and I was trembling.
I swallowed and carefully turned on the searchlight of my phone. The faint white light illuminated my body instantly.
Black lace-edged stockings hovering on a pair of legs with beautiful lines, the body's calf flesh pressed out the side leg muscles. The visual light can clearly see the delicate and fair skin texture of long legs through thin stockings.
Their owner seemed very dishonest and kicked his legs twice.
My eyes continued to walk upwards, and the professional suit and hip skirt came into my eyes, pressing against the airtight mysterious dark triangle area, attracting countless reverie
The waist-exposed dress isolates the soft flesh on the body and stomach, and it is very regular as you breathe
Of course, there are also the two huge peaks that call the wind and rain, the earth shakes the mountains. I really want to tear open the world and integrate her into my chest immediately.
There was no light and shadow in the room, it was very dark, and at the same time, my heart was also dark at this moment
(Struggling and frustrated) I stretched out my hand and placed it on the woman's chest. The soft flesh was warm, like a mud pond, like a wave, very comfortable
I pressed down and gradually felt the powerful heartbeat of a woman, and the truth and taboo ethics rushed straight to my head
However, after I saw this extremely familiar face, my mind struggled with heaven and man for a century, and I finally took my hand down
The mellow breathing of a woman made me realize that she is an independent individual, not a sexual doll without reaction, not to mention that the result of impulse is a bit terrible
However……
Suddenly, I was extra frustrated, and the anger I had rushed all the way away disappeared without a trace.
(Grieved) I smiled with a self-deprecating smile, mocking myself for being a pig
I touched the woman's forehead, stroked her hair, picked up the quilt she had kicked away and covered her. I sat by the bed, watching the woman in a daze
This woman who is of great significance to my life makes me feel extremely complicated
I don't know how I'm going to face it anymore
In the darkness, my gaze gradually recovered, and my sniff was still dark in the room. At that moment, I made a decision, but I was still a little reluctant.
My mother's face was black, her hair was black, and her bed was black.
Only my breathing sounds and hers are colorful, my rapidity and her longness, and a restless aura are also colorful, which makes me show my mother's face in my mind in the darkness.
Suddenly, the body trembled a few times, and my body raised my mouth, just a few murmurs, because the pronunciation was too vague, I didn't hear clearly what it was.
I continued to breathe the restless air beside my mother, and the infinite air waves in my chest were rolling.
YīngNíng said, my mother seemed to say, don't leave, and just turned around and put it on me. Her arms seemed to be very strong, and she pulled me down beside her lying down. Her thighs were removed from the constraints of the workplace group and squeezed against my calves.
It was surrounded by a clamping force, like a sandwich bread eating on me
I didn't dare to make a sound, my little heart seemed to be breaking through the limit and was rapid and violent
Another restless breath came, but my brain was blank
(Impulsive) Breathe in the representative body fragrance, and rushing to the back of my head little by little. My brain turned white and my lower body responded.
My mother's hair is messy and bites her red lips...
I couldn't help but slowly put my hand into my mother's chest, but my workplace was too tight. After a while, I carefully penetrated it and made my arm sore
Then I sighed that the waves surged in my hands and then started playing with them, pressing them up and down several times to change different shapes...
Subconsciously, this behavior seemed to overlap with a certain picture. I smelled the fragrance and pressed my mother's chest. My nose felt sour. There was nowhere to burst out. Tears of grievance began to fall down one by one.
I'm starting to get angry
(Anger) pushed my mother's bra up roughly, I held Beilei and sucked it wildly, tears and saliva mixed together to wet my mother's breast protection lace edge. I had never known why, why, why did she have such a past...
Also, why not me...
I took off all her clothes like crazy, put them on my face and breathed hard. The faint smell of perfume filled my whole chest with my slightest smell of perfume.
In the darkness, my heart beats out of the sky. My mother puts her breath on her phone at the bedside. The time is 2:53 am
I lay on this body, my mother's beautiful legs clamped me, and the direct sticking of flesh made my lower body swell again, but it always looked for the door and left nowhere.
My mother's armpits are shiny, her side breasts are raised high, and her messy hair grows so hard that it is even pressed under her armpits. I lick my deep love, and the skin texture is clearly visible during licking, and a few soft hairs on the pubic mound are covered.
But this is a unilateral sex, my sexual object has no response now
(Emotional complex) Suddenly, I remembered the tune of Big D Canon in my mind, and then the scene switched one by one, and finally converted into ketone bodies, sweat marks, fusion, moaning, swinging, roaring, and then roaring.
Take off my mother's sexy long legs on my body, and then the front of my nose was wet. I thought I was snot, but when I touched and smelled, I smelled bloody smell.
Turn on the bedside lamp, the faint yellow light seemed to be the sun in the dark. I found toilet paper to wipe away the moisture from my nose. The soft light of the yellow warm tones was a red mark that seemed to be a blood-colored rose.
I threw the bloody rose in the trash can, turned around and continued to look at the body on the bed in the cold night, like a beautiful and perfect sculpture of art. So I took off my clothes roughly and slept next to my mother carefully
This is much more comfortable than choosing to press on her
(Contemplation) This woman, since I can remember, rarely appears in my life. Even if she comes occasionally, she will leave without hesitation, gently, as if she does not take away a cloud of clouds.
Her world seems to be full of rouge, gorgeous clothes, and high-quality mood. The few understandings of her later originated from a few classic piano music. I cannot regard her as a traditional mother, nor can I hate her. I do not agree with her past life, nor can I ask her to do anything. It seems that it is good to let her continue to be with me quietly. Just like now, we two are lying quietly on the same bed, I feel her calm breathing, comfortable and beautiful. How great would it be if life was always so warm and quiet?
Maybe it’s because I’m past the right age period, maybe I can’t meet a girl that makes me moved. I always think that the people in it are too stupid when I watch romance dramas. I often think about how many people in reality do this?
But in a very short time, there was a person in my heart. No, it seems wrong to say that, it should be said that someone who is an illusory person who is like a mirage is becoming real every moment.
From a bubble to a entity, it becomes sensible, and it becomes tactile.
I turned my body and looked straight at my mother's side face. It was still so beautiful, but there seemed to be some eye shadows on my eyes that didn't take off my makeup before going to bed, and it was a little shining under the soft light.
I breathed my mother's unique smell and reached out to touch my mother's face. My mother's hair was messy again. I looked and moved it aside.
Holding my mother's body tightly, like a girl holding a velvet doll, I like and be attached to it so much
Suddenly, I realized that I was ashamed to use myself as a metaphor for a girl. Then the big Canon tune in my head and the elegant figure sitting in front of the piano playing the piano gradually disappeared, in return for an ugly and ugly male voice and a woman's sneering voice, and the whispering of the man and woman in his ears, and the disgusting movements of a body to a body. At this moment, my stomach was overturned, my headache was split, my face was so hot, and my heart was sinking at the bottom of the lake again.
It hurts, it hurts a little, it hurts a little
Get up and put on my clothes, I'm going to walk out of my mom's room
When I turned off the bedside lamp, my hand accidentally touched my mother's cell phone on the bedside table. With a bang, the phone fell on the floor and I hurried to pick it up.
Because the screen of the phone dropped also lit up. I checked and found that the phone was fine and was about to withdraw. Who would have thought that there was a WeChat contact person on the phone screen with the notes "Lost Elk" and sent a message, "The 11:48 message, will you come tomorrow?"
The phone is in Do Not Disturb mode, so my mom may have fallen asleep without seeing it
What makes me uneasy is the avatar of this lost elk (setting the subsequent update of WeChat will add a pop-up avatar to the lock screen message). It is a man with eight-pack abs. The tendon curves on his abdomen merge into a lush pointing toward lushness, which is obviously provocative, and has a very popular chord "Muscle Golden Wheel" a few years ago.
In an instant, my blood pressure came up, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and for the first time I felt dizzy, and gradually I couldn't stand it
At the same time, when I saw a ghost in my mind, I heard the scene of ketone bodies, sweating, fusion, moaning, swinging, and roaring again.
(Depressed) I breathed a sigh of relief at the bar. In this deep night, unlike my sadness and depression, all kinds of men and women in the nightclub were exerting the pressure of the day. The restless music and disorganized movements explained what it was. Tu Hi. The beautiful DJ's bra collar was afraid that it would not be lowered. When he jumped up, two pieces of delicate dough almost escaped from the constraints of his clothes, which made the boys next to him stare straight.
There seemed to be more hormones in the air, but I was panicked by this restless rhythm. I ordered a few bottles of the most expensive wine on the list in one breath. I was so irritable that I could no longer distinguish the numbers. After a while, two women wearing exposed clothes came around me. The foundation was applied to the tip of my nose and mixed with sweat, which was really nauseating.
People around are still twisting their bodies, men want sex, women want money, everyone comes to the middle of this lewd stage with a purpose, and use self-comment to represent art to release their pursuits
I put on my headphones, and the world became much more purified in an instant
The prelude to "There Is A Kingdm" sounded, I closed my eyes and avoided the glittering xenon lamps. Just like a bird that sings up the sun, in a dwn svery dark... The cold wine entered my throat and woke me up in an instant, but the dizziness that passed through my eyelids later made me fall into turbidity again
I found the bartender, and my steps seemed to be floating in the air. I handed him the bottle of wine that was slightly different from ordinary whiskey, shouting and making a glass of Forget-Word Grass for me.
The bartender is a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair. He glanced at me and picked his shoulders and made a gesture of Ok helplessly, asking me to wait.
But while waiting, the light in my vision began to change radically in the darkness and brightness. The bartender in front of me was also rotating, sometimes crossing the air, and sometimes standing there seriously. I wiped my eyes and thought something was wrong with my eyes, but the bartender was still turning, which made me extremely impatient and angry, and cursed: You are paralyzed and don't turn...
The bartender was stunned and ignored me. The cockpit in his hand turned rapidly. He might think I was talking about the cockpit in his hand. Don't turn, but only I know I was talking about him. Don't turn.
It became even worse after a moment. Almost everyone in my eyes was turning, like a pointer, and I started to turn around myself.
I held the counter and drank the bartender's sip of the forget-you grass, which was tasteless
The beating music stimulates the bladder all the time. After throwing the cup away, I hurried to the bathroom. Unlock the bird and let it go.
A few sounds of panting came out of my throat in the urinal, so deep and terrible
After I put the water, I felt relaxed. I thrust my head and kicked the cover door of the stool. But after kicking the door, I didn't open. I reacted in my drowsy mind and said, "What are you doing inside?" What are you doing...
After a while, the girl's exclamation came from inside, and there was another man with a bad tone: Who is the special code?
The small door opened from the urinal pool, and a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist came out with shirtless, with strong hair on his body, and people were looking at him to vomit
I cursed, "You little pussy, are you meddling in other people's business?"
Behind the tiger back and bear waist is a woman with long yellow hair without any clothes
The man was very upset and wanted to swing his fists on my face when he lifted my collar. The woman was frowning, but after seeing me, she opened her mouth wide in surprise, held the man's fist and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, he is our Jay Chou, the actual controlling shareholder of Jeke...
The man was stunned for a moment, put me down and tidyed up my clothes, and said a few words with a gun on his face. I didn't hear it very clearly.
My mind was in a daze throughout the whole process, and I only saw the woman's trembling breasts shaking under her clothes.
After the man said that he was humble, he took the woman's hand and slipped away. I couldn't even remember the faces of both of them.
For a moment, I wondered whether my mother and I would meet in today's situation in the future?
(Down and out) I couldn't speak with my bitter mouth. I seemed to be crazy and couldn't control myself and always think about it there.
I sat at the door of the bar, so that the cold air in the air woke up my brain, and the bottles of wine in my hand changed one after another, watching the customers in the bar come in and out and disperse, watching the touching briefings of affectionate men and women or indulging men and women, watching the traffic on the road, watching the unconscious woman gets into someone else's car, watching the taxi line up to park at the bar door and pick up customers enthusiastically
After returning to the bar, I lost a card and checked out. After I left the bar, I threw my car here and stopped a taxi. I told the master: Run around the fifth ring road, play the meter, I will give you as much as I can. If I don’t let you stop, don’t stop...
Brother, don’t spit in my car. It’s not easy to buy small books. If you spit in my car, I won’t be able to pull people tomorrow...
Seeing that the driver was grinding and not wanting to drive, I was so upset that I said: I'll give you 300,000 yuan, I bought this car and drive it casually
The driver paused, then chuckled and handed me a bag, saying: People in your big cities are really good at bragging, but that's OK. Judging from your bad mood, I'll give you a bag. I want to vomit and say to me, I'll stop you spit in the bag...
I didn't say anything, and I turned my head and looked at the night street scene of this city. It was colorful, like the wings of a butterfly. A popular word in the past few years was called Cyber.
The maple trees by the road kept retreating, and I quietly felt the cyberspace of this city
Young man, are you in love? The driver suddenly asked
This sentence made me unable to think for a long time, and the love-breaking words made me unable to reply for a while
So I spoke out and said with a drunken mouth: I haven’t even loved you, why do I lose it?
The driver immediately looked clear: If you don't confess your love, you'll confess your love. It's not a good thing! Alas, of course, girls in big cities are not easy to pursue. It's okay, young man, make more money. When you have money, those women will post it on their own initiative. These days, there is no love. Women love only the ease and decency after a delicate life, not someone, you uncle, I have long been indifferent... I don't know how to comfort you.
I have money... My nose felt sore again, and my nose bleeding was thrown out again and again. I wiped it off in a hurry, and then put the blood-stained tissue in my pocket
Young man, you have to admit defeat. It’s nothing to admit it. At worst, it’s just a start over. I have seen a lot of bloody things in sports cars over the years. They all say that the plot in TV series is outrageous, but even more outrageous in reality. There is no need for logic at all. Oh, I won’t talk about it anymore.
I couldn't help but smile, and I couldn't help but think that the uncle was cute, but I still said stubbornly: I really have money, I won't lie to you...
The uncle turned on the turn signal, turned around and glanced at me, and said: Come on, it’s not that uncle looked down on you. If you were really rich, you would come to take our taxi. For women, this must be the kind that comes at will. Rich people have more than this. The last time I ordered the order, a woman, a RV, a man, eight fucking women, eight women!
The driver exaggeratedly compared me with eight gestures, and then continued: The eight women were all thin and fat, and they were so fleshy that they wanted to stuff the two pieces of things on their chests onto the man's face... You don't know, it's so exciting...
The driver talked, but I didn't feel anything
I've just been under great pressure recently, nothing happened, I smiled
Don't hide it from your uncle, I don't know you, and I tell me the truth. There is no shame in listening. Uncle will tell you, if you are a woman, don't be shameful, be bold, and you can't catch up with us, you have to embody our spirit. Don't lose face as a man, don't be a dog, don't drink alone when you encounter difficulties, and torture yourself if you have energy. If you have the energy, you will appear in her life. If you need to be stronger, don't be cautious... Hehe, I was so sad when I was young, so why don't you still take my wife back? As for people, love is different from life. Just be lofty about love. Just be down-to-earth or life, but don't be afraid...
After hearing what the master said, I seemed to be a little enlightened
I remembered another novel about Mr. Zhou's "Running the Moon" that I read a while ago. Mr. Zhou finally wrote: That's not too busy. I'm so hungry. I'd better make a plate of spicy chicken and make five kilograms of cakes. I'll give me some sleep. I'll go to the Taoist priest to ask for a pair of elixirs. After taking it, I'll catch up with you.
Haha, the master is right. Why am I sentimental here? Why are I disturbing myself here? I pretend to be deeply drunk and try to escape the heart-wrenching pain!
Wen Xiaoya has a story. I found it and broke the man in the video and threw it aside. Some people hid behind me and pretended to be mysterious. I just pulled it out and knocked it out. Who am I? I am the actual controlling shareholder of outstanding technology. I have countless wealth. I am behind me and I am rushing towards me. I waved my hand and countless women ran over. I don’t lack anything in the world.
No one, no matter who it is, no one can insult me!!!
I nodded and opened my mouth at the master: I understand, Master...
The wrinkles on the master's face were curved like snakes inside, and his pair of big front teeth revealed the true feelings.
He said: That's good, you are so young, right? You have many opportunities when you are young, don't be afraid and just be done.
……
Don't be cowardly and it's over...
Wen Xiaoya's room still had a familiar smell, my eyes widened
He turned on the light, kissed my mother, and then said: No one can take away you, you belonged to my dad in the past, you belong to me now...
My mother Wen Xiaoya's sleeping position is very peaceful, and a pure and beautiful and erotic picture seems to have frozen in the tick of the pointer.
I carried my gun into battle, pushed away the covers such as bedding, clothing and underwear, and pressed against my mother's Chunfeng Yumen Pass. After rubbing it a few times, a warm lubricant touched my gun head. This feeling was like putting powder on the gun stick when playing billiards. I aimed at the right position, and the club stretched and shrank in my mind to prepare. I hit the white ball hard under my crotch, and the white ball rushed into the hole.
The lower body felt the lines and smell of this body, and the heat from coming wrapped around me. My mother's face frowned, and a hum seemed to hurt her. She pulled her hands up and put them on the pillow.
But I can't care so much at this moment, because the softness and warm synthesis from the lower body have bone-eroding effects, and a numbness spread throughout my back. I shivered and wanted to pee.
At this moment, my brain was electrocuted, and I quickly lifted my anus and pulled it out, and I forced myself to hold back the urge to pee. I didn't want to end so staggeringly, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
But my mother's bottom is really like a moving mouth. It's not long after entering it, but I can't control it anymore.
After gasping for a while, I pulled up my mother's slender white long and tender legs and stuck on my waist, ready to enter again
The dick reached the right position, and with a snap, I poked it to the end, and my lower abdomen hit my mother's pubic mound, making a snap sound. I looked up and saw that my mother's face revealed pain through the soft light. After a humming sound, I moved my hands.
Lift the hips and pull out, enter
Entering it seemed like I had entered a heat wave, and I enjoyed the smooth and wet touch of meat. Every time I thrust, my movements seemed to hit the warm water on the sea surface, which was roasted by the sun. No matter how violent I was, my mother's body was warm and softly endured the storm I brought.
Gradually, I transferred part of my body weight to my mother and started sprinting with all my strength.
Nine shallow and deep twitched my waist. At this moment, I had infinite strength. With the impact of my crotch, my mother's breasts ripples layer by layer. I thought of a sentence: Women are made of water... The vest in my mother's lower abdomen is sexy and full of charm, with a slightly raised top. This should be the location of the uterus. I was born here more than ten years ago, and then came out of the passage I was inserting. Now, I entered this passage again, reborn back and forth endlessly. When I thought about it, my blood was swelling and I became even more excited.
I was enjoying my mother's body, but I didn't deliberately control my body. Who knew that my orgasm came so fast, my dick expanded and opened the sperm, so my semen was sprinkled in my mother's life channel during the twitch.
After more than ten consecutive strokes, a strange feeling came from my butt, and the egg sac also shrank a lot.
After two minutes of warmth, I pulled out my dick, and the semen seemed to flow out uncontrollably. Drop by drop, it merged into a lump of liquid, thick white, with a fishy smell, like the smell of heather.
I smelled it close and shook my nose twice, it smelled so bad!
I wiped my mother's lower body, but a lot of it flowed out soon. I couldn't help but scold myself. In the sage mode, I went to scold myself for the sperm...
I was anxious after cleaning it for more than ten minutes. After I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, I found a wet towel, lay on my mother's crotch, raised her legs, reached into my mother's vagina and started buckle. After a few attempts, I dug out a lot of semen. I wiped her with a towel, then put on my clothes and covered her with a quilt and went back to the room.
I played a game and beat it, and the opponent made a 15-minute shot. It's so boring.
After thinking for a while, I ran to my mother's room again, lifted the quilt and took off her clothes and pants, pushed her hard and swollen dick against her pussy, and thrust her waist into my mother's body again.
It was too rough just now
I couldn't enjoy the beauty of the details of mother-son incest and sex, so this time I filled my pace
Try to be a strong man with gentleness
The second child always feels like urine but not urine. This feeling is repeated frequently and is very intense. If I accidentally can't grasp the sperm, I will ejaculate as much as possible, so I started to slowly slow down the rhythm.
My mother is so beautiful, her hair is spreading on the side, her head is moving, her eyelashes are moving
I turned my mom over and let her butt face up
My mother's butt is plump and elastic. I can't touch a petal with both hands. A black ray between the two petals. I held it tightly and stretched it open. My mother's anus bud pattern naturally broke away. It seemed like the tip of the end of the King of Kings' ham sausage. I stretched out my fingers and slashed it twice, and pulled it out a long stream of liquid in the middle of my mother's pussy. I smelled it, but it didn't smell, but it made my brain particularly excited.
I couldn't say that I held my dick, aimed my glans at the mouth of my mother's hole and entered again
I held my mother's waist and asked her to stick out her butt so that I can get in smoothly
My mother has a very thin waist, delicate skin texture, clean back, and her butt is two rounds larger than her waist
My eyes were shining. My mother's bitch lying on the bed and her butt was sticking out, which made her feel more tempting when she inserted it.
Holding her waist, my dick happily fucked and fucked
I clearly remember in my consciousness that the perfect woman is my mother at the moment, but biological instinct also told me that she is a woman, a woman who needs sex, a woman who can only be put on the bed after taking medicine
Two villains in the mind are fighting desperately
Little Man 1: You can't do this. She is your mother, the mother who gave birth to you, Zhou Fuqing. Have you ever thought about how you face her tomorrow and what will you face her?
How do you let her bear the mental pressure of mother-son incest?
Little Man 2: You fart!
Is it wrong to release your desire instinct?
The most meaningful thing is to find out what they want to do and then take action to do it.
And if you think about it, if you don't do these things, many people will try to do it.
It's just that I've changed myself and repeated the same movements in bed. Can you bear your moan moaning under the crotch of other men except your dad?
My eyes tightened, clamped my butt, and the wind under my crotch made my mother Wen Xiaoya bear the mental pressure of mother-son incest, and I didn't want her to moan under other men.
After five minutes of physical labor, I ejaculated in my mother's body again. My mother lying all the way down the whole time was almost motionless. At this time, I even thought she could wake up and see my movements. Seeing me fucking her, I wanted her to accept me.
However, when I looked at my mother's beautiful face, she still breathed calmly
I can only blame the effect of the medicine...
Haha, after cleaning up my mother, I left her room. It was a long night. I went back to my room and played a game and then came
But I can't move the lead-filled leg
I was hesitating in the silence, following this weird breath, I moved forward step by step, rubbing the floor with my feet, holding it with my left hand a few times but not lifting it up, my heart was also dark in the darkness, and the door handle seemed to be the gate to hell, and it would fall into endless torture when touched.
A little man kept flashing in front of my eyes, changing different movements, and then my heart started to jump from the grayish white picture, and then the whole picture was beating unblocked and restored to red.
My heart beats again and again, but the scenes in my mind make me unable to calm down for a long time
Ketone bodies, sweat marks, fusion, moans, swings, and roars, and the pictures appear one after another. These things suddenly gather into a vivid multidimensional picture, like Van Gogh's "Starry Sky". The longer you watch, the more you become addicted
I shivered with my hands and squeezed open the door handle. The metal at night was biting cold and pointed to my back. Suddenly, I felt my nose sour, and the air I breathed seemed to have changed. It seemed that it was the smell of the night. I yawned and my body reminded me that it was time to go to bed.
But the little man in his heart kept jumping up and down, and it was telling me, go in, go in
My hands trembled slightly. After closing the door gently, I leaned my back against the door, gasping for breath, hitting the hair on the upper lip, the heat on my face and the swelling and pain of my bladder were irritating, and I was trembling.
I swallowed and carefully turned on the searchlight of my phone. The faint white light illuminated my body instantly.
Black lace-edged stockings hovering on a pair of legs with beautiful lines, the body's calf flesh pressed out the side leg muscles. The visual light can clearly see the delicate and fair skin texture of long legs through thin stockings.
Their owner seemed very dishonest and kicked his legs twice.
My eyes continued to walk upwards, and the professional suit and hip skirt came into my eyes, pressing against the airtight mysterious dark triangle area, attracting countless reverie
The waist-exposed dress isolates the soft flesh on the body and stomach, and it is very regular as you breathe
Of course, there are also the two huge peaks that call the wind and rain, the earth shakes the mountains. I really want to tear open the world and integrate her into my chest immediately.
There was no light and shadow in the room, it was very dark, and at the same time, my heart was also dark at this moment
(Struggling and frustrated) I stretched out my hand and placed it on the woman's chest. The soft flesh was warm, like a mud pond, like a wave, very comfortable
I pressed down and gradually felt the powerful heartbeat of a woman, and the truth and taboo ethics rushed straight to my head
However, after I saw this extremely familiar face, my mind struggled with heaven and man for a century, and I finally took my hand down
The mellow breathing of a woman made me realize that she is an independent individual, not a sexual doll without reaction, not to mention that the result of impulse is a bit terrible
However……
Suddenly, I was extra frustrated, and the anger I had rushed all the way away disappeared without a trace.
(Grieved) I smiled with a self-deprecating smile, mocking myself for being a pig
I touched the woman's forehead, stroked her hair, picked up the quilt she had kicked away and covered her. I sat by the bed, watching the woman in a daze
This woman who is of great significance to my life makes me feel extremely complicated
I don't know how I'm going to face it anymore
In the darkness, my gaze gradually recovered, and my sniff was still dark in the room. At that moment, I made a decision, but I was still a little reluctant.
My mother's face was black, her hair was black, and her bed was black.
Only my breathing sounds and hers are colorful, my rapidity and her longness, and a restless aura are also colorful, which makes me show my mother's face in my mind in the darkness.
Suddenly, the body trembled a few times, and my body raised my mouth, just a few murmurs, because the pronunciation was too vague, I didn't hear clearly what it was.
I continued to breathe the restless air beside my mother, and the infinite air waves in my chest were rolling.
YīngNíng said, my mother seemed to say, don't leave, and just turned around and put it on me. Her arms seemed to be very strong, and she pulled me down beside her lying down. Her thighs were removed from the constraints of the workplace group and squeezed against my calves.
It was surrounded by a clamping force, like a sandwich bread eating on me
I didn't dare to make a sound, my little heart seemed to be breaking through the limit and was rapid and violent
Another restless breath came, but my brain was blank
(Impulsive) Breathe in the representative body fragrance, and rushing to the back of my head little by little. My brain turned white and my lower body responded.
My mother's hair is messy and bites her red lips...
I couldn't help but slowly put my hand into my mother's chest, but my workplace was too tight. After a while, I carefully penetrated it and made my arm sore
Then I sighed that the waves surged in my hands and then started playing with them, pressing them up and down several times to change different shapes...
Subconsciously, this behavior seemed to overlap with a certain picture. I smelled the fragrance and pressed my mother's chest. My nose felt sour. There was nowhere to burst out. Tears of grievance began to fall down one by one.
I'm starting to get angry
(Anger) pushed my mother's bra up roughly, I held Beilei and sucked it wildly, tears and saliva mixed together to wet my mother's breast protection lace edge. I had never known why, why, why did she have such a past...
Also, why not me...
I took off all her clothes like crazy, put them on my face and breathed hard. The faint smell of perfume filled my whole chest with my slightest smell of perfume.
In the darkness, my heart beats out of the sky. My mother puts her breath on her phone at the bedside. The time is 2:53 am
I lay on this body, my mother's beautiful legs clamped me, and the direct sticking of flesh made my lower body swell again, but it always looked for the door and left nowhere.
My mother's armpits are shiny, her side breasts are raised high, and her messy hair grows so hard that it is even pressed under her armpits. I lick my deep love, and the skin texture is clearly visible during licking, and a few soft hairs on the pubic mound are covered.
But this is a unilateral sex, my sexual object has no response now
(Emotional complex) Suddenly, I remembered the tune of Big D Canon in my mind, and then the scene switched one by one, and finally converted into ketone bodies, sweat marks, fusion, moaning, swinging, roaring, and then roaring.
Take off my mother's sexy long legs on my body, and then the front of my nose was wet. I thought I was snot, but when I touched and smelled, I smelled bloody smell.
Turn on the bedside lamp, the faint yellow light seemed to be the sun in the dark. I found toilet paper to wipe away the moisture from my nose. The soft light of the yellow warm tones was a red mark that seemed to be a blood-colored rose.
I threw the bloody rose in the trash can, turned around and continued to look at the body on the bed in the cold night, like a beautiful and perfect sculpture of art. So I took off my clothes roughly and slept next to my mother carefully
This is much more comfortable than choosing to press on her
(Contemplation) This woman, since I can remember, rarely appears in my life. Even if she comes occasionally, she will leave without hesitation, gently, as if she does not take away a cloud of clouds.
Her world seems to be full of rouge, gorgeous clothes, and high-quality mood. The few understandings of her later originated from a few classic piano music. I cannot regard her as a traditional mother, nor can I hate her. I do not agree with her past life, nor can I ask her to do anything. It seems that it is good to let her continue to be with me quietly. Just like now, we two are lying quietly on the same bed, I feel her calm breathing, comfortable and beautiful. How great would it be if life was always so warm and quiet?
Maybe it’s because I’m past the right age period, maybe I can’t meet a girl that makes me moved. I always think that the people in it are too stupid when I watch romance dramas. I often think about how many people in reality do this?
But in a very short time, there was a person in my heart. No, it seems wrong to say that, it should be said that someone who is an illusory person who is like a mirage is becoming real every moment.
From a bubble to a entity, it becomes sensible, and it becomes tactile.
I turned my body and looked straight at my mother's side face. It was still so beautiful, but there seemed to be some eye shadows on my eyes that didn't take off my makeup before going to bed, and it was a little shining under the soft light.
I breathed my mother's unique smell and reached out to touch my mother's face. My mother's hair was messy again. I looked and moved it aside.
Holding my mother's body tightly, like a girl holding a velvet doll, I like and be attached to it so much
Suddenly, I realized that I was ashamed to use myself as a metaphor for a girl. Then the big Canon tune in my head and the elegant figure sitting in front of the piano playing the piano gradually disappeared, in return for an ugly and ugly male voice and a woman's sneering voice, and the whispering of the man and woman in his ears, and the disgusting movements of a body to a body. At this moment, my stomach was overturned, my headache was split, my face was so hot, and my heart was sinking at the bottom of the lake again.
It hurts, it hurts a little, it hurts a little
Get up and put on my clothes, I'm going to walk out of my mom's room
When I turned off the bedside lamp, my hand accidentally touched my mother's cell phone on the bedside table. With a bang, the phone fell on the floor and I hurried to pick it up.
Because the screen of the phone dropped also lit up. I checked and found that the phone was fine and was about to withdraw. Who would have thought that there was a WeChat contact person on the phone screen with the notes "Lost Elk" and sent a message, "The 11:48 message, will you come tomorrow?"
The phone is in Do Not Disturb mode, so my mom may have fallen asleep without seeing it
What makes me uneasy is the avatar of this lost elk (setting the subsequent update of WeChat will add a pop-up avatar to the lock screen message). It is a man with eight-pack abs. The tendon curves on his abdomen merge into a lush pointing toward lushness, which is obviously provocative, and has a very popular chord "Muscle Golden Wheel" a few years ago.
In an instant, my blood pressure came up, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and for the first time I felt dizzy, and gradually I couldn't stand it
At the same time, when I saw a ghost in my mind, I heard the scene of ketone bodies, sweating, fusion, moaning, swinging, and roaring again.
(Depressed) I breathed a sigh of relief at the bar. In this deep night, unlike my sadness and depression, all kinds of men and women in the nightclub were exerting the pressure of the day. The restless music and disorganized movements explained what it was. Tu Hi. The beautiful DJ's bra collar was afraid that it would not be lowered. When he jumped up, two pieces of delicate dough almost escaped from the constraints of his clothes, which made the boys next to him stare straight.
There seemed to be more hormones in the air, but I was panicked by this restless rhythm. I ordered a few bottles of the most expensive wine on the list in one breath. I was so irritable that I could no longer distinguish the numbers. After a while, two women wearing exposed clothes came around me. The foundation was applied to the tip of my nose and mixed with sweat, which was really nauseating.
People around are still twisting their bodies, men want sex, women want money, everyone comes to the middle of this lewd stage with a purpose, and use self-comment to represent art to release their pursuits
I put on my headphones, and the world became much more purified in an instant
The prelude to "There Is A Kingdm" sounded, I closed my eyes and avoided the glittering xenon lamps. Just like a bird that sings up the sun, in a dwn svery dark... The cold wine entered my throat and woke me up in an instant, but the dizziness that passed through my eyelids later made me fall into turbidity again
I found the bartender, and my steps seemed to be floating in the air. I handed him the bottle of wine that was slightly different from ordinary whiskey, shouting and making a glass of Forget-Word Grass for me.
The bartender is a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair. He glanced at me and picked his shoulders and made a gesture of Ok helplessly, asking me to wait.
But while waiting, the light in my vision began to change radically in the darkness and brightness. The bartender in front of me was also rotating, sometimes crossing the air, and sometimes standing there seriously. I wiped my eyes and thought something was wrong with my eyes, but the bartender was still turning, which made me extremely impatient and angry, and cursed: You are paralyzed and don't turn...
The bartender was stunned and ignored me. The cockpit in his hand turned rapidly. He might think I was talking about the cockpit in his hand. Don't turn, but only I know I was talking about him. Don't turn.
It became even worse after a moment. Almost everyone in my eyes was turning, like a pointer, and I started to turn around myself.
I held the counter and drank the bartender's sip of the forget-you grass, which was tasteless
The beating music stimulates the bladder all the time. After throwing the cup away, I hurried to the bathroom. Unlock the bird and let it go.
A few sounds of panting came out of my throat in the urinal, so deep and terrible
After I put the water, I felt relaxed. I thrust my head and kicked the cover door of the stool. But after kicking the door, I didn't open. I reacted in my drowsy mind and said, "What are you doing inside?" What are you doing...
After a while, the girl's exclamation came from inside, and there was another man with a bad tone: Who is the special code?
The small door opened from the urinal pool, and a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist came out with shirtless, with strong hair on his body, and people were looking at him to vomit
I cursed, "You little pussy, are you meddling in other people's business?"
Behind the tiger back and bear waist is a woman with long yellow hair without any clothes
The man was very upset and wanted to swing his fists on my face when he lifted my collar. The woman was frowning, but after seeing me, she opened her mouth wide in surprise, held the man's fist and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, he is our Jay Chou, the actual controlling shareholder of Jeke...
The man was stunned for a moment, put me down and tidyed up my clothes, and said a few words with a gun on his face. I didn't hear it very clearly.
My mind was in a daze throughout the whole process, and I only saw the woman's trembling breasts shaking under her clothes.
After the man said that he was humble, he took the woman's hand and slipped away. I couldn't even remember the faces of both of them.
For a moment, I wondered whether my mother and I would meet in today's situation in the future?
(Down and out) I couldn't speak with my bitter mouth. I seemed to be crazy and couldn't control myself and always think about it there.
I sat at the door of the bar, so that the cold air in the air woke up my brain, and the bottles of wine in my hand changed one after another, watching the customers in the bar come in and out and disperse, watching the touching briefings of affectionate men and women or indulging men and women, watching the traffic on the road, watching the unconscious woman gets into someone else's car, watching the taxi line up to park at the bar door and pick up customers enthusiastically
After returning to the bar, I lost a card and checked out. After I left the bar, I threw my car here and stopped a taxi. I told the master: Run around the fifth ring road, play the meter, I will give you as much as I can. If I don’t let you stop, don’t stop...
Brother, don’t spit in my car. It’s not easy to buy small books. If you spit in my car, I won’t be able to pull people tomorrow...
Seeing that the driver was grinding and not wanting to drive, I was so upset that I said: I'll give you 300,000 yuan, I bought this car and drive it casually
The driver paused, then chuckled and handed me a bag, saying: People in your big cities are really good at bragging, but that's OK. Judging from your bad mood, I'll give you a bag. I want to vomit and say to me, I'll stop you spit in the bag...
I didn't say anything, and I turned my head and looked at the night street scene of this city. It was colorful, like the wings of a butterfly. A popular word in the past few years was called Cyber.
The maple trees by the road kept retreating, and I quietly felt the cyberspace of this city
Young man, are you in love? The driver suddenly asked
This sentence made me unable to think for a long time, and the love-breaking words made me unable to reply for a while
So I spoke out and said with a drunken mouth: I haven’t even loved you, why do I lose it?
The driver immediately looked clear: If you don't confess your love, you'll confess your love. It's not a good thing! Alas, of course, girls in big cities are not easy to pursue. It's okay, young man, make more money. When you have money, those women will post it on their own initiative. These days, there is no love. Women love only the ease and decency after a delicate life, not someone, you uncle, I have long been indifferent... I don't know how to comfort you.
I have money... My nose felt sore again, and my nose bleeding was thrown out again and again. I wiped it off in a hurry, and then put the blood-stained tissue in my pocket
Young man, you have to admit defeat. It’s nothing to admit it. At worst, it’s just a start over. I have seen a lot of bloody things in sports cars over the years. They all say that the plot in TV series is outrageous, but even more outrageous in reality. There is no need for logic at all. Oh, I won’t talk about it anymore.
I couldn't help but smile, and I couldn't help but think that the uncle was cute, but I still said stubbornly: I really have money, I won't lie to you...
The uncle turned on the turn signal, turned around and glanced at me, and said: Come on, it’s not that uncle looked down on you. If you were really rich, you would come to take our taxi. For women, this must be the kind that comes at will. Rich people have more than this. The last time I ordered the order, a woman, a RV, a man, eight fucking women, eight women!
The driver exaggeratedly compared me with eight gestures, and then continued: The eight women were all thin and fat, and they were so fleshy that they wanted to stuff the two pieces of things on their chests onto the man's face... You don't know, it's so exciting...
The driver talked, but I didn't feel anything
I've just been under great pressure recently, nothing happened, I smiled
Don't hide it from your uncle, I don't know you, and I tell me the truth. There is no shame in listening. Uncle will tell you, if you are a woman, don't be shameful, be bold, and you can't catch up with us, you have to embody our spirit. Don't lose face as a man, don't be a dog, don't drink alone when you encounter difficulties, and torture yourself if you have energy. If you have the energy, you will appear in her life. If you need to be stronger, don't be cautious... Hehe, I was so sad when I was young, so why don't you still take my wife back? As for people, love is different from life. Just be lofty about love. Just be down-to-earth or life, but don't be afraid...
After hearing what the master said, I seemed to be a little enlightened
I remembered another novel about Mr. Zhou's "Running the Moon" that I read a while ago. Mr. Zhou finally wrote: That's not too busy. I'm so hungry. I'd better make a plate of spicy chicken and make five kilograms of cakes. I'll give me some sleep. I'll go to the Taoist priest to ask for a pair of elixirs. After taking it, I'll catch up with you.
Haha, the master is right. Why am I sentimental here? Why are I disturbing myself here? I pretend to be deeply drunk and try to escape the heart-wrenching pain!
Wen Xiaoya has a story. I found it and broke the man in the video and threw it aside. Some people hid behind me and pretended to be mysterious. I just pulled it out and knocked it out. Who am I? I am the actual controlling shareholder of outstanding technology. I have countless wealth. I am behind me and I am rushing towards me. I waved my hand and countless women ran over. I don’t lack anything in the world.
No one, no matter who it is, no one can insult me!!!
I nodded and opened my mouth at the master: I understand, Master...
The wrinkles on the master's face were curved like snakes inside, and his pair of big front teeth revealed the true feelings.
He said: That's good, you are so young, right? You have many opportunities when you are young, don't be afraid and just be done.
……
Don't be cowardly and it's over...
Wen Xiaoya's room still had a familiar smell, my eyes widened
He turned on the light, kissed my mother, and then said: No one can take away you, you belonged to my dad in the past, you belong to me now...
My mother Wen Xiaoya's sleeping position is very peaceful, and a pure and beautiful and erotic picture seems to have frozen in the tick of the pointer.
I carried my gun into battle, pushed away the covers such as bedding, clothing and underwear, and pressed against my mother's Chunfeng Yumen Pass. After rubbing it a few times, a warm lubricant touched my gun head. This feeling was like putting powder on the gun stick when playing billiards. I aimed at the right position, and the club stretched and shrank in my mind to prepare. I hit the white ball hard under my crotch, and the white ball rushed into the hole.
The lower body felt the lines and smell of this body, and the heat from coming wrapped around me. My mother's face frowned, and a hum seemed to hurt her. She pulled her hands up and put them on the pillow.
But I can't care so much at this moment, because the softness and warm synthesis from the lower body have bone-eroding effects, and a numbness spread throughout my back. I shivered and wanted to pee.
At this moment, my brain was electrocuted, and I quickly lifted my anus and pulled it out, and I forced myself to hold back the urge to pee. I didn't want to end so staggeringly, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
But my mother's bottom is really like a moving mouth. It's not long after entering it, but I can't control it anymore.
After gasping for a while, I pulled up my mother's slender white long and tender legs and stuck on my waist, ready to enter again
The dick reached the right position, and with a snap, I poked it to the end, and my lower abdomen hit my mother's pubic mound, making a snap sound. I looked up and saw that my mother's face revealed pain through the soft light. After a humming sound, I moved my hands.
Lift the hips and pull out, enter
Entering it seemed like I had entered a heat wave, and I enjoyed the smooth and wet touch of meat. Every time I thrust, my movements seemed to hit the warm water on the sea surface, which was roasted by the sun. No matter how violent I was, my mother's body was warm and softly endured the storm I brought.
Gradually, I transferred part of my body weight to my mother and started sprinting with all my strength.
Nine shallow and deep twitched my waist. At this moment, I had infinite strength. With the impact of my crotch, my mother's breasts ripples layer by layer. I thought of a sentence: Women are made of water... The vest in my mother's lower abdomen is sexy and full of charm, with a slightly raised top. This should be the location of the uterus. I was born here more than ten years ago, and then came out of the passage I was inserting. Now, I entered this passage again, reborn back and forth endlessly. When I thought about it, my blood was swelling and I became even more excited.
I was enjoying my mother's body, but I didn't deliberately control my body. Who knew that my orgasm came so fast, my dick expanded and opened the sperm, so my semen was sprinkled in my mother's life channel during the twitch.
After more than ten consecutive strokes, a strange feeling came from my butt, and the egg sac also shrank a lot.
After two minutes of warmth, I pulled out my dick, and the semen seemed to flow out uncontrollably. Drop by drop, it merged into a lump of liquid, thick white, with a fishy smell, like the smell of heather.
I smelled it close and shook my nose twice, it smelled so bad!
I wiped my mother's lower body, but a lot of it flowed out soon. I couldn't help but scold myself. In the sage mode, I went to scold myself for the sperm...
I was anxious after cleaning it for more than ten minutes. After I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, I found a wet towel, lay on my mother's crotch, raised her legs, reached into my mother's vagina and started buckle. After a few attempts, I dug out a lot of semen. I wiped her with a towel, then put on my clothes and covered her with a quilt and went back to the room.
I played a game and beat it, and the opponent made a 15-minute shot. It's so boring.
After thinking for a while, I ran to my mother's room again, lifted the quilt and took off her clothes and pants, pushed her hard and swollen dick against her pussy, and thrust her waist into my mother's body again.
It was too rough just now
I couldn't enjoy the beauty of the details of mother-son incest and sex, so this time I filled my pace
Try to be a strong man with gentleness
The second child always feels like urine but not urine. This feeling is repeated frequently and is very intense. If I accidentally can't grasp the sperm, I will ejaculate as much as possible, so I started to slowly slow down the rhythm.
My mother is so beautiful, her hair is spreading on the side, her head is moving, her eyelashes are moving
I turned my mom over and let her butt face up
My mother's butt is plump and elastic. I can't touch a petal with both hands. A black ray between the two petals. I held it tightly and stretched it open. My mother's anus bud pattern naturally broke away. It seemed like the tip of the end of the King of Kings' ham sausage. I stretched out my fingers and slashed it twice, and pulled it out a long stream of liquid in the middle of my mother's pussy. I smelled it, but it didn't smell, but it made my brain particularly excited.
I couldn't say that I held my dick, aimed my glans at the mouth of my mother's hole and entered again
I held my mother's waist and asked her to stick out her butt so that I can get in smoothly
My mother has a very thin waist, delicate skin texture, clean back, and her butt is two rounds larger than her waist
My eyes were shining. My mother's bitch lying on the bed and her butt was sticking out, which made her feel more tempting when she inserted it.
Holding her waist, my dick happily fucked and fucked
I clearly remember in my consciousness that the perfect woman is my mother at the moment, but biological instinct also told me that she is a woman, a woman who needs sex, a woman who can only be put on the bed after taking medicine
Two villains in the mind are fighting desperately
Little Man 1: You can't do this. She is your mother, the mother who gave birth to you, Zhou Fuqing. Have you ever thought about how you face her tomorrow and what will you face her?
How do you let her bear the mental pressure of mother-son incest?
Little Man 2: You fart!
Is it wrong to release your desire instinct?
The most meaningful thing is to find out what they want to do and then take action to do it.
And if you think about it, if you don't do these things, many people will try to do it.
It's just that I've changed myself and repeated the same movements in bed. Can you bear your moan moaning under the crotch of other men except your dad?
My eyes tightened, clamped my butt, and the wind under my crotch made my mother Wen Xiaoya bear the mental pressure of mother-son incest, and I didn't want her to moan under other men.
After five minutes of physical labor, I ejaculated in my mother's body again. My mother lying all the way down the whole time was almost motionless. At this time, I even thought she could wake up and see my movements. Seeing me fucking her, I wanted her to accept me.
However, when I looked at my mother's beautiful face, she still breathed calmly
I can only blame the effect of the medicine...
Haha, after cleaning up my mother, I left her room. It was a long night. I went back to my room and played a game and then came
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