Chapter 21 The Miss Peeping Record

St. Gwyn, St. Gwyn, the incarnation of the sun;

Build a big ship and cross the starry sea, no one can match your miracles;

The soft sunlight passes through the atmosphere and warms our hearts;

Saint Huipu, eliminate differences, and unite the people into brothers

The dignified bishop stood under the statue of the Sun King Gwyn at the end of the church. In front of the altar where my mother had intercourse, she held the "Sun Sutra" with her left hand, and held the original right hand and held the heart and led the sing of the sing.

According to the ancient solar calendar, today is the closest day to the sun. For the Suns, this is undoubtedly the most important day of the year. Often on this day, even the poorest slaves in the earth will receive temporary amnesty from their masters. People from all walks of life will gather in churches, stadiums, parks, and sing chants with the pope who projected in real time on the electronic screen to share the cheap communion and rare wine provided by the Sun Church. Although there is no restriction on drinking on the earth, the expensive price can discourage most people. For this small glass of wine, it has enough to make the weakest slaves walk dozens of miles.

I stood in front of the altar covered with my mother's vaginal fluid, pretending to be pious and singing in a low voice; although I hate all religious gatherings and behaviors of the Sun Cult, until my father died, he deliberately asked me to create a pious and intelligent appearance in front of others to facilitate the implementation of the pure skull agreement and thus gain more benefits

Although I was born with a bad brain, with my hard work and my father's arrangement, I still achieved the MVP of the Earth Ring Advanced Mathematics Competition, became a pastor of the college, and took over the most cutting-edge Mars laboratory in the college; I was doing what my father arranged every day; perhaps because I was afraid of losing everything I had now, until my father passed away, I was still like a puppet

My sister stood in front of me, wearing a capable professional attire and looked dignified and pious. Although she stood very close to me, our hearts were far apart.

I know she never liked me, maybe because my mother was her most respected senior sister and best friend; or maybe because she thought I was a stumbling block to her inheritance of the college

Although the size of the football field is greater than that of the football field, I still feel that the church is very crowded and can't breathe

After the meeting, I refused all social invitations and I returned to the Mars Laboratory

Although the nerd Kaor and the harassing maniac Ivan are on vacation, this is indeed the first and only pure land in my life; I enjoy every day I work with them and linger in the unrestrained work life in the big iron gate.

The iron door of the laboratory is not locked. Maybe Ivan left in a hurry, so I forgot.

Before I could get to the station, the centrifuge noise came from the deep laboratory

This point is still working in the laboratory, is it Kaul? No, it shouldn't be. Didn't that old woman have only been in labor for two weeks? He should be with that old woman, then it must be Ivan. Can he come to work during the holidays?

Following the direction of the centrifuge noise, I came to the iron door of the laboratory. It was covered in a false sense and there was no lock.

I quietly poked my head out of the crack in the door: I saw the numbers on the electronic screen of the centrifuge in the center of the laboratory beating rapidly, and beside him was Kaor with his lower body exposed; he supported the experiment table behind him with both hands and relaxed his body

Unexpectedly, the nerd looked weak and there were actually a lot of muscles on his legs. I looked up from my calf, but as my eyes moved up, I saw Kaul's exposed buttocks and the hideous male instruments stretched out from his crotch, which looked like my calf.

Before I could take a closer look, a silver-gray phantom blocked my view. She knelt on the lab carpet with her hands, barely holding Kaul's male instrument and squirting with her mouth.

Can this be swallowed? I opened my mouth and gestured with my hands, but it was still very difficult. Although I sometimes swallowed, the girl acted very relaxedly.

The most eye-catching thing about the silver-haired girl is the two huge watermelons on her chest and the two bright red cocks stretched out from her crotch. Although it is not as exaggerated as Kaul's one, it is already conspicuous enough.

With Kaul's trembling, the girl spit out Kaul's male instrument, then stood up, held her big spring bag, and sat on Kaul's male instrument. This time, although the girl was also in pain, she soon catered to Kaul's rhythm and took the initiative to enjoy it.

I remembered my mother who was indulging in love with the slave in front of my father's coffin. At that time, the one was even bigger than Caul's!

I gestured to my clitoris with the small hole behind, simulating the feeling of stabbing it in with my fist.

I saw the girl getting more and more crazy, twisting her hips constantly, like a diesel generator, and Kaul gradually fell into a disadvantage; finally, the girl's lust was so high that she couldn't control her. She used Kaul's male instrument as a shaft, flipped it horizontally 180°, and her bulging face turned to Kaul, and kissed her. With the kiss, she clamped Kaul's waist with her legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him hard to bring him to the ground

The girl sat completely on the lying man, twisting her waist and shaking her hips, and gradually a lewd breath appeared in the air; Kaor, who was lying on the ground, was not willing to be outdone, grabbed the girl's two bright red cocks with his hands and stroked them gently. Under their strong love, I couldn't help but play with my clitoris, and waves of tides appeared in my pussy.

But for a moment, I felt that the girl was looking at me, and she was indeed looking at me!

I saw her face flushed, she opened her mouth slightly, stuck out her tongue, showing me Kaul's mellow and white semen, then swallowing, and then opened her mouth, the semen was gone; it was more like provoking than showing off.

I quickly let go of my hand playing with my clitoris and wanted to escape, but the space around me gradually twisted, as if an invisible wall was blocking behind me.

Kaul, who was just lying on the ground and let the girl play with, seemed to have regained his vitality. He hugged the girl and stood up, placed her on the experimental table, venting her anger to the fullest.

As Kaul pulled out his huge cock, the girl collapsed on the experiment table as if she had broken electricity. The two bright red cocks under her crotch were spitting thick semen weakly, and the red and swollen female organs were constantly gushing with turbid liquid mixed with vaginal fluid and semen.

The transparent wall behind me did not dissipate. As Kaul, who was firmly erecting his cock, approached me, I sat on the ground like my legs were exhausted, and my bladder could no longer be controlled and I urinated.