My mother glanced at me and walked in front
There are many bamboos in high stones, especially the mahjong. Walking in it makes the mountains full of green bamboo leaves fragrant
Walking through a mountain path and following the stream, it is the so-called Fengshui Lin Qilin Mountain
In this primitive forest with hundreds of acres of radius, there are steep valleys and strange rocks and towering ancient trees. When you come here, you will be able to return to the essence and return to the realm.
Qiao'er, the college entrance examination will be in another hundred days. You must calm down and sort out your thoughts. Don't just think about these messy things all day long.
My mother's steps seemed to have rhythm, like an ancient nursery rhyme, floating high and low in this space far away from the world
I like her feet, especially recently
Once, I sneaked into my mother's room late at night and gently held my mother's little toes. This itchy sucking almost made my mother's soul fly out of the sky
I remember the next day, she told me that night she was so scared that she wanted me to swear that she would never harass her when her father was there.
I didn't say anything, and pulled her hand to comfort my warrior. At this moment of waking up in the afternoon in spring, I let me protect my mother's love in a young heroic posture. The patterns are colorful and rosy!
I felt a force in the water grass swaying, and the river clams were breathing, intersecting with the arduous desire that was flying in my body, turning into thick smoke, swelling upwards
Qiao'er, you promise me!
Although my mother is almost middle-aged, she is still juicy inside her vagina. She attracts fire. Every time she fucks, she makes me always persist in conflicts and inspire her to cherish her.
The spring is chilly, and my mother just took off her underwear, and with her light and plump cockscomb, my butterfly pestle, this quiet and sweet afternoon, the grass and thin forest all congratulate me
Where I am, an umbrella tree leaves sifted through the sunlight, and the light and shadows are like fish swimming, shuttled through the hairs where our genitals meet.
My mother squatted on me. This is her favorite posture. All things in the world are only you and I. They recognize their eyes and return their bodies to their bodies, so that the blood-related umbilical cord will continue. Wouldn't it be better to lay three wine ceremonies on the tomb and burn the sacrifice and the silver foil will fly?
When the sweet water in my mother's mouth flowed into me, I chewed it repeatedly, lilacs churned, and tasted the rich wine of Hehua
She sniffed, chirping, and circled my years of lovesickness into my passionate ears
Mother is my wine, you are strong and I am strong, my lips and teeth are fragrant. I carefully wiped the sweat on my forehead and savored the frivolity of the fish and dragon dancing with waves.
The smoke and dust gradually spread in this misty sky. Our love makes the flowers fade, and the insects and cicadas automatically disappear.
In my mother's vagina, a warm scattered between my branches and leaves. The dew wet her clothes, the strings swayed, the wildest bird flew away, the most fierce beast spirit was shocked, I heard the turbulent water in my mother's vagina creeping, the fat crawling
Desire is like fire of gold, burning through the fields and gravel valleys, hitting, and hitting again. My mother and I were swaying, and the sounds passed by in the woods. How could my mother sing softly?
At this moment, my mother was soaked in the ointment and water for a night, and thousands of love waves were gushing away. I picked off the tree chips on her eyelashes and licked the fragrance on her cheeks. I said, Mother, let us forever!
My mother's love is a kind of unspeakable heaviness. She generously gave herself to me. This young man who hides ugliness and beauty, evil and kindness, and conflicts between love and hate.
She tolerate me because she trusts me and loves me wholeheartedly
She later told me that she could not give me a perfect explanation
The desire to sink is indeed an unexplainable mysterious attraction, perhaps a subtle influence. Through a certain smell, image, color or touch between the skin, people peel off from the established one by one, dividing the contradiction into sections
This cannot be explained easily, just like the process of the seeds growing into flowers
Therefore, whenever I see my mother alone, alone in the late spring flowers, I can't forgive myself for the silent melancholy when I cry in my mouth, I can't forgive myself
I want to say to my mother, you are my favorite among my loved ones, you are all my sky and mountains, and my soul and spirit!
Actually, I've been molted
All my consciousness, thinking, desires, and feelings have long been broken down one by one, floating in the vast waters of life, turning around with the whirlpool, and falling when encountering a cliff
After I was reborn, my luster was pure, and the dregs were gone. Although I disobeyed the world, my spirit was magnificent, like a phoenix, Nirvana
Soon, my mother's female flesh was tangled, wrapping the hardness of my stem layer by layer, as if she wanted to twist it off.
I gradually felt its narrowness and ruggedness, and the interweaving of the stems and bodies was in a difficult situation
I know, this is the prelude to my mother's orgasm. The clam meat is plump, but it takes more labor to gain.
At this time, the corners of my eyes were slightly moist. My mother always gave me so much. Every rhythm of her body seemed to have rich imagination and trust in love. I gently lifted her delicate cheeks with my fingers. She unconsciously hugged me tightly and screamed. The cream inside her vagina was leaking wildly. No one could control it. It was like the wind returning to the sky and the water entering the soil.
I pushed her tightly, experiencing its spasms and shrinkage, and comprehending the joyful beauty that this joyful Zen gives us, just like the Buddhist understanding of the realm of mirror flowers, water and moon
The bluestone under my buttocks was hot because I sat down. Maybe it was us. The temperature of my mother sitting on me was directly transmitted to this bluestone through me.
If the stone has a spirit and is watered by our love liquid, a strange flower in the valley may grow
How could I know if this bluestone is transformed and reincarnated in millions of years, is it another little devil in the Grand View Garden?
Ten minutes later, my mother began to be confused and shouted my breast name one after another.
After a abundant thunderstorm, she bloomed with a beautiful smile, which infected the surrounding trees, mountains and cliffs. I could feel her vitality strongly, especially the extremely pink and tender vagina, fresh and moist, and radiating the silk-like sunshine.
Mom, I will definitely listen to you
There are many bamboos in high stones, especially the mahjong. Walking in it makes the mountains full of green bamboo leaves fragrant
Walking through a mountain path and following the stream, it is the so-called Fengshui Lin Qilin Mountain
In this primitive forest with hundreds of acres of radius, there are steep valleys and strange rocks and towering ancient trees. When you come here, you will be able to return to the essence and return to the realm.
Qiao'er, the college entrance examination will be in another hundred days. You must calm down and sort out your thoughts. Don't just think about these messy things all day long.
My mother's steps seemed to have rhythm, like an ancient nursery rhyme, floating high and low in this space far away from the world
I like her feet, especially recently
Once, I sneaked into my mother's room late at night and gently held my mother's little toes. This itchy sucking almost made my mother's soul fly out of the sky
I remember the next day, she told me that night she was so scared that she wanted me to swear that she would never harass her when her father was there.
I didn't say anything, and pulled her hand to comfort my warrior. At this moment of waking up in the afternoon in spring, I let me protect my mother's love in a young heroic posture. The patterns are colorful and rosy!
I felt a force in the water grass swaying, and the river clams were breathing, intersecting with the arduous desire that was flying in my body, turning into thick smoke, swelling upwards
Qiao'er, you promise me!
Although my mother is almost middle-aged, she is still juicy inside her vagina. She attracts fire. Every time she fucks, she makes me always persist in conflicts and inspire her to cherish her.
The spring is chilly, and my mother just took off her underwear, and with her light and plump cockscomb, my butterfly pestle, this quiet and sweet afternoon, the grass and thin forest all congratulate me
Where I am, an umbrella tree leaves sifted through the sunlight, and the light and shadows are like fish swimming, shuttled through the hairs where our genitals meet.
My mother squatted on me. This is her favorite posture. All things in the world are only you and I. They recognize their eyes and return their bodies to their bodies, so that the blood-related umbilical cord will continue. Wouldn't it be better to lay three wine ceremonies on the tomb and burn the sacrifice and the silver foil will fly?
When the sweet water in my mother's mouth flowed into me, I chewed it repeatedly, lilacs churned, and tasted the rich wine of Hehua
She sniffed, chirping, and circled my years of lovesickness into my passionate ears
Mother is my wine, you are strong and I am strong, my lips and teeth are fragrant. I carefully wiped the sweat on my forehead and savored the frivolity of the fish and dragon dancing with waves.
The smoke and dust gradually spread in this misty sky. Our love makes the flowers fade, and the insects and cicadas automatically disappear.
In my mother's vagina, a warm scattered between my branches and leaves. The dew wet her clothes, the strings swayed, the wildest bird flew away, the most fierce beast spirit was shocked, I heard the turbulent water in my mother's vagina creeping, the fat crawling
Desire is like fire of gold, burning through the fields and gravel valleys, hitting, and hitting again. My mother and I were swaying, and the sounds passed by in the woods. How could my mother sing softly?
At this moment, my mother was soaked in the ointment and water for a night, and thousands of love waves were gushing away. I picked off the tree chips on her eyelashes and licked the fragrance on her cheeks. I said, Mother, let us forever!
My mother's love is a kind of unspeakable heaviness. She generously gave herself to me. This young man who hides ugliness and beauty, evil and kindness, and conflicts between love and hate.
She tolerate me because she trusts me and loves me wholeheartedly
She later told me that she could not give me a perfect explanation
The desire to sink is indeed an unexplainable mysterious attraction, perhaps a subtle influence. Through a certain smell, image, color or touch between the skin, people peel off from the established one by one, dividing the contradiction into sections
This cannot be explained easily, just like the process of the seeds growing into flowers
Therefore, whenever I see my mother alone, alone in the late spring flowers, I can't forgive myself for the silent melancholy when I cry in my mouth, I can't forgive myself
I want to say to my mother, you are my favorite among my loved ones, you are all my sky and mountains, and my soul and spirit!
Actually, I've been molted
All my consciousness, thinking, desires, and feelings have long been broken down one by one, floating in the vast waters of life, turning around with the whirlpool, and falling when encountering a cliff
After I was reborn, my luster was pure, and the dregs were gone. Although I disobeyed the world, my spirit was magnificent, like a phoenix, Nirvana
Soon, my mother's female flesh was tangled, wrapping the hardness of my stem layer by layer, as if she wanted to twist it off.
I gradually felt its narrowness and ruggedness, and the interweaving of the stems and bodies was in a difficult situation
I know, this is the prelude to my mother's orgasm. The clam meat is plump, but it takes more labor to gain.
At this time, the corners of my eyes were slightly moist. My mother always gave me so much. Every rhythm of her body seemed to have rich imagination and trust in love. I gently lifted her delicate cheeks with my fingers. She unconsciously hugged me tightly and screamed. The cream inside her vagina was leaking wildly. No one could control it. It was like the wind returning to the sky and the water entering the soil.
I pushed her tightly, experiencing its spasms and shrinkage, and comprehending the joyful beauty that this joyful Zen gives us, just like the Buddhist understanding of the realm of mirror flowers, water and moon
The bluestone under my buttocks was hot because I sat down. Maybe it was us. The temperature of my mother sitting on me was directly transmitted to this bluestone through me.
If the stone has a spirit and is watered by our love liquid, a strange flower in the valley may grow
How could I know if this bluestone is transformed and reincarnated in millions of years, is it another little devil in the Grand View Garden?
Ten minutes later, my mother began to be confused and shouted my breast name one after another.
After a abundant thunderstorm, she bloomed with a beautiful smile, which infected the surrounding trees, mountains and cliffs. I could feel her vitality strongly, especially the extremely pink and tender vagina, fresh and moist, and radiating the silk-like sunshine.
Mom, I will definitely listen to you
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