My fruitful autumn branches were picked to play with by mission, and in every gap in my mind, all my conscience and all my illusions jumped out to play with me at the same time; the journey of my desire to jump out of the sea of the world actually exhausted me, and the life that I wanted to break my heart has cleansed my energy...
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Come on, girl, this is the most famous glutinous rice ball on Xidan Temple Street. Dipped with osmanthus sauce, it is the best in the world. My mother took a glutinous rice ball and placed it on a light green porcelain plate in front of Wang Xian.
Next to it is a small porcelain bowl filled with light red osmanthus sauce
Wang Xian smiled and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. A happy face released on his face. It tastes so delicious. Sister, how is this osmanthus sauce made? Where can I buy it? I know that she is now considering what her mother wants.
Sure enough, the mother said happily, "It's hard for the girl to like to eat, so I'll ask Qiao'er to bring you a bottle back later."
She touched Wang Xian's slippery little hand kindly. This is what I made myself. Every year when the osmanthus is in full bloom, I pick it, put half a can in the osmanthus can, then peel off the sour plum meat, tear it into pieces, put it into the osmanthus can, and finally fill the jar with honey and seal it with wax. You can eat it in ten days. The older you get, the more you eat it, what I eat now is what I made last year.
My mother's osmanthus sauce has been eaten since I was a child
My favorite thing is to seep some ice water. Sitting in the yard, watching the distant mountains floating in the clouds and mist, and then savor the sweet feeling with a little sourness. The tongue is filled with a clear and distant taste. This fragrance travels through time and space. Even if it gets deeper over time, the fragrance will still float, engraved in the sky of my memory like a stunning geese.
Wang Xian squinted his eyes, stuck out his tongue intoxicatedly and licked it on his red lips a few times. Sister, you are so clever. Xiaoqiao inherited you and is the same outstanding. I stretched out my right foot under the table, followed her toes along her calves, and then frozen it on the inside of her thighs, and picked it a few times.
I saw her body as if she had been hit by Sun Wukong's immobilization method, her almond eyes glanced sideways, autumn waves flowed, and water was about to drip out.
But my mother didn't notice her expression and just said modestly, "What's this? Qiao'er just can't concentrate. She learns everything and doesn't know anything. Her voice is so beautiful, just like the chirping of a bird in the forest, flowing gently, and I seemed to hear the gurgling sound of water again."
My left hand reached under the table and pinched my mother's thigh, "Mom, stop talking about me, say something else. My mother's delicate face suddenly looked like a deep red hidden in the calyx. Who said that beauty is easy to grow old?
Isn’t the best evidence for a slightly drunk mother?
Yes, yes, sister, it's not too late. I want to go back first. You should rest early. Wang Xian stood up tactfully. I knew that her lower body must be filled with dripping vaginal fluid. Her expression full of spring was moving, and my heart was waving.
It's good that Qiaoer, you'll send Teacher Wang to see you off. It's such a cold day, be careful of the road. My mother was lazy and seductive.
I was so happy when I saw it. There was the tenderness of willows and the delicate beauty of peach and apricots in this room. I really wanted to catch them all in one place, but I knew that this was just a spring dream after all.
My mother would never allow such a thing to happen. She once said that if others knew about our affairs, she would never live.
I believe
The cold moon is silent, the sky is vast and vast
I lowered my head and greedily breathed the cold wind blowing from afar, mixed with dust and faint fragrance of flowers.
Are you angry? Qiao...I, I, I'm sorry. Wang Xian saw that I was silent all the way, looked at me carefully, holding my hand, her hands were cold, Good Bridge, really, I just miss you...
Let's see you, please don't be angry...
Her soft Wu dialect is like a warm current on such a cold night. I was a little moved. I held her hand and hugged her in my arms, gently stroked her, and kissed the black hair on her temples.
It's okay, I just don't want my mother to know about us. You have to know that we will be exposed one day when we are together. I looked at her like a forest, a snow field, and a grassland...
I heard the sound of blood ramming in my chest, my throat seemed dry, so Xian'er, I want to fuck you...
Here?
She asked softly, looking around, there was no trace of people on the desolate road, the wind blew the grass and trees on the roadside, the ink sky was without stars, and only a waning moon shone with a dismal white light
Of course... you open your feet a little, and your acupoint is so warm...
In the corner of the street, I took off half of Wang Xian's pants, put them on her bent legs, her plump butt naked in the cold wind
She was gasping heavily, perhaps because of the tension and coldness, she was a little trembling. Bridge, come in quickly, I'm so cold... Her obedience contains endless tenderness. At this time, she is like my little wife, but she is not, she is my class teacher and Chinese teacher
The answer to her is my powerful insertion
She screamed a little, her cheeks radiating a charming look, and her eyes radiated with excitement.
What kind of love can make a beautiful, beautiful, dignified and elegant woman abandon her dignity and soul and surrender to the crotch of a young man?
In other words, it was a desire that tied her up on a steep steel wire, making her struggle between human nature and desire, the tighter she tied her up.
I can't believe that I have that magic that can make every mature woman transform into a young girl in front of my pale age
Could it be that there is really a kind of power in the dark that controls the ship passing through the ocean of my life?
I kept asking Cangqiong, but Cangqiong was speechless. I turned a string of questions into sharp swords and stabbed the woman who was moaning with pity.
Every time I burned my desire, I felt the young soul in my body fission, and the black demon implanted cancer cells in my body. I think sooner or later, I will be terminally ill and will never be reborn.
Call my husband, call me...
I ordered my teacher, the engineer of the human soul, to carry on my limbs with trembling and heavy impacts again and again. The clear air gradually became wet. Under the quiet night sky, Wang Xian's face was as if combing and washing, and tears of excitement floated in the corners of his eyes. Our intense love sound was frozen into a frozen airflow gathered in her low hills and valleys.
Perhaps because I have always maintained a standing posture, I feel tired, my legs gradually become numb, and I can't stand the heat and cold. Finally, I leaned into it, and the thick semen water was like a blue spring, and like the roots of a big tree hidden deep in the hills.
And tonight's moonlight, hazy and blurry, flowing down the white tiles, the residual snow seemed to be melted by the enthusiasm of both of us, dripping from the eaves ticks.
Wang Xian was tidying up his clothes, his eyes shining with tears, curled up in my arms, with warmth in silence, gentleness and docile...
Bridge, how great it would be if it could be like this every day... Wang Xian had many thoughts on his face. She was sentimental, and her frowning willow eyebrows could not be stretched out at all times, just like Lin Daiyu in the Grand View Garden
Very Xian'er, I read a book a few days ago, and there is a sentence in it: One hour is a lifetime, and a moment is close to eternity. "I think we are the same
I know that one day, wrinkles will quietly cover her smooth face like the fallen leaves of the cold winter. Her eyes will no longer be as clear as water, leaving only the lingering sound of fatigue at the corners of the eyes, echoing in the past
I don’t know if that day, will I still be so attached to this day, like today and today…
Wang Xian cried
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The sky at night is always dark
The bleak moonlight dragged my lonely shadow so long, so long, and the world is so wide. Only one me is left, and I am having a dialogue between my heart.
The road in front of you is clean. Even if there are countless steps hustle and bustle here in the daytime, when blown by this cold wind, everything will appear white and thorough
I wonder if life can be like this, after a gust of wind and rain, thousands of romantic and romantic feelings are only destroyed in this moment
At this moment, I want to go home the most
My mother is waiting for me, under the misty light, in the soft quilt, waiting for me naked
When my coldness touched her heat, my whole world collapsed, in this intoxicating fragrance
What drank me was a mysterious fragrance. This was the mellowness in the aged wine. It often swelled the green boat under my crotch, turning into a light boat pulling white sails, sailing into the harbor where my mother's lips
I always think that the Creator is indeed magical. The same rice, water, and salt, there is a crystal clear and beautiful woman like my mother. This vast universe is full of incomprehensible mystery.
I gently caressed this gift of God. My mother's clam meat was impeccable. The warm juice and warm meat, a sweet and sour fragrance, filled with my breath
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ah, my daughter is red for a hundred years... Seven-point soft and sour, three-point wine, slid across my throat, unable to tell whether it is sweet, sour, or wine, but I feel sweet, sour, and wine. This subtle, wonderful, graceful, and exquisite is by no means anything in the world can express.
Mother was trembling, and her moaning sound was like the notes that jumped on the stalks, and like the song of the song "Bamboo dew drops" she pointed to the pipa. There were thousands of bamboo leaves falling down, and the shadows fell on the two tangled bodies. It was right or wrong, like a dream or a illusion.
Her whip is like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk, scattering and constantly, in the bamboo groves of the dark night, like a flute sound, and my penis is the long whip that night, playing the most brilliant and brilliant chapter in the world in the twitch and sound.
The wind roar outside gradually disappeared, with a whimpering sound
After my continuous twitching, my mother was like the wind blowing through the wheat waves, and like the ups and downs of the mountains, churning in the passionate winter
I leaned over to kiss her, her lips were as gentle as the rain in early spring, her tongue was hesitant between my lips and teeth, her moan was a song of joyful leap, and the sound of our yin and yang intersecting is a affectionate narration
In this way, between the ups and downs, we exchanged each other's energy and passion, gentle and harmonious, with a loose mood, a floating and intoxicating feeling.
She occasionally opened her eyes and looked at me flexibly. The jade-like water gently stroked my black hair, and the pubic hair under her was like rows of neatly arranged small seedlings in the desert paddy fields, waving with the wind.
I was suddenly moved by the inexplicable feeling when I buried my head in the seedlings. The thin and long slit of my mother's vagina was suddenly pushed open by me. Straws of yin energy flowed into my rushing blood with vigorous power. This is a hint of primitive vitality.
When thousands of sperm in my mother's body poured on my penis in an invincible and fearless posture, I realized that the nervous and uneasy heart was bound by worldly morality, suddenly, and I was overjoyed.
This comes from the suggestion of sex, which is obscure and awkward, but it is truly presented to me
I have some sudden realization that life itself is an ever-moving miracle. People have an eternal expectation and persistence for life.
This world is so beautiful
Passion is a wave that never fades, a dream with wings
I think my mother thinks so too
Everything in this world is extremely wonderful, the bitterest thing is the sweetest thing, the extremely astringent place is the extremely sweet place, as if it were two sides of one body
Facing the tenderness released by my mother, as a son, I can only pick it up with my heart
The blending of yin and yang seems so soft at this moment, but the most important thing is to experience the fulfillment with your heart and move that kind of love with your heart
Promise me, Dad will come back tomorrow, don't do anything wrong again. My beautiful mother naturally curved into an arc under my pounding, like a restrained morning glory, swaying in the wind
This sorrow requires real feelings with the fusion of body and mind. When my heart storms, how lucky I am to be able to be one with my mother and enjoy the most obscure romance in this world?
I understand what my mother means, how can you make mistakes again and again in life?
But God is destined that we are all a group of people who are persistent and have no regrets. We are destined to be until the moment when the landslides and the earth is broken and broken into pieces. I respect my mother's advice, but I don't know if I can do it.
OK Mom, I try to restrain myself. I drove my horse hard again, completely ignoring the trembling of my mother, and imagined to lead her to the peak of happiness. The dull slap sound was beautiful, far beyond what reality could bear.
Mother sighed, like the low voice of Mi Fei by the silence of the silence of the water, and like the passing wind, gently brushing through the helplessness of the wilderness.
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After everything was transformed and distorted, people finally went to the most ordinary place and examined their original wishes: What was my wish for life in the past?
If I still have a wish in the future, what wish should I make?
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When my father got home, it happened to be 5:30 pm
The sound of cars rumbling, and it was still the dilapidated Beijing Jeep. It was rolling over the snowy road table and stopped outside the door with a giggle.
Hurry, Qiaoer, go out first. Mother let out a long breath, and a hot breath was emitted from her nose. It sounded like a baby crying in her ears.
I felt nervous and excited. I raised my penis from my mother's tight vagina and stuffed it into my cotton sweatpants.
My mother seemed to be tidying up her lower body quickly. Why don't you go quickly? She glared at me fiercely, her angry eyes filled with charming waves.
Dad, you are back. Wenjing's father looked even thinner in his grandfather's leather robe. His face was rough and pale due to the wind. In addition, the deep purple glasses on the bridge of his nose make him look even more haggard
I feel a little sad. My father has been sleeping outside for many years, although it is for the career he loves, but also for this family?
Well, I'm back from Qiao'er. Have you listened to my mother at home? When my father saw me choking, he patted my shoulder comfortably. It's great to go home.
Dad, mom is making hot water for you in the inner room? Where is the driver? I looked at Xiao Wu, the driver who was starting the car. Why didn’t Uncle Xiao Wu come in and sit?
Hey, he is in a hurry to go home. In such a cold weather, he is newlywed again. This time he is with us for a few days, but he has ruined him. My father laughed and watched the Beijing Jeep that released a lot of black tail gas gradually fading away. It seems that my father is in a good mood.
How do you say such things to your child when you come back? The mother stood gracefully at the door, staring at her father as if she was angry, with a strange look on her face, and a strange look on the corners of her eyebrows
Yes, yes, I'm back. My father hurriedly stuffed the package into my hand. Qiao'er, you take these things into the room and divide them, some of them for the neighbors. My father saw all the shocked expressions in his eyes. I knew in my heart that it was a few days since he saw my mother. My father found that her mother was more charming than before, so he rushed to help me.
But he didn't know that it was because he had just had sex with me that his mother showed that lazy and seductive style
Alas, I'll get one for Erlang's house later, I agree
Every time my father goes out, he always brings some local specialties to his neighbors. In addition, his mother is dignified and humble and kind, so our family is famous for being a good person here.
There was a strong fragrance in the room, mixed with the smell of women's rouge powder and floral water. I think, maybe my mother was afraid of the smell of the air, so she took out this thicker perfume and sprayed it.
My father sneezes several times as soon as he entered the house. Why is it so fragrant?
Well, I just took out some old clothes to prepare for winter. There was a bit of a odor, so I sprinkled some perfume, but accidentally knocked it over. Sure enough, the bottle of cauliflower fell horizontally on the table
I found that there was a three-point shame in my mother's eyes, two-point weird and one-point proud. Her eyes were connected, and her face flushed. She glanced at me sideways and ignored me anymore.
My father, who had just entered the house, did not see the little movements between us at all, and was still immersed in the joy of going home.
Perhaps for wanderers who leave home, home is really the habitat of the soul, real and real
My eyes gradually became wet
Every time my father left home, for some reason, I always feel a little disappointed and always feel that in life seems to be missing something important
Although I can love my mother, I am more sad and confused when I love you
My father's generous and heavy smile told me that the world of three people is the most perfect, and this kind of family happiness cannot be replaced by anything.
Father, I really want to cry, joy makes me feel heartbroken, forgive my absurdity and unrestrainedness over the years
Although I have long been depressed and degenerated, the nightmare is like a long rope that has been tightened by my fragile neck, I dare not rush to the chair with the footrest.
After the salty tears, a heart-wrenching pain swam around me. Every time I dreamed of it late at night, I felt like I was in the endless snow, drops of black blood flowing through...
However, I have become a prodigal son who never looks back, obsessed with my mother's round and green peaks, and the abundant honey milk attracts me to nourish me. The wide mons pubis is like a fertile plain, with a warm palace built there, storing endless energy, waiting for me to grab...
Many years later, I read an article, and just one glance was enough to make me shocking...
Then, the lovesickness flowers in your hand should be regarded as a comfort from the distant night sky, an unknown star!
After rubbing the soft flower grains, it emits a faint fragrance, without a sad breath, nor a sigh, comfort is just comforting itself, just like a person's tears at the end, just tears, no accusation or regrets anything
All kinds of promises are a road of fire. Those who promise do not know it, they want to see it as if they are home.
A woman who is trapped in the sea of fire because of her promise to become a mother must see the copper cabinet coiled by mosquitoes and flies under the bushes, with a talisman of gods on it: You made the first choice to become a mother, now, I will give you the second choice and the last one; there are forgotten fruits and a glass of blood wine in it, and you will learn to betray after drinking it. All the sufferings on you will be eliminated, and you will restore your whole self, like a virgin who has never been pregnant.
This is written for my mother, and it is not written for me. This is a choice for my mother, and it is also for me.
I looked at the fragments of snow outside the window swaying in the wind. After a few days, it will be the Spring Festival.
I hope this is a good harvest
The glass near the window was covered with a faint mist. I sang "Ode to Peace" devoutly, praying for the arrival of sweet rain, hoping that the yoke bearers of the soul would remove the heavy yoke and let the breeze blow the darkness, no matter whether tomorrow is dawn or deeper black...
If only the last purple acacia flower is left in my palm, I will dedicate it to my father and mother, making this purple as quiet as the sea, pure and beautiful
Although there is a glimpse of melancholy, decadent and even desolate shadow hidden in the light
In fact, this is also the background of a seventeen-year-old boy, sensitive, ambiguous and obscure life
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Come on, girl, this is the most famous glutinous rice ball on Xidan Temple Street. Dipped with osmanthus sauce, it is the best in the world. My mother took a glutinous rice ball and placed it on a light green porcelain plate in front of Wang Xian.
Next to it is a small porcelain bowl filled with light red osmanthus sauce
Wang Xian smiled and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. A happy face released on his face. It tastes so delicious. Sister, how is this osmanthus sauce made? Where can I buy it? I know that she is now considering what her mother wants.
Sure enough, the mother said happily, "It's hard for the girl to like to eat, so I'll ask Qiao'er to bring you a bottle back later."
She touched Wang Xian's slippery little hand kindly. This is what I made myself. Every year when the osmanthus is in full bloom, I pick it, put half a can in the osmanthus can, then peel off the sour plum meat, tear it into pieces, put it into the osmanthus can, and finally fill the jar with honey and seal it with wax. You can eat it in ten days. The older you get, the more you eat it, what I eat now is what I made last year.
My mother's osmanthus sauce has been eaten since I was a child
My favorite thing is to seep some ice water. Sitting in the yard, watching the distant mountains floating in the clouds and mist, and then savor the sweet feeling with a little sourness. The tongue is filled with a clear and distant taste. This fragrance travels through time and space. Even if it gets deeper over time, the fragrance will still float, engraved in the sky of my memory like a stunning geese.
Wang Xian squinted his eyes, stuck out his tongue intoxicatedly and licked it on his red lips a few times. Sister, you are so clever. Xiaoqiao inherited you and is the same outstanding. I stretched out my right foot under the table, followed her toes along her calves, and then frozen it on the inside of her thighs, and picked it a few times.
I saw her body as if she had been hit by Sun Wukong's immobilization method, her almond eyes glanced sideways, autumn waves flowed, and water was about to drip out.
But my mother didn't notice her expression and just said modestly, "What's this? Qiao'er just can't concentrate. She learns everything and doesn't know anything. Her voice is so beautiful, just like the chirping of a bird in the forest, flowing gently, and I seemed to hear the gurgling sound of water again."
My left hand reached under the table and pinched my mother's thigh, "Mom, stop talking about me, say something else. My mother's delicate face suddenly looked like a deep red hidden in the calyx. Who said that beauty is easy to grow old?
Isn’t the best evidence for a slightly drunk mother?
Yes, yes, sister, it's not too late. I want to go back first. You should rest early. Wang Xian stood up tactfully. I knew that her lower body must be filled with dripping vaginal fluid. Her expression full of spring was moving, and my heart was waving.
It's good that Qiaoer, you'll send Teacher Wang to see you off. It's such a cold day, be careful of the road. My mother was lazy and seductive.
I was so happy when I saw it. There was the tenderness of willows and the delicate beauty of peach and apricots in this room. I really wanted to catch them all in one place, but I knew that this was just a spring dream after all.
My mother would never allow such a thing to happen. She once said that if others knew about our affairs, she would never live.
I believe
The cold moon is silent, the sky is vast and vast
I lowered my head and greedily breathed the cold wind blowing from afar, mixed with dust and faint fragrance of flowers.
Are you angry? Qiao...I, I, I'm sorry. Wang Xian saw that I was silent all the way, looked at me carefully, holding my hand, her hands were cold, Good Bridge, really, I just miss you...
Let's see you, please don't be angry...
Her soft Wu dialect is like a warm current on such a cold night. I was a little moved. I held her hand and hugged her in my arms, gently stroked her, and kissed the black hair on her temples.
It's okay, I just don't want my mother to know about us. You have to know that we will be exposed one day when we are together. I looked at her like a forest, a snow field, and a grassland...
I heard the sound of blood ramming in my chest, my throat seemed dry, so Xian'er, I want to fuck you...
Here?
She asked softly, looking around, there was no trace of people on the desolate road, the wind blew the grass and trees on the roadside, the ink sky was without stars, and only a waning moon shone with a dismal white light
Of course... you open your feet a little, and your acupoint is so warm...
In the corner of the street, I took off half of Wang Xian's pants, put them on her bent legs, her plump butt naked in the cold wind
She was gasping heavily, perhaps because of the tension and coldness, she was a little trembling. Bridge, come in quickly, I'm so cold... Her obedience contains endless tenderness. At this time, she is like my little wife, but she is not, she is my class teacher and Chinese teacher
The answer to her is my powerful insertion
She screamed a little, her cheeks radiating a charming look, and her eyes radiated with excitement.
What kind of love can make a beautiful, beautiful, dignified and elegant woman abandon her dignity and soul and surrender to the crotch of a young man?
In other words, it was a desire that tied her up on a steep steel wire, making her struggle between human nature and desire, the tighter she tied her up.
I can't believe that I have that magic that can make every mature woman transform into a young girl in front of my pale age
Could it be that there is really a kind of power in the dark that controls the ship passing through the ocean of my life?
I kept asking Cangqiong, but Cangqiong was speechless. I turned a string of questions into sharp swords and stabbed the woman who was moaning with pity.
Every time I burned my desire, I felt the young soul in my body fission, and the black demon implanted cancer cells in my body. I think sooner or later, I will be terminally ill and will never be reborn.
Call my husband, call me...
I ordered my teacher, the engineer of the human soul, to carry on my limbs with trembling and heavy impacts again and again. The clear air gradually became wet. Under the quiet night sky, Wang Xian's face was as if combing and washing, and tears of excitement floated in the corners of his eyes. Our intense love sound was frozen into a frozen airflow gathered in her low hills and valleys.
Perhaps because I have always maintained a standing posture, I feel tired, my legs gradually become numb, and I can't stand the heat and cold. Finally, I leaned into it, and the thick semen water was like a blue spring, and like the roots of a big tree hidden deep in the hills.
And tonight's moonlight, hazy and blurry, flowing down the white tiles, the residual snow seemed to be melted by the enthusiasm of both of us, dripping from the eaves ticks.
Wang Xian was tidying up his clothes, his eyes shining with tears, curled up in my arms, with warmth in silence, gentleness and docile...
Bridge, how great it would be if it could be like this every day... Wang Xian had many thoughts on his face. She was sentimental, and her frowning willow eyebrows could not be stretched out at all times, just like Lin Daiyu in the Grand View Garden
Very Xian'er, I read a book a few days ago, and there is a sentence in it: One hour is a lifetime, and a moment is close to eternity. "I think we are the same
I know that one day, wrinkles will quietly cover her smooth face like the fallen leaves of the cold winter. Her eyes will no longer be as clear as water, leaving only the lingering sound of fatigue at the corners of the eyes, echoing in the past
I don’t know if that day, will I still be so attached to this day, like today and today…
Wang Xian cried
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The sky at night is always dark
The bleak moonlight dragged my lonely shadow so long, so long, and the world is so wide. Only one me is left, and I am having a dialogue between my heart.
The road in front of you is clean. Even if there are countless steps hustle and bustle here in the daytime, when blown by this cold wind, everything will appear white and thorough
I wonder if life can be like this, after a gust of wind and rain, thousands of romantic and romantic feelings are only destroyed in this moment
At this moment, I want to go home the most
My mother is waiting for me, under the misty light, in the soft quilt, waiting for me naked
When my coldness touched her heat, my whole world collapsed, in this intoxicating fragrance
What drank me was a mysterious fragrance. This was the mellowness in the aged wine. It often swelled the green boat under my crotch, turning into a light boat pulling white sails, sailing into the harbor where my mother's lips
I always think that the Creator is indeed magical. The same rice, water, and salt, there is a crystal clear and beautiful woman like my mother. This vast universe is full of incomprehensible mystery.
I gently caressed this gift of God. My mother's clam meat was impeccable. The warm juice and warm meat, a sweet and sour fragrance, filled with my breath
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ah, my daughter is red for a hundred years... Seven-point soft and sour, three-point wine, slid across my throat, unable to tell whether it is sweet, sour, or wine, but I feel sweet, sour, and wine. This subtle, wonderful, graceful, and exquisite is by no means anything in the world can express.
Mother was trembling, and her moaning sound was like the notes that jumped on the stalks, and like the song of the song "Bamboo dew drops" she pointed to the pipa. There were thousands of bamboo leaves falling down, and the shadows fell on the two tangled bodies. It was right or wrong, like a dream or a illusion.
Her whip is like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk, scattering and constantly, in the bamboo groves of the dark night, like a flute sound, and my penis is the long whip that night, playing the most brilliant and brilliant chapter in the world in the twitch and sound.
The wind roar outside gradually disappeared, with a whimpering sound
After my continuous twitching, my mother was like the wind blowing through the wheat waves, and like the ups and downs of the mountains, churning in the passionate winter
I leaned over to kiss her, her lips were as gentle as the rain in early spring, her tongue was hesitant between my lips and teeth, her moan was a song of joyful leap, and the sound of our yin and yang intersecting is a affectionate narration
In this way, between the ups and downs, we exchanged each other's energy and passion, gentle and harmonious, with a loose mood, a floating and intoxicating feeling.
She occasionally opened her eyes and looked at me flexibly. The jade-like water gently stroked my black hair, and the pubic hair under her was like rows of neatly arranged small seedlings in the desert paddy fields, waving with the wind.
I was suddenly moved by the inexplicable feeling when I buried my head in the seedlings. The thin and long slit of my mother's vagina was suddenly pushed open by me. Straws of yin energy flowed into my rushing blood with vigorous power. This is a hint of primitive vitality.
When thousands of sperm in my mother's body poured on my penis in an invincible and fearless posture, I realized that the nervous and uneasy heart was bound by worldly morality, suddenly, and I was overjoyed.
This comes from the suggestion of sex, which is obscure and awkward, but it is truly presented to me
I have some sudden realization that life itself is an ever-moving miracle. People have an eternal expectation and persistence for life.
This world is so beautiful
Passion is a wave that never fades, a dream with wings
I think my mother thinks so too
Everything in this world is extremely wonderful, the bitterest thing is the sweetest thing, the extremely astringent place is the extremely sweet place, as if it were two sides of one body
Facing the tenderness released by my mother, as a son, I can only pick it up with my heart
The blending of yin and yang seems so soft at this moment, but the most important thing is to experience the fulfillment with your heart and move that kind of love with your heart
Promise me, Dad will come back tomorrow, don't do anything wrong again. My beautiful mother naturally curved into an arc under my pounding, like a restrained morning glory, swaying in the wind
This sorrow requires real feelings with the fusion of body and mind. When my heart storms, how lucky I am to be able to be one with my mother and enjoy the most obscure romance in this world?
I understand what my mother means, how can you make mistakes again and again in life?
But God is destined that we are all a group of people who are persistent and have no regrets. We are destined to be until the moment when the landslides and the earth is broken and broken into pieces. I respect my mother's advice, but I don't know if I can do it.
OK Mom, I try to restrain myself. I drove my horse hard again, completely ignoring the trembling of my mother, and imagined to lead her to the peak of happiness. The dull slap sound was beautiful, far beyond what reality could bear.
Mother sighed, like the low voice of Mi Fei by the silence of the silence of the water, and like the passing wind, gently brushing through the helplessness of the wilderness.
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After everything was transformed and distorted, people finally went to the most ordinary place and examined their original wishes: What was my wish for life in the past?
If I still have a wish in the future, what wish should I make?
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When my father got home, it happened to be 5:30 pm
The sound of cars rumbling, and it was still the dilapidated Beijing Jeep. It was rolling over the snowy road table and stopped outside the door with a giggle.
Hurry, Qiaoer, go out first. Mother let out a long breath, and a hot breath was emitted from her nose. It sounded like a baby crying in her ears.
I felt nervous and excited. I raised my penis from my mother's tight vagina and stuffed it into my cotton sweatpants.
My mother seemed to be tidying up her lower body quickly. Why don't you go quickly? She glared at me fiercely, her angry eyes filled with charming waves.
Dad, you are back. Wenjing's father looked even thinner in his grandfather's leather robe. His face was rough and pale due to the wind. In addition, the deep purple glasses on the bridge of his nose make him look even more haggard
I feel a little sad. My father has been sleeping outside for many years, although it is for the career he loves, but also for this family?
Well, I'm back from Qiao'er. Have you listened to my mother at home? When my father saw me choking, he patted my shoulder comfortably. It's great to go home.
Dad, mom is making hot water for you in the inner room? Where is the driver? I looked at Xiao Wu, the driver who was starting the car. Why didn’t Uncle Xiao Wu come in and sit?
Hey, he is in a hurry to go home. In such a cold weather, he is newlywed again. This time he is with us for a few days, but he has ruined him. My father laughed and watched the Beijing Jeep that released a lot of black tail gas gradually fading away. It seems that my father is in a good mood.
How do you say such things to your child when you come back? The mother stood gracefully at the door, staring at her father as if she was angry, with a strange look on her face, and a strange look on the corners of her eyebrows
Yes, yes, I'm back. My father hurriedly stuffed the package into my hand. Qiao'er, you take these things into the room and divide them, some of them for the neighbors. My father saw all the shocked expressions in his eyes. I knew in my heart that it was a few days since he saw my mother. My father found that her mother was more charming than before, so he rushed to help me.
But he didn't know that it was because he had just had sex with me that his mother showed that lazy and seductive style
Alas, I'll get one for Erlang's house later, I agree
Every time my father goes out, he always brings some local specialties to his neighbors. In addition, his mother is dignified and humble and kind, so our family is famous for being a good person here.
There was a strong fragrance in the room, mixed with the smell of women's rouge powder and floral water. I think, maybe my mother was afraid of the smell of the air, so she took out this thicker perfume and sprayed it.
My father sneezes several times as soon as he entered the house. Why is it so fragrant?
Well, I just took out some old clothes to prepare for winter. There was a bit of a odor, so I sprinkled some perfume, but accidentally knocked it over. Sure enough, the bottle of cauliflower fell horizontally on the table
I found that there was a three-point shame in my mother's eyes, two-point weird and one-point proud. Her eyes were connected, and her face flushed. She glanced at me sideways and ignored me anymore.
My father, who had just entered the house, did not see the little movements between us at all, and was still immersed in the joy of going home.
Perhaps for wanderers who leave home, home is really the habitat of the soul, real and real
My eyes gradually became wet
Every time my father left home, for some reason, I always feel a little disappointed and always feel that in life seems to be missing something important
Although I can love my mother, I am more sad and confused when I love you
My father's generous and heavy smile told me that the world of three people is the most perfect, and this kind of family happiness cannot be replaced by anything.
Father, I really want to cry, joy makes me feel heartbroken, forgive my absurdity and unrestrainedness over the years
Although I have long been depressed and degenerated, the nightmare is like a long rope that has been tightened by my fragile neck, I dare not rush to the chair with the footrest.
After the salty tears, a heart-wrenching pain swam around me. Every time I dreamed of it late at night, I felt like I was in the endless snow, drops of black blood flowing through...
However, I have become a prodigal son who never looks back, obsessed with my mother's round and green peaks, and the abundant honey milk attracts me to nourish me. The wide mons pubis is like a fertile plain, with a warm palace built there, storing endless energy, waiting for me to grab...
Many years later, I read an article, and just one glance was enough to make me shocking...
Then, the lovesickness flowers in your hand should be regarded as a comfort from the distant night sky, an unknown star!
After rubbing the soft flower grains, it emits a faint fragrance, without a sad breath, nor a sigh, comfort is just comforting itself, just like a person's tears at the end, just tears, no accusation or regrets anything
All kinds of promises are a road of fire. Those who promise do not know it, they want to see it as if they are home.
A woman who is trapped in the sea of fire because of her promise to become a mother must see the copper cabinet coiled by mosquitoes and flies under the bushes, with a talisman of gods on it: You made the first choice to become a mother, now, I will give you the second choice and the last one; there are forgotten fruits and a glass of blood wine in it, and you will learn to betray after drinking it. All the sufferings on you will be eliminated, and you will restore your whole self, like a virgin who has never been pregnant.
This is written for my mother, and it is not written for me. This is a choice for my mother, and it is also for me.
I looked at the fragments of snow outside the window swaying in the wind. After a few days, it will be the Spring Festival.
I hope this is a good harvest
The glass near the window was covered with a faint mist. I sang "Ode to Peace" devoutly, praying for the arrival of sweet rain, hoping that the yoke bearers of the soul would remove the heavy yoke and let the breeze blow the darkness, no matter whether tomorrow is dawn or deeper black...
If only the last purple acacia flower is left in my palm, I will dedicate it to my father and mother, making this purple as quiet as the sea, pure and beautiful
Although there is a glimpse of melancholy, decadent and even desolate shadow hidden in the light
In fact, this is also the background of a seventeen-year-old boy, sensitive, ambiguous and obscure life
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