Xia Yu still decided to satisfy his sister's wish
He sat on the bed and endured great shame and took off his pants little by little. The temperature of the night and the quiet air stroked his exposed skin. Although his sister was not around, her countless eyes were watching him in the dark shadows and whispering torture him.
His fingertips trembled slightly, straightened his cell phone on the pillow, and reflected his legs into the other party's screen
Xia Wuxia pillows on the bed, wearing headphones, smiling
Sister, what should I do next? He spoke softly and gently. Although the sound insulation effect at home is not bad, he still dared not be bold and arrogant. Should he take it off again?
Or is it like you said before, just like this...touch it?
casual
Xia Yu received a typing response from his sister in a state of anxiety
He doesn't think this is literal. In fact, he savors any sentence, word, and chews in the middle of the night.
My sister said it was just that she wanted him to show off.
He swallowed in the silent darkness, his voice was low and gentle, and his ambiguous desire was stained with the breath of ambiguous desire
He was a little worried that his sister would be dissatisfied, but at the same time he was eager to show himself in front of her like a student who had been preparing for a long time after class.
The heartbeats accelerated, the blood surged, and the cortex warmed up. Xia Yu spent a lot of effort to touch his fingertips.
Hot, hot, and panic. You have to play with yourself in front of your sister, or even climax. You don’t feel serious.
Although it was not so normal to serve my sister to orgasm before, how could a serious boy hand over his body so easily or would he play with him in a video?
Will her sister, and will she think he is not self-loved enough?
Okay, Xia Yu, what are you pretentious? What did you do before? Isn’t it enough to do it now? He loves his sister and is only with his sister. How can this be considered self-deprecating?
Really, I would think so much about doing this kind of thing. Xia Yu withdrew his attention in extreme palpitations, and his fingers slowly covered the dormant place.
Xia Wuxia was looking at him, looking at him, and examining him, he could clearly feel this point
Ah, it's really hard to do
Maybe he is too conservative. He doesn't love desires and hates the feeling of indulging in desires. Masturbation is very rare. Every time he finishes his work, he has to stare at the ceiling, feeling that his soul is sticky and covered with black juice and is extremely dirty.
If he thinks of his sister at this time, he will become even more disgusted with himself
He didn't know that his ability was so disgusting, or because of love, he didn't dare to think about this word, but when he reflected on it, he would touch it without hesitation.
And now he thought he might be able to try to mention the word
Because I love the black dog and applaud the sunrise, because I love the goat and the sunset, I pray devoutly, because I love the mayfly and live to death, and because I love him, I will think of these three such childish and pretentious words.
But this is strength, courage, and it is also a good medicine for his fearless ethical pain and contrary to common sense.
So what is he worried about and what is he afraid of?
Just when Xia Wuxia was a little impatient, she saw him lifting the corner of his clothes through the screen, his abdominal muscles were evenly thin and in a proper shape, and perhaps because of his shyness, he could have a little shiny reflection.
The half-covered body makes the empty desire more unbearable and worth looking forward to
Xia Wuxia returned to the dormitory where she used to work, but there was no curtain on the bed. The four of them were sleeping. The short-haired girl was memorizing the legal knowledge point. The girl below took a bucket and was reading while soaking her feet. She was wearing headphones on her side, hiding in the bright light bulb, peeping at her brother.
The corners of his clothes have not fallen. It can be imagined that he bit some white on his lips. A little bit of saliva from the tip of his pink tongue will moisten the little white. The foreign object will prompt him to secrete more liquid. His lips are rosy, and the sides of his cheeks will be slightly red. His whole body is soaked with pink clouds and pink water light.
Xia Yu usually has a cool and shiny style like diamonds, which is different from Xia Wuxia but is similar. But now the diamond is dyed with lust and becomes bright and even so wet and decadent.
At this moment, there is a very appropriate metaphor. A star fell into the lake, and she only saw it.
When Xia Wuxia found out that he picked him up, she witnessed him. His star that always chose to illuminate her was tortured by lust, tormented by conscience, and blamed by cognition.
Xia Wuxia thought that many times people attach too much importance to love and raise the people they love too high, but she is not. Even if she loves or does not love, she likes to always stand on a high place, laugh at these men with cold eyes or subtle and compassionate eyes, these high-ranking men, these men who are used to favor and have high self-esteem, are struggling in the mud of the world, desperate, crying, hate but are still powerlessly dropped, damaged, and finally sinking without anything.
Drowning in the air, drowning in love
Perhaps Xia Yu didn't know yet that their tragedy was that he valued love too seriously, and she saw love too clearly, not to mention that she didn't love him yet
Finally, Xia Wuxia raised the corners of her mouth slightly, slowly approached the headset, and gently asked something that had nothing to do with what they were doing.
Do you love me?
He sat on the bed and endured great shame and took off his pants little by little. The temperature of the night and the quiet air stroked his exposed skin. Although his sister was not around, her countless eyes were watching him in the dark shadows and whispering torture him.
His fingertips trembled slightly, straightened his cell phone on the pillow, and reflected his legs into the other party's screen
Xia Wuxia pillows on the bed, wearing headphones, smiling
Sister, what should I do next? He spoke softly and gently. Although the sound insulation effect at home is not bad, he still dared not be bold and arrogant. Should he take it off again?
Or is it like you said before, just like this...touch it?
casual
Xia Yu received a typing response from his sister in a state of anxiety
He doesn't think this is literal. In fact, he savors any sentence, word, and chews in the middle of the night.
My sister said it was just that she wanted him to show off.
He swallowed in the silent darkness, his voice was low and gentle, and his ambiguous desire was stained with the breath of ambiguous desire
He was a little worried that his sister would be dissatisfied, but at the same time he was eager to show himself in front of her like a student who had been preparing for a long time after class.
The heartbeats accelerated, the blood surged, and the cortex warmed up. Xia Yu spent a lot of effort to touch his fingertips.
Hot, hot, and panic. You have to play with yourself in front of your sister, or even climax. You don’t feel serious.
Although it was not so normal to serve my sister to orgasm before, how could a serious boy hand over his body so easily or would he play with him in a video?
Will her sister, and will she think he is not self-loved enough?
Okay, Xia Yu, what are you pretentious? What did you do before? Isn’t it enough to do it now? He loves his sister and is only with his sister. How can this be considered self-deprecating?
Really, I would think so much about doing this kind of thing. Xia Yu withdrew his attention in extreme palpitations, and his fingers slowly covered the dormant place.
Xia Wuxia was looking at him, looking at him, and examining him, he could clearly feel this point
Ah, it's really hard to do
Maybe he is too conservative. He doesn't love desires and hates the feeling of indulging in desires. Masturbation is very rare. Every time he finishes his work, he has to stare at the ceiling, feeling that his soul is sticky and covered with black juice and is extremely dirty.
If he thinks of his sister at this time, he will become even more disgusted with himself
He didn't know that his ability was so disgusting, or because of love, he didn't dare to think about this word, but when he reflected on it, he would touch it without hesitation.
And now he thought he might be able to try to mention the word
Because I love the black dog and applaud the sunrise, because I love the goat and the sunset, I pray devoutly, because I love the mayfly and live to death, and because I love him, I will think of these three such childish and pretentious words.
But this is strength, courage, and it is also a good medicine for his fearless ethical pain and contrary to common sense.
So what is he worried about and what is he afraid of?
Just when Xia Wuxia was a little impatient, she saw him lifting the corner of his clothes through the screen, his abdominal muscles were evenly thin and in a proper shape, and perhaps because of his shyness, he could have a little shiny reflection.
The half-covered body makes the empty desire more unbearable and worth looking forward to
Xia Wuxia returned to the dormitory where she used to work, but there was no curtain on the bed. The four of them were sleeping. The short-haired girl was memorizing the legal knowledge point. The girl below took a bucket and was reading while soaking her feet. She was wearing headphones on her side, hiding in the bright light bulb, peeping at her brother.
The corners of his clothes have not fallen. It can be imagined that he bit some white on his lips. A little bit of saliva from the tip of his pink tongue will moisten the little white. The foreign object will prompt him to secrete more liquid. His lips are rosy, and the sides of his cheeks will be slightly red. His whole body is soaked with pink clouds and pink water light.
Xia Yu usually has a cool and shiny style like diamonds, which is different from Xia Wuxia but is similar. But now the diamond is dyed with lust and becomes bright and even so wet and decadent.
At this moment, there is a very appropriate metaphor. A star fell into the lake, and she only saw it.
When Xia Wuxia found out that he picked him up, she witnessed him. His star that always chose to illuminate her was tortured by lust, tormented by conscience, and blamed by cognition.
Xia Wuxia thought that many times people attach too much importance to love and raise the people they love too high, but she is not. Even if she loves or does not love, she likes to always stand on a high place, laugh at these men with cold eyes or subtle and compassionate eyes, these high-ranking men, these men who are used to favor and have high self-esteem, are struggling in the mud of the world, desperate, crying, hate but are still powerlessly dropped, damaged, and finally sinking without anything.
Drowning in the air, drowning in love
Perhaps Xia Yu didn't know yet that their tragedy was that he valued love too seriously, and she saw love too clearly, not to mention that she didn't love him yet
Finally, Xia Wuxia raised the corners of her mouth slightly, slowly approached the headset, and gently asked something that had nothing to do with what they were doing.
Do you love me?
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