Chapter 38 Mulholland Road Twenty-one

Are you crying all the time?It hurts?

Xia You just wanted to ask when he asked, but his friend said it first. The words in his mouth could only be circled around his tongue and swallowed them back. Well... can he continue?It's almost done.After saying that, it sounds particularly ruthless.

He frowned himself.

I really treat myself as a tattoo artist.He thought about rolling his eyes.

At least half of the things in the world are clearly divided into black or white with secular consensus.

For example, people with strong abilities have the responsibility and obligation to save and protect the weak. For example, students should live up to their time and work hard during the stage of education. For example... If you have a tattoo on your body, you will leave a negative first impression on others.

Xia You glanced at the small black dot on his body and turned his gaze to look at the exaggerated figure on the inside of his arm in front of him.

Where is the standard and the standards, the vague gray area between black and white is far more vast and chaotic than I imagined.

A gray wave that rolled like noise was coming, and it would completely swallow the person in a flash.

He felt that he was tilting his neck and cushioning his toes, maintaining balance and maintaining breathing hard, but the cornerstone that formed him was washed and dissolved.

While he was considering how to reconcile with himself, he had two more threads tattooed.

I chose a relatively thin needle this time, which should be far less painful than last time, but my hands tied to the table were clenched and my limbs were trembling as my brushstrokes.

Because there is a variable, compared to the last time.

The variable can no longer be resisted and is just trying to deal with you.

Xia You realized that she was in a daze and decided to soak in the deep gray sea for a while.

At the beginning, I was just panting, and one or two sounds leaked out.

He couldn't help but compare the memories of the first eye opening ring, and even smacked his tongue.

I once doubted that I could see such an eye-catching and inhumane scene every day. If I continue to work hard like this, I will be soft and hard, so I am really weak and weak. Now I can still get erect like this. It is a blessing.

Very fragrant, what does it taste?It looks like a flower with a stamen exposed, like a blooming smell.I was curious, but I didn't hear more noises, so I didn't care about myself, so I simply turned my head and looked.

It feels so strange and strange when I unbuttoned the buttons on your front one by one, rubbing my nose and ears. This matter itself is like jumping around a dividing line of red and yellow alternately.

I was completely ignored, and it didn't matter how much I looked with my face and my head tilted.

It's Wu's shirt, you're wearing it too big.

The sleeves of the arm tied to the table were neatly curled up high, and the other one had just taken off, peeling off the white elbows that were unique to women.

My waist was arched and I was about to fall back on my bed, but I was hugged and tightly understood how I knew now?

Incredible.

You trembled gently when you were kissed on your body. Maybe it didn’t hurt, or it just now?

Xia You remembered it and added another stroke to the tattoo. You were indeed shaking even more.

It hurts and feels good, it should be quite interesting.

He was wondering how to tattoo slowly.

It's really fatal, but I'm just a little interested in learning a little bit. How did it develop like this?

Xia You thought about how to slow down the motion without making any mistakes.

I can't hold back my moans anymore, so I'm too lazy to torture myself and just look at it.

The thigh is blocking, but I guess it is touching it below, and the flesh on my legs is shaking slightly.

You twisted and hid on your bed, biting the finger of your other hand, holding it and pressing it on the side of your head and hair. Your friend said to you as he called out, I want to hear it.

You were not as loud as he was speaking. It sounded like a little animal was crying. These two people would never remember to take care of themselves now. Is it too late, probably not, because it was too loud below.

Speaking of which, I was even used to it to the point where I knew what I was doing when I heard it.

This is the sticky labia that are playing with sticky thuds, sticking and splitting, squeezing and rubbing, isn't this how to play now?

Your legs shrank, and you could see your fingers poking in, the sound became louder, with dripping fluids and labia in and out.

Or find an excuse to rush around and rush there?

How is that possible?

Xia You turned his eyes and stared at the snow-white ceiling for a while, sighed, and picked up the motor needle again.