It doesn't matter. If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem that important.As he said, he bent down and reached out to touch your head. After all, Ah, it is not appropriate to let such a guy who doesn't even let the student run around outside.
So, then fuck you.
You cursed with your head down, then stood up with your knees, stumbled back to the chair, and turned to face the other person.
The cortex and liquid rub against each other tightly against the skin, making a squeaking sound.
After wiping your face, you stared at him, licked your two fingers wet, opened your door wide and stuffed your body downwards, and shrank your body as soon as you touched the flesh wall.
What about me, I didn't fuck your student.You even put one leg on the armrest and slid down the back of the chair, but Teacher Wuzhao continued to take advantage of the topic and played endlessly. I don’t mind fucking all the knotweeds and the like.I can do it too, one for girls today, two for tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.Have you heard it clearly?
You took a breath from the gap between your teeth, half biting your lower lip and inserting your vagina while fiddling with your clitoris, and your words were intermittent, and then... I don't care about the strongest way of acting like a mighty man in the world of spells, and you have the ability to kill me.
If you don't kill, come here quickly.The fingers are too short.
The man stared at you for a half second, as if he couldn't hold it in, and smiled with his mouth tight.
Even if you are almost at the critical point, you twist your waist and swallow your saliva, gritting your teeth and gritting your teeth,
Do you want to fuck me?
Before I could say it, come over quickly and have an orgasm.You cried and scratched, your chair hitting the wall, making a huge impact.
One day I will be pissed to death by you.The whole piece in and out, the man said while biting your neck and bleeding.
Some things are worth trying.
For example, to watch a shocking sunrise and climb the mountain in the dark in the middle of the night, to guard the gorgeous sunset and wander boredly, to taste a peerless wine, to wait for ten years in a wooden barrel.
Some things are worth it.
For example, now, just like watching the afterglow of fireworks in a slight drunkenness, waiting for a magnificent and beautiful meteor shower, and blending in with each other in the indescribable sunrise.
It is hard to say how much of such an exaggerated effect has to do with the long-lasting torture, but you can wait, after all, it is outrageous to let the cunning hunter step into the trap.
His legs were carried high on the man's waist, and his back and neck touched the chair, as if he was about to be broken.
If the price to do is to choose one of the upper and lower bodies, then it will be broken.
Thoughts come out, not water without a source.
Just as the source of body fluids is in heat, the pounding is thrust and it is not mentioned, and there are not many that are splashing on the body and face.
You screamed endlessly, and soon your voice was hoarse, from moaning to crying to silently opening your mouth, your sex was so scared that you even felt panic.
The movement of fucking you stopped, and you squinted your eyes and watched the man pull your legs with one hand, pulling open the uniform top with the other, pulling open the front of the shirt, revealing his chest and abdomen that was shining with thin sweat under the light.
The lower abdomen was trembling and the vagina was twitching. The butt was being dragged up and carried it high with force. The pubic hair rubbed against the swollen labia and the clitoris, and the scrotum slapped on the wet butt.
The vagina was pushed to the bottom and stretched thinly and deeply, and all the secrets were ground and squeezed. From now on, the man ejaculated all the climax.
The premise of description is not to speak human words, but to be conscious.
So no one in the world can clearly express what the climax should be like. Apart from the series of metaphors and the muscle activities produced by fantasy, there are few more answers.
If you insist on asking why, I believe there will always be people who pretend to be mysterious.
Even if you never know what you feel, as long as you experience that moment, any woman will instantly realize that it is this.
It can be described as a stream of fire burning along the tendons and veins, and can be summarized as a thunderbolt in the sky with blank brain thunder, which can be thought of twitching legs, goosebumps all over the body, all the pores, the buzzing in the ears and eyes, and rolling eyes when the pupils are dilated.
Before the Middle Ages, pagan worship often used sexual intercourse as a way of communication with God. They firmly believed that women's vagina was the ladder to the palace of the divine realm, and at the climax moment, it was the moment when ordinary humans were closest to gods.
Believers sacrifice sex and use sexual intercourse as dedication to God with supreme fertility to exchange for that mysterious and precious and refreshing divine revelation.
You're different, you think.
Your god is fucking you.
So, then fuck you.
You cursed with your head down, then stood up with your knees, stumbled back to the chair, and turned to face the other person.
The cortex and liquid rub against each other tightly against the skin, making a squeaking sound.
After wiping your face, you stared at him, licked your two fingers wet, opened your door wide and stuffed your body downwards, and shrank your body as soon as you touched the flesh wall.
What about me, I didn't fuck your student.You even put one leg on the armrest and slid down the back of the chair, but Teacher Wuzhao continued to take advantage of the topic and played endlessly. I don’t mind fucking all the knotweeds and the like.I can do it too, one for girls today, two for tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.Have you heard it clearly?
You took a breath from the gap between your teeth, half biting your lower lip and inserting your vagina while fiddling with your clitoris, and your words were intermittent, and then... I don't care about the strongest way of acting like a mighty man in the world of spells, and you have the ability to kill me.
If you don't kill, come here quickly.The fingers are too short.
The man stared at you for a half second, as if he couldn't hold it in, and smiled with his mouth tight.
Even if you are almost at the critical point, you twist your waist and swallow your saliva, gritting your teeth and gritting your teeth,
Do you want to fuck me?
Before I could say it, come over quickly and have an orgasm.You cried and scratched, your chair hitting the wall, making a huge impact.
One day I will be pissed to death by you.The whole piece in and out, the man said while biting your neck and bleeding.
Some things are worth trying.
For example, to watch a shocking sunrise and climb the mountain in the dark in the middle of the night, to guard the gorgeous sunset and wander boredly, to taste a peerless wine, to wait for ten years in a wooden barrel.
Some things are worth it.
For example, now, just like watching the afterglow of fireworks in a slight drunkenness, waiting for a magnificent and beautiful meteor shower, and blending in with each other in the indescribable sunrise.
It is hard to say how much of such an exaggerated effect has to do with the long-lasting torture, but you can wait, after all, it is outrageous to let the cunning hunter step into the trap.
His legs were carried high on the man's waist, and his back and neck touched the chair, as if he was about to be broken.
If the price to do is to choose one of the upper and lower bodies, then it will be broken.
Thoughts come out, not water without a source.
Just as the source of body fluids is in heat, the pounding is thrust and it is not mentioned, and there are not many that are splashing on the body and face.
You screamed endlessly, and soon your voice was hoarse, from moaning to crying to silently opening your mouth, your sex was so scared that you even felt panic.
The movement of fucking you stopped, and you squinted your eyes and watched the man pull your legs with one hand, pulling open the uniform top with the other, pulling open the front of the shirt, revealing his chest and abdomen that was shining with thin sweat under the light.
The lower abdomen was trembling and the vagina was twitching. The butt was being dragged up and carried it high with force. The pubic hair rubbed against the swollen labia and the clitoris, and the scrotum slapped on the wet butt.
The vagina was pushed to the bottom and stretched thinly and deeply, and all the secrets were ground and squeezed. From now on, the man ejaculated all the climax.
The premise of description is not to speak human words, but to be conscious.
So no one in the world can clearly express what the climax should be like. Apart from the series of metaphors and the muscle activities produced by fantasy, there are few more answers.
If you insist on asking why, I believe there will always be people who pretend to be mysterious.
Even if you never know what you feel, as long as you experience that moment, any woman will instantly realize that it is this.
It can be described as a stream of fire burning along the tendons and veins, and can be summarized as a thunderbolt in the sky with blank brain thunder, which can be thought of twitching legs, goosebumps all over the body, all the pores, the buzzing in the ears and eyes, and rolling eyes when the pupils are dilated.
Before the Middle Ages, pagan worship often used sexual intercourse as a way of communication with God. They firmly believed that women's vagina was the ladder to the palace of the divine realm, and at the climax moment, it was the moment when ordinary humans were closest to gods.
Believers sacrifice sex and use sexual intercourse as dedication to God with supreme fertility to exchange for that mysterious and precious and refreshing divine revelation.
You're different, you think.
Your god is fucking you.
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