Chapter 86

I usually eat in the new canteen No. 3, with more dishes and close to the dormitory. After preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, I basically changed to the canteen No. 1. If Chen Yao had no classes, she would take up a seat in advance to make the meal. If there were classes, we could only wait slowly with oil smoke. For ordinary people's taste, all kinds of fried rice at window No. 2 are quite a bit good.

After dinner, Chen Yao suggested walking along the south corridor and buying some fruit. It was at the entrance of the fruit supermarket opposite the swimming pool that I felt my cell phone vibrating.

As worried, it was a text message from a Guangdong number starting with 135, as simple as before: gray, room 1109.

I used my hand to block the sunlight and confirmed it. It was indeed these words and that number.

Chen Yao turned around and asked what was wrong. She had just jumped up the steps excitedly and tried to fly like a bird. I said it was okay, but after putting my phone in my pocket, she immediately smiled.

Soon, I bought a few apples and found them. After walking two steps, my phone vibrated again.

I tried hard to convince myself to ignore it, but I couldn't help it. This time I had a higher number of words: I forgot to say it, and it worked within an hour.

It is worth mentioning that commas and periods are all text messages and are not added by me.

Chen Yao happily peeled the orange that was made for the price, muttering in her mouth, saying how to play Christmas Eve, and her shiny ponytail jumped lightly as she walked.

Just in this bright and lightweight, the phone rang out. When I hesitated to pick it up, I thought the other party was finally going to say something, and I was instantly hung up again.

Chen Yao turned her face and frowned in dissatisfaction.

This day, there was no cloud, but the wind was still swaying as usual. The white garbage circled around him from time to time and rose to a high altitude.

I wrapped my down jacket tightly and squinted my eyes at the sun.

As soon as I received the text message last night, I replied, asking who the other party was and what I wanted to do.

I waited for two minutes with the watch stuck, and naturally, without a response.

I immediately jumped out of bed and called it in the aisle. I didn't answer the guy, and then called him again, but it was not possible to connect.

I was not willing to speculate on what this harassing text message and even the recent series of text messages, CDs and room cards mean, but my sleep was still late due to tossing and turning. Fortunately, when I opened my eyes early in the morning, I was sure that I fell asleep last night.

After watching Chen Yao return to the dormitory, I did not go to the second teaching building for self-study, but turned around and returned to the dormitory, and even started jogging as I walked.

The four rooms have two gold, one red and one silver. The only one close to gray is the only one with the silver one. I really don’t know if it’s my color blindness or this guy’s color blindness.

In terms of name, the silver-gray room card is the most special one. There is an extra bracket between Hongda and the Grand Hotel, which says "Vacation". As for the hotel address, of course it is on the shore of Agarwood Lake.

Agarwood Lake is about 20 kilometers away from the small town where X-Generation is located. It took almost two hours to ride a one-way trip last year. It was conservatively estimated that it would take twenty or thirty minutes. I heard that the tourist bus was opened in early June, so I obviously didn’t need to consider this.

The time to receive the text message was twelve:32, twenty-three minutes had passed.

With a hint of luck, I dialed the Guangdong number in anger again, but it still couldn't be connected.

In fact, I don’t have to pay attention to it at all. What does the whole ridiculous thing like "Adapting Science" have to do with me?

Not to mention immortal jumping, even if the Guangdong account has no malicious intentions, this is an obvious prank.

However, without hesitation, I packed up and went downstairs.

When I got into the taxi, I reminded myself to relax.

Unfortunately, I rushed to the shore of Chenxiang Lake and it was already 1:43. It took me more than ten minutes to go around the college road, which I had not expected.

Far from afar, a giant silver-white casserole sits beside the water with its back against the bare woods, and the sun and wind occasionally bring a few dazzling royal blue halos.

I didn't know if I should turn around, or pretend that the guest took the room card and opened a room where I didn't know what was waiting for.

My brother asked me where to stop and rub my eyes. I was pointing to the Hongda Hotel.

To be honest, unlike in the photos, this casserole looks much flattering, a bit like the copper hotpot used in the 1990s. It can be used as a wheel shaft when you turn sideways.

To the west of the hotel's main entrance, which is on my right hand, is a row of Mediterranean-style dining sheds, with milky white herringbone roofs layered, like the sandwich biscuits that the master had trouble building. The tables, chairs and benches were complete, but in this winter, there were only a few tourists who were walking around.

Further southwest, according to the sign, it should be a water park. The light blue slide tower is vaguely visible under the sky.

The parking lot was in the woods on the east and west wings, and it seemed like a ring-shaped one. Compared with the sparse pedestrians, the parking lot was full, and there were so many that it was a bit disproportionate. For some reason, I couldn't help but glance at it several times.

There are black square stones under my feet. It’s hard to say what material is, but undoubtedly, this is not the agarwood lake that I have checked for garbage in my mind.

I didn't run as I thought, but instead fucked my pockets with both hands and strided hard.

When I stood at the door of the revolving door, I hesitated for a moment, gritted my teeth and walked in.

Just like all the luxurious places in my memory, the hotel lobby is just as magnificent, and hundreds of lights make the interior brighter under the white light than the sunny outdoors.

I avoided the doorman, bypassed the welcome lady, and went straight to the elevator.

Embarrassingly, when the elevator operator asked about the floor, I had to take out my phone and confirm it. There were only four numbers, and I couldn't say why I forgot it all.

When the elevator started, the cool sister who was speaking Pingyang Mandarin asked again, "It's hot." Then I realized that I was sweating. Without raising my hand, my cheeks swelled uncontrollably.

I have to say that all the service staff are very sweet, but I feel more and more that I am a fake.

Looking at the sign hanging from the ceiling, 1109 was in the VIP area, and after leaving the elevator, he turned right for about ten meters. The target room appeared in front of him without warning. There was a milky white wooden door open on the chocolate wall. It looked like a plate of teeth poked out from the tooth. The golden room number was the food residue stuck to it, which was as foul smelling as dazzling.

But it is indeed 1109, I checked it twice, and it was correct.

I wandered around for a while, and then I put it on the door and listened. There was no sound, and I knocked it tentatively, but there was no response.

I can't tell you why, but I didn't click the doorbell-like thing above the doorknob, and I never thought about it.

At this moment, it was in my early 10s and 20 minutes since the validity time mentioned in the text message. I was not sure whether I had to go in or not. I was even worried that the plot of robbery in the movie would fall on me. I knew that thinking this way was a bit puzzling, but this idea really emerged in a panic.

Except for a small room that looks like a functional room, there are only two rooms on the front right of the entire elevator, 1109 and 1110.

There was a camera in the corner of the ceiling at the upper left, and no indicator lights proved that it was still working, but I walked over and waved at it with a smile.

Yes, I'm such a slut.

After turning around, he went straight to the door of 1109. When he took out the room card from his trouser pocket, he was sweating.

Soon, with a click, the door opened, no matter what, it was too sensitive to the reaction.

Before entering, I looked back at the corridor. It was yellow and orange, furry, like a wriggling large intestine.

For no reason, I suddenly felt that my performance was not decent enough, and even tiptoed more and more.

Compared with the outside, the interior is even quieter and darker, and a touch of palm-wide sunlight penetrates into the gap in the curtains in front of it, bright and short.

It took me a long time to get used to the haze and start to move my steps carefully.

There is a space of fifty or sixty square meters, with tables, chairs and sofas scattered on the ground. On the right side is a two-dimensional aisle, which is bright inside.

After listening for a while, I slowly headed inward, and had to admit it, my heart was beating violently.

Of course, it turns out that it is unnecessary to be too cautious, and there is no one in the bedroom. The sun is pouring in like a flood through the glass wall. When I bathe in it, I feel that the temperature here is almost as hot as summer.

After glanced at the balcony, I returned to the entrance, closed the door, and hesitated for a moment, but I didn't plug in the room card.

There were double gray cotton drags in the entrance hall. On the left is a diagonal cloakroom with sliding doors. Through the glass, you can vaguely see a few pieces of clothes hanging inside. On the right is a small bathroom. There is a half-person-high black table standing against the wall at the door, with a celadon vase placed on it.

The living room is four or five meters away from the entrance, and in the middle is a beige leather sofa with a black round table. There is an LCD TV hanging on the opposite wall, either forty or forty-two inches. I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. I've only seen such a big one in the mall.

The reception table is on the left side of the sofa, surrounded by five or six chairs. The diagonal direction should be a piano. For the first time, I know that there is a piano provided by a hotel.

It is worth mentioning that behind the two single sofas is a fireplace. As far as the current room temperature is concerned, this is undoubtedly an exaggerated and cumbersome design.

The aisle is five or six meters long, with glass doors on both walls. The left side is obviously a wine cabinet, and the other side is probably a refrigerator. But I wonder how it will work if the power is cut off.

There is a complete wall cabinet at the bottom of the bedroom, and a dressing table is placed against the side wall. Although I knew it was not right, I still went up to sniff it.

The small round table faced the aisle, surrounded by three wooden chairs, and half a bottle of red wine stood in the middle. As for Bordeaux, Burgundy or something, I can't say it, but the bottled milk on the side is definitely produced in Pingyang.

The big bed was neatly tidy, and there was almost no sign of anyone having slept. This made the silver-white laptop on the quilt more eye-catching. I wanted to open it and take a look, but I just thought about it and gave up.

The stool at the end of the bed was crimson red, curled like a forced-dispersed hawthorn roll, with several folded underwear and a tied computer charger.

There was a table in the lower right corner of the Sony LCD TV, which should be a desk, at least a few books were thrown in scatteredly. On the soft chair, there was a half-open backpack lying, shyly revealing a ThinkPad.

Further out was the sunshine, two beige couches with a small square table, and a bare dart target was set up opposite. If there were darts, I might consider shooting two shots.

Like the living room, there are several broad-leaved plants in the bedroom. I really don’t know what it is.

In addition, unlike the black and white themes of the former, the latter is generally yellow, if you ignore several watercolor paintings and the LCD TV on the wall.

On the outside are two glass doors, one leading to the balcony and the other leading to the bathroom and bathroom. I went in and took a look. There was nothing horrible inside. I improvised the light of the sky.

The balcony connects to the living room, but for some reason, the glass door can't be opened. Perhaps it's a bit exaggerated to say this, after all, I just pushed it a little.

The eleventh floor is not high, but the sunshine and wind are much more violent for no reason. Most of the agarwood Lake can be seen in the whistling sound, including the silly water park and the golf course in Huxi. I even feel that the Pinghe embankment is vaguely visible at the end of the water and sky junction.

There were a few recliners and benches on the balcony, but I didn't sit down. I couldn't say why, but I always thought that I should not touch the things here.

As you can see, the room was clean, warm and gentle, and there was no naked woman, nor was there any corpse that blamed me.

In fact, there is not even a single figure except me.

After a long time of going around, I became increasingly confused about the purpose of this place. I was wondering whether to call the Guangdong account, and took out the phone and stuffed it back.

If nothing unexpected happens, the ThinkPad will be the tp42p that just released this year, and it will have to be over 20,000 yuan.

The books on the table are quite mixed, including English-Chinese dictionary, English speaking, "Introduction to Aesthetics" edited by Peking University, and a bald white American photography book. In addition, they are all comics, such as "Hunter X Hunter", which is dazzling, and I didn't read them carefully. What's rare is that there are two novels in it, "Bright Sword" and "The Moon and Sixpence". I was surprised that this guy actually read Maugham too.

That's right, this guy.

In addition to the mobile phone charger, a box of unsealed chocolates and a black watch, the bedside table also houses a Nokia N90. It was just released in August and is extremely ugly, but it is said to be equipped with the world's first Zeiss certified camera with 2 million pixels.

As for the silver-white TCL laptop, I finally opened it and looked at it after I caught it. It turned out that it was not turned off, but it just needed a login password. It was at this moment that I suddenly realized that this was the legendary nouveau riche model, Pirate S800.

For half an hour, when I was completely accustomed to and even tired of the VIP suite in this five-star hotel and planned to leave, there was a noise outside.

First, there was a click, then two footsteps, then a soft cry of a woman, followed by a string of tiny thuds and a loud thuds.

To be honest, this dong almost made me jump up.

However, after scanning around, I don’t know where I can hide, the wall cabinet?

bathroom?

Or balcony?

Fortunately, the noise did not continue. I walked back and forth indoors, pricked up my ears, and the surroundings were as quiet as before.

For a moment, I even felt that just now it was just my own illusion.

Unfortunately, after more than ten seconds, with two crisp sounds of pop, a heavy breathing poured into my ears like a mountain torrent that broke through the dam. There were male voices and female voices, mixed and entangled, like the hot air flow in the room, I was sweating profusely in an instant.

Then, there seemed to be a rustling sound, and the high heels moved two more steps, and the breath became blurred until a snap sound was made, and the woman made a short squeak.

It took another ten seconds, and the male voice muttered a little, and the heavy breathing became louder again.

After repeating this, there were about four or five times. With a few toss and turning, the woman suddenly ohed twice, and the outside finally became quiet.

The two of them did not come in.

There was a vague jingle shaking sound, and I couldn't say it well.

About half a minute later, with the sound of the door slamming, the gasps suddenly rang out again, rapid and enthusiastic.

After another ten seconds, the woman snorted, as if she had said something. The male voice laughed clearly, and after a rustling sound, accompanied by the woman's soft shout, the footsteps were from far to near, light and agile.

I sniffed and wiped my sweat.

However, they did not come in. The man seemed to put the woman on the sofa, I didn't know.

There was another rustling sound, and the woman smacked her lips, followed by a few more sounds, but the man disappeared without breath. Until the woman let out a muffled groan, the guy let out a long sigh.

My heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Sure enough, in the inexplicable noise, after several stutters, a loud sound of physical slapping soon came.

The woman sighed in surprise and then hummed.

I stood against the wall without daring to move, as if even if I moved a toe, the woman in the living room or the woman in the CD would jump out of the water like a dolphin.

Not long after, as the slap disappeared, the gasps between the two became clear, but this time, I caught the wet chirping sound from inside.

The woman whined twice, and then a little more, with a light bang. She seemed to say "Okay, I can't tell you." But the man made two long sighs like goose screams, his throat was bumpy and quite distinctive.

After a rustling sound, the light footsteps became closer and closer. When I reached the entrance of the corridor, I turned to the entrance.

Alas a room card?

He asked in a pretentious tone.

This itself is nothing, but I can't imagine Chen Chen making such a sound.

The woman let out a light breath and ignored him.

So this guy even said several times, his throat was like hesitation, and his footsteps were also circling around, and he even returned to the entrance of the aisle.

After a moment, maybe the door was opened, he fucked in surprise.

In just two seconds, the light suddenly lit up, and a beam hit the back of my head. I suddenly felt that this was a fist that God waved.

Chen Chen was slowing down in the entrance hall for a while, but finally returned to the living room.

I could almost imagine him walking on tiptoe.

Is it cold or not?

He asked in Mandarin.

The woman didn't get along.

The floor heating is hot enough, right?

He said again.

Even so, the bee button sounded.

Don't leave tonight. He seemed to turn around and shook his words, this time it was an authentic Pinghai dialect. There was no sound like a woman disappeared. Soon, he smiled: Take it off, what are you waiting for? I have never seen Chen Chen say so many things in a short period of time in my life. I even doubt whether he has this ability, but if he is not this guy outside, who can it be? In a rustling whistle, he whistled, not in good condition and a little dumb. The woman smacked her lips, but he burst into laughter. Of course, this image is even further away from Chen Chen. Take it all off! After a while, this guy stopped laughing and said in his throat. The woman said, "Please be gentle, the voice is light and small, but it still penetrated into my ears." A few seconds later, there were a series of intermittent pops, mixed with the dog-like clamoring sound, which lasted for a while until the dog took a breath, alas. The woman has no voice. For four or five seconds, he awoke again and then smiled, I felt that it was a bit coquettish. Are you annoying? The woman finally said Pinghai dialect, paused and washed away! I wonder if I had sweated too much, but I suddenly shivered, and at the same time, there was a bang in my mind, something was split like an avalanche. Chen Chen seemed to smile. The woman seemed to tsk. I don't know anything else. However, the watercolor paintings on the opposite wall were red. At first I thought it was tomatoes, but now it seems to be more like a burning sky.

What pulled me out of the sky was a few women's voices. She gasped and said, "Go inside."

I left the wall, half took off my down jacket, and fanned it hard, and I felt like I was almost mature.

Chen Chen didn't say anything, but the woman whispered, and then the living room fell silent again.

About ten seconds later, the woman took a breath and let out a light sound, and for more than ten times in a row. It was not until the man's breathing that she hummed quickly with the rhythm.

I could roughly imagine their movements and couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Not long after, Chen Chen also hummed, panting like a dog, as if responding. The woman sighed and disappeared. After several seconds, a strand of silk rolled out of her throat, and then she breathed for a long time.

After a while, the kissing sounded again, accompanied by a crisp snap, the woman said softly, "No," Chen Chen laughed vaguely, but the woman said "No," the voice became much higher this time.

I couldn't hear the man's response. On the contrary, even the noise outside was hidden and a slight rustling sound was removed. I don't know where it came from.

It's hard to say how long it took, at least two or three minutes. When I almost suspected that the living room was empty, the woman screamed twice, and then a loud bang bang came out, accompanied by the man's short breath that sometimes didn't happen.

Maybe it was too sudden, I had to admit it, and I was shocked.

This wave lasted for more than a minute, and the woman's voice was slender and hoarse, with a small voice, but it was louder than the slap of her body.

I just came here, what are you afraid of?

At the end, Chen Chen said gasping.

These words were trembling violently, as if they were jumping out of their throats.

The woman's answer was a slash, and a slap that followed.

I couldn't help but burp. It should be a scent of chicken shit, and I had symptoms of eating too much fried rice.

It didn't take long for the rest, accompanied by a gentle rustling sound, the woman hummed intermittently after a soft cry.

Chen Chen asked if she was happy, she just hummed, occasionally taking a breath of cold air, and exhaling a trembling Ah.

Are you happy, slut?

Soon, Chen Chen asked again, his voice falling strangely, sounding evil and cruel, but with a bit of magnetic nature.

The woman snorted and simply lost her voice.

I didn't expect that the idiot was a little indomitable. In a few seconds, I said another sentence, and pretended to be a mature man, and the tone was too long.

Torture to death.

After a moment, the woman uttered a little, then took a breath of cold air.

I couldn't hear the man's voice, the rustling sound was intermittent, but it became louder.

Suddenly, with a bang, the woman hmmed in surprise, followed by a series of physical slapping sounds, and every time the woman rolled out her throat, a short muffled groan.

About ten seconds later, she screamed suddenly, it was not loud, but it seemed to slide out, round and trembling.

The man thrust twice again before releasing a heavy breathing. He probably held it in for too long and was like a calf.

I glanced at the increasingly violent sunshine, and I felt so thirsty.

After a moment of pause, the slap sounded again, slowly but not vaguely, just like beans being beaten on the glutinous rice field in the past.

During this interval, Chen Chen asked whether he was happy or not.

It's cool, it's cool!The woman hummed repeatedly, almost without much hesitation.

Where is it fun?The guy's voice became more and more low-key, even a little hoarse.

The woman just hums.

Where is it fun?Ah?Slut!

Why are you... old?The woman said Pinghai dialect and laughed loudly.

I don’t know if Chen Chen laughed or not. The slap stopped, he gasped twice, and then sniffed.

Soon, the woman spat.

Kissing sound.

I could vaguely hear the woman's breath and the occasional shaking hum.

From time to time, my heart trembled.

The man hummed endlessly, until the woman gasped and shouted twice, and he laughed.

After a while, the rustling sounded again.

Missing you...what to do?In Mandarin, the voice was as low as if he was muttering to himself, and then he sighed.

Women have no voice.

The man gasped.

The woman whispered faintly.

What should I do if I miss you?This time the volume increased a lot, accompanied by a snap.

Tap you.The woman groaned.

Responding to her was a series of slap, mixed with a few pops. After a while, the man took a long breath and asked: Will he... miss me... no?

This time it was Pinghai dialect, maybe yes, his voice was really trembling.

The woman just hummed until the slap gradually slowed down, and she said: Why is it so beautiful? Thank God, it's too late, and... She couldn't finish her words, and the rest of her words turned into a string of whispers in the sudden collision.

This took only half a minute.

Turning into the aisle, I realized that the sound was clearer and even richer. For example, when the movement stopped just now, there was a puff at the intersection, Chen Chen hummed like shit, and the woman's breathing shook lightly.

You come up?

He was not breathing evenly, and Chen Chen howled like a sing.

Then, he took a deep breath and sniffed.

Anyway, Ah... I don’t know what to say, but after uttering a few words, he lost his pronunciation again.

The woman smacked her lips.

The living room was terriblely quiet, and I unconsciously held my breath.

Get outside in a while.Finally, she shook a light sentence.

The man probably patted his legs and slapped.

Did you hear it?Ruddy.

I know Chen Chen is quite impatient and convinced.

Soon, the woman took a breath and snorted softly.

The man smiled.

What are you laughing at?

Chen Chen still smiled, giggled, it was indeed a goose.

The woman smacked her lips again, and after a moment, the ending sound turned into a soft cry.

Chen Chen seemed to move down and let out another shitty groan, followed by a few crisp sounds.

Be gentle, the woman snorted, I just told you that after I get there...

OK!

The woman exclaimed softly.

sentimental!

Another sound.

Annoying?He coughed like tuberculosis, and then muttered again, "What an old lady."

What are you talking about?A woman's voice may not be smiling, but it is relaxed enough.

Chen Chen smiled again.

This guy is so funny.

Almost at the same time, two crisp sounds of bang and rustling rhythmically with the woman's hum.

The gust of wind seemed to be near by my ears.

The man was muttering, not knowing what he hummed.

The woman's moans were low and thin, but they were heard in her ears.

After a while, the wind came to an abrupt end. Chen Chen took a breath and said: I'm afraid I miss you.

Mandarin, the voice is not high and every word is clear.

To be honest, if I change the occasion, I might laugh out loud. I don’t act like this in a brainless idol drama now, but at this moment, I can only wipe my sweat.

I can't tell whether I should take off my down jacket, just like I can't tell whether I should rush out like this, even if I just take a look.

The woman let out a sigh of relief and said nothing.

The wind blew again, mixed with a few casual and casual bangs, and occasionally a low and almost unheard bang.

Don't leave tonight.After a moment, Chen Chen said again.This time it was particularly loud, like a sneeze.

At some point, I was already standing next to the wine cabinet, with colorful lights inside, dazzling.

I sniffed and took another step forward.

Unpredictable, the two people who had just made various sounds appeared in front of them as if they had fallen from the sky.

It was the arc-shaped couch on the left, but for some reason, under the soft white light, it turned into a smoky beige color, which made the moving fat buttocks become whiter.

Everyone hopes for a miracle, but in most cases, it is still a luxury.

Chen Chen was still the same Chen Chen, thin and symmetrically sank into the sofa, and his legs were stretched like a clockwork, driving his hips up and down.

My mother rode on him, holding the backrest of the sofa with her arms, and her waist was stuck by a pair of big hands, and she twisted gently in the movement.

Like glaze, her body was white and shiny, rising and falling. Her swinging breasts changed into various shapes. Her curled plump thighs and her huge buttocks rolled, as well as her slightly opened red lips, her tilted neck, and a flying black waterfall. I don’t know when her hair was so long.

I don’t know if it was the air conditioner or the floor heating, but the air was so hot that I rolled my throat, but I couldn’t make a sound. Instead, the white scar on my left palm jumped tentatively, and it made a sound in an instant.

I had to clench my left wrist and hold it tightly with my strength.

Chen Chen combed his big back, and several strands of hair hung on the corners of his eyebrows. He grinned from time to time. He seemed to have become a little stronger, his arms were obviously thicker, and his hands were as slender as ever. He rubbed his waist, and sometimes moved to his butt to knead and slapped it.

No sound.

I could see my mother's shaking feet resting on the edge of the sofa, her perky brown nipples, her flushed cheeks, her slightly frown eyebrows, and even her teeth that occasionally bit her lips, but she couldn't hear the sound.

In addition to the scattered breathing and heavy heartbeat, there were only scars in my ears, and even my sweaty body solidified like lead.

Later, my mother knelt on the sofa, and Chen Chen leaned closer and slapped her upside for more than a dozen times in a row. She was full of tricks and mumbled. My mother buried her head, but her waist trembled uncontrollably again and again.

I could clearly see the palm prints rendered like red ink on my fat and white buttocks.

After a while, Chen Chen spread his buttocks and buried his face for a while. When he got up again, he stroked his dick and shook his left buttocks twice.

This time, I heard it, with a pia, with an echo.

Then, he bent his body and straightened his waist, but unfortunately he didn't get in several times.

So he scratched the egg, reached under his nose and sniffed it. After that, he pressed the willow waist and slapped his fat buttocks.

Be high, slut!His voice fell down again.But I gasped like I woke up in the crisp sound of a bang.

My mother didn't say anything, but she adjusted her posture obediently and stuck her butt higher.

This time I stabbed the fool in.The pussy is full of water.He said.

The mother whispered and said something disgusting.

Of course, idiots don't feel disgusting.He raised his right foot and stepped onto the sofa, pinched his buttocks and started to thrust.After a few seconds, he stopped and said he twisted his waist. As he said that, he even moaned.

True or fake?The mother acted and wanted to get up.

The answer to her was a loud impact.

With a scream, my mother shook her waist and climbed tightly on the back of the sofa, but her round body swayed uncontrollably in a series of muffled groans.

Under the light, the white flesh splashed, and I couldn't help but scan the huge lampshade like a millstone on my head.

After doing this for more than a dozen times, Chen Chen slowed down, leaned down on his back, and grabbed two breasts.

Do you disguste or not!My mother's tone is tough.

Chen Chen was rubbing his back, just laughing, maybe it was, eating, it sounded like crying.I could see a ball of breast meat.

Don't hold it in, for a while, my mother took a nap and hummed, remember to get outside, Ah?

Then... I'll leave next month.Big back answered the question.

What?My mother turned her face slightly.

He said it again, and smiled hastily, dry.

Tsk, what a joke?

I could almost imagine my mother frowning and silenced her lips. In fact, she twisted half of her body and stared at Chen Chen.

And I finally saw the familiar face under the black silk, even if it was just a quick glance.

Who is it if it’s not a mother?

This was my only thought at that moment.

Maybe the next second, my mother looked over blankly, her watery eyes flashed with an unspeakable color, as if something was constantly magnifying in her pupils. She didn't move, only her left breast trembled gently in Chen Chen's hand.

After a while, I suddenly realized what my mother was looking at. I was immediately stabbed in my heart, and then a fire ignited on my body, which instantly burned.

My mother slowly collapsed onto the sofa and slipped down like a boneless one. Although her slightly flickered her legs, I still clearly saw the soft flesh that was swollen and almost impossible to close between the shiny black hair.

Chen Chen also looked at me, arched his body slightly, and it was solidified. His dick was straight, and his fat glans was shiny, as if he was raising a mace.

I glanced at the gap in the curtains, which was slashing in the sword and rushed over.

The first kick was probably kicked in the chest, and Chen Chen turned his body horizontally down from the armrest of the sofa.

I couldn't hear his scream, but I think he should have called out of politeness.

When she was bypassing her mother, she murmured Linlin, her breasts were firmly erected under the cover, and it was much bigger than she was in the impression.

Before Chen Chen could get up, I kicked it again, this time, so he rolled to the ground again.

The dick was shaking, undoubtedly softening.

The brown carpet was ripped with silver-white stripes, like spider silk, Chen Chen lay among the spider silk, climbing onto the single sofa with his left hand to try to stand up.

I pulled his big back and looked at his head with a knee. This guy finally snorted and said something like you, but unfortunately I couldn't hear it clearly. This is great, at least it proves that we are not bullying a deaf and disabled person.

My mother called Linlin, but I didn't look back.

Stop hitting, Lin Lin.She said again, her voice was hoarse.

I turned my face and glanced at me. My mother curled up, half-putting a big red sweater dress, and holding the sofa with her hands. I didn't know whether to stand up or sit down.

At this moment, I was punched in the face. When I came to my senses, I was already hugged by Chen Chen, and his face was covered with blood.

Stop hitting, stop hitting!

My mother simply started screaming.

Maybe the down jacket was too bulky, so I tried it twice but couldn't break free, so I had to pound it with an elbow on his ear. The guy Á said, and this time he pressed him under him without much effort.

Pressing that face, I punched a few times, and within a few strokes, he softened like a deflated ball.

Stop hitting!

My mother came to pull my hand with a crying voice.

I felt my throat rolling for a moment, and I threw her away.

She seemed to sit on the ground.

I couldn't help but look back, not expecting that the flesh was exposed between the hem of the curled skirt.

With a bang in my mind, I turned around and fucked the ashtray on the round table, grabbed Chen Chen's hair, and tried my best.

When I was going to do the second shot, I got a kick in the butt.

Yan Lin!Mother roared.She was gasping behind me, thrusting and thrusting.

At this time, blood from the head stool flowed out, slugging across the ears like syrup and flowing to the neck.

I let go.

To be honest, I was surprised that I would be so ruthless.

In fact, I have never fought much since I was a child. I only had one fight after I went to college. I was still 20 people fighting five. I was at the back door of Pingyang Institute of Technology New District. Due to romance, I had to kick it up. In this way, I was chased by the police station for most of the night.

My mother didn't know this, the only thing she knew was probably the time when I beat Liang Zhiyuan.

I thought Chen Chen fainted, but my mother knelt down and covered his head and shouted. This guy fucked him suddenly as if yes, his mouth was covered with blood, and he couldn't help but speechless, but that kind of emotion would be fine.

My mother's thighs and even half of her butt were exposed to the light, even though she had tried her best to pull her sweater down.

I sniffed, swept my soft-eyed dick, and kicked it up.

He didn't dare to use all his strength, but the effect was still impressive. The man pretending to be dead immediately shouted, almost jumping up like a lobster in a hot pot. Then, he arched his body and began to squirm, with a trace of blood floating in the air.

I was about to kick again when my mother suddenly hugged me.

Yan Lin!Are you finished?If you fight again, something will happen!She said.Do you know what you are doing, Yan Lin!Do you know what you are doing?Her eyes widened, her voice sounded like a file.

Condescendingly, I looked at my mother. Her eyebrows were frowning, two lines of tears flowed on her white face, and the stars were dotted on her forehead, but the flush on her cheeks never dissipated.

I could even catch a glimpse of the breasts that were faintly exposed in the V-neck.

I've never seen a mother like this before.

After looking at Chen Chen for the last glance, I took a breath and stumbled toward the outside.

My mother hugged her and didn't let go, so I had to drag her to walk two steps.

where did you go?Her voice became much softer, although she was still very hoarse.

I didn't say anything and took two more steps.

Yan Lin!She screamed again, but she let go.

But my heart was empty for no reason.

There were some clothes thrown on the floor on the right side of the sofa, including men's clothing and women's clothing. As I was about to go around, I suddenly saw a pair of purple lace underwear. I wiped my sweat, looked at the blood on my hands, and then took a breath.

The door was probably a bit advanced, and it took several times to open it. When he went out, Chen Chen coughed.

And the mother called Yan Lin again.

When she walked to the door of the functional room, her mother ran out. She stood in the corridor and screamed several times.I didn't look back.I felt wet all over, like a piece of armor weighing ten thousand pounds.