Chapter 8

I shouted to my mother heart-wrenchingly...

I felt that I was falling rapidly, and I kept falling down, falling into a bottomless abyss. The deeper and deeper I fell, and my eyes became darker and darker. The sound I shouted was getting smaller and smaller, as if so small that I could not hear it myself. I shook my head and cried desperately.

I know that since I was a child, as long as I cried, my mother would definitely come over to take care of me in a hurry. No matter where I am, no matter how far away my mother is from me, no matter what I encounter, as long as I cry, my mother would definitely come over anxiously...

Baby?……

Hum? What's the sound? Is it mother? I...

Mom! Mom! It’s me! It’s me! Please come back! Come back quickly! I don’t want to lose you! Mom! I love you! I can’t live without you!!

Baby?...Baby, mother is here...

I kept struggling with my hands and feet, my throat was sobbing, my throat was full of sweat, and my whole pillow was wet...

Baby... What's wrong with you, baby? Mom is here, Mom is here...

I opened my eyes slightly weakly, but I didn't dare to open them. I was afraid of seeing my mother riding under me, being abused, and being ravaged...

I covered my eyes with tears, but I really hoped that this was just an illusion. I wanted to go back to when my mother tied my shoelaces before going to school, to when my mother made delicious food for me after school, to go back to when my mother hid in my arms, to when I was lying on my mother's belly and being nurtured by my mother's tender eyes...

Even, even if it's back... back to yesterday, back to yesterday when I was having a breath of wind on the rooftop...

I could lie on the rooftop and look at the blue sky and white clouds, and listen to the graceful and melancholy singing in my ears. The song "Beetle's yesterday" should be echoing in my ears...

Yesterday, all the troubles seemed to be far away, but now I am worried, oh, I would rather believe yesterday, in an instant, I am no longer the same as before... Now I long to escape, oh, I would rather believe yesterday...

The autumn wind will blow my sky blue shirt. I cross my legs high and put my hands behind my head

Watching a floating cloud float in the sky...

I'm just lying down, thinking about such a song, thinking about such a book, thinking about such a poem...

I once showed Xinru a poem, and I still remember it was a poem by Brecht.

On a blue September day, under the slender shadow of a plum tree, I quietly hugged her, this is how my lover... On our heads, in the bright summer sky, there was a cloud, my eyes stared at it for a long time, it was very white, very high, far away from us... How many moons quietly moved across the sky and fell again... Those plum trees may still be blooming, the woman may have given birth to the seventh child, but the cloud only appeared for a few minutes. When I looked up, it no longer knew where it was going.

I looked at Xinru's expression of lowering her head and reading it carefully, and her ponytail braid simply tied a blue headband. I once asked her: Why didn't I get a unique hairstyle?

She turned her shining pure and shiny black eyes and thought for a while and told me that she had never thought about this...

Then she shook her ponytail, stroked it to her chest with one hand, lowered her head and fiddled with the root of her hair, then raised her head and pursed her lips and asked me: Why? Isn't it good-looking?

……

After many years, I realized that the more beautiful a woman is, her natural exquisiteness is already beautiful enough. The more embellishment it is, it is unnecessary.

Only those girls who truly understand their beauty from the bottom of their bones will have such confidence. They will not put too much effort into their appearance with too much worry.

Maybe she just sat quietly and just lowered her head and looked at a book. Her beauty emitted from the inside out was already intoxicating enough...

Xinru's clean forehead had no bangs, her hair was tied together, only a few transparent hairs were hanging lightly around her hairline...

The sunlight shone through the window, reflecting these hairs, watching them dancing and floating in the air with some tiny dust...

Very soft, very slow, and beautiful...

Time seems to have stopped at this moment...

Why should I take my eyes away from this floating cloud? Why should I get up and look around bored? Why should I turn my eyes to the experimental building opposite...

I felt the breeze blowing on my face, gentle and warm. It gently rubbed my hair, making me feel a little itchy. This feeling is very similar to my mother's hand. My mother's jade finger gently stroked my face. This is how it feels

Why does the breeze know my sorrow? Is it also gently wiping the tears on my face with care...

Baby... you shed a lot of tears and sweat a lot... the pillow is wet and the quilt is wet... are you having a nightmare?

Nightmare?

It's Ah, I really fell into a terrible nightmare...

Wait a minute...

Is it a dream?

By the way!

That's just a dream!

It was a terrible nightmare!

I just had a dream!

My mother is still there, and I heard her voice. It was my mother, definitely my mother. The gentle feeling on my face is not the wind, but the hand of my mother, and it is my mother wiping my tears...

I opened my eyes excitedly and grabbed the soft jade hand that was gently stroked on my face. I held this hand tightly in the palm of my hand and put it in my arms...

I stood up from the bed, my body was still sobbing, my forehead was still sweating, my eyes were still crying...

Baby...what nightmare did you have...scared your mother...you hurt your mother's hands...

I stretched my neck, my head still stood upright, my eyes slid slightly to one side, and I looked carefully at the image in front of me.

I saw one of my mother's hands being held tightly, and her other hand was stroking her up and down chest. She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, wearing a khaki plaid apron. She was wearing a Roland colored half-sleeved yoga suit that she was going to practice yoga later.

Her hair was not tied up yet, but naturally scattered. She frowned upwards and looked at me with a look of surprise but love that contained pity...

...No long skirt...No white ribbon...No rope...No...No...Nothing...Nothing...It's just a dream...

I sat on the bed and muttered to myself, breathing quickly, my head turned to my mother's face, and I could no longer bear it...

Mother!!……

I plunged into my mother's arms and scared her. My mother hurriedly hugged me with her arms and stroked my back back and forth...

I burst into tears in my mother's arms, pressing my mouth against my mother, making a whimpering cry. My mother couldn't stand it when she saw me like this. She hugged me tighter in panic, biting her lower lip, and tears hit my back spine...

My mother didn't say anything and kept comforting me...

I cried for a while, but I suddenly raised my head and asked my mother in a crying voice:

Mom...Mom...you...you...you...you went to the attic?

When my mother was asked, she was a little confused. She reached out to wipe the tears from my face and said:

Mom doesn’t know what you are talking about...Baby, you have a nightmare...Don’t be afraid...Mom is here...

Just...it's...the loft upstairs...you...have you...got?

I asked anxiously

Baby... tell your mother first, what nightmare you have... Mom doesn't know why you asked that...

Mom...Mom, don't worry... Just answer me if you go to the attic...

I was so anxious that I cried even harder, and I cried loudly to my mother.

Mom didn't go... Mom was always downstairs... I just heard you call Mom... Mom came up quickly...

Before I could finish my mother's words, I plunged into my mother's arms with grievance...

I cried for a while, and I was getting better, but my eyes were crying and my nose was still full of snot. My mother gently wiped me with an apron...

But my mother's hand that I held tightly still didn't release...

My mother asked me while helping me wipe my nose:

Baby, what nightmare are you having? Why are you so sad?

I sobbed and replied:

I...I dreamed...I dreamed of you mom...you...

As soon as I recalled the scene just now, I burst into tears again...

Baby, don’t cry... Mom won’t ask anymore... Mom won’t ask anymore...

My mother gently patted my back, which made me feel a little more unable to suppress my emotions...

Mom...Mom...I...I want to...I want to ask you...

While stroking me, my mother looked at me tenderly and heartbrokenly. There were two tears on her face...

Mom...Mom...Will you leave me...

I looked at the tears that were about to fall from my mother's chin with grievance, and I asked her anxiously...

Mom will never leave you... Mom will always be by your side...

My mother raised her hand and wiped the teardrop on her fingers, then wiped her two crying peaches with red faces, and answered firmly to me...

Then... then... Mom, you... under what circumstances... you... don't leave me?

Mom will never leave you, no matter what happens...

Then...Mom...If...If...If...If...If you feel embarrassed to see me...will you leave me...

Mom laughed, she shook her head slightly, lowered her forehead, continued to wipe the tears on my face and said:

What are you embarrassed to see you...What are you talking about...Silly kid...

It's just...you feel sorry for me...sorry to see me...

Hahaha... What's wrong with mom? Mom is giving you a way to do it, washing you, and now she has to take care of you and act coquettishly... What's wrong with mom?

I...I'm not a spoiled mother, just answer me, you are embarrassed to see me, you...you are afraid that I will be sad, afraid that I will be sad, at that time...will you ignore me...will you hide and not see me...will you leave me...

The more I spoke, the more anxious I became, and tears began to flow out of my eyes. My mother quickly held my red-cold face. She possessed herself and pressed her face to my face. My mother's face was a little cold, and my face was a little hot. My mother shaved her pink face against my tears. She vomited a soft breath in my ear and answered me anxiously:

Mom won’t, no... Mom won’t leave her good baby at any time... Don’t think about it randomly... Mom will accompany you and take care of you under any circumstances... You are my mother’s heart... Mom will never ignore you...

Mom...you...you keep your word?

Mom keeps her word, baby... don't be afraid... Mom won't leave you... Mom will love you forever...

Mom...I will love you forever...

After hearing my mother's gentle promise, my heart felt much more comfortable. I gradually returned to my calmness. I realized that I was still holding one of my mother's hands. Then I slowly let go and found that this green jade finger had been pinched red by me...

Sorry... Mom... do your hands hurt?

My mother raised the hand that I had pinched red and stroked my face, and replied to my neck:

Mom doesn't care... You miss your mother too much...

In this way, my mother wiped my tears while snotting my nose. After comforting me for a while, my eyes were basically gone, my voice was basically normal, and my heartbeat returned to calm...

But in my gradually recovering my rationality, a few thoughts suddenly flashed through me that made me feel nervous...

Mom, do we have swings in our attic?

?Baby, what are you talking nonsense?

Oh, mom, now you only answer my questions, don't ask me questions, okay

OK OK OK OK Mom won’t ask you, mom will answer whatever you ask

Mom helplessly spoiled me and asked me like a spoiled person

There are all miscellaneous items in the attic, so there is no swing...silly kid...

Mom, do you have a silky white long skirt?

Hum?...Hmm...Mom think about it...Mom has too many clothes...

Is there any?

Well... Maybe there is, mom can't remember it for a while...

Mom, you don't..., you don't...

OK, mom doesn’t have it, mom doesn’t have a white long skirt, it’s so urgent to see you…

Mom comforts me while touching my face

Mom, I don’t want you to wear white skirts in the future. You don’t want to wear white skirts, especially those with white belts...

...Baby...You said your mother was confused...What nightmare did you have...

Mom, you asked again...

Oh, mom won't ask, mom won't wear white skirts in the future

And... I want to replace the door of our attic...

...Baby...you...

Before my mother could finish speaking, I pouted and pretended to be crying...

...Okay, mom promises you, mom will call someone to change the door later...

After changing the door, I can only keep the keys for me alone, and... I can only have the keys for all the doors in my house.

My mother looked at me anxiously, wanted to laugh, but she was helpless. She gently rubbed my face with both hands and said:

OK OK OK Mom listens to you, please feel relieved now

Um……

Baby, you have never been like this with your mother... Are you afraid of sleeping alone? What kind of nightmare did you have? Why did your mother leave you?

Now I can think calmly, and my reason is back. I thought, of course it is impossible to tell my mother the so obscene and obscene dream I have done. Ah

I really have to find a reasonable reason. On the one hand, I can't make my mother worried. On the other hand, I have to find a way to remind her...

I... dreamed... I dreamed... I was abducted by human traffickers... it was the kind of abducting women. You were abducted into the mountains. I... I tried my best to find you... but I couldn't find you... As a result... I finally found you in a village in a valley... But you... you gave birth to several children... I... I... Mom, my mother called you, you just ignored me... You love those children, you hold them in your arms, and don't look at me... I... I was so anxious at that time... I grabbed your hand and kept asking you... Mom... Mom, don't you love me anymore... As a result, you still ignored me... You just cared about the little baby in your arms... I remembered that whenever I cried, you would come... Now my voice was hoarse, you... You didn't even look at me...

I was so good at acting that I was lying all over my mouth. I was a little moved by the truth. My nose was a little sad again...

Mom listened to me telling this tortuous story. Her eyebrows were bent and her lips were squirming, and her face showed a painful expression.

It seems that what my mother heard was not her own story, but a story of Xianglin Sao...

I... I'm in my dream... holding your hand... I want to take you away... but you... but you say you still want to feed your son... you pushed me away... I said your son is not me... I said you forgot that you are the wife of the Liu family... You have husband... You still have two children... but you told me that your home is here... You pointed to a fat pig-like fat man with a stinky mouth, drooling and wearing broken clothes. He squatted in the corner of the wall like a fool, with his hands in the sleeve tube and looking at you lustfully, but you said that this is your husband... You shook the child in your arms, and the dirty hands of the three children were still holding onto your torn cotton pants. You... you said this is your child...

I actually admire my acting skills a little. At this moment, I felt that I was not alone. At this moment, Daniel Lewis, Marlon Brando, Justin Hoffman, Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Tom Hanks, Tony Leung, Leslie Cheung, and Ge You, and...

In short, they are all possessed by souls, inheriting the great spirit of Oscars, Cannes, Venice, Berlin, and even Golden Roosters, Flowers, etc. At this moment, I am not acting alone, I am not alone!…

Mom listened with heartache. I knew that mom was a very soft-hearted person. She couldn't listen to sad things... Her eyebrows were even tighter, and she was so sensational that she heard it, her eyes were flashing...

At that time... I tried my best to rescue you from those bad villagers, but they were so hateful and unreasonable. My strength was not as strong as theirs. But I knew that you must love me, so I fought against them and dealt with them. I thought I must impress you... Finally, I saw that you were a little moved by mom...

When my mother heard this, she actually covered her lips with one hand, raised her jade fingers with the other hand and hooked her nails with her eyes twice...

But you were still hugged by that big fat man and walked away little by little... You looked very obedient to him... I kept calling you behind you, I shouted, Mom, don't leave me, don't abandon me! I said that even if you were forced to marry into the mountains, even if you reluctantly marry someone you don't like, you gave birth to a child for him. Even if you feel sorry for me and my father, you can't ignore me, my father and I will not dislike you, we are all looking for you... waiting for you to go home...

My mother was completely trapped in my story. She covered her nose and mouth with her hands, and tears fell on her hands again...

I looked at your back as you left... I couldn't help but start crying loudly... As you go further and further, I almost couldn't see you... You were kind to me before... When I thought about it, I wanted to roll on the ground... Mom, I know you must remember me, I know you just don't want to recognize me... Because you think you are not the mother of the past... You must feel that you are not worthy of being my mother again... So... So you pretended to ignore me cruelly...

Before I could finish speaking, my mother couldn't listen at all. She hugged me and cried out loudly. She hugged me while crying:

Baby... Mom doesn't know, Mom will love you forever... Even if Mom becomes like that... Mom still loves you the most... Mom will definitely follow you... Mom will not ignore you, will not leave you, and will not abandon you

I hugged my mother, but now I must have no tears. I even feel a little proud. I hugged my mother tightly and said to my mother:

Mom, if you really become like that, I mean, if you have given birth to some younger brothers and sisters with others, who do you love the most?

Mom loves you the most!

Mom answered without hesitation with a crying voice

Then... don't you love those younger brothers and sisters?

Mom, mom is just your mother, none of those children are mother's children

Then you ignore me because you want to feed them...

Mom...Mom...After all... After all, I have to take care of them...

I smiled in my heart. Mom is quite immersed in the show, but it is no wonder that Mom is kind to her Madonna, I have guessed this long ago

If my mother and those children were about to starve to death, who would you... feed first?

Hello... Hello, good baby, you... Mom doesn't want you to have something to do... Mom gives you everything first... Everything is yours...

Mom...I...that...

Seeing me hesitating, my mother let go of me and looked at me with her kind eyebrows hanging on the rain... My mother's expression was charming...

That...I want...I want...I eat...Is milk okay? Mom...

When my mother heard this, she let out a puff, then she let go of her hand holding me, straightened her head, and stared at me with her eyes slanted.

I blushed and didn't dare to look up at her

When my mother saw my shy look, she gave me a blank look and said:

I'm so old, I still want to eat my mother's breasts?

It sounds strange to say Ah Mom? I... Why do I feel like I have never eaten your milk? I remember when I was a child, I was breastfeeding my nanny, you just hugged me, I didn't remember drinking your milk Ah

An ungrateful little villain... Mom raised you... You don't remember your kindness...

Mom...Mom, I really don't remember it, so I want to regain this precious memory now...

Mom stared at me looking around with her phoenix eyes and was embarrassed to speak...

After watching her for three or five seconds, my blushing face became even hotter. I regretted it a little. I would have known that I wouldn't say such embarrassing words...

But I secretly glanced at my mother. She looked at me with a scathing eyes and gave me a blank look. She actually reached her hands behind her back and unbuttoned the strap of the apron...

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I felt the artery on my neck jumping...

My mother skillfully untied her apron, then slowly lifted up a corner of her loose top until her purple bra with silk fabric was exposed, and she still looked at me sideways...

She put one of her jade hands on her breasts from her chest and put her breasts into her bra. At the same time, her other hand folded the upper edge of the bra inward, so that most of her meat balls jumped out. Her jade hands that were already in place in the bras lifted the entire breast ball from the side of her big breasts, and slowly pulled the breasts on one side out of the bra...

Her hands also covered the imaginative nipples...

The other hand tidied up her clothes quickly, putting her top on the big breast that she was dragged out, her arms slightly clamping her breasts, but she still looked at me with rolling eyes...

Little hooligan... tell your mother the truth, did you make up a story to deceive your mother just now...

Mom... Mom, I didn't... I didn't lie to you. You can't see how uncomfortable I was crying. When you said that, I wanted to cry again

Mom tilted her head, her eyes turned twice, and she nodded slightly...and then turned to me with her eyes slanted

Well... You are really so kind to your mother in your dream...

Mom, stop talking...I really want to cry again...

Well... Mom just heard that she cried. My good baby is kind to her mother... I know how to care for her... I also go to save her... My mother's heart is melted...

Who made you my good mother...

As I said, I turned over and lay on my mother's knees, and then stared at my mother with a simple and innocent little look that was straight and straight.

My mother also touched my head with love...

I continued to shake my head and act coquettishly at my mother:

I was dissatisfied in my dream at that time. I saw the wild child in your arms who came from somewhere. I was so angry that I wanted to run over and grab him, and then throw him to the ground. I don’t remember what my mother’s milk smells. He… He still sucked endlessly with his nipples in his mouth…

My mother gently pressed my forehead with her fingers and said with a soft voice:

Xiaozhi, you can't be so bad or so rude... Mom knows that you are wronged... You are jealous of that little brother... Are you...

Mom, I'm so jealous that you can't be so kind to others. I won't let you be so kind to others. You can only be kind to me alone...

You are so domineering... Little bad guy...

I twisted my body on my mother's soft and plump thighs, acting coquettishly...

I just want my mother to be nice to me alone. Mom, are you good to me alone?

Mom tapped the tip of my nose with her hand and said softly:

Well... Mom is only good to you, Good Boy...

Mom...I...I'm hungry...

Little bad guy...

I saw my mother slowly put her big breasts that had been held up and covered by her forearms and jade hands on my face...

This soft and silky feeling was simply indescribable. It was slowly placed on the tip of my nose, and then the breasts began to flow from the tip of my nose to my mouth, my eyes, and even my chin and forehead were covered...

It was soft and pervasive, and I even felt that the sweet breasts were flowing into my nostrils...

My face was almost flattened by its weight, but it feels so comfortable to be light and heavier in one place...

I think this is making a breast mask for me...

When I just lay on my mother's thigh, I smelled a special body scent on my mother's body. This is my unique smell. Even if my mother used lotion, I can still smell this smell.

I remember this smell since I was a child, and it emits different scents in different scenes. Sometimes I think it is jasmine, sometimes peach, and sometimes lotus, but now I think it is a strong milky aroma...

I couldn't help but stretch out my hands to hold the breast meat. It was soft and not decent, but full and full. My mother's delicate skin from her chest to her breast roots was tightly tight, and the flesh of the entire breast ball was distributed very evenly...

I remember when I went on vacation with my parents in Spain, on the golden beach in the Mediterranean, there were many Western women who had huge breasts. However, when they took off their bikini and basked on the beach, I saw that their big breasts were either shriveled or shriveled, but their breasts were piled up on their nipples. The whole breasts seemed to have been exhausted, and their skin was drooping and there was no elasticity at all...

My mother's breasts are not like that at all. Although they are soft, they are extremely plump and plump. The lower half of her breasts are round and round, and even the narrow chest is so hard that they hang this pair of big breasts every day. Sometimes I will take the initiative to rub my mother's shoulders and massage her upper arm, because I know that my mother must have a very hard time raising such a big piece of meat every day...

My mother's upper limbs and slender waist are as thin as reeds. Looking from her back, you will find that her mother's waist is as wide as one-third of the big breasts. Two-thirds of its breasts are overflowing from her ribs to both sides...

In fact, people may envy women with big breasts, but few people know the pain of women with big breasts. If it weren't for a woman with good fortune like her mother, then having a pair of big breasts may not be a blessing or a disaster.

First of all, women with big breasts will have a life of helplessness that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind never stops. This pair of big breasts will constantly cause her a lot of trouble and trouble. Even if they can barely resist the offensive from the outside world, they will have countless inconveniences in daily life. If you want to overcome these internal and external troubles, all kinds of capital invested in this pair of big breasts are extremely high.

In short, big breasts can greatly increase the fun of sex, except for showing them to men and playing with them.

I am holding a big breast in my hand now, and it is not as big as ordinary. Fortunately, my mother does not have those messy worries. She rarely goes out and rarely comes into contact with people. She basically has no social activities. So even though my mother has a figure that is absolutely attractive to bees and butterflies, she is carefully cared for like a greenhouse flower.

And the troubles of material life are even more of a problem

So my mother's big breasts are not only good-looking, but also good-looking. She may be the only one in the world who can truly enjoy the pleasure of her big breasts. That part of the lucky rare woman...

What I am holding now is such a full, plump, soft, huge and not decent, and healthy, lucky big breasts...

I feel at ease inside, and slowly rub it with a sense of security, feeling it, and enjoying it, it brings me a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of my heart...

I lifted this big breast from my face, and its weight still surprised me. I knew it should be very heavy, but I didn't want it to be so heavy. I felt a little more caring for my mother...

One of my hands grabbed my mother's nipples. The touch was stronger than the breasts, but it was also more elastic. I gently pinched it with my hands and felt like a candy. What I didn't expect was that the nipples were bigger than I thought, and larger than in my dreams. I hadn't observed them carefully before, but now I'm holding them in my hand carefully, and I found that it is a little bigger than a cherry.

There are evenly distributed around it. These meat particles extend along the nipples to four sides, with a radius of about two or three centimeters.

I gently grabbed my mother's nipples and pulled it in front of my eyes. I realized that my judgment of its color was not accurate. It was completely pink and tender. There was no obvious difference between the color of the nipples and areola. I looked at the delicate and nipples and I swallowed twice.

My hands were almost holding my mother's nipples. I just held it carefully and didn't dare to knead it hard. Looking at the small meat pellets one by one, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue...

It's a feeling of melting in the mouth...

It is not as cool as ice, not as greasy as sugar, not as shaped and invisible as water...

It is soft but not lost, it is fleshy but not fragrant but smooth, it is pink but not delicate...

I put it in my mouth, and the top of the nipple was against the root of my tongue. I gently clamped it with the root of the tongue and the upper palate, and the tip of my tongue carefully scratched the plump and sexy little meat on my mother's nipples.

I sucked gently, not daring to use force, imitating the baby's mouth, sucking it with a sucking...

My eyes pretended to be a cute and innocent light, and my mouth showed a tender expression of a smile. I lay on my mother's knees, holding my mother's big breasts in my hands and holding my mother's nipples in my mouth. What is happiness?

What is satisfaction?

My heart is really like riding a roller coaster. Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m going to die, sometimes it makes me feel happy and ascend to heaven. I can’t help but feel: the ups and downs of life are so exciting!

At this moment, I feel completely happy and I am about to faint. This feeling can only be experienced when both my heart and the visual sense are greatly satisfied.

It not only requires physical stimulation from the outside, but also requires spiritual satisfaction from the inside out.

And it also requires a critical condition, that is, hunger

It's like having money, people will think that having money must be happy

Is it necessary to be happy if you have money?

Real rich people don’t have time to spend money, such as dad, dad may be the richest part of the world, but in order to maintain wealth and status, money also swallows up all his energy and time.

Money will never make him so happy

Besides, he has been rich and frugal since he was born. He has never compared poverty. He does not know how much money means to poverty.

This is what my grandfather always taught me when he was a child. Grandpa was a person who suffered a lot. He had completely experienced the process of changing family wealth, so his old age was very peaceful and satisfied.

These may not be something my father can understand

I have also read some pornographic novels accidentally. These books are everywhere in convenience stores in the United States. They are the favorites of blue-collar workers in the city. Many American housewives will also buy them to read them.

Many of the plots are about thrusting, fucking and shouting, as if the people inside are just erotic animals.

Can it be very enjoyable if you are fucking hard?

Many people think that pleasure is one-sided mistreatment and physical stimulation, which is the cock and pussy.

But if that's the case, it's like moaning at the emotionally unsexed plane cup

Or licking glass and masturbating like a narcissist...

Those who insert holes when they see a hole and hold the stick when they see a stick are all pity people. They are struggling at the bottom of society and work

The so-called feelings and thoughts are gone. The way they get satisfied is simple and rough. They may only try to vent their momentary after get off work, or give their own paralyzed and boring life a shot, but they don't know what it is to be happy.

Because they are like walking corpses with only mechanical life, but no valuable life

Because they have never really had a good time in their entire lives...