A few days later, I met Chen Xinyue while shopping alone. At that time, she was wandering aimlessly in the mall with her little mouth pouting. She looked so cute that she seemed to be owed money. I walked behind her for a long time before I confirmed that it was her. After all, we only met once. Just when I was about to be regarded as a pervert in the tail line, I stepped forward and took a photo of her.
It took her several seconds to realize who I am. After asking, she found out that she was temporarily released by her best friend today, and she was sulking alone. So I naturally played the role of a temporary follower. During this period, I roughly understood the reason why Chen Qianyi's attitude changed from her. It turned out that she had a boyfriend in college, but the boy went abroad to study after graduation. She naturally thought that the relationship was over after the pain, but she didn't expect that the boy had come back recently. The first thing she did when she came back was to find her. When she learned that she had a new boyfriend, she started to keep her crazy. The final result was like that later.
I couldn't help but laugh when I heard this. The familiar recipes and familiar plots are really the ones who dare to be worse than me.
Destiny is so wonderful. Chen Qianyi gave up on me, but I started a relationship with Chen Xinyue because of an accidental encounter. After two years of ups and downs, our relationship finally came true. We entered the palace of marriage hand in hand. It has been four years since then. After marriage, with the help of both parents, we have our own nest. Although it is not big, it is warm enough, and we also have our own car. Although it is not luxurious, it is enough to shelter our journey from the wind and rain.
In four years, my age has been leap from two to three. Every time I comb my hair, I don’t know if it’s an illusion or something, I feel that my hair volume is not as high as before. Although I often exercise and pay attention to my diet, my belly inevitably bulges a little more than before. However, the years seem to be favoring me, but I forgot my wife. She seems to have not changed at all.
Yes, my wife is very beautiful, 169 tall, and her exact height is also a mystery to me. She doesn't like others saying that she has 170, so the external unified caliber is 169. It's like I'm obviously a little over 179, but the external unified caliber is 180. My wife's face is small, her pointed chin and big eyes. As long as her long black hair is dyed blue, she can cosplay the anime character. So many relatives and friends around her will say that she doesn't look like a young woman in her thirties at all, just like a college girl who just left campus.
When we first got married, we were crazy about each other's bodies. We seemed to have been here every day as the end of the world. We woke up and have sex, sleep when we were tired, have sex when we woke up, eat when we were tired, and do it when we were full. It seems that life should be like this. My wife's fair skin, slender and straight legs, and her cup-covered breasts are all my favorites.
She liked swimming since she was a child, and she almost joined the market to go professionally. However, her parents were reluctant to let her suffer and gave up. This experience has helped her to develop a healthy and well-proportioned body and made her fall in love with water.
We went to Maldives during our honeymoon and lived in a water house. She could almost soak in the sea water all day, churning like a mermaid. After that, she would choose the beach every time she went on vacation. He liked water so much. No wonder she said that women were made of water. This also made her develop a habit, which was to facilitate the swimsuit. She usually removes the hair under her. Even though her life has become more dull in recent years and she has gone out for less time, she can't change this habit. Even if there are signs of something, she will shaved it clean. In her words, she is completely unaccustomed to the existence of hair there.
I have to say that my wife is completely based on my aesthetics. She used to worry if I wouldn't like the smoothness and smoothness under her, but I really want to shout, this is what I like
It is said that due to genes, yellow people's lower body tend to accumulate melanin and turn into black fungus, but their wife's place is always pink and tender, clean, just like the heroine in European and American A-sciences. Every time I go to the room, I watch my cock in and out of the pink and tender slit, it is a wonderful enjoyment.
But just like most couples, the frequency of sex between us has dropped sharply over time, from multiple times a day when we first got married, to once a day later, to once a few days. Now, it’s almost once a week after four years of marriage. Some of them are me or she thinks that it’s been a few days since she hasn’t done it, so it’s time to do it once.
In addition, my wife has paid great attention to contraception recently because of work. Every time she pushed her to get the condom at a critical moment, she felt her hot body was poured with a basin of cold water. Because I don’t like there is a layer of plastic between the two of them. I usually insist on not using it at first, and then put it on for the final sprint after getting enough time. Occasionally, I couldn’t hold it in and ejaculate once or twice. She got up and got out of bed to rinse, completely ignoring my feelings. Sometimes I felt that it was not safe and I had to take a post-effect medicine.
Various factors have led to my increasing fear of having sex with her now. When I encounter her period, I feel relaxed inexplicably. At least I don’t have to have that kind of less pleasant sex like routine in the past few days.
We all know this subtle change, and everyone is anxious, but they all pretend to be nothing, as if it is a taboo topic and no one can touch it
That night, I hugged my wife's white and tender body and was working hard. She made her unique breathing sound, changing the tone with the swaying rhythm of my body.
I reached out to light the desk lamp on the bedside table. A soft light illuminated, which made her fair body shine with a light golden luster, but my wife frowned and turned off the desk lamp as soon as she reached out to her hand.
Too bright, my wife murmured
But I like to see how you look when you are intoxicated. I said with a shameless face, stretched out my hand and turned on the lamp again
What are you doing? A hint of disgust and impatience appeared on my wife's face, and she reached out and turned off the lamp.
Her expression and movement ignited my anger. I stopped, pulled out my half-soft cock from her body, sat up all of a sudden, turned on the desk lamp again, but this time it was not to appreciate her body, but to facilitate my clothes.
You, what's wrong with you? My wife seemed to see my displeasure, gently pulled the corner of my clothes, and asked timidly
It's nothing, I can't sleep, I can watch TV. I answered a rudely tone, got up and walked towards the living room
There is a little benefit to the weekend night. Any sports channel will be broadcasted by various national leagues. As a man, I don’t feel bored. I took out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator and started watching the game. About half an hour later, the door was opened, and my wife walked out in a silk nightgown. I thought she was going to the bathroom. I looked at her and didn’t say anything, but she slowly walked to me and sat down.
Out of a moment of anger, I didn't go to see her, but I heard a faint sob coming from beside me. I turned my head and saw my wife sucking her nose, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, my heart melted, I put down the beer can, moved her body toward her, and reached out to wrap her arms around her shoulders.
Good, stop crying, it's me that's not good. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you for this little thing. I whispered
She shook her head and said: Actually, I don’t want this, but I don’t know what happened recently. We have just been married for four years and have become so weak. I am so afraid that I don’t know what will become in a few years. I am really afraid
Her crying broke my heart, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly and say apologies in her ear. My wife's wonderful body has not changed. After a while, the fragrance of her body has entered my nose. The texture of the silk is as smooth as the skin, which actually makes my lost passion come back a little. I tried to push my hand in from my chest, grasped a plump half ball, gently kneaded it a few times, and then stretched out a finger to twiddle the pink buds. She stretched out one hand as if to stop me from making trouble, but the action seemed to block the way out of my chest, for fear that my big hand would abandon her and ignore her.
The sobs were gone, replaced by a slight panting and moaning sound. The flames that were about to extinguish in my mind were burning like a stream of fresh oxygen. I kissed her lips and licked the corner of her mouth with my tongue. There was a faint salty smell of tears scratching through it. My wife also stuck out her tongue to respond to my hot kiss.
One of my hands reached to her waist, untied the strap of my nightgown, and then took the nightgown off her body. My lips left her lips, and my head leaned down, holding a pink bud, and putting one hand into the underwear to explore the mysterious stream. After touching it, you could feel the gurgling water. My wife was moved. I took off her underwear in one go, exploring her pussy, while sucking her bud. The double attack made her scream more and more forgetful
I suddenly had an idea, why not take this opportunity to tell her what I had thought about for several days first?
Wife
Um?
Do you want to regain our lost passion?
Wish Ah, my wife answered vaguely
If I say I have a solution, would you like to try it?
What's your solution?
I leaned closer to her ear and said in an almost whispering voice: Do you want to try 3pAh?
What? She looked confused, obviously she didn't understand what I mean
Just find another man to fuck you together. I said it more clearly
It took her several seconds to realize who I am. After asking, she found out that she was temporarily released by her best friend today, and she was sulking alone. So I naturally played the role of a temporary follower. During this period, I roughly understood the reason why Chen Qianyi's attitude changed from her. It turned out that she had a boyfriend in college, but the boy went abroad to study after graduation. She naturally thought that the relationship was over after the pain, but she didn't expect that the boy had come back recently. The first thing she did when she came back was to find her. When she learned that she had a new boyfriend, she started to keep her crazy. The final result was like that later.
I couldn't help but laugh when I heard this. The familiar recipes and familiar plots are really the ones who dare to be worse than me.
Destiny is so wonderful. Chen Qianyi gave up on me, but I started a relationship with Chen Xinyue because of an accidental encounter. After two years of ups and downs, our relationship finally came true. We entered the palace of marriage hand in hand. It has been four years since then. After marriage, with the help of both parents, we have our own nest. Although it is not big, it is warm enough, and we also have our own car. Although it is not luxurious, it is enough to shelter our journey from the wind and rain.
In four years, my age has been leap from two to three. Every time I comb my hair, I don’t know if it’s an illusion or something, I feel that my hair volume is not as high as before. Although I often exercise and pay attention to my diet, my belly inevitably bulges a little more than before. However, the years seem to be favoring me, but I forgot my wife. She seems to have not changed at all.
Yes, my wife is very beautiful, 169 tall, and her exact height is also a mystery to me. She doesn't like others saying that she has 170, so the external unified caliber is 169. It's like I'm obviously a little over 179, but the external unified caliber is 180. My wife's face is small, her pointed chin and big eyes. As long as her long black hair is dyed blue, she can cosplay the anime character. So many relatives and friends around her will say that she doesn't look like a young woman in her thirties at all, just like a college girl who just left campus.
When we first got married, we were crazy about each other's bodies. We seemed to have been here every day as the end of the world. We woke up and have sex, sleep when we were tired, have sex when we woke up, eat when we were tired, and do it when we were full. It seems that life should be like this. My wife's fair skin, slender and straight legs, and her cup-covered breasts are all my favorites.
She liked swimming since she was a child, and she almost joined the market to go professionally. However, her parents were reluctant to let her suffer and gave up. This experience has helped her to develop a healthy and well-proportioned body and made her fall in love with water.
We went to Maldives during our honeymoon and lived in a water house. She could almost soak in the sea water all day, churning like a mermaid. After that, she would choose the beach every time she went on vacation. He liked water so much. No wonder she said that women were made of water. This also made her develop a habit, which was to facilitate the swimsuit. She usually removes the hair under her. Even though her life has become more dull in recent years and she has gone out for less time, she can't change this habit. Even if there are signs of something, she will shaved it clean. In her words, she is completely unaccustomed to the existence of hair there.
I have to say that my wife is completely based on my aesthetics. She used to worry if I wouldn't like the smoothness and smoothness under her, but I really want to shout, this is what I like
It is said that due to genes, yellow people's lower body tend to accumulate melanin and turn into black fungus, but their wife's place is always pink and tender, clean, just like the heroine in European and American A-sciences. Every time I go to the room, I watch my cock in and out of the pink and tender slit, it is a wonderful enjoyment.
But just like most couples, the frequency of sex between us has dropped sharply over time, from multiple times a day when we first got married, to once a day later, to once a few days. Now, it’s almost once a week after four years of marriage. Some of them are me or she thinks that it’s been a few days since she hasn’t done it, so it’s time to do it once.
In addition, my wife has paid great attention to contraception recently because of work. Every time she pushed her to get the condom at a critical moment, she felt her hot body was poured with a basin of cold water. Because I don’t like there is a layer of plastic between the two of them. I usually insist on not using it at first, and then put it on for the final sprint after getting enough time. Occasionally, I couldn’t hold it in and ejaculate once or twice. She got up and got out of bed to rinse, completely ignoring my feelings. Sometimes I felt that it was not safe and I had to take a post-effect medicine.
Various factors have led to my increasing fear of having sex with her now. When I encounter her period, I feel relaxed inexplicably. At least I don’t have to have that kind of less pleasant sex like routine in the past few days.
We all know this subtle change, and everyone is anxious, but they all pretend to be nothing, as if it is a taboo topic and no one can touch it
That night, I hugged my wife's white and tender body and was working hard. She made her unique breathing sound, changing the tone with the swaying rhythm of my body.
I reached out to light the desk lamp on the bedside table. A soft light illuminated, which made her fair body shine with a light golden luster, but my wife frowned and turned off the desk lamp as soon as she reached out to her hand.
Too bright, my wife murmured
But I like to see how you look when you are intoxicated. I said with a shameless face, stretched out my hand and turned on the lamp again
What are you doing? A hint of disgust and impatience appeared on my wife's face, and she reached out and turned off the lamp.
Her expression and movement ignited my anger. I stopped, pulled out my half-soft cock from her body, sat up all of a sudden, turned on the desk lamp again, but this time it was not to appreciate her body, but to facilitate my clothes.
You, what's wrong with you? My wife seemed to see my displeasure, gently pulled the corner of my clothes, and asked timidly
It's nothing, I can't sleep, I can watch TV. I answered a rudely tone, got up and walked towards the living room
There is a little benefit to the weekend night. Any sports channel will be broadcasted by various national leagues. As a man, I don’t feel bored. I took out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator and started watching the game. About half an hour later, the door was opened, and my wife walked out in a silk nightgown. I thought she was going to the bathroom. I looked at her and didn’t say anything, but she slowly walked to me and sat down.
Out of a moment of anger, I didn't go to see her, but I heard a faint sob coming from beside me. I turned my head and saw my wife sucking her nose, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, my heart melted, I put down the beer can, moved her body toward her, and reached out to wrap her arms around her shoulders.
Good, stop crying, it's me that's not good. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you for this little thing. I whispered
She shook her head and said: Actually, I don’t want this, but I don’t know what happened recently. We have just been married for four years and have become so weak. I am so afraid that I don’t know what will become in a few years. I am really afraid
Her crying broke my heart, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly and say apologies in her ear. My wife's wonderful body has not changed. After a while, the fragrance of her body has entered my nose. The texture of the silk is as smooth as the skin, which actually makes my lost passion come back a little. I tried to push my hand in from my chest, grasped a plump half ball, gently kneaded it a few times, and then stretched out a finger to twiddle the pink buds. She stretched out one hand as if to stop me from making trouble, but the action seemed to block the way out of my chest, for fear that my big hand would abandon her and ignore her.
The sobs were gone, replaced by a slight panting and moaning sound. The flames that were about to extinguish in my mind were burning like a stream of fresh oxygen. I kissed her lips and licked the corner of her mouth with my tongue. There was a faint salty smell of tears scratching through it. My wife also stuck out her tongue to respond to my hot kiss.
One of my hands reached to her waist, untied the strap of my nightgown, and then took the nightgown off her body. My lips left her lips, and my head leaned down, holding a pink bud, and putting one hand into the underwear to explore the mysterious stream. After touching it, you could feel the gurgling water. My wife was moved. I took off her underwear in one go, exploring her pussy, while sucking her bud. The double attack made her scream more and more forgetful
I suddenly had an idea, why not take this opportunity to tell her what I had thought about for several days first?
Wife
Um?
Do you want to regain our lost passion?
Wish Ah, my wife answered vaguely
If I say I have a solution, would you like to try it?
What's your solution?
I leaned closer to her ear and said in an almost whispering voice: Do you want to try 3pAh?
What? She looked confused, obviously she didn't understand what I mean
Just find another man to fuck you together. I said it more clearly
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