When you chew an apple with your teeth, you say to it in your heart: Your seeds will live in my body, your future buds will thrive in my heart, your fragrance will become my breath, and we will spend all the years happily together. Gibran's "Prophet"
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I looked at my mother sitting in front of the dressing table. She frowned and stretched out her eyebrows in the mirror, like a sad little woman
Her thin lips opened slightly, and she smiled lightly, smiling out a row of neat and white teeth, and a few shallow lines appeared at the corners of her lips. From these smile patterns, the whole smile actually had a bit of shyness and fear.
The dressing table is made of ancient style, made of red sandalwood, and the huge red wood bed and nightstand were all brought by my mother from her parents' home.
There are also several cosmetics and perfumes on the dressing table, but I don't seem to have seen my mother use them before. She is just arranged in several rows like a display. She is beautiful and does not need any decorations.
My mother is elegant and good at pipa, and her singing style is graceful and beautiful. I think it is described in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" and is noisy and mixed, and big beads fall on the jade plate
The most appropriate description
My class teacher Wang Xian is a Chinese teacher. She has always favored me throughout the class. I think it is also because of this song "Pipa Xing". I remember that Wang Xian happened to ask me about the question when asked about my views on this poem. When I asked about my opinion on this poem, I talked about it.
I said at that time that "Pipa Xing" is not only an original narrative poem full of vitality, but if rewritten into a novel, it will also be an extremely outstanding short story, because it not only has a rigorous story structure, but also has a very vivid description of the characters. It can be said that this is a truly pure literary work, and a good work is endlessly read.
Maybe from that day on, Wang Xian changed me from a life committee member to a Chinese language representative, and from then on, he entered my private life.
Qiao'er, what are you watching? Aren't you going to school?
When my mother saw me looking at her, she smiled slightly. She was so beautiful when she smiled!
The soft outline has a classical splendor, but it is so vivid and charming
Ah, mom, you are so beautiful...
I was shocked and withdrew my gaze and my thoughts. Yes, I am going to school today, and Teacher Wang Xian said I would assign some homework.
Due to the snow, the school had to take a break suddenly, and the class did not have time to assign homework.
Well, then you go quickly and still be slow here...
My mother angrily pointed at the tip of my nose, and a cool fragrance was exuded from her hands, and the smile on the corner of her lips was graceful and subtle, like the crape myrtle flower under the corner of the wall
My heart swayed, and I embraced her in my arms. At this moment, the lights were hazy, and the people were hazy, and I was like the fog, and I was in chaos in front of me, like a real, like a dream, like a dream
Go, it's not enough to go all night...
My mother pushed me away coquettishly, turned to the kitchen, and hummed in her mouth: Youth is in the world, adding a year, and a few years are gone, and the crows are gone, opening a window screen, covering a window screen, rain, wind cuts, gathering a pile of fallen flowers, scattering a pile of fallen flowers, boring, and helpless, singing a song of the pipa, playing a song of the pipa, having nowhere to put it in, calling an enemy, cursing an enemy
I could hear that this was the song "Sijing Booth Ci" by Feng Weimin of the Ming Dynasty, the song "Sijing Booth Ci" was crisp and gentle. For a moment, I was so crazy about it...
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
I pushed the door open, and my eyes lit up. Last night, the world was white outside the paper window of the tile house.
Yesterday, the ground was covered with fallen leaves and looked messy. Now it has been covered by heavy snow, like a huge white hand towel covering it. The two jujube trees planted by my mother and I were majesticly wearing silver armor, and proudly stretched out their snow-white arms to the sky.
The river less than ten meters away formed thick ice, and the sound was inaudible
I didn't walk on the bridge, nor did I need a bridge. The other side was the wilderness. I walked towards the school in the snow.
Wang Xian’s home is not in the school, it is behind the school
A stone wall with tiles on the top, a total of three rooms
When I arrived, Wang Xian was wearing an apron, his two beautiful hands were sticky, and he was tidying the dumpling skin.
Her cheeks were red, come in quickly, it was really cold outside, look at how cold your little face is?
I smiled at her, lowered my head, and walked into her kitchen
The light in the room seemed a little dim, and on the wall of the door was a faded New Year picture, a fat child rode on a goldfish
There is a wooden square table in the middle of the house, several benches, and some unwashed clothes are piled up in the corner of the house. Wang Xian's bra is placed conspicuously on the top.
Let's eat here at noon, wash your hands and help me roll out the dumpling skin
Wang Xian had already taken off his apron, put on a set of home cotton sweaters, and brought it into a stove, which was burning vigorously.
Her hair is naturally slightly curly, streamlined over her shoulders, her unique plump cheeks are unusually bright under the fire.
Where is him?
I often call her husband this way, in the world of both of us
She stared at me intently, and the depths of her dark pupils reflected me and rotated me
She tiptoed and kissed my lips gently
In an instant, I felt a warm current passing through my body, and my heart seemed to stop beating on this winter morning.
He is on duty today.
She brushed away the snowflakes that were stained on my coat with her hands. The snow was so heavy that I finally waited for it to rest, so I'll call you
Her voice trembled slightly, like a note floating in the wind
She was very attentive, the water in the washbasin was warm
I washed my hands and she immediately attached to my chest. The fragrance of green grass and the fragrance of locust flowers broke into my nose, and it was so clear that it was within reach.
Miss me?
I pinched her little hand
She smiled sweetly and shyly, lowered her head slightly, and then looked at my eyes firmly. I was looking for the warmth she gave me in this clear spring.
Memories are like pictures in movies, repeatedly rolling out in my mind. I feel uneasy from time to time, doubting that everything I can grasp now is actually an illusory movie.
But reality often knocks on my heart. I clearly remember that after that intense but gentle love, she hugged me tightly and said: I hope you can remember me, remember today, remember we once loved each other like this.
Come on, let's prepare the dumplings first, and then prepare some soup. I know you can't swallow it without soup.
Wang Xian married from southern Jiangsu three years ago. She loves cooking and is very accurate.
She also loves writing poetry. In the world of poetry, she is like a baby who is not very familiar with the world, so innocent that she seems to be untainted by the fireworks of the world.
Only in this way can she often be out of place with her husband
‘Requirements’? Did you write this poem recently?
I picked up the paper on the table and thought, I want to love it once/I want to walk on the edge of life/Go and see the scenery of the coast over there/Go and see a petal of roses and sails passing by/I want to love it once/Like a little cyan love it/Warm flowers/Love it once, I want to/Drinke all the honey water. Shu, listen, it is the sound of snowflakes.
She raised her index finger on her lips, her clear eyes were shimmering and had a faint distance
She stopped talking, just leaned her head on my shoulder, I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, tightened her, her body was soft and warm
We've kissed
Her tongue is sweet and has a slight mint smell. I think it's because of toothpaste.
It stirred and stretched straight towards my throat, asking for fearlessness and infatuation
You, your mom, do you know?
Her stuttering little lips whispered in my ear. She answered the phone in the morning. I, I'm a little scared.
Her eyes were like the dark night, deep, looking closely, as if she was waiting for something and was afraid of something.
Fool, how could she know, don't be afraid of me
In front of her, our annual rings seemed to be reversed. It was not that she was twelve years older than me, but that I was older than her.
Oh, then just hold me tighter...
Her dull eyes seemed to have all been dripping with oil, shining like shells flashing in the sun
Maybe it was because she was wearing too much, it took a lot of trouble to take off her underwear.
Her pubic hair was dark, like a big forest. If you just look at her appearance, it is hard to imagine that the beautiful Chinese teacher who was reading "Night in the Lotus Pond" loudly in class actually had such vigorous hair and was growing vigorously
The labia are purple-black and turn outward, darker than her originally light black mons pubis, which is not very mesmerizing.
I first tried to penetrate my index finger, and then penetrated my middle and ring fingers, but to my surprise, I brought out some wet mucus.
Ah, you just had a job with him?
I was a little surprised and angry, although it was a little unreasonable, after all, they were authentic and legal couples
Ah, I'm sorry... When he was about to go out in the morning, he insisted on... saying yes...
She accompanied me, her face was full of guilt, and her tone became gloomy. Perhaps she felt my coldness and dissatisfaction.
Stop talking, let's open it a little longer...
I ordered and put her white and thin thighs on the wooden table. The bench under me made a squeaking sound. I could clearly see the bright red blood running under her skin. At this time, her face was as delicate as spring flowers and as beautiful as the morning glow.
Soon, a gurgling sound of water came from her vagina, and a sticky semen oozed out of her narrow gap, like a wisteria hanging to the water, the purple color like a tobacco village in the painting
Her fingers gently touched my huge piece of skin, and she stroked the foreskin to the root of her penis. Her little fingers lit up my urethra and murmursed with lewd words in her mouth.
I covered her mouth with my hands, my whole body was so hot that I felt like my body was trapped in a circle of whirlpools. I screamed suddenly and inserted it in
Overall, she is a young woman with a sexy body, I have seen this very early
She is very prone to heat up, and as soon as she gets up, she will be out of control and must vent her energy.
I remember the last time I took her Chinese class, halfway through, she suddenly asked everyone to study by herself, and then told me to go to her dormitory to get the experimental homework. In fact, she was just excited.
The big poisonous snake lurking in my body came out again, devouring my peaceful heart, the originally smooth river had a passionate shore
During the repeated impacts, my soul transcended beyond my body, felt the pulse of sex, and while the rotation, I listened to her affectionate moans carefully.
With the lifting of her buttocks, I easily made her reach orgasm, but this was only the first time. Without more than three times, she would not be exhausted.
I don't know if it's because women with pretty appearances are so passionate and boring when they start a relationship.
Wang Xian's appearance is not beautiful, but charming. At first glance, she looks like an Indian woman, with a light brown skin, big and deep black eyes, and a few freckles beside her pretty nose, but it adds a little bit of charm to her.
In the eyes of outsiders, Wang Xian’s marriage is very happy. Her husband is a doctor and a people’s teacher. She is a pair made of heaven and earth.
However, what creates happiness is not only the profession of both parties, but also the personality
She called again
This time the shout was crying, which was the kind from the heart. This was the prelude to another climax.
I didn't need to touch it, and I knew that the bench under her was so wet. With every trembling, lustful water would always seep out of her vagina. Even though my penis was tightly pressing it, it would be useless.
I looked down a little. Her labia looked so lewd. As my penis was brought in and raised, the flesh color on the white background would always be revealed, mixed with some viscous liquid
I closed my eyes and thrust again. Only by thrusting slowly and properly, can I create an ideal effect
You said, is my insertion better than him?
I changed the angle and pushed in slantedly. Her whole body curled up, her legs were wrapped around her, her eyes were blurred with some joy and some comfort.
Of course... Qiao, as long as you are with you, even if you don’t fuck me and talk to me for a while, I will feel pleasure...
I don't know if she is not lying or trying to please me, but I felt her emotional struggle and irritation from the spasms in her vaginal wall. It was covered with a nearly hysterical passion, overwhelming overwhelming
Xian, I want to fuck your ass
I deliberately said it a little vulgar. At this moment, her dependence and obedience to me are unquestionable.
My middle finger was inserted into her anus. Although it only took half a year, I could still feel the contraction of her anus.
Ah, can this be inserted?
Her delicate chin raised up, and the freckles showed the color of red sandalwood under excitement
I'm speechless
I just pushed my middle finger in and raised it, and went back and forth dozens of times. I can, baby, listen to me, come and lie down...
I turned her body, and her buttocks were red under the illumination of the stove, and a few pubic hairs were spread around her anus, feeling a little sad, just like her eyes at this moment
Xian, you have so many hairs, even here
I leaned on her body, sucked her earlobe with my mouth, and blew the heat into her ears.
After finishing my work, I will pull out the hair here, okay?
She cried
My whole body was trembling and spasming, and crystal clear tears flowed from the corners of my eyes
I comforted her, holding her hands together, Xian, your asshole is much tighter than your vagina... Does it hurt? I'll endure it for a while...
The bench supported the weight of us. Her legs were split on both sides of the bench, and her whole face was half on it. I heard her turbid and heavy breathing and moaning like an elf wandering in the snow.
The school auditorium bell rang ten times, it was already ten o'clock in the morning
Wang Xian's whole body trembled, and his anus tightened, causing my penis to hurt a little. I started to thrust violently again, rubbing, with a full male force, its power was unstoppable
Her hair was scattered, covering half of her face, and responded tremblingly under the caress of my rough and almost savage.
This is an endless muddy road. If you want to say anything, it is only when you are exhausted. So I let out a long sigh and pushed hard, motionless until all the semen in my body poured into the muddy road.
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
I looked at my mother sitting in front of the dressing table. She frowned and stretched out her eyebrows in the mirror, like a sad little woman
Her thin lips opened slightly, and she smiled lightly, smiling out a row of neat and white teeth, and a few shallow lines appeared at the corners of her lips. From these smile patterns, the whole smile actually had a bit of shyness and fear.
The dressing table is made of ancient style, made of red sandalwood, and the huge red wood bed and nightstand were all brought by my mother from her parents' home.
There are also several cosmetics and perfumes on the dressing table, but I don't seem to have seen my mother use them before. She is just arranged in several rows like a display. She is beautiful and does not need any decorations.
My mother is elegant and good at pipa, and her singing style is graceful and beautiful. I think it is described in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" and is noisy and mixed, and big beads fall on the jade plate
The most appropriate description
My class teacher Wang Xian is a Chinese teacher. She has always favored me throughout the class. I think it is also because of this song "Pipa Xing". I remember that Wang Xian happened to ask me about the question when asked about my views on this poem. When I asked about my opinion on this poem, I talked about it.
I said at that time that "Pipa Xing" is not only an original narrative poem full of vitality, but if rewritten into a novel, it will also be an extremely outstanding short story, because it not only has a rigorous story structure, but also has a very vivid description of the characters. It can be said that this is a truly pure literary work, and a good work is endlessly read.
Maybe from that day on, Wang Xian changed me from a life committee member to a Chinese language representative, and from then on, he entered my private life.
Qiao'er, what are you watching? Aren't you going to school?
When my mother saw me looking at her, she smiled slightly. She was so beautiful when she smiled!
The soft outline has a classical splendor, but it is so vivid and charming
Ah, mom, you are so beautiful...
I was shocked and withdrew my gaze and my thoughts. Yes, I am going to school today, and Teacher Wang Xian said I would assign some homework.
Due to the snow, the school had to take a break suddenly, and the class did not have time to assign homework.
Well, then you go quickly and still be slow here...
My mother angrily pointed at the tip of my nose, and a cool fragrance was exuded from her hands, and the smile on the corner of her lips was graceful and subtle, like the crape myrtle flower under the corner of the wall
My heart swayed, and I embraced her in my arms. At this moment, the lights were hazy, and the people were hazy, and I was like the fog, and I was in chaos in front of me, like a real, like a dream, like a dream
Go, it's not enough to go all night...
My mother pushed me away coquettishly, turned to the kitchen, and hummed in her mouth: Youth is in the world, adding a year, and a few years are gone, and the crows are gone, opening a window screen, covering a window screen, rain, wind cuts, gathering a pile of fallen flowers, scattering a pile of fallen flowers, boring, and helpless, singing a song of the pipa, playing a song of the pipa, having nowhere to put it in, calling an enemy, cursing an enemy
I could hear that this was the song "Sijing Booth Ci" by Feng Weimin of the Ming Dynasty, the song "Sijing Booth Ci" was crisp and gentle. For a moment, I was so crazy about it...
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
I pushed the door open, and my eyes lit up. Last night, the world was white outside the paper window of the tile house.
Yesterday, the ground was covered with fallen leaves and looked messy. Now it has been covered by heavy snow, like a huge white hand towel covering it. The two jujube trees planted by my mother and I were majesticly wearing silver armor, and proudly stretched out their snow-white arms to the sky.
The river less than ten meters away formed thick ice, and the sound was inaudible
I didn't walk on the bridge, nor did I need a bridge. The other side was the wilderness. I walked towards the school in the snow.
Wang Xian’s home is not in the school, it is behind the school
A stone wall with tiles on the top, a total of three rooms
When I arrived, Wang Xian was wearing an apron, his two beautiful hands were sticky, and he was tidying the dumpling skin.
Her cheeks were red, come in quickly, it was really cold outside, look at how cold your little face is?
I smiled at her, lowered my head, and walked into her kitchen
The light in the room seemed a little dim, and on the wall of the door was a faded New Year picture, a fat child rode on a goldfish
There is a wooden square table in the middle of the house, several benches, and some unwashed clothes are piled up in the corner of the house. Wang Xian's bra is placed conspicuously on the top.
Let's eat here at noon, wash your hands and help me roll out the dumpling skin
Wang Xian had already taken off his apron, put on a set of home cotton sweaters, and brought it into a stove, which was burning vigorously.
Her hair is naturally slightly curly, streamlined over her shoulders, her unique plump cheeks are unusually bright under the fire.
Where is him?
I often call her husband this way, in the world of both of us
She stared at me intently, and the depths of her dark pupils reflected me and rotated me
She tiptoed and kissed my lips gently
In an instant, I felt a warm current passing through my body, and my heart seemed to stop beating on this winter morning.
He is on duty today.
She brushed away the snowflakes that were stained on my coat with her hands. The snow was so heavy that I finally waited for it to rest, so I'll call you
Her voice trembled slightly, like a note floating in the wind
She was very attentive, the water in the washbasin was warm
I washed my hands and she immediately attached to my chest. The fragrance of green grass and the fragrance of locust flowers broke into my nose, and it was so clear that it was within reach.
Miss me?
I pinched her little hand
She smiled sweetly and shyly, lowered her head slightly, and then looked at my eyes firmly. I was looking for the warmth she gave me in this clear spring.
Memories are like pictures in movies, repeatedly rolling out in my mind. I feel uneasy from time to time, doubting that everything I can grasp now is actually an illusory movie.
But reality often knocks on my heart. I clearly remember that after that intense but gentle love, she hugged me tightly and said: I hope you can remember me, remember today, remember we once loved each other like this.
Come on, let's prepare the dumplings first, and then prepare some soup. I know you can't swallow it without soup.
Wang Xian married from southern Jiangsu three years ago. She loves cooking and is very accurate.
She also loves writing poetry. In the world of poetry, she is like a baby who is not very familiar with the world, so innocent that she seems to be untainted by the fireworks of the world.
Only in this way can she often be out of place with her husband
‘Requirements’? Did you write this poem recently?
I picked up the paper on the table and thought, I want to love it once/I want to walk on the edge of life/Go and see the scenery of the coast over there/Go and see a petal of roses and sails passing by/I want to love it once/Like a little cyan love it/Warm flowers/Love it once, I want to/Drinke all the honey water. Shu, listen, it is the sound of snowflakes.
She raised her index finger on her lips, her clear eyes were shimmering and had a faint distance
She stopped talking, just leaned her head on my shoulder, I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, tightened her, her body was soft and warm
We've kissed
Her tongue is sweet and has a slight mint smell. I think it's because of toothpaste.
It stirred and stretched straight towards my throat, asking for fearlessness and infatuation
You, your mom, do you know?
Her stuttering little lips whispered in my ear. She answered the phone in the morning. I, I'm a little scared.
Her eyes were like the dark night, deep, looking closely, as if she was waiting for something and was afraid of something.
Fool, how could she know, don't be afraid of me
In front of her, our annual rings seemed to be reversed. It was not that she was twelve years older than me, but that I was older than her.
Oh, then just hold me tighter...
Her dull eyes seemed to have all been dripping with oil, shining like shells flashing in the sun
Maybe it was because she was wearing too much, it took a lot of trouble to take off her underwear.
Her pubic hair was dark, like a big forest. If you just look at her appearance, it is hard to imagine that the beautiful Chinese teacher who was reading "Night in the Lotus Pond" loudly in class actually had such vigorous hair and was growing vigorously
The labia are purple-black and turn outward, darker than her originally light black mons pubis, which is not very mesmerizing.
I first tried to penetrate my index finger, and then penetrated my middle and ring fingers, but to my surprise, I brought out some wet mucus.
Ah, you just had a job with him?
I was a little surprised and angry, although it was a little unreasonable, after all, they were authentic and legal couples
Ah, I'm sorry... When he was about to go out in the morning, he insisted on... saying yes...
She accompanied me, her face was full of guilt, and her tone became gloomy. Perhaps she felt my coldness and dissatisfaction.
Stop talking, let's open it a little longer...
I ordered and put her white and thin thighs on the wooden table. The bench under me made a squeaking sound. I could clearly see the bright red blood running under her skin. At this time, her face was as delicate as spring flowers and as beautiful as the morning glow.
Soon, a gurgling sound of water came from her vagina, and a sticky semen oozed out of her narrow gap, like a wisteria hanging to the water, the purple color like a tobacco village in the painting
Her fingers gently touched my huge piece of skin, and she stroked the foreskin to the root of her penis. Her little fingers lit up my urethra and murmursed with lewd words in her mouth.
I covered her mouth with my hands, my whole body was so hot that I felt like my body was trapped in a circle of whirlpools. I screamed suddenly and inserted it in
Overall, she is a young woman with a sexy body, I have seen this very early
She is very prone to heat up, and as soon as she gets up, she will be out of control and must vent her energy.
I remember the last time I took her Chinese class, halfway through, she suddenly asked everyone to study by herself, and then told me to go to her dormitory to get the experimental homework. In fact, she was just excited.
The big poisonous snake lurking in my body came out again, devouring my peaceful heart, the originally smooth river had a passionate shore
During the repeated impacts, my soul transcended beyond my body, felt the pulse of sex, and while the rotation, I listened to her affectionate moans carefully.
With the lifting of her buttocks, I easily made her reach orgasm, but this was only the first time. Without more than three times, she would not be exhausted.
I don't know if it's because women with pretty appearances are so passionate and boring when they start a relationship.
Wang Xian's appearance is not beautiful, but charming. At first glance, she looks like an Indian woman, with a light brown skin, big and deep black eyes, and a few freckles beside her pretty nose, but it adds a little bit of charm to her.
In the eyes of outsiders, Wang Xian’s marriage is very happy. Her husband is a doctor and a people’s teacher. She is a pair made of heaven and earth.
However, what creates happiness is not only the profession of both parties, but also the personality
She called again
This time the shout was crying, which was the kind from the heart. This was the prelude to another climax.
I didn't need to touch it, and I knew that the bench under her was so wet. With every trembling, lustful water would always seep out of her vagina. Even though my penis was tightly pressing it, it would be useless.
I looked down a little. Her labia looked so lewd. As my penis was brought in and raised, the flesh color on the white background would always be revealed, mixed with some viscous liquid
I closed my eyes and thrust again. Only by thrusting slowly and properly, can I create an ideal effect
You said, is my insertion better than him?
I changed the angle and pushed in slantedly. Her whole body curled up, her legs were wrapped around her, her eyes were blurred with some joy and some comfort.
Of course... Qiao, as long as you are with you, even if you don’t fuck me and talk to me for a while, I will feel pleasure...
I don't know if she is not lying or trying to please me, but I felt her emotional struggle and irritation from the spasms in her vaginal wall. It was covered with a nearly hysterical passion, overwhelming overwhelming
Xian, I want to fuck your ass
I deliberately said it a little vulgar. At this moment, her dependence and obedience to me are unquestionable.
My middle finger was inserted into her anus. Although it only took half a year, I could still feel the contraction of her anus.
Ah, can this be inserted?
Her delicate chin raised up, and the freckles showed the color of red sandalwood under excitement
I'm speechless
I just pushed my middle finger in and raised it, and went back and forth dozens of times. I can, baby, listen to me, come and lie down...
I turned her body, and her buttocks were red under the illumination of the stove, and a few pubic hairs were spread around her anus, feeling a little sad, just like her eyes at this moment
Xian, you have so many hairs, even here
I leaned on her body, sucked her earlobe with my mouth, and blew the heat into her ears.
After finishing my work, I will pull out the hair here, okay?
She cried
My whole body was trembling and spasming, and crystal clear tears flowed from the corners of my eyes
I comforted her, holding her hands together, Xian, your asshole is much tighter than your vagina... Does it hurt? I'll endure it for a while...
The bench supported the weight of us. Her legs were split on both sides of the bench, and her whole face was half on it. I heard her turbid and heavy breathing and moaning like an elf wandering in the snow.
The school auditorium bell rang ten times, it was already ten o'clock in the morning
Wang Xian's whole body trembled, and his anus tightened, causing my penis to hurt a little. I started to thrust violently again, rubbing, with a full male force, its power was unstoppable
Her hair was scattered, covering half of her face, and responded tremblingly under the caress of my rough and almost savage.
This is an endless muddy road. If you want to say anything, it is only when you are exhausted. So I let out a long sigh and pushed hard, motionless until all the semen in my body poured into the muddy road.
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