"out of control"
/virtus
In my first year of escaping from the poor valley, I often had nightmares.
In my dream, I was trapped in the net, and the more I struggled, the tighter I was pinched.
Leaving the water, I was stripped naked and placed on the chopping board, those naked, excited, scarlet eyes stared at me, I was shaved off my scales, my belly was broken, and I was tossed and pressed, so I became numb and empty.
Just like now, I seem to have become one of them. What’s a little different is that my eyes are ridiculous and pity.
They were eagerly discussing how to enjoy me, how to discard the broken me or feed the dog.
I think every thorn I have to be hard, slitting their dirty throats, pale esophagus, and barren stomach sacks…
Those dogs can wait for them to die and then slacken in sharing their shriveled and rotten flesh.
God may also be frightened by my vicious thoughts, and a fire forgives the sins of the world.
My fins turned into bleeding legs and rushed into the light in the distance.
I turned around and wanted to look into the fool's eyes.
He was still asleep, his hands pressed against my waist, and his warm palms were soft and dry.
I brushed my hands across his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, his straight nose bridge... and then reached to the end of his eyes nostalgically.
It was slightly raised, and it was supposed to be a very confusing peach blossom eyes, but the fool's eyes were so clean and bright. No matter how you look, they looked like a boy next to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the New Year painting.
Forgive me for the rustic metaphor.
After all, in the days when I have memories, I have lived in poor mountains and valleys for most of my life, and even New Year’s paintings are a luxury for the New Year.
Maybe when dawn, I can tell the fool the story of Guanyin who saved the suffering.
The fool seemed to be annoyed by my harassment, frowned slightly, and there was still a bit of my bite mark under his red mouth. My thorns were very hard and my teeth were not as good as those.
He muttered, Awu, I'm so sleepy.My arms tightly squeezed and I was imprisoned in my arms.
At first I didn't like this kind of behavior. I always felt that a fool was like those people, but just changed into a gentle way to imprison and enjoy me.
But he would slightly raise his jaw and rub against my hair like a dog, so that my ears could be pressed against his slightly thin chest. Although it was not strong enough, the clamoring heartbeat was very powerful.
I like this sound that symbolizes vitality.
Chen Ran, you hug me too tightly.While I hugged his neck with cater to it, I couldn't help but want to resist.
Oh, I just called him a fool in my heart, after all, his father cared about other people's attitude towards his precious son.If he accidentally lets me go, he probably threw me out without mercy.
After all, I am a village woman who is incompatible with the metropolis.
But I believe in the witch, and how noble he is to keep me at home and want to summon his stupid son.
I knew very well that I just jumped from one pit into another.
It was getting late, and I missed for a while, the fool's warm chest quickly got up.
Although it was already winter, the heating at home was on very strong. I got up from the bed naked, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous when I watched the fool continue to sleep well.
Why would he be better than me? I watched a bloody TV series for a year and changed my strong local accent and spoke fluent Mandarin.And he is like a three and a half years old kid, and he doesn't even speak well.
Awu, I'm hungry.
Awu, can I hold you?
Awu, the water is so hot.
Awu, I'm so hard...
Awu, Awu, Awu... When I woke up, I followed me like a death-seeking moment, and I was very clear in my mind when I called me.
There is one thing I reached a consensus with his dad, and this fool is not stupid.
After cooking breakfast, his dad had already gotten up.
Although he is over forty years old and has a little fat appearance, he looks dignified and heroic.
After all, Chen Ran is a beautiful child. If his father is ugly, it will make people wonder if Chen Ran is the king.
The joke about Lao Wang next door was told by a friend I met online. I laughed that day and tears came down.
Chen Ran was very curious, but he had dyslexia. Although he knew those words, he didn't understand what it meant together.
His father likes to read newspapers when he is having dinner. I stand in the living room to serve him after dinner. The man told me: I'm going to another place for a few days. Look at Chen Ran, don't run around.
I nodded and agreed pretending to be obediently.
He got up and paused, and called me to pack up my things, adding: If he wants to go out, you should be with me. If he doesn’t know the way, he can call Aunt Zhang and send her a position. She will ask someone to pick you up.Ranran likes to play basketball, you... forget it, just don't get hurt.
I lowered my head and responded, unable to help but show my envious look.
I want a good dad, too.
Maybe I shouldn't have seduced this fool at the beginning. His dad looked more like a reliable man, although he was superstitious enough.
If this is true, would Chen Ran be the one who should call me?
The blurred eyes suddenly appeared in my head when he was on the verge of orgasm, as if he was about to be ruined by me.
Mom, is it okay to ask me to ejaculate?
I shivered in disgust, forget it, I'm so bad.
The fool didn't wake up until noon, and he didn't even brush his teeth and looked for me.
I was standing on the chair and thinking about the stolen money hidden on the top of the bookcase. This was the hard work I saved from going to the market to buy vegetables and bargaining every day.
He hugged my legs scoundrelly, and the hard stubble rubbed my knees, making me itchy and numb, and my legs almost fell down when they were soft.
The fool hugged me down. I counted the money and put it in my pocket with satisfaction, and then twisted the soft flesh around his waist hard.
He was afraid of itching, and it was his fatal hole. The fool smiled so hard that the corners of his eyes were red and wafting, and he kept acting coquettish: Awu Awu, I can't stand it anymore.
I raised my arms, he bent down obediently, lowered his head, gently pinched his white cheeks, and I felt even more comfortable and announced: Let's go, sister shave you today.
He has poor hands-on ability. After handing over for more than half a year, he would make himself bleed every time and look like he was crying.
Of course, he only dares to act spoiled at me. After all, his father doesn't like this, and he will only scold him for being a man without being a good person.
It's very similar to that in a TV series, this is probably the love of a strict father.
On the first day of his father's business trip, we had two meals, watched ten episodes of Journey to the West, and made love twice.
Afterwards, I was sleepy in the arms of a fool. He touched and pinched everywhere curiously as if he had seen me naked for the first time.
Awu, your breasts seem to be a little bigger again.
You rub the big ones.I'm just perfunctory.
He pinched his flat breasts, and said in a pity: Then you are so stupid, you didn't even help me rub them.
I: ……
Forget it, what dirty words should I say to a fool? It’s better to continue doing it.
I ordered him to lie flat on the sofa, and this silly big man had nowhere to put his long legs on the armrest, which looked particularly funny.
However, the young man's slender and lively body always exudes a charming heat, and I kissed him down from his rolling Adam's apple.
Kissing the raised place, he looked up and blinked playfully at him: Your JīJī is the one I hold.
I held the hard object and kissed it skillfully.
/virtus
In my first year of escaping from the poor valley, I often had nightmares.
In my dream, I was trapped in the net, and the more I struggled, the tighter I was pinched.
Leaving the water, I was stripped naked and placed on the chopping board, those naked, excited, scarlet eyes stared at me, I was shaved off my scales, my belly was broken, and I was tossed and pressed, so I became numb and empty.
Just like now, I seem to have become one of them. What’s a little different is that my eyes are ridiculous and pity.
They were eagerly discussing how to enjoy me, how to discard the broken me or feed the dog.
I think every thorn I have to be hard, slitting their dirty throats, pale esophagus, and barren stomach sacks…
Those dogs can wait for them to die and then slacken in sharing their shriveled and rotten flesh.
God may also be frightened by my vicious thoughts, and a fire forgives the sins of the world.
My fins turned into bleeding legs and rushed into the light in the distance.
I turned around and wanted to look into the fool's eyes.
He was still asleep, his hands pressed against my waist, and his warm palms were soft and dry.
I brushed my hands across his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, his straight nose bridge... and then reached to the end of his eyes nostalgically.
It was slightly raised, and it was supposed to be a very confusing peach blossom eyes, but the fool's eyes were so clean and bright. No matter how you look, they looked like a boy next to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the New Year painting.
Forgive me for the rustic metaphor.
After all, in the days when I have memories, I have lived in poor mountains and valleys for most of my life, and even New Year’s paintings are a luxury for the New Year.
Maybe when dawn, I can tell the fool the story of Guanyin who saved the suffering.
The fool seemed to be annoyed by my harassment, frowned slightly, and there was still a bit of my bite mark under his red mouth. My thorns were very hard and my teeth were not as good as those.
He muttered, Awu, I'm so sleepy.My arms tightly squeezed and I was imprisoned in my arms.
At first I didn't like this kind of behavior. I always felt that a fool was like those people, but just changed into a gentle way to imprison and enjoy me.
But he would slightly raise his jaw and rub against my hair like a dog, so that my ears could be pressed against his slightly thin chest. Although it was not strong enough, the clamoring heartbeat was very powerful.
I like this sound that symbolizes vitality.
Chen Ran, you hug me too tightly.While I hugged his neck with cater to it, I couldn't help but want to resist.
Oh, I just called him a fool in my heart, after all, his father cared about other people's attitude towards his precious son.If he accidentally lets me go, he probably threw me out without mercy.
After all, I am a village woman who is incompatible with the metropolis.
But I believe in the witch, and how noble he is to keep me at home and want to summon his stupid son.
I knew very well that I just jumped from one pit into another.
It was getting late, and I missed for a while, the fool's warm chest quickly got up.
Although it was already winter, the heating at home was on very strong. I got up from the bed naked, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous when I watched the fool continue to sleep well.
Why would he be better than me? I watched a bloody TV series for a year and changed my strong local accent and spoke fluent Mandarin.And he is like a three and a half years old kid, and he doesn't even speak well.
Awu, I'm hungry.
Awu, can I hold you?
Awu, the water is so hot.
Awu, I'm so hard...
Awu, Awu, Awu... When I woke up, I followed me like a death-seeking moment, and I was very clear in my mind when I called me.
There is one thing I reached a consensus with his dad, and this fool is not stupid.
After cooking breakfast, his dad had already gotten up.
Although he is over forty years old and has a little fat appearance, he looks dignified and heroic.
After all, Chen Ran is a beautiful child. If his father is ugly, it will make people wonder if Chen Ran is the king.
The joke about Lao Wang next door was told by a friend I met online. I laughed that day and tears came down.
Chen Ran was very curious, but he had dyslexia. Although he knew those words, he didn't understand what it meant together.
His father likes to read newspapers when he is having dinner. I stand in the living room to serve him after dinner. The man told me: I'm going to another place for a few days. Look at Chen Ran, don't run around.
I nodded and agreed pretending to be obediently.
He got up and paused, and called me to pack up my things, adding: If he wants to go out, you should be with me. If he doesn’t know the way, he can call Aunt Zhang and send her a position. She will ask someone to pick you up.Ranran likes to play basketball, you... forget it, just don't get hurt.
I lowered my head and responded, unable to help but show my envious look.
I want a good dad, too.
Maybe I shouldn't have seduced this fool at the beginning. His dad looked more like a reliable man, although he was superstitious enough.
If this is true, would Chen Ran be the one who should call me?
The blurred eyes suddenly appeared in my head when he was on the verge of orgasm, as if he was about to be ruined by me.
Mom, is it okay to ask me to ejaculate?
I shivered in disgust, forget it, I'm so bad.
The fool didn't wake up until noon, and he didn't even brush his teeth and looked for me.
I was standing on the chair and thinking about the stolen money hidden on the top of the bookcase. This was the hard work I saved from going to the market to buy vegetables and bargaining every day.
He hugged my legs scoundrelly, and the hard stubble rubbed my knees, making me itchy and numb, and my legs almost fell down when they were soft.
The fool hugged me down. I counted the money and put it in my pocket with satisfaction, and then twisted the soft flesh around his waist hard.
He was afraid of itching, and it was his fatal hole. The fool smiled so hard that the corners of his eyes were red and wafting, and he kept acting coquettish: Awu Awu, I can't stand it anymore.
I raised my arms, he bent down obediently, lowered his head, gently pinched his white cheeks, and I felt even more comfortable and announced: Let's go, sister shave you today.
He has poor hands-on ability. After handing over for more than half a year, he would make himself bleed every time and look like he was crying.
Of course, he only dares to act spoiled at me. After all, his father doesn't like this, and he will only scold him for being a man without being a good person.
It's very similar to that in a TV series, this is probably the love of a strict father.
On the first day of his father's business trip, we had two meals, watched ten episodes of Journey to the West, and made love twice.
Afterwards, I was sleepy in the arms of a fool. He touched and pinched everywhere curiously as if he had seen me naked for the first time.
Awu, your breasts seem to be a little bigger again.
You rub the big ones.I'm just perfunctory.
He pinched his flat breasts, and said in a pity: Then you are so stupid, you didn't even help me rub them.
I: ……
Forget it, what dirty words should I say to a fool? It’s better to continue doing it.
I ordered him to lie flat on the sofa, and this silly big man had nowhere to put his long legs on the armrest, which looked particularly funny.
However, the young man's slender and lively body always exudes a charming heat, and I kissed him down from his rolling Adam's apple.
Kissing the raised place, he looked up and blinked playfully at him: Your JīJī is the one I hold.
I held the hard object and kissed it skillfully.
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