After the last bullet was shot, the penis gradually softened in the mother's wet cavity.
I gradually woke up.
Then an invisible air pressure suddenly came to this space, making me tinnitus, making me dizzy, and making me breathless.
When you insert it, it is desire.
It is ethics after pulling it out.
No matter how many penis I have inserted into my mother's vagina, as I mentioned earlier, as my son, I came to this world from where I came to this world, for me, no matter how dirty it is, it has a natural sacred attribute.
Sacred, inviolable.
Now, my penis pierces into the holy place, blaspheming holiness.
The penis seemed to pierce the invisible hymen, shattering the ethical barriers, and the semen that was sprayed in completely defiled the holy flower room.
It's not sexual intercourse, it's more like some kind of ritual.
After completing the ceremony, some metaphysical sin was born to me.
Sin is unforgivable, sin is extremely evil, sin deserves death...
My throat felt like loess exposed to the scorching sun, drying up and cracking.
mom……
My mother was motionless, and I shouted, and my buzzing ears heard my voice hoarse without a trace of moisture.
I don't know how to deal with my mother...
I've been looking forward to this day for so long.
It was obvious that when she was teaching me a physiology class, she was savoring my mother's depravity and humiliation, I enjoyed it so much again.
Only now did I realize that my courage was desire.
The desire faded and I became a child again.
I used to fantasize about having sex with my mother.
I took a normal single photo of my mother, and imagined the naked body under her clothes, and imagined that my graceful body was pressed under my body, panting like an actress in AV, twisting her body, and screaming.
Just a photo without any pornographic elements makes me orgasm more likely than any pornographic books and videos.
So where did this twisted desire come from?
I don't know.
All I know is that I am addicted to this colorful swamp.
It erodes me little by little, swallows me, and makes me unable to extricate myself.
I began to be jealous and began to be greedy.
Want to possess her.
But on this hot night, in this hot room, I really slept with my mother...
Why am I so uncomfortable?
In addition to the fleeting pleasure brought by physiology at the moment of orgasm, there is no trace of the ultimate satisfaction and accomplishment in the speculations of countless nights in the past.
I gasped and lay on my mother's soft body, my brain was shaking, mixed with flavors, and a mess.
I suddenly wanted to vomit.
My stomach inexplicably began to swell, like a motion sickness reaction. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't vomit.
All kinds of miscellaneous memories who couldn't see clearly appeared in the field one after another, and then they took a quick look at the end of the game in Dongdongqiang.
The moment I cum in my mother, I clearly heard my mother crying in my ear.He lost his voice, but did not cry, but just screamed and quickly controlled it again.
My mother's heart is broken...
After that crying, my mother was silent again.
Until the air solidifies completely and the dust settles.
I don’t know how long I lie on my mother. It seems very long, and it may be just a few seconds. I heard her say:
go out.
The sound was so plain, like the door handle I twisted, or like the light switch I pressed or the door I carefully closed.
No blame, only disappointment.
Walking out of my mother's room, my mind buzzed again, like the buzzing sound of the microphone being disturbed by some instrument.
Buzz
I walked through the living room like a sleepwalking, and sat on the chair in the room like a walking corpse, and lay on my own bed.
Then I began to recall.
Begins to lose memory.
I seemed to have said something to my mother just now, but I didn't seem to have anything to say.
Did my mother scold me?
I can't remember at all.
……
The young man has a strange nature.
On the one hand, he is obviously too young to die, but he has to emphasize his maturity.
I always feel that I don’t need my elders to worry about and that I can make good decisions.
I feel that everything is under my control.
Extremely ridiculous.
I began to feel guilty, uncomfortable, and painful about what happened to my mother...
This is a feeling beyond my expectations.
But after these emotions, I began to get angry.
Yes, angry.
Unreasonable anger.
Perhaps it was because of his incompetence, his mother's depravity, and his damn world.
The anger burned, trying to destroy everything and burned everything.
In fact, this kind of emotion that wants to destroy everything does not want to destroy anything.
The core of destruction is:
Rebirth.
Can you do it again?
The answer is cold and desperate:
No more.
******
No matter how angry I am, I don’t want to do anything.
I lay on the bed and finally recovered. I was worried about gains and losses, and I was extremely irritated. I wanted to find something to divert my attention.
But the fuck Mediterranean doesn't want to let me go!
I didn't expect that this incest drama, the Mediterranean, was actually watching in real time, and he immediately sent me a message:
Beautiful work.
I stared at this message in a daze and it took me a long time to reply.
Me: It feels strange.
Mediterranean: That's some outdated ideas at work.
Mediterranean: You have taken a critical step.
Mediterranean: Let me help you?
help me?
Half an hour later, two knocks sounded, followed by my mother's hoarse voice:
Have you fallen asleep?
I didn't respond, the Mediterranean asked me to pretend to be asleep.
The door was pushed open.
The lights in the corridor made my mother's shadow pass past my body first. I gently opened a little eyelids and saw the outline of my mother's body standing at the door in a hazy way.
Smooth lines:
She was naked.
The soul-stirring body came in, silently like a ghost. Fortunately, the sound of the door closed made my consciousness return from the underworld to the living.
The extremely dark world.
The plump body sat down on the edge of the bed, and the air began to smell strange. Originally, the fragrance was pure and intoxicating, but now it was mixed with sweat and the fishy smell unique to the semen, turning into a evil and depraved smell.
There is also a strong smell of alcohol.
The air was filled with silence, hovering up, and slowly falling, bent her back and collapsed my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe again.
Finally, the silence was broken with a hiccup.
son.
My mother's hand touched my face.
In the past, this hand was thick, but now it is very smooth.
After leaving my mother's room, for a moment, I felt that I would never hear her calling me like that again.
Mom...want to say to you...
sorry……
What?
sorry?
Yes... it's wrong with mom...
I don't know how to respond.
But I obviously don't need any response when I pretend to be asleep.
But I was thinking in my heart.
She paused and continued:
Mom...so lonely...
Oh my God...
Under the pressure of the Mediterranean, she was forced to seduce her son. Now that she has been violated by her son, she still has to take all her sins on herself!
Her body bent down, and a drop of liquid dripped on my face, and then my mother kissed her next to the drop.
This kiss was naturally instructed to...
Only that tear is real.
The anger I had in my heart not long ago was like a young candlelight poured directly onto a bucket of ice water, extinguished without a trace, and there was no residual heat left.
******
the next day.
Breakfast, I went to school, she went to work.
My expression was as usual, and she was dressed dignified.
In front of the school gate.
Be careful when driving.
Well, listen carefully to the class Ah.
It seems that nothing happened last night.
******
Then what?
Mom came to find me.She drank alcohol and apologized, saying that she was lonely that something happened.
A crappy excuse.Mr. Xu likes this, deliberately designing things so embarrassingly, like the emperor's new clothes, which are obviously naked and ugly, but everyone has to cheer for them.
Um.So the next day, she deliberately pretended to be hangover... She couldn't pretend, she seemed to have really drunk a lot of alcohol, and was covered in alcohol.
In this way, your incest is forcibly whitewashed.Alas, you and your mother know that they were incest and they were tacit, but Mr. Xu forced this matter to be a mess after drinking, and forcibly set a step, and everyone must step on it.
Um.
No wonder you haven't looked for me these days, so you went to the wrong place with your mother every day?
Do you know you hate it?
I actually took a word from my mother and went to Zhang Yi.
No.After that night, I didn't even touch her hand, and I was in the mood to do those things.
Mr. Xu didn’t force you?
No.
……
……
Zhang Yi is a good person to talk to.
But her attitude of being open-minded in everything is sometimes really annoying.
******
The discomfort caused by my incest with my mother was not eliminated by Zhang Yi's conversation, but was transferred by Zhuang Jing.
It seems that Mediterranean is very satisfied with my idea of physiology course copied online. He kept his promise and gave Zhuang Jing to me.
Zhuang Jing is obviously special.
Not just body appearance.
Zhang Yi became my sex slave, and the Mediterranean was just a matter of one sentence.
But Zhuang Jing, he told me:
I've given this woman to you, but if you want to ride her, you have to tame her.
******
Dingling...
The school bell rang.
I slapped the study committee member Wei YànYàn’s little butt and quickly went down the stairs amid her angry scolding.
It is difficult for people to get out of the sludge without being stained.
In the past, I thought my mother was unavailable, so while I was lying to the mother, I had a crush on her at school.
It is Wei YànYàn.
The reason to like her is simple.
She is the class beauty, the best-looking and figure in the class, and she stands out. Only people with inferiority will not look at her.
But secretly love.
I can only go to love secretly.
But this is the past...
Now I not only love her, but also want to possess her.
I started to be frivolous with her.
Last month, I touched her breasts in the sports equipment room.
I didn't dare to do this kind of dying behavior in the past.
But today is different from the past.
Wei YànYàn sued the class teacher, Teacher Yao, but when I talked to me, it was neither Teacher Yao nor the director of the discipline.
But Principal Li.
In the principal's office, as soon as I entered the door, Principal Li spoke:
Oh, classmate Fang Jing is here, but I didn’t expect you to be a relative of Member Xu…
I told the Mediterranean that I wanted to take the initiative to do something.
The Mediterranean dragon face is very happy.
He expressed strong support for my plan, not only greeted the school management, but also gave me some money as funding for the event.
But this is off-topic, press it first and don’t say it.
Outside the school gate.
Standing next to the Hongqi SUV worth more than 700,000 yuan, Zhuang Jing, wearing a white shirt and a simple long skirt, stared at the school gate in a daze. She didn't come back to her until I jumped in front of her.
Her first sentence was:
Are you Mr. Xu’s illegitimate son?
She was unwilling to give up.
right.
As I said before, she felt she deserved something better.
I also understand what my luck actually comes from:
I am an extension of Mediterranean desire.
I don't know exactly what the Mediterranean world is like.
He owns an extremely large group, and although many people help him manage this business empire, from his dominance over women, I know that he is equally obsessed with power.
So he actually didn't have enough time to play with women.
It was far from enough to satisfy his black hole-like desire.
So I, and others who I don't know, serve as an extension of his desires and as a substitute, to satisfy his various ideas.
So he said that after he gave me Zhuang Jing:
It is natural for me to play with her now, and this is no longer interesting, but she is so arrogant, you, as a junior high school student, go play with her, hehe, that's very interesting.
******
Smack
A loud slap.
Everyone around him looked over.
My son beats my mother?
I ignored Zhuang Jing's angry look and got into the car directly.
No.
It's the owner who beats the dog.
Where is your home?
Zhuang Jing then got into the car, but in just a few seconds, her mood had calmed down.
Take off your skirt.
She was stunned for a moment, and then obediently took off her long skirt.
The underwear was taken off as well.
Then I got the warm and fragrant underwear.
Drive to your house.
One command after another.
Just like that, Zhuang Jing drove naked.
While the car is driving, it is difficult for the vehicle next to it to notice that the female driver of this SUV is driving naked, but when waiting for the traffic light, it is almost obvious to the car close to it.
Someone even took out his cell phone.
Zhuang Jing's face was naturally blue and white.
Actually, I was really a little afraid that she and I would die together.
I went to the underground parking lot of her house and I shook in front of her with her skirt and underwear.
The meaning is very obvious:
Do you want to take the elevator naked?
Her cold face showed a charming smile, a smile that was forced to compromise and surrender, and then took my cock out of my crotch, leaned over and held it in, licked and sucked it.
But the feeling of controlling a person's words and deeds is much more enjoyable than oral sex.
She didn't know that the real nightmare had just begun.
******
In this world.
The birth of an angel is a sin.
Because her wings will surely be lost.
******
I went to Zhuang Jing's house not to fuck her at her house.
I asked her to take me to visit her residence.
She lives alone, but the residence in this noble community is much larger than my home, about 170 square meters, with wooden floors, blankets, sculptures and oil paintings, fitness room, spacious and bright study room, the decoration style is extremely elegant, and a message is revealed everywhere: the owner of this room is not only rich, but also very tasteful.
The Mediterranean is right.
This is Zhuang Jing’s last harbor.
The information disclosed everywhere in this house is:
This residence took a lot of effort.
the next day.
It was Zhuang Jing who came to pick me up after school.
But there was one more passenger in that car, Zhang Yi.
Zhuang Jing obviously has a deep understanding of men's dirty thoughts and did not ask much about this.
I think she probably thought I wanted to fly together.
So she didn't respond to the destination I said to go to.
And I noticed that her eyes looked at Zhang Yi a little...
Contempt.
I feel very satisfied.
******
Half an hour later.
Old district in the west of the city, old power plant dormitory.
A house that looks engraved with traces of history.
It can be summarized in two words:
old.
Not only are the houses dilapidated, but the residents are also dilapidated.
So when this luxurious SUV parked downstairs, it attracted more than a dozen eyeballs that were playing cards in the compound that should have stared at poker.
In the past, cars became popular
When the two beauties in the car got off the car, especially Zhuang Jing, the dozens of eyeballs almost fell from their sockets.
A group of old men are watching Zhuang Jing.
A whistle sounded.
But it is more of fear.
In this society, there is too much news about rich people doing whatever they want.
Zhuang Jing frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable.
This is very normal.The west of the city is almost equivalent to a slum. A high-income person like her will never set foot in these areas as long as her brain is not broken.
Give the key to Zhang Yi.
Zhuang Jing glanced at me, but still gave the key to Zhang Yi obediently.
Go upstairs, no elevator.
There was actually a drunk man in the corridor, lying in the corner. If his chest was not still undulating, he would have thought he was dead.
The air was filled with the nausea of vomit and alcohol.
Zhuang Jing's face was almost wrinkled.
When I reached the 6th floor, the domestic violence sounds that could be vaguely heard on the 1st floor are finally confirmed to be 602.
The door of 602 was open, and a short and strong man was whipping a woman with a feather duster with her clothes being torn to pieces and her breasts were exposed.
The strong man cursed: Fuck you!Fuck you!Still crying?Don't cry!!Kneel to me!!
Zhang Yi glanced at it and turned her head aside with a numb expression.
Zhuang Jing took a step, but the man looked over viciously and said, "Damn it, have you ever seen beating your wife?"
After saying that, the feather duster in his hand twitched the woman's arm again. The woman covered her arms and screamed in pain, but she didn't dare to cry anymore. She also turned her head with Zhang Yi.
I didn't want to make any trouble, but all this was seen by the camera on my glasses, and the Bluetooth headphones in my ears also sounded.
I had to walk to the door and say to the strong man who stared at me fiercely:
Can I beat your wife?
I fucked your mom...
The rough man's eyes were staring like a copper bell, as if he was about to swallow me alive.
Until I took out a stack of banknotes in front of him.
1,000 yuan.
The man was stunned, but the face of the ravines was completely flattened.
I said again:
If I feel good about the fight, I will give you another 1,000.
The per capita income level in this area is 1,300 yuan, and 2,000 yuan can do a lot of things.
The strong man's face twisted again, and he squeezed out an ugly smile:
3000, this woman will take her to play for a few days, and you will be fine or fucked.
don't want……
The woman's plea with pear blossoms in the rain was exchanged for a slap in the face of a strong man grabbing his hair.
Fuck, I've been in trouble if I marry you!You are a star of destruction, you can eat and drink for free, and you won’t give me one egg!It's better to make some money if you don't lay eggs.
Is it OK?Is it OK?Is it OK?
If every sentence is OK, just suck it. The woman cried and dodged, and finally couldn't bear to eat and hurt, and cried and said:
OK, stop hitting... OK...
It is not a day's cold to be frozen.
In this world where the wealth is huge, this kind of thing can be seen everywhere, and it is common for me, who grew up on the west edge of the city when I was a child.
Zhuang Jing glared at me, and Zhang Yi also pulled my sleeves.
I can ignore Zhuang Jing, but Zhang Yi has an emotional foundation after all.
But I pointed to the Bluetooth headphones helplessly, and the two women immediately remained silent and walked upstairs.
Bluetooth headphones represent the Mediterranean.
Their supreme gods.
And I thought I was just a repeater, a puppet.
But when the woman with blurred tears stood in front of me with her hands on her back, the powerful dot from the Bluetooth headset was twitching towards her nipples, my heart trembled, but out of natural obedience, my hand had already swung the feather duster out...
The wailing sound, the trembling body, the tears and snot, violently hit my brain.
Early autumn of 2184.
If the previous infringement on women made me mature.
So today's abuse of women has finally begun to sink into the dark side of this world.
******
The Mediterranean is deliberately destroying my conscience.
******
703。
40 square meters house.
One living room, one bedroom, one bathroom.
The ceiling with moldy spots, the mottled and fallen walls, the bumpy concrete floor, the dirty fabric sofa, the smell of rottenness is floating...
Everything is in sharp contrast to Zhuang Jing's house yesterday.
So she immediately frowned and covered her nose with her hands, obviously she was choking by the musty smell.
She looked at me with confusion and disgust.
Maybe I can't figure out why I chose this kind of place to play.
Fortunately, she didn't say anything like that if she lacked money for the room.
It was at this time.
My mind was also affected by the scene of abusing the woman just now, and my voice was filled with some natural cruelty:
This is your new home.
******
I can't build a crescent village.
But I can build a crescent unit.
I can't let hundreds of women worship me as a god.
But I became a god for one or two women.
Or I am doing God's will.
The lamb who ruled it.
******
I took away everything from Zhuang Jing.
Bags, mobile phones, glasses, clothes, jewelry...
Even the hairpin on her head was taken away.
When I left, she stood naked at the door and looked at the moldy house, as if her soul had been taken away by me.
Smart people always understand their situation quickly.
The next evening.
When she came here to pick up Zhuang Jing again, her whole body had completely changed.
A person who used to be a female entrepreneur, a senior executive of a large business, a strong woman, a college professor, a local government spokesperson, etc.
At this moment, the straight shoulder-length short hair burned a small wave, the dignified and beautiful face, the eyes were slightly smoky makeup, the dark red lipstick, the snow-white neck was a collar with silver lying on the nude female metal ornament, and the sleeveless white shirt was tied with the button at the bottom, exposing 70% of the purple bra and the meat balls covered by the bra inside were exposed.
A short black skirt on the lower body, a short skirt that can reveal the underwear with a slight bend; her slender legs are covered with mesh stockings, red high heels, and a long Kun bag.
I put this outfit in the 703 closet in advance.
I bought it from a nearby street girl.
There is still a vulgar perfume smell on it.
This is directly reminiscent of the taste of prostitutes.
I felt sorry in my heart. Although I also felt a sense of pleasure by slandering her like this,... I wasted Zhuang Jing's natural cold, intellectual and arrogant characteristics...
But now is not the time to be kind.
Tsk tsk, a beauty is a beauty, she can control any clothes she wears, even if it is a prostitute's clothes.
She was like a stone sculpture, without any response.
It doesn't matter.
I spent 3,000 yuan yesterday and abused the woman who played 602. You said, "Reward Reciprocity, I will also sell you to 602 for a night, and it only costs 300 yuan. How much do you think 602 is willing to pay for a woman like you?
I'll be the general.
What do you want me?
Zhuang Jing lowered her head.
The crown fell to the ground.
******
Old city, underground shopping mall.
Area B.
Uncovering the door curtain of the naked woman's patterned rubber strips, and in the room with painted graffiti sprayed on the black painted wall, a long-legged beauty with a black skull-head patterned T-shirt and ultra-short jeans stood against the counter, holding a slender cigarette with her fingers.
She first glanced at Zhuang Jing, then looked at me, and a funny smile came out from the corner of her mouth, and said:
Mom brings her son to have a tattoo?
Also said:
Mom is dressed very fashionable.
I made an appointment.
I sat down on the sofa:
Are we like two mothers and sons?
Not like it.But it's not a couple anyway.The woman giggled.
Is it possible for young couples to be old?I'll ask again.
Why can't it be, but it's rarer than an old couple.Hey, it turns out to be the rich young master.
The woman circled around Zhuang Jing and licked her lips:
Pets have a high substance ingredient, but their dressing taste is too bad, which is wasting this good body.
A bitch should look like a bitch.
I was teased by the woman and I as a pet. Zhuang Jing was both angry and humiliated, and since the mist was swaying in her eyes.
Oh, I have just raised Ah and still have tears.
The woman looked at Zhuang Jing's eyes shining, but her face was still calm and she pinched out the burning cigarette with her fingers:
She must have screamed like crying when she was fucked, right?
Before I could answer, the woman shrugged:
Who knows what the bitch should look like?Just the day before yesterday, a fat man looked like a mentally retarded person who stayed in the house and played games all day long. He came over with my middle school math teacher and wanted to tattoo the word "slut" on my teacher's butt egg.Tsk tsk, my math teacher, wearing glasses like you, is like a pet. In the past, classes were as serious as a judge, and lectures were like judging a case.Hey, but when she asked me to tattoo her with her bare butt egg, her thick pussy lips had four steel rings on it, and her clitoris was sucked like a baby cock by the suction cup, and it was watered when the fat man touched it.You said the justice is not a bitch?
Wow, this feel is the best...
She pinched Zhuang Jing's butt, and was slapped by Zhuang Jing with one hand and glared.
I'm fucking, your dog is biting people.
The woman giggled and shone with her purple hair half covered in her face, shook her head, stroked it with her hands, and said:
I am interested in her, can I play with it?I will be free of charge for your order in the future.I know you are not short of money, so why don’t you give me some more conditions?
She threw a look at me, pulled up the T-shirt, revealing a pair of plump and round breasts. Two traditional Chinese characters were tattooed above the two breast balls.
It's okay for me to play a bitch as a guest player. Although I'm not willing to admit that the quality is not as good as yours, I can guarantee that many tricks are much better than yours.
Only then did Zhuang Jing cast a begging gaze at me.
This cold and arrogant woman looks so beautiful at this moment, just like the 602 woman who was whipped by me yesterday and was incontinent.
I felt a little soft:
Do the important things first.
k。
******
The holy will be defiled.
Intact must be damaged.
******
More than half an hour later, the curtain in the tattoo room opened, and the female tattoo artist with a cigarette in her mouth actually walked out from inside naked.
My eyes were uncontrollably looking at the female tattoo artist's firm breasts tattooed with evil deeds.
The two full and perky, round and round, are extremely eye-catching.
Then he quickly looked at her lower body.
Her lower body was naturally tattooed, and it was very cool. She had her hair shaved above her clitoris and had the branches of the plant. When she was about to reach the navel, it broke open and turned into several thorns wrapped around her waist.
I noticed that her pussy was wet.
She licked her upper lip, as if she was savoring the food, and her tongue was cleaning the food residue:
The skin is so good, smooth and smooth, like tender tofu.
There are too many bitches and bitches here, or they are just student girls who are so stupid that their brains are rotten. This is the first time I have seen such high-end products.
The noble lady turned into a lewd bitch, and the fragrance of depravity was so fragrant at any time.
She looked a little nervous, and sat on the round glass coffee table in front of me, her legs naturally opened, and then her hands, with blood-striped eye-tagged tattoos on the back of her hands, touching the pussy vagina with a hand, and then opened her palm to me:
I was so wet with this job.Especially her butt, she must have been specially trained. She clamped her ass as she touched her ass, as strong as her arms...
Go in and inspect the goods.Oh, fuck, I was a little drunk when I saw the good guy, and I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Annie.
I didn't say anything.
I learned to be deep in the Mediterranean.
But the Mediterranean is really deep, I pretend to be deep.
So I listened to Annie Bili with a smile.
This move is also quite useful. When she looked at me, she felt a little more afraid in her teasing, and she soon stopped talking.
I walked into the tattoo room and was different from what I imagined. Zhuang Jing did not sleep on the bed, but lay on an instrument similar to a saddle horse, with her hands and feet tied to the four table legs of the saddle horse, unable to move.
Anne introduced:
Sometimes not every customer is voluntary, this is specifically for those good women. If you tie it up, tie it up, tattoo your breasts, pussy, and assholes. If you don’t want it, you have to be willing.Last time, a student girl was wearing glasses like a nerd, with two newly developed breasts, one with a QR code and the other with a barcode, and she cried like she was being punished throughout the whole process.
While listening to Annie's nagging, I was basically focused on Zhuang Jing's tattoo.
Zhuang Jing's body is so white, smooth, healthy and perfect.
But now an indelible mark has been left on it.
Behind her, from the waist to the crotch, there is a pattern of downward arrows composed of text and filled with patterns.
The inverted triangle of the arrow just happened to be on the triangle above the crotch, pointing sharply to Zhuang Jing's asshole.
The text is: Understand the soul of Zhuang Jing.
Only by inserting it into the asshole can you understand Zhuang Jing's soul.
Directly hook a woman's soul to her anus and anal tract.
Extremely vicious tattoos.
This is of course the Mediterranean idea.
While waiting outside, I heard Zhuang Jing's crying like a mental breakdown. There was a full-length mirror in front of her, which should be showing the customer her tattoo. From that mirror, I saw that Zhuang Jing's eyes were red, but at this moment, his emotions had recovered, and he was dull.
Strangely, what I am thinking about at the moment is:
Why did she not react at all when she entered the door? She was so devastated after she was really tattooed.
She is too patient...
According to your requirements, deep lines cannot be washed off.
Anne deliberately made up for it.
She said, handing me a bottle of lubricant.
Service is here, please give me a five-star review later. Thank you, hahaha...
Then she leaned over, her erect nipples scratched my arm, and said in a low voice:
If you need manual service, please be stingy.
******
People have no so-called freedom at all.
Under the light, Zhuang Jing's plump peach buttocks were white, without a trace of fat or a little black mole, which was dazzlingly bright.
Her hands were untied, and she spread her hips open under my command, revealing the tender red anus pointed at by the arrow, showing her soul in front of me, the master who wished she could be cut into pieces in her heart.
In the smooth buttock groove, the red and tender asshole is small and compact, and the obvious wrinkled chrysanthemum patterns complement the red and white buttock flesh.
What a luxury... I flipped through her pussy, she was still a virgin.But she must have been married, I can smell it.How did this be done?What's this called a woman? This is a special anal sex airplane cup...
Annie looked at Zhuang Jing, her eyes lit up.
I glanced at Annie and it seemed that she was really interested in Zhuang Jing.
Zhuang Jing turned a deaf ear to Annie's insults and had no reaction.
I held Zhuang Jing's waist, raised my cock, and pressed my glans with lubricant on the tender red anus, and tried hard...
Um
With Zhuang Jing's muffled groan, the glans curled up its anus and anus wrinkles and penetrated into Zhuang Jing's anal canal.
As if it was a conditioned reflex, Zhuang Jing's ass sphincter immediately exerted force, wrapping my cock tightly, just like the palm of his hand tightly holding it, but the touch was compact, soft and smooth.
As soon as I tried my best, the entire penis penetrated deep into the anal tract.
Ah……
A ecstatic moan.
Zhuang Jing asked me last time why I didn’t fuck her pussy several times.
Because, compared to her specially developed asshole, her pussy can only be said to be too ordinary.
Even if I never fucked her pussy, I think so.
Like Anne, I don't know how the Mediterranean can do it.
The anus is actually not a sexual organ, unlike a pussy, which will produce physiological pleasure.
But the Mediterranean didn't know what conditioned reflex training was used, which completely linked Zhuang Jing's asshole and pleasure.
It's like training a dog, if you throw a plate out, you will rush out and pick it up.
So no matter how painful and uncomfortable Zhuang Jing was in her heart at this moment, she couldn't help but feel pleasure.
Just like the screaming at this moment, how could she be as despair as her previous expression?
It's like a hungry slut who has been drought and rain for a long time.
Are you happy?
Cool……
Zhuang Jing's answer was very straightforward.
Make it clear.
The master's cock fucked Zhuang Jing's asshole very nice...
fuck your mother……
Annie said it to fuck your mom.
She was on the side, holding an electric penis and inserted it into her pussy, and was slowly thrusting.
The cleavage also clamped the 4,000 yuan I stuffed into.
If Zhuang Jing's asshole was not so tempting at this moment, I would really want to make a breast shot on Annie. The shape and elasticity of her breasts would be so good.
The cock began to slowly thrust in Zhuang Jing's anal canal.
Zhuang Jing's cry was getting louder and louder.
Ah …… Ah …… Ah ……
Every time it is inserted, the buttocks are clamped and opened again when pulled out.
Fuck, this bitch's pussy is starting to drip.
Anne shouted like a narrator.
She stared at Zhuang Jing without blinking, and the desire in her eyes seemed stronger than mine.
My abdomen hit Zhuang Jing's strong and elastic buttocks. The lubricant made her anal hole slip extremely smoothly. I could not only feel the resistance, but the thrusting was extremely smooth.
My body is pretty good, but since the first time I fucked this anal, I felt that I needed more exercise.
Ah …… ahahah ……
Gradually, Zhuang Jing's moans began to tremble.
It's so good...AhAh...I'm going to pee...
But it was thrust dozens of times.
With a cry of despair sounded, Zhuang Jing raised her head, rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and trembled her tongue.
Then the sneering voice...
It was the sound of urine pouring on the floor.
Um
Another tender moan rang.
It was like a relay race, and Annie also urinated.
I gradually woke up.
Then an invisible air pressure suddenly came to this space, making me tinnitus, making me dizzy, and making me breathless.
When you insert it, it is desire.
It is ethics after pulling it out.
No matter how many penis I have inserted into my mother's vagina, as I mentioned earlier, as my son, I came to this world from where I came to this world, for me, no matter how dirty it is, it has a natural sacred attribute.
Sacred, inviolable.
Now, my penis pierces into the holy place, blaspheming holiness.
The penis seemed to pierce the invisible hymen, shattering the ethical barriers, and the semen that was sprayed in completely defiled the holy flower room.
It's not sexual intercourse, it's more like some kind of ritual.
After completing the ceremony, some metaphysical sin was born to me.
Sin is unforgivable, sin is extremely evil, sin deserves death...
My throat felt like loess exposed to the scorching sun, drying up and cracking.
mom……
My mother was motionless, and I shouted, and my buzzing ears heard my voice hoarse without a trace of moisture.
I don't know how to deal with my mother...
I've been looking forward to this day for so long.
It was obvious that when she was teaching me a physiology class, she was savoring my mother's depravity and humiliation, I enjoyed it so much again.
Only now did I realize that my courage was desire.
The desire faded and I became a child again.
I used to fantasize about having sex with my mother.
I took a normal single photo of my mother, and imagined the naked body under her clothes, and imagined that my graceful body was pressed under my body, panting like an actress in AV, twisting her body, and screaming.
Just a photo without any pornographic elements makes me orgasm more likely than any pornographic books and videos.
So where did this twisted desire come from?
I don't know.
All I know is that I am addicted to this colorful swamp.
It erodes me little by little, swallows me, and makes me unable to extricate myself.
I began to be jealous and began to be greedy.
Want to possess her.
But on this hot night, in this hot room, I really slept with my mother...
Why am I so uncomfortable?
In addition to the fleeting pleasure brought by physiology at the moment of orgasm, there is no trace of the ultimate satisfaction and accomplishment in the speculations of countless nights in the past.
I gasped and lay on my mother's soft body, my brain was shaking, mixed with flavors, and a mess.
I suddenly wanted to vomit.
My stomach inexplicably began to swell, like a motion sickness reaction. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't vomit.
All kinds of miscellaneous memories who couldn't see clearly appeared in the field one after another, and then they took a quick look at the end of the game in Dongdongqiang.
The moment I cum in my mother, I clearly heard my mother crying in my ear.He lost his voice, but did not cry, but just screamed and quickly controlled it again.
My mother's heart is broken...
After that crying, my mother was silent again.
Until the air solidifies completely and the dust settles.
I don’t know how long I lie on my mother. It seems very long, and it may be just a few seconds. I heard her say:
go out.
The sound was so plain, like the door handle I twisted, or like the light switch I pressed or the door I carefully closed.
No blame, only disappointment.
Walking out of my mother's room, my mind buzzed again, like the buzzing sound of the microphone being disturbed by some instrument.
Buzz
I walked through the living room like a sleepwalking, and sat on the chair in the room like a walking corpse, and lay on my own bed.
Then I began to recall.
Begins to lose memory.
I seemed to have said something to my mother just now, but I didn't seem to have anything to say.
Did my mother scold me?
I can't remember at all.
……
The young man has a strange nature.
On the one hand, he is obviously too young to die, but he has to emphasize his maturity.
I always feel that I don’t need my elders to worry about and that I can make good decisions.
I feel that everything is under my control.
Extremely ridiculous.
I began to feel guilty, uncomfortable, and painful about what happened to my mother...
This is a feeling beyond my expectations.
But after these emotions, I began to get angry.
Yes, angry.
Unreasonable anger.
Perhaps it was because of his incompetence, his mother's depravity, and his damn world.
The anger burned, trying to destroy everything and burned everything.
In fact, this kind of emotion that wants to destroy everything does not want to destroy anything.
The core of destruction is:
Rebirth.
Can you do it again?
The answer is cold and desperate:
No more.
******
No matter how angry I am, I don’t want to do anything.
I lay on the bed and finally recovered. I was worried about gains and losses, and I was extremely irritated. I wanted to find something to divert my attention.
But the fuck Mediterranean doesn't want to let me go!
I didn't expect that this incest drama, the Mediterranean, was actually watching in real time, and he immediately sent me a message:
Beautiful work.
I stared at this message in a daze and it took me a long time to reply.
Me: It feels strange.
Mediterranean: That's some outdated ideas at work.
Mediterranean: You have taken a critical step.
Mediterranean: Let me help you?
help me?
Half an hour later, two knocks sounded, followed by my mother's hoarse voice:
Have you fallen asleep?
I didn't respond, the Mediterranean asked me to pretend to be asleep.
The door was pushed open.
The lights in the corridor made my mother's shadow pass past my body first. I gently opened a little eyelids and saw the outline of my mother's body standing at the door in a hazy way.
Smooth lines:
She was naked.
The soul-stirring body came in, silently like a ghost. Fortunately, the sound of the door closed made my consciousness return from the underworld to the living.
The extremely dark world.
The plump body sat down on the edge of the bed, and the air began to smell strange. Originally, the fragrance was pure and intoxicating, but now it was mixed with sweat and the fishy smell unique to the semen, turning into a evil and depraved smell.
There is also a strong smell of alcohol.
The air was filled with silence, hovering up, and slowly falling, bent her back and collapsed my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe again.
Finally, the silence was broken with a hiccup.
son.
My mother's hand touched my face.
In the past, this hand was thick, but now it is very smooth.
After leaving my mother's room, for a moment, I felt that I would never hear her calling me like that again.
Mom...want to say to you...
sorry……
What?
sorry?
Yes... it's wrong with mom...
I don't know how to respond.
But I obviously don't need any response when I pretend to be asleep.
But I was thinking in my heart.
She paused and continued:
Mom...so lonely...
Oh my God...
Under the pressure of the Mediterranean, she was forced to seduce her son. Now that she has been violated by her son, she still has to take all her sins on herself!
Her body bent down, and a drop of liquid dripped on my face, and then my mother kissed her next to the drop.
This kiss was naturally instructed to...
Only that tear is real.
The anger I had in my heart not long ago was like a young candlelight poured directly onto a bucket of ice water, extinguished without a trace, and there was no residual heat left.
******
the next day.
Breakfast, I went to school, she went to work.
My expression was as usual, and she was dressed dignified.
In front of the school gate.
Be careful when driving.
Well, listen carefully to the class Ah.
It seems that nothing happened last night.
******
Then what?
Mom came to find me.She drank alcohol and apologized, saying that she was lonely that something happened.
A crappy excuse.Mr. Xu likes this, deliberately designing things so embarrassingly, like the emperor's new clothes, which are obviously naked and ugly, but everyone has to cheer for them.
Um.So the next day, she deliberately pretended to be hangover... She couldn't pretend, she seemed to have really drunk a lot of alcohol, and was covered in alcohol.
In this way, your incest is forcibly whitewashed.Alas, you and your mother know that they were incest and they were tacit, but Mr. Xu forced this matter to be a mess after drinking, and forcibly set a step, and everyone must step on it.
Um.
No wonder you haven't looked for me these days, so you went to the wrong place with your mother every day?
Do you know you hate it?
I actually took a word from my mother and went to Zhang Yi.
No.After that night, I didn't even touch her hand, and I was in the mood to do those things.
Mr. Xu didn’t force you?
No.
……
……
Zhang Yi is a good person to talk to.
But her attitude of being open-minded in everything is sometimes really annoying.
******
The discomfort caused by my incest with my mother was not eliminated by Zhang Yi's conversation, but was transferred by Zhuang Jing.
It seems that Mediterranean is very satisfied with my idea of physiology course copied online. He kept his promise and gave Zhuang Jing to me.
Zhuang Jing is obviously special.
Not just body appearance.
Zhang Yi became my sex slave, and the Mediterranean was just a matter of one sentence.
But Zhuang Jing, he told me:
I've given this woman to you, but if you want to ride her, you have to tame her.
******
Dingling...
The school bell rang.
I slapped the study committee member Wei YànYàn’s little butt and quickly went down the stairs amid her angry scolding.
It is difficult for people to get out of the sludge without being stained.
In the past, I thought my mother was unavailable, so while I was lying to the mother, I had a crush on her at school.
It is Wei YànYàn.
The reason to like her is simple.
She is the class beauty, the best-looking and figure in the class, and she stands out. Only people with inferiority will not look at her.
But secretly love.
I can only go to love secretly.
But this is the past...
Now I not only love her, but also want to possess her.
I started to be frivolous with her.
Last month, I touched her breasts in the sports equipment room.
I didn't dare to do this kind of dying behavior in the past.
But today is different from the past.
Wei YànYàn sued the class teacher, Teacher Yao, but when I talked to me, it was neither Teacher Yao nor the director of the discipline.
But Principal Li.
In the principal's office, as soon as I entered the door, Principal Li spoke:
Oh, classmate Fang Jing is here, but I didn’t expect you to be a relative of Member Xu…
I told the Mediterranean that I wanted to take the initiative to do something.
The Mediterranean dragon face is very happy.
He expressed strong support for my plan, not only greeted the school management, but also gave me some money as funding for the event.
But this is off-topic, press it first and don’t say it.
Outside the school gate.
Standing next to the Hongqi SUV worth more than 700,000 yuan, Zhuang Jing, wearing a white shirt and a simple long skirt, stared at the school gate in a daze. She didn't come back to her until I jumped in front of her.
Her first sentence was:
Are you Mr. Xu’s illegitimate son?
She was unwilling to give up.
right.
As I said before, she felt she deserved something better.
I also understand what my luck actually comes from:
I am an extension of Mediterranean desire.
I don't know exactly what the Mediterranean world is like.
He owns an extremely large group, and although many people help him manage this business empire, from his dominance over women, I know that he is equally obsessed with power.
So he actually didn't have enough time to play with women.
It was far from enough to satisfy his black hole-like desire.
So I, and others who I don't know, serve as an extension of his desires and as a substitute, to satisfy his various ideas.
So he said that after he gave me Zhuang Jing:
It is natural for me to play with her now, and this is no longer interesting, but she is so arrogant, you, as a junior high school student, go play with her, hehe, that's very interesting.
******
Smack
A loud slap.
Everyone around him looked over.
My son beats my mother?
I ignored Zhuang Jing's angry look and got into the car directly.
No.
It's the owner who beats the dog.
Where is your home?
Zhuang Jing then got into the car, but in just a few seconds, her mood had calmed down.
Take off your skirt.
She was stunned for a moment, and then obediently took off her long skirt.
The underwear was taken off as well.
Then I got the warm and fragrant underwear.
Drive to your house.
One command after another.
Just like that, Zhuang Jing drove naked.
While the car is driving, it is difficult for the vehicle next to it to notice that the female driver of this SUV is driving naked, but when waiting for the traffic light, it is almost obvious to the car close to it.
Someone even took out his cell phone.
Zhuang Jing's face was naturally blue and white.
Actually, I was really a little afraid that she and I would die together.
I went to the underground parking lot of her house and I shook in front of her with her skirt and underwear.
The meaning is very obvious:
Do you want to take the elevator naked?
Her cold face showed a charming smile, a smile that was forced to compromise and surrender, and then took my cock out of my crotch, leaned over and held it in, licked and sucked it.
But the feeling of controlling a person's words and deeds is much more enjoyable than oral sex.
She didn't know that the real nightmare had just begun.
******
In this world.
The birth of an angel is a sin.
Because her wings will surely be lost.
******
I went to Zhuang Jing's house not to fuck her at her house.
I asked her to take me to visit her residence.
She lives alone, but the residence in this noble community is much larger than my home, about 170 square meters, with wooden floors, blankets, sculptures and oil paintings, fitness room, spacious and bright study room, the decoration style is extremely elegant, and a message is revealed everywhere: the owner of this room is not only rich, but also very tasteful.
The Mediterranean is right.
This is Zhuang Jing’s last harbor.
The information disclosed everywhere in this house is:
This residence took a lot of effort.
the next day.
It was Zhuang Jing who came to pick me up after school.
But there was one more passenger in that car, Zhang Yi.
Zhuang Jing obviously has a deep understanding of men's dirty thoughts and did not ask much about this.
I think she probably thought I wanted to fly together.
So she didn't respond to the destination I said to go to.
And I noticed that her eyes looked at Zhang Yi a little...
Contempt.
I feel very satisfied.
******
Half an hour later.
Old district in the west of the city, old power plant dormitory.
A house that looks engraved with traces of history.
It can be summarized in two words:
old.
Not only are the houses dilapidated, but the residents are also dilapidated.
So when this luxurious SUV parked downstairs, it attracted more than a dozen eyeballs that were playing cards in the compound that should have stared at poker.
In the past, cars became popular
When the two beauties in the car got off the car, especially Zhuang Jing, the dozens of eyeballs almost fell from their sockets.
A group of old men are watching Zhuang Jing.
A whistle sounded.
But it is more of fear.
In this society, there is too much news about rich people doing whatever they want.
Zhuang Jing frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable.
This is very normal.The west of the city is almost equivalent to a slum. A high-income person like her will never set foot in these areas as long as her brain is not broken.
Give the key to Zhang Yi.
Zhuang Jing glanced at me, but still gave the key to Zhang Yi obediently.
Go upstairs, no elevator.
There was actually a drunk man in the corridor, lying in the corner. If his chest was not still undulating, he would have thought he was dead.
The air was filled with the nausea of vomit and alcohol.
Zhuang Jing's face was almost wrinkled.
When I reached the 6th floor, the domestic violence sounds that could be vaguely heard on the 1st floor are finally confirmed to be 602.
The door of 602 was open, and a short and strong man was whipping a woman with a feather duster with her clothes being torn to pieces and her breasts were exposed.
The strong man cursed: Fuck you!Fuck you!Still crying?Don't cry!!Kneel to me!!
Zhang Yi glanced at it and turned her head aside with a numb expression.
Zhuang Jing took a step, but the man looked over viciously and said, "Damn it, have you ever seen beating your wife?"
After saying that, the feather duster in his hand twitched the woman's arm again. The woman covered her arms and screamed in pain, but she didn't dare to cry anymore. She also turned her head with Zhang Yi.
I didn't want to make any trouble, but all this was seen by the camera on my glasses, and the Bluetooth headphones in my ears also sounded.
I had to walk to the door and say to the strong man who stared at me fiercely:
Can I beat your wife?
I fucked your mom...
The rough man's eyes were staring like a copper bell, as if he was about to swallow me alive.
Until I took out a stack of banknotes in front of him.
1,000 yuan.
The man was stunned, but the face of the ravines was completely flattened.
I said again:
If I feel good about the fight, I will give you another 1,000.
The per capita income level in this area is 1,300 yuan, and 2,000 yuan can do a lot of things.
The strong man's face twisted again, and he squeezed out an ugly smile:
3000, this woman will take her to play for a few days, and you will be fine or fucked.
don't want……
The woman's plea with pear blossoms in the rain was exchanged for a slap in the face of a strong man grabbing his hair.
Fuck, I've been in trouble if I marry you!You are a star of destruction, you can eat and drink for free, and you won’t give me one egg!It's better to make some money if you don't lay eggs.
Is it OK?Is it OK?Is it OK?
If every sentence is OK, just suck it. The woman cried and dodged, and finally couldn't bear to eat and hurt, and cried and said:
OK, stop hitting... OK...
It is not a day's cold to be frozen.
In this world where the wealth is huge, this kind of thing can be seen everywhere, and it is common for me, who grew up on the west edge of the city when I was a child.
Zhuang Jing glared at me, and Zhang Yi also pulled my sleeves.
I can ignore Zhuang Jing, but Zhang Yi has an emotional foundation after all.
But I pointed to the Bluetooth headphones helplessly, and the two women immediately remained silent and walked upstairs.
Bluetooth headphones represent the Mediterranean.
Their supreme gods.
And I thought I was just a repeater, a puppet.
But when the woman with blurred tears stood in front of me with her hands on her back, the powerful dot from the Bluetooth headset was twitching towards her nipples, my heart trembled, but out of natural obedience, my hand had already swung the feather duster out...
The wailing sound, the trembling body, the tears and snot, violently hit my brain.
Early autumn of 2184.
If the previous infringement on women made me mature.
So today's abuse of women has finally begun to sink into the dark side of this world.
******
The Mediterranean is deliberately destroying my conscience.
******
703。
40 square meters house.
One living room, one bedroom, one bathroom.
The ceiling with moldy spots, the mottled and fallen walls, the bumpy concrete floor, the dirty fabric sofa, the smell of rottenness is floating...
Everything is in sharp contrast to Zhuang Jing's house yesterday.
So she immediately frowned and covered her nose with her hands, obviously she was choking by the musty smell.
She looked at me with confusion and disgust.
Maybe I can't figure out why I chose this kind of place to play.
Fortunately, she didn't say anything like that if she lacked money for the room.
It was at this time.
My mind was also affected by the scene of abusing the woman just now, and my voice was filled with some natural cruelty:
This is your new home.
******
I can't build a crescent village.
But I can build a crescent unit.
I can't let hundreds of women worship me as a god.
But I became a god for one or two women.
Or I am doing God's will.
The lamb who ruled it.
******
I took away everything from Zhuang Jing.
Bags, mobile phones, glasses, clothes, jewelry...
Even the hairpin on her head was taken away.
When I left, she stood naked at the door and looked at the moldy house, as if her soul had been taken away by me.
Smart people always understand their situation quickly.
The next evening.
When she came here to pick up Zhuang Jing again, her whole body had completely changed.
A person who used to be a female entrepreneur, a senior executive of a large business, a strong woman, a college professor, a local government spokesperson, etc.
At this moment, the straight shoulder-length short hair burned a small wave, the dignified and beautiful face, the eyes were slightly smoky makeup, the dark red lipstick, the snow-white neck was a collar with silver lying on the nude female metal ornament, and the sleeveless white shirt was tied with the button at the bottom, exposing 70% of the purple bra and the meat balls covered by the bra inside were exposed.
A short black skirt on the lower body, a short skirt that can reveal the underwear with a slight bend; her slender legs are covered with mesh stockings, red high heels, and a long Kun bag.
I put this outfit in the 703 closet in advance.
I bought it from a nearby street girl.
There is still a vulgar perfume smell on it.
This is directly reminiscent of the taste of prostitutes.
I felt sorry in my heart. Although I also felt a sense of pleasure by slandering her like this,... I wasted Zhuang Jing's natural cold, intellectual and arrogant characteristics...
But now is not the time to be kind.
Tsk tsk, a beauty is a beauty, she can control any clothes she wears, even if it is a prostitute's clothes.
She was like a stone sculpture, without any response.
It doesn't matter.
I spent 3,000 yuan yesterday and abused the woman who played 602. You said, "Reward Reciprocity, I will also sell you to 602 for a night, and it only costs 300 yuan. How much do you think 602 is willing to pay for a woman like you?
I'll be the general.
What do you want me?
Zhuang Jing lowered her head.
The crown fell to the ground.
******
Old city, underground shopping mall.
Area B.
Uncovering the door curtain of the naked woman's patterned rubber strips, and in the room with painted graffiti sprayed on the black painted wall, a long-legged beauty with a black skull-head patterned T-shirt and ultra-short jeans stood against the counter, holding a slender cigarette with her fingers.
She first glanced at Zhuang Jing, then looked at me, and a funny smile came out from the corner of her mouth, and said:
Mom brings her son to have a tattoo?
Also said:
Mom is dressed very fashionable.
I made an appointment.
I sat down on the sofa:
Are we like two mothers and sons?
Not like it.But it's not a couple anyway.The woman giggled.
Is it possible for young couples to be old?I'll ask again.
Why can't it be, but it's rarer than an old couple.Hey, it turns out to be the rich young master.
The woman circled around Zhuang Jing and licked her lips:
Pets have a high substance ingredient, but their dressing taste is too bad, which is wasting this good body.
A bitch should look like a bitch.
I was teased by the woman and I as a pet. Zhuang Jing was both angry and humiliated, and since the mist was swaying in her eyes.
Oh, I have just raised Ah and still have tears.
The woman looked at Zhuang Jing's eyes shining, but her face was still calm and she pinched out the burning cigarette with her fingers:
She must have screamed like crying when she was fucked, right?
Before I could answer, the woman shrugged:
Who knows what the bitch should look like?Just the day before yesterday, a fat man looked like a mentally retarded person who stayed in the house and played games all day long. He came over with my middle school math teacher and wanted to tattoo the word "slut" on my teacher's butt egg.Tsk tsk, my math teacher, wearing glasses like you, is like a pet. In the past, classes were as serious as a judge, and lectures were like judging a case.Hey, but when she asked me to tattoo her with her bare butt egg, her thick pussy lips had four steel rings on it, and her clitoris was sucked like a baby cock by the suction cup, and it was watered when the fat man touched it.You said the justice is not a bitch?
Wow, this feel is the best...
She pinched Zhuang Jing's butt, and was slapped by Zhuang Jing with one hand and glared.
I'm fucking, your dog is biting people.
The woman giggled and shone with her purple hair half covered in her face, shook her head, stroked it with her hands, and said:
I am interested in her, can I play with it?I will be free of charge for your order in the future.I know you are not short of money, so why don’t you give me some more conditions?
She threw a look at me, pulled up the T-shirt, revealing a pair of plump and round breasts. Two traditional Chinese characters were tattooed above the two breast balls.
It's okay for me to play a bitch as a guest player. Although I'm not willing to admit that the quality is not as good as yours, I can guarantee that many tricks are much better than yours.
Only then did Zhuang Jing cast a begging gaze at me.
This cold and arrogant woman looks so beautiful at this moment, just like the 602 woman who was whipped by me yesterday and was incontinent.
I felt a little soft:
Do the important things first.
k。
******
The holy will be defiled.
Intact must be damaged.
******
More than half an hour later, the curtain in the tattoo room opened, and the female tattoo artist with a cigarette in her mouth actually walked out from inside naked.
My eyes were uncontrollably looking at the female tattoo artist's firm breasts tattooed with evil deeds.
The two full and perky, round and round, are extremely eye-catching.
Then he quickly looked at her lower body.
Her lower body was naturally tattooed, and it was very cool. She had her hair shaved above her clitoris and had the branches of the plant. When she was about to reach the navel, it broke open and turned into several thorns wrapped around her waist.
I noticed that her pussy was wet.
She licked her upper lip, as if she was savoring the food, and her tongue was cleaning the food residue:
The skin is so good, smooth and smooth, like tender tofu.
There are too many bitches and bitches here, or they are just student girls who are so stupid that their brains are rotten. This is the first time I have seen such high-end products.
The noble lady turned into a lewd bitch, and the fragrance of depravity was so fragrant at any time.
She looked a little nervous, and sat on the round glass coffee table in front of me, her legs naturally opened, and then her hands, with blood-striped eye-tagged tattoos on the back of her hands, touching the pussy vagina with a hand, and then opened her palm to me:
I was so wet with this job.Especially her butt, she must have been specially trained. She clamped her ass as she touched her ass, as strong as her arms...
Go in and inspect the goods.Oh, fuck, I was a little drunk when I saw the good guy, and I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Annie.
I didn't say anything.
I learned to be deep in the Mediterranean.
But the Mediterranean is really deep, I pretend to be deep.
So I listened to Annie Bili with a smile.
This move is also quite useful. When she looked at me, she felt a little more afraid in her teasing, and she soon stopped talking.
I walked into the tattoo room and was different from what I imagined. Zhuang Jing did not sleep on the bed, but lay on an instrument similar to a saddle horse, with her hands and feet tied to the four table legs of the saddle horse, unable to move.
Anne introduced:
Sometimes not every customer is voluntary, this is specifically for those good women. If you tie it up, tie it up, tattoo your breasts, pussy, and assholes. If you don’t want it, you have to be willing.Last time, a student girl was wearing glasses like a nerd, with two newly developed breasts, one with a QR code and the other with a barcode, and she cried like she was being punished throughout the whole process.
While listening to Annie's nagging, I was basically focused on Zhuang Jing's tattoo.
Zhuang Jing's body is so white, smooth, healthy and perfect.
But now an indelible mark has been left on it.
Behind her, from the waist to the crotch, there is a pattern of downward arrows composed of text and filled with patterns.
The inverted triangle of the arrow just happened to be on the triangle above the crotch, pointing sharply to Zhuang Jing's asshole.
The text is: Understand the soul of Zhuang Jing.
Only by inserting it into the asshole can you understand Zhuang Jing's soul.
Directly hook a woman's soul to her anus and anal tract.
Extremely vicious tattoos.
This is of course the Mediterranean idea.
While waiting outside, I heard Zhuang Jing's crying like a mental breakdown. There was a full-length mirror in front of her, which should be showing the customer her tattoo. From that mirror, I saw that Zhuang Jing's eyes were red, but at this moment, his emotions had recovered, and he was dull.
Strangely, what I am thinking about at the moment is:
Why did she not react at all when she entered the door? She was so devastated after she was really tattooed.
She is too patient...
According to your requirements, deep lines cannot be washed off.
Anne deliberately made up for it.
She said, handing me a bottle of lubricant.
Service is here, please give me a five-star review later. Thank you, hahaha...
Then she leaned over, her erect nipples scratched my arm, and said in a low voice:
If you need manual service, please be stingy.
******
People have no so-called freedom at all.
Under the light, Zhuang Jing's plump peach buttocks were white, without a trace of fat or a little black mole, which was dazzlingly bright.
Her hands were untied, and she spread her hips open under my command, revealing the tender red anus pointed at by the arrow, showing her soul in front of me, the master who wished she could be cut into pieces in her heart.
In the smooth buttock groove, the red and tender asshole is small and compact, and the obvious wrinkled chrysanthemum patterns complement the red and white buttock flesh.
What a luxury... I flipped through her pussy, she was still a virgin.But she must have been married, I can smell it.How did this be done?What's this called a woman? This is a special anal sex airplane cup...
Annie looked at Zhuang Jing, her eyes lit up.
I glanced at Annie and it seemed that she was really interested in Zhuang Jing.
Zhuang Jing turned a deaf ear to Annie's insults and had no reaction.
I held Zhuang Jing's waist, raised my cock, and pressed my glans with lubricant on the tender red anus, and tried hard...
Um
With Zhuang Jing's muffled groan, the glans curled up its anus and anus wrinkles and penetrated into Zhuang Jing's anal canal.
As if it was a conditioned reflex, Zhuang Jing's ass sphincter immediately exerted force, wrapping my cock tightly, just like the palm of his hand tightly holding it, but the touch was compact, soft and smooth.
As soon as I tried my best, the entire penis penetrated deep into the anal tract.
Ah……
A ecstatic moan.
Zhuang Jing asked me last time why I didn’t fuck her pussy several times.
Because, compared to her specially developed asshole, her pussy can only be said to be too ordinary.
Even if I never fucked her pussy, I think so.
Like Anne, I don't know how the Mediterranean can do it.
The anus is actually not a sexual organ, unlike a pussy, which will produce physiological pleasure.
But the Mediterranean didn't know what conditioned reflex training was used, which completely linked Zhuang Jing's asshole and pleasure.
It's like training a dog, if you throw a plate out, you will rush out and pick it up.
So no matter how painful and uncomfortable Zhuang Jing was in her heart at this moment, she couldn't help but feel pleasure.
Just like the screaming at this moment, how could she be as despair as her previous expression?
It's like a hungry slut who has been drought and rain for a long time.
Are you happy?
Cool……
Zhuang Jing's answer was very straightforward.
Make it clear.
The master's cock fucked Zhuang Jing's asshole very nice...
fuck your mother……
Annie said it to fuck your mom.
She was on the side, holding an electric penis and inserted it into her pussy, and was slowly thrusting.
The cleavage also clamped the 4,000 yuan I stuffed into.
If Zhuang Jing's asshole was not so tempting at this moment, I would really want to make a breast shot on Annie. The shape and elasticity of her breasts would be so good.
The cock began to slowly thrust in Zhuang Jing's anal canal.
Zhuang Jing's cry was getting louder and louder.
Ah …… Ah …… Ah ……
Every time it is inserted, the buttocks are clamped and opened again when pulled out.
Fuck, this bitch's pussy is starting to drip.
Anne shouted like a narrator.
She stared at Zhuang Jing without blinking, and the desire in her eyes seemed stronger than mine.
My abdomen hit Zhuang Jing's strong and elastic buttocks. The lubricant made her anal hole slip extremely smoothly. I could not only feel the resistance, but the thrusting was extremely smooth.
My body is pretty good, but since the first time I fucked this anal, I felt that I needed more exercise.
Ah …… ahahah ……
Gradually, Zhuang Jing's moans began to tremble.
It's so good...AhAh...I'm going to pee...
But it was thrust dozens of times.
With a cry of despair sounded, Zhuang Jing raised her head, rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and trembled her tongue.
Then the sneering voice...
It was the sound of urine pouring on the floor.
Um
Another tender moan rang.
It was like a relay race, and Annie also urinated.
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