Chapter 109

The feeling of making love comes from human genetic instinct. It is an illusion and a fraud, but this illusion is so real, and fraud will make people fall into a trap.

To some extent, sex is a gift to human reproduction, a reward for the painful, difficult, almost fun-free and dangerous human reproduction.

One day, this pleasure broke away from the human nature of pain and became a pure metaphysical thing.

If love is attributed to a superhuman creation, such as if we conventionally call it God's creation, then human alienation of love becomes human plunder of God, because making love is a candy God when God gives humans the medicine to take hardships, but it is taken out by humans and sucked alone.

Despite this, this candy still gives humans endless fun and aftertaste when humans lick each other.

And the special beauty is that humans believe that when he and she chew the flavor of this candy, they are unprecedented and unparalleled. They will feel that they are God at this moment. He stands at the highest peak of history and enjoys the most magnificent pleasure God has given him.

Lust is indeed full of magical power. A person will believe that he is the most blessed person in comparison with others, and in comparison with yesterday's self, he will believe that the immediate feeling is the most perfect.

Sex is unique in the group and a pinnacle of narcissism among the individual.

Xiao Meng has come into contact with many ladies, but that kind of utilitarian contact and sensory stimulation are superficial, far less than the whole-body betting under the current state of no time pressure or dignity pressure.

An unprecedented pleasure like disillusionment swept over him again like a deceptive.

Xiao Meng felt that he truly felt what sexual desire carnival was from this woman.

The pleasure of despair made him seem to stand on the peak of history, as if standing in the fierce wind. He shook his head and tail, drew his sword and looked around, and looked around. He felt his grandeur and strength from this woman.

This mature woman let out screams and moans in a strong contrast with dignity. Her unobstructed breasts slid down softly, with faint ribs exposed on her sternum, and the skin on her chest was a little loose. It was an abnormal motivation in sexual condition.

Her nipples, with a little black color, were even atrophy-small and delicate, but they fully stimulated his pity for it.

Xiao Meng has many understandings of women and knows where women are excited.

His movements were not strong, he knew that gentleness meant a catalyst for women.

He let the woman warm up slowly, with his hands, his kisses, his intimacy.

The creation of women is a kind of sarcasm for men.

He made women like flowers, all blooming her red tide, her halo, and her shrinking particles, making every color restore to the most dazzling color.

When she called him and welcomed him, he sought her opinions. Can you go up?

She was immersed in her own private joy, and had no time to promise anything. Her legs were curled up. Xiao Meng remembered that when she was teaching history class in school, she mentioned that the red revolutionary writer Yin Fu described the Shanghai petty bourgeois women in the 1930s to march on the streets, and she called excitedly. It seemed that gay men were pressed on them at any time and anywhere. She was still laughing in the class at that time. But her body sensation made Xiao Meng feel that the struggles of the last century had sharply revealed the essence of the relationship between men and women. Xiao Meng used the upper hand to visit the mystery of women. His legs were tense and nervous because of kneeling. He laid his head on the woman's face, staring at her slightly closed eyes, capturing the subtle fluctuations of her frowning.

He is far from the weird way he makes the movements like in the A-film. He doesn't need to do that. In any state, the movements are for others to see, and the feelings belong to him. Real sex is for the feelings, not for others' eyes. Therefore, Xiao Meng never feels happy when filming A-film, nor does he feel the meaning of a position as numerous as a cow. At this moment, he tries his best to experience every touch of tender contact every second. He knows that he must make the other party feel happy, and at this time the other party can give back his most authentic blessings of the same frequency.

So, he asked quietly: Are you comfortable?

The woman under her shook her head with a chewing wax. Xiao Meng read a lot of women. He knew that this woman was not an exception among women. He had a way to let women enter the temple of happiness.

He slid off her, and in fact he placed all his strength on her body, and she didn't feel much relaxed and happy. He leaned against her, letting her lie on her back, intimate contact with her from the side position, and then, he used his free hands to caress her most sensitive part.

She kept silent, suddenly couldn't help but murmuring, and her body swayed like wheat waves. Kiss, you're so good...

Her mouth was filled with wordsless songs without content.

Xiao Meng asked her to continue walking in high profile, like a tune, moving upward without a back limit, and going upward, as if there was no end.

But there is no possibility of no end. There is always an end. She has no breakthrough, nor can she break through. The body binds her, and the gravity of the earth limits her, so she has to unload and leave the pleasure on the earth and the human world. She cannot become an eternal fairy, but can only become a fairy who is infinitely close to the fairy.

At that moment, she returned to the world and was infinitely close to the fairy, and she burst out with all her enthusiasm.

Xiao Meng could feel her body supporting herself, as if she wanted to boldly touch Yuntian, who was closest to the fairy palace, but she could not bear the loss of the soul in close proximity. She longed to greet her, but was unable to get close. At that moment, she became super sensitive. Xiao Meng could feel that she was in a critical state. He asked herself to cooperate with her rhythm. He wanted to complete his possession of extreme sexiness in the critical state of women.

He doubled his movements, causing the woman to rise, climb high, and approached the infinite distance. At that moment, he felt the woman's out of control, and he grasped his happiness to welcome the same resonance...

Her silent tremor suddenly turned into a voluptuous laughter, which suddenly pushed him away. She was like an athlete rolling over a pommel, dodging her body like a top. Xiao Meng followed her withdrawn body, tracking the last trace of pleasure.

She seemed to be unable to touch her whole body, don't touch me.

Turning around, the strong orgasm of lust was extremely sensitive. It took her a long time to calm down, and then she turned around obediently, "You are so damn, how could you make people so comfortable?"

Xiao Meng put his head on her chest, you shook just now.

She nodded, her cheeks were flushed, and she asked: Why do you make people so comfortable?I've never felt so comfortable.

Really?Because I like you.

Do you really like me?

She looked down at him, he was on her chest, like a very well-behaved child, and she suddenly said: I don't want to do this.

He asked: Then what do you want?

I want to lie in your arms.

Why?

Because I am a woman.

Xiao Meng leaned upwards, she leaned softly downwards, and then placed her cheeks on his chest so that she could feel comfortable.

Her face was lying in Xiao Meng's arms, but the two of them had just exchanged positions.

This woman, who was over 10 years older than him, had a dreamy expression on her face, and her longing for trust complex stirred up the man's pity Xiang Xiyu's emotions. He felt that it was really good to have a woman in her arms.

He had women, but he had no time to have women like this.

He may have wanted to have the warmth of this woman's almost maternal love for a moment, but he is even more a man. He still hopes to embrace a woman in his arms at this moment, and use his youthful chest to own all her body and soul.

He was a little obsessed with this state at this moment, which was his ideal state. He didn't know how long he could have such a woman.

After his desire gradually calmed down, he had no idea about these strange problems that had nothing to do with this situation.

Lust makes people not consider rational issues, but after lust, he still can't help but imagine these soul comfort issues.

They said a little stupid thing, and the moment they just experienced was that they felt that they had all passed the happiest time of their lives. This was essentially a deception of lust, which made people believe that what they had just had was the happiest.

But this is enough to anesthetize people, and they feel that the moment is the most unique harmony in the world.

In the conversation, they did not talk about the real life, nor the happiness they just shared. They were afraid that everything in life would interfere with the virtual feeling at this moment, and they were afraid that they would destroy every bit of pleasure that could not be expressed in words on the body. They chatted meaninglessly, said stupid words, and smiled meaninglessly for a little movement.

Gradually, sleepiness surged, and they hugged each other and fell asleep.

That night, they woke up and woke up in this chaotic state.

After taking a nap, the desire rises again. After the desire flows again, the fatigue of embracing each other again.

The lingering shape that cannot be loved and cannot be separated from will last forever until they are exhausted, but their hearts are filled with a full passion.

When they woke up the next day, they found it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon.