paranoid personality disorder

I threw the massage stick straight away, turned around and walked towards my room.

Some sulk at themselves.

I sat quietly in the room for a while, and saw that man entered my room naked and very comfortable, still holding my casually discarded thing in his hand.

After putting it on my bed with a pile of things, he was still picking and picking.

After picking up a normal-sized vibrating egg, he looked at me: "Maybe I can make dinner with this."

As he spoke, he stretched it out in front of me. I looked at a rose-red vibrating egg in his hand and didn't move.

He reached out and squeezed it, and smiled: "You put it in, or should I do it myself?"

I looked up at him: "Are you sick?"

He smiled: "Who knows." Then he said, "It's cool to develop your sexual desire."

As he said that, he climbed onto my bed, knelt down, and prepared to stuff the vibrating egg behind him with his hands behind his back. After stuffing it for a long time, it probably didn't have the slightest lubrication, and he couldn't get in anyway. Bohan looked up at me: "Can you help me?"

I reached out and pulled the vibrating egg in his hand, and looked at him coldly: "Go and cook, you idiot."

He smiled, rolled out of bed, and looked at me for a while: "Really don't want it?"

I said, "Get out, I have plenty of time to torment you, why should I feel sorry for my stomach."

He changed into a set of casual clothes and went to dinner.

I ate some casually without any appetite, and sat in the living room watching TV for a while.

After he finished eating, he washed the dishes, cleaned up the table and the kitchen, wiped his hands and sat down beside me.

Squint your eyes and watch TV with me for a while.

I squinted my eyes for a while, and my whole body began to crumble. I leaned on the sofa, and my breathing became lighter. After a while, my head hit my shoulder directly.

Probably because he moved too much, he woke up straight away, stood up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at me: "Ah, are you still playing tonight?"

"Stupid." I couldn't help scolding him, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. After taking a shower, I went back to the room and lay down on the bed. Fragrance.

After climbing into my bed, I touched it for a while and asked me, "Where is the thing?"

I pulled off the quilt, turned over and was about to go to sleep, when someone else came over and groped under me with one hand.

Stopped by my hand, I said angrily in a low voice, "Aren't you annoying? You do it every day, and I'm not afraid that your chrysanthemum will relax. When you get old, you can swallow watermelon."

He paused for a moment and said, "I think it's okay, I couldn't even stuff a vibrating egg into it just now." After a while, he reached out and touched the bed again, and said, "If you don't want to use your thing, you can Come out and play with the things you bought."

I turned over and sat directly on top of him, staring into his eyes and angrily said, "You fucking either go to sleep right now, or you fucking get out and find someone to fuck."

After I finished speaking, I rolled over and got into the quilt.

I feel that my temples are still throbbing with anger.

The person next to him seemed to be silent for a while, then smiled: "Okay, then I'll go to bed, good night."

I ignored him, and felt his body getting closer to me. After a while, the man's breathing became longer and lighter.

What a fucking idiot.

I was just about to roll over and go get a drink or something.

As soon as I moved my body, I felt my pajamas being pulled by my hands. When I moved an inch, the man moved.

I exerted a little force, trying to pull my pajamas out of his hands, but I felt his whole body sticking to my back, breathing on the back of my neck.

He murmured, "Don't go."

Reminder: It is recommended that when reading this chapter and the next few chapters, take another look at the warm reminder above.