[Bottle Evil Doujin] Generation Gap

"Ah Hua, drink it! It's only a few bottles and you're scared! I don't understand if you're deeply emotional. Look at my little brother, it's more enjoyable than drinking mineral water!"

"Who can compare with him, stop teasing me, fat man, you still have the bottom of your own cup! Drink it for me!"

Getting together with my brothers during Chinese New Year is nothing more than drinking, smoking, eating and bragging, but the first two things are banned by me, and I can’t take a few mouthfuls of food. It seems that the only thing I can do is bragging, but these The New Year's Eve is too awesome, but I lost the fun of bragging. I couldn't help thinking about what the meaning of this gathering was.

Xiaoju did not call too many people, just me, brother, fat man and Xiaohua. The last time the four of us drank so easily was more than ten years ago. Ordinary people can have more than ten years. Sitting down and comparing It's too obvious, besides Poker Ping, who also has a pretty face that hasn't changed for a hundred years, even Xiaohua dare not say that she hasn't aged at all, which is both embarrassing and melancholy.

Fatty and Xiaohua have been drunk for a while in my melancholy moment. I see that they will have to stand on the table and dance if things go on like this. Tomorrow, Poker-Face and I have to fly back to Hangzhou, but we don’t have time to serve you two Lord.

Small gatherings are rare, but parting also requires decisiveness. I immediately called Xiaohua's buddies and asked them to pick them up, and ran away grabbing the oil bottle.

I didn't call a car, and walked side by side with Poker Ping on the street to enjoy the breeze. There is still a strong festive atmosphere on the street. Red lanterns are hung all over the street. It's just that fireworks and firecrackers are banned in Beijing. In such a lively atmosphere There is no second kicker to add to the fun. I always feel that something is missing.

Boyouping doesn't drink much, but his footsteps are still steady after drinking so much, and his feet are more stable than mine without alcohol. I asked him when I was idle and bored: "Brother, did you collect the lucky money during the Chinese New Year when you were young?"

In the old society, big families paid more attention to celebrating the new year than they do now. The Zhang family must have a lot of money for their children. Will it be a thick dozen bank notes or Yuan Datou?

Unexpectedly, Boyoufeng asked me: "What is New Year's money?"

I was immediately shocked, Poker Pace doesn't know what lucky money is?When he was playing high-tech, he was slippery, but he didn't know the old rules that had been passed down for thousands of years, and he was in a trance of prosperity.

Poker-face looked surprised at me, and told me that when he was a child, Zhang’s family did not celebrate the new year, so he had never celebrated the new year, only heard about it, and was not very clear about the specific rules of the new year.

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I couldn't help but stopped and stared at Poker Bottle blankly. When he said this, he looked at me as usual, and even slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

My heart tightened a little bit, and it hurt a little. Poker's life doesn't need festivals, so he doesn't need to remember the rules of festivals. Years are just a way of counting for him, without any special meaning.

It's not the first time I know what kind of life he lived, and I have personally participated in a small part of his life. I should have known that his life lacked so many things that ordinary people have.

The ups and downs of these things were told like a legendary novel, and countless audiences applauded. What they heard was legends, and only I heard hardships. I looked like a fool among the applauding crowd.

I don't care if he can carry all the burdens on his shoulders, I just want him to live a better life, to be more human, to be more alive, and he shouldn't always take himself so seriously.

Poker Bottle seemed to notice that something was wrong with me, and reached out to pat my back: "It's okay, Wu Xie."

I put away my strange fragile emotions, pretended to be bold and slapped him on the back, so hard that my big hands hurt: "Hey, my mother said that she went back to Hangzhou, and she didn't have a good year with her hometown and wanted to spend it at home again Once, when we get off the plane tomorrow, we will go directly there, brother, are you okay?"

"Ah."

In the end, the Chinese New Year is not that much. There is nothing new when you get older. I am very satisfied after having a reunion dinner. I don’t mind if I get off the plane. We took a taxi and went back to my parents’ house without my troubles. The kitchen is naturally my father's world, and I sprawled on the sofa like a grandpa, eating the apples my mother cut.

"Mom, where did you buy your apples? They are very sweet." When I saw the apples, I couldn't help but think of Pok You Ping who sold me a bunch of small, sour, rotten apples for 12 yuan when he was selling fruit in West Lake. Those apples did not enter my stomach in the end, and I was still inexplicably upset.

My mother said that she likes to eat and take some back home. She bought a box and put them all in my car. If you want to eat, call her and she will buy it for me.My mother is always better than me in buying fruits. Even if it is the same basket of fruits in the same store, the ones she buys are sweeter than mine. I can’t accept it.

"Wu Xie, look." Poker Ping came out from the balcony of my house, holding a flowerpot in his hand, and handed it to me.

It was the little white flower I gave him. I was afraid that it would be frozen at home. I brought it to my parents and put it in their greenhouse before the Chinese New Year. It was always a bare stem in my house. It bloomed in two days, and the white petals and yellow core are very delicate.

I've always said that Pokerfinger is a potted plant. Thinking about it, he's not very competent. His potted plant can still bloom.

My southerners don’t eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. In order to cater to the tastes of the Northeast people, my mother specially made dumplings and stuffed them with coins according to the rules.So when my mother filled the dumplings, she kept picking them in the pot. I knew she must have tampered with the dumplings, hoping that we could get coins.

However, the dumpling skin will puff up as soon as it is boiled. It is useless for her to mark it. My mother scooped it for a long time and couldn’t find which one was marked. just.

Poker bottle bit the coin at the first bite. Coincidentally, he also bit the coin when he ate the last one. It is stipulated that several generations in the family put a few, and my mother put two and he ate them all.

That's what Poker Ping is good at, he's calm, he's not surprised by what he eats, even after everyone has finished eating, he finds that only his dumplings have coins, and he looks a little puzzled.

I explained to him that this is a lucky draw, and that the year after eating the coins will bring good luck, he gave me a clean new steel coin with a bang, and it was shiny.

There are heads and tails, and my mother said that Boyouping's fortune this year must be particularly good, so she took out two red envelopes from her pocket, one for Boyouping and one for me.

New Year’s money is something I’ve passed eighteen, and no one gives it to me except my mother. It’s not much. It’s always a thin hundred-yuan note, just for good luck.

Poker bottle didn't reach out to take the red envelope, I quickly took it for him and stuffed it into his arms, and said with a smile: "New year's money, it should be given, to ward off evil spirits, bless you and be safe, keep it and keep it."

Poker-Face took the red envelope and said to my mother, "Thank you... Auntie."

It was the first time he spoke to my mother. My mother was so happy that she kept giving him food to make him eat more. I know that my mother actually prefers this kind of cooler-looking man.When I was young, she tried to train me to be a crazy, cool and domineering type. As a result, I was out of control. She was very depressed. After thirty years of depression, she finally got what she wanted.

The atmosphere has always been very harmonious and harmonious, until I went to sleep, I was horrified to find that my mother did not prepare a guest room for Poker Bottle. For a while, I didn't understand what she meant by that, was it because she was too lazy to clean up the guest room, or was it something else? I mean, I'm a little apprehensive either way.

My bed is still the single bed I bought in high school, and I feel a bit small even when I sleep on it myself. I traced left and right on the bed but couldn't find a better and reasonable way to distribute it, so I scratched at the messy hair helplessly.

To be honest, I don't know what Boyouping is thinking. He would tease me when he was in the mood, just like teasing a puppy. He didn't explain why he did it.

The last time he kissed me, I was so scared that I didn’t fall asleep for three days, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t, he didn’t give any explanation for his behavior, and I slept pretty well, if it wasn’t that I couldn’t fight I really want to smack him.

I have pity on my little heart, he makes my heart beat fast when nothing happens, and if I continue to be so unclear, I will have to get some quick-acting heart-relief pills for emergencies someday.

Forget it, who cares, don't you just sleep in one bed, it's not like you haven't slept before, what the hell can happen.

I drank a lot of water at night, and my mother ate a bunch of fruits for me. As soon as I relaxed, I wanted to pee a little. Maybe I was a bit blocked by the urge to urinate. I didn’t knock on the door, just pushed open the toilet The door went in.

As a result, I saw Poker Bottle taking a bath in it, and I swear to God that I never did it on purpose, how did I know he was taking a bath, I thought he was chatting with my mother.

Poker bottle reacted very quickly. As soon as the door was opened, he immediately turned his head to look at me. No one was still dressed when he took a shower. His strong and smooth muscles were completely exposed in front of my eyes, and the water droplets flowed along the muscle texture. Walking downstream, the unicorn tattoo on the chest also soars into the air with its teeth and claws, taking its handsomeness to a new height.

I was unfocused and unpromising. Seeing him like this, I immediately felt a little bit hard, but I still remember that this is my parents' house, and my mother would come out from nowhere at any time.The best option is to go out quickly and close the door, that is, I have already entered the toilet, will it be too strange to go out without saying anything now?

"Well, little brother, I... just want to ask if you brought a change of clothes, do you want me to bring them for you?" I finally found a reasonable excuse, all the suitcases are in my room, he sure I didn't take a change of clothes, so my behavior was at best considered rude and wouldn't be thought of as a pervert.

"Ah."

When I ran out in a hurry, I met my mother. My mother told the family that the spider plant was not hanging firmly, and the whole pot fell down. Poker Oil Bottle reacted super quickly to catch the flower pot, but the mud was all stuck on him. Just ran to take a shower at this point.

I said to my mother, what kind of spider plant are you doing if you have nothing to do? Fortunately, this time, the oil bottle is under it. If my father doesn’t give him a direct blow to Alzheimer’s, it’s not good for you to be free and dance the square dance Is it?

In order to avoid the embarrassing physiological phenomenon that Poker-Face will be alone with me, I went to take a shower as soon as he entered the room after taking a shower, and finally put the little brother down with cold water. When I got up, I was reluctant to go out for a long time, so I washed my hair silently three times, almost balding my only remaining hair.

The toilet is relatively close to my mother's bedroom, and the sound of my splashing water disturbed her sleep. The old man just fell asleep and didn't want to get up again, so she yelled at me through the door: "Xiaoxie, what are you doing? What cleanliness! Go to bed!"

I was in a state of misery, so I had to dry my hair and roll back to the house, thinking that I would die if I wanted to die.

Poker-Face has no sense of being a guest at my house at all. He is standing in front of my desk looking through some of my old notes and textbooks. I like to touch fish when I am in class. I draw small cartoons on the edge of the textbooks. A testimony of my youth is neatly stacked in the bookcase.

I don’t think this is something to be ashamed of, so I smiled and took the textbook from Poker’s hand, and showed him my hand-painted animation by Wu Xie. At that time, I was very poor at drawing, and the content of the animation was a circle zooming in and zooming out. The little boy flew out at the end, but it's hard for Poker to finish watching it with full concentration.

"Hey, I didn't listen to the lectures every day in class, and I just used a brush to play when I had nothing to do. Can you draw, brother?" When Poker-Face took notes, he would always draw some patterns. Those patterns had basic painters. I miss him He should have learned it systematically. After all, cameras were relatively bulky in his time, and drawing was the most convenient and concise way of recording.

Poker-Face has always been an activist. He directly picked a pencil from my pen basket and scribbled on a blank sketchpad of mine for a long time. I was so itchy that I was anxious to see what he drew.

Poker Ping draws sketches of characters. His drawing method is very old. It seems that he learned it in the last century. I am wearing pajamas with a stupid face on the paper. Said: "Little brother, so I look so stupid in your eyes? I'm obviously very handsome, you can't just tamper with my handsomeness just because of jealousy!"

Poker bottle was amused by my narcissistic statement, the corner of his lips hooked it doesn't matter and almost took my soul away, I watched his face get closer and closer, I was so nervous that I couldn't breathe, but he just stretched out his hand to get away from him. The cabinet behind me is just something to get, so I was inexplicably looking forward to something, and there was something stuffed.

"Brother, what do you want? Can I help you?" He was too close, and the hot air he exhaled was all on my ears. My old heart couldn't bear such an ambiguous distance. , especially since I haven't shipped much recently, I was afraid that the little brother would not live up to it, so I hurriedly turned my back to him to feel better.

Unexpectedly, Poker Ping grabbed my waist and pulled me hard into his arms, and rested his chin on my shoulder, then rubbed my shoulder, and asked softly: "Wu Xie, what are you doing?" What are you thinking?"

What am I thinking?I admit that at that moment, there were only six big words left in my mind, that is: Don't be cowardly, just do it.

I have a phobia of long nights and dreams, and I pay attention to quick solutions when doing things, and I can’t think too much about following my feelings. The black blind man is right, thinking is of no use, you have to do it, and you will know if you do it. Don’t do it Never know, so I did it, I turned 180 degrees in Poker Finger's arms with my fairly nimble skills, pressed both shoulders of Poker Finger, looked at the position of his mouth, and moved closer.

I thought to myself that if Pokerfing really likes me, he won't resist if I kiss him. If he doesn't like me, it's only a matter of minutes if he wants to kick me away. If you don't get kicked away, you can take advantage of it.

Supported by this kind of thinking, I stuck out my tongue and drilled hard into the mouth of Poker Bottle. Fortunately, the bottom plate of Poker Bottle was stable enough so that I didn't let it fall down. He opened his mouth obediently and let me fiddle with it. His cold appearance is different, the temperature in his mouth is very high, and his tongue is so flexible that I can't catch it at all.

"Hmm!" I was a little annoyed that I had to play a game of cat and mouse while kissing. I leaned forward and knocked Pokerfing's teeth so hard that I almost burst into tears.

Boyouping poked his tongue out and licked my sore teeth in comfort. He invaded my mouth instead of me. Unlike me licking and gnawing, he explored every inch of my mouth in a calm manner and was rubbed by his tongue The place where I felt it was numb and numb, it made my mouth water, and it dripped down my chin and down my neck.

When kissing, my hands always want to touch something, otherwise I will not be able to find anything, so I unconsciously start to pull on the pajamas of the oil bottle. The quality of this kind of pure cotton pajamas is really not good. I pulled him half naked so that I could feel and pinch him in my arms.Not to mention that the muscle density of Pokerfinger is really comfortable to the touch, and it feels full of strength and elasticity when grasped.

Pokerfase probably did the same thing as I thought. He lifted my gown and touched my back directly. His hot palm touched my spine and gently stroked. Maybe he thought my bones were too tight. In the end, he chose He touched the only fleshy place on my whole body, pinched my buttocks through the pants and rubbed them wantonly, intentionally or unintentionally pushing my crotch underneath me.

I pinched him so hard that I almost bit his tongue. I was going to kiss it, but he squeezed it hard for me. The two of us hugged each other and our bodies were close to each other. As soon as it was hard, I immediately pushed back Said hi to his bird on the crotch of Boyouping's crotch through two layers of fabric.

Poker-Face's paws were still firmly on my buttocks, and he didn't care about my little tent at all. He sucked my mouth and made a loud "boo" sound, and his saliva was still sticky when we parted. I couldn't see a thread coming out, so I raised my hand to wipe it off for him.

It's hard to justify not doing anything at this point, I cheekily pulled Poker Finger's hand down, let him touch me in front of me, and said shyly, "Brother, touch it for me."

Pokerfing did it more thoroughly than I thought. He pulled my trousers up to my knees and held my fully erect penis in his hands. I groaned and my knees almost went limp. Apart from the pleasure, I was also afraid, afraid. He wanted to take my life out straight away.

Pokerfing's manual work is relatively simple and rough. The mechanical first grips straight up and down. It is purely for the delivery method, but his hand strength is well controlled, and the two hair mounds are rubbed along the penis of the genitals. , When I thought that it was his hand, I became a little harder.

"Brother, take it easy." I leaned on the table and spread my legs wide, and asked Poker Bottle to help me jerk off, feeling that the whole person was floating, very unreal.

I think my emotion has also affected Poker Bottle, his body temperature has risen significantly, as evidenced by tattoos, I dared to touch his crotch, and sure enough, I touched a huge one, which is usually soft to see everyone They are all the same, I didn't expect the difference to be so big after erection, did this kid drink tiger penis wine every day when he was a child?I actually once thought he was a eunuch, so I was blind.

Can I get an erection without being stuffy, my self-confidence swelled inexplicably, maybe it swelled up with my courage, I pinched his penis desperately, and asked him deliberately in his ear: "Brother, what are you thinking about?" What?"

Poker bottle told me what he was thinking with practical actions, and he lifted me up by the waist, really the way of lifting me high, before I could react, he threw me on the bed, three Both bottoms were pulled off, naked and foolishly watching Poker take off his pants on the bed.

As soon as the last fig leaf was taken off, we met each other completely and honestly. The gap between our two birds was about as big as our age gap. I had to comfort myself that I was the normal size of a Chinese man. There is no use for it, and it can only be done by hand.

As soon as he climbed onto the bed, he made an overwhelmed creaking sound, which was especially loud in the silent night. I was startled, for fear that the elder sleeping next door would hear it.

Pokerfing didn't care about that at all, he just grabbed my crotch when he came up, I was quite satisfied with his simple and rough masturbation method, the glandular fluid was evenly spread on the upper and lower parts of the penis by his palm, and the body fluid flowed down the perineum It made my ass wet, and the wet pubic hair rubbed against my thigh a little itchy.

I was very ticklish, so I couldn't help but move my legs to relieve it. Poker Face squeezed his whole body between my legs, and I clamped him with such a movement, as if he was in a hurry.

He wiped my inner thigh with one hand, and pulled my leg outward. If it was possible, I doubt he could pull me into a ponytail. Unfortunately, I am born with a stupid joint structure than others. , The range that can be pulled is too limited. A few years ago, he could directly break my hip bone by pulling it like this.

After pulling away my legs, Pokerfoil groped towards my back door. I was startled, and thought that my little brother can keep up with the trend. How can men and men know so clearly? It’s a man’s instinct to poke a hole when he sees a hole. ?Long before going to bed with this man, I knew that it was impossible for him to be stabbed by me. He was a machismo in his bones.

It's just that I don't have a condom and no lubrication in my room, so I don't have enough conditions to make a full set. Whether I can eat his size is a problem. I don't want to be stabbed and bleed and run to the anorectal department in the middle of the night.

Thinking of the scene where my poor ass was stabbed and blooming, I felt a chill in my heart, and quickly stopped: "Brother! Don't! There is no lubrication in the room..."

My voice fell, Poker Bottle was about to open a bottle of something in my hand, I took a closer look and found that it was actually a bottle of lubricant, I didn't pay attention to what he seemed to get that at all, and I didn't know what he was Where did it come from? Could it be that he is the stuffy version of Doraemon?

Poker Oil Bottle squeezed out a big lump of transparent mucus, rubbed it in my hand, and then stuck it on my back. I asked him where it came from, and he said that it was the fat man who stuffed it wrong when he stuffed it with special products. I immediately asked Did he have a condom, but he innocently told me that it was a medium size, too small.

All right, all right, I know you're big and you're proud, okay? If I don't have a trick, I'll admit it, can't I? I curled my lips and gave up my non-tenacious resistance.

The lubricant turned into water as soon as I covered it, dripping down my ass and flowing in all directions. After rubbing my anus for a while, the oily bottle tentatively squeezed half of my knuckles inward. I am very glad I have the habit of trimming his nails regularly until he becomes bald. My intestinal mucosa is very fragile.

Boyouping felt sorry for me, he used his two fingers when he didn't come up, but he focused on practicing his kung fu, his knuckles were thick and rough, and when he pushed them into my body, the weird feeling was unbelievable. It didn't hurt, but swollen So badly, the body naturally reacts to squeeze the intruder out.

He comforted my neglected little brother, and firmly poked a finger to the bottom. The temperature in my body was much higher than his fingers, and I could clearly feel every subtle movement of his fingers in his body.

If I ignore Poker-Face's upturned genitals and the hands stuffed in my buttocks, and just look at his serious expression, I'll think he's doing something serious, and I've been staring at that place like he's studying it. I also blush a little.

The limits of the human body can be constantly challenged, and my sphincter is not to be underestimated. With the lubricated oil bottle, it is easier for my fingers to enter, and soon my back door can easily eat his two fingers, foreign body sensation This kind of small problem was selectively ignored by me.

Poker bottle fiddled and bent down to lick my mouth. After licking, he took a small mouthful of my earlobe and sucked. My part is a sensitive zone. I don’t feel comfortable when someone talks too close to me. He sucked and bit. Made my bones crisp.

I am also an aggressive male creature. If I think about it, I can’t show weakness, and I can’t be easily corroded by the oily bottle. I still have two hands free. I have lived with my right hand for so many years. If the hardware is not good, then the software can’t grow Others' aspirations destroy their own prestige.So I also went to tease his butt, and served his brother more attentively than I usually serve myself, not letting go of an inch of ground from beginning to end.

The color of his genitals is relatively light, a bright color that has not been used much, and the bulging veins are very arrogant, but everyone's structure is the same, and the sensitive points should be similar.After holding it with my hand, I really intuitively understood the size of the Poker bottle, and began to wonder if it is still possible to say that we can sleep under the quilt.

Just look at the big or small ones, whoever wants their partner to really have a donkey whip, I am not the one who suffers in the end, if I can choose, I viciously hope that Poker Bottle is a small toothpick, and the lubricant is saved.

While I was gripping Poker bottle's dick, his fingers in my ass snapped, let go of my ears, which were wet from his licking, and kissed my face loudly, with two fingers imitating the action of sexual intercourse There was a jerk in my gut.

There are a lot of sensitive nerves in the anus, and they are softened after being scraped and hooked by the rough knuckles. Maybe my prostate is better developed, and the mess with Pokerfoil actually gave him a fatal point in the legend. , I couldn't control my voice and let out a howl, realizing that I was at my parents' house and quickly grabbed the quilt and bit it in my mouth.

Poker-finger had a clear expression on his face, he had never noticed that he had so many subtle expressions before, he brought out his housekeeping skills of searching for dragons and caves, and played with that small sensitive area. All kinds of tricks.

I bit the quilt tightly and didn't dare to let go, for fear that my parents would be woken up if I shouted out. If they knew that I was fucked by a man next to them in the middle of the night, my old face would be really humiliated.Poker bottle took advantage of my loss of consciousness and stuffed another finger in. The three fingers stuffed me to the brim, and my whole body became soft like noodles. I let him flatten and round me.

The pleasure of being directly touched to the prostate is terribly intense. If I usually get [-] points from masturbation, then [-] points from being played with the prostate. The pleasure rushes directly from my spine to my brain. It was so refreshing that both legs trembled slightly, and the little brother was so hard that water flowed out, as if he was incontinent, and a large piece of bed sheet was wet.

Before I almost got fucked by his fingers, he finally pulled them out, and after a while, his head was empty, and he flicked me a few more times, I might actually cum, the habit is terrible, and I was stabbed by him It's less than 10 minutes, and it hasn't been confirmed yet, so it's better not to use Poker's learning ability in this area.

Poker bottle held my calf, folded my leg into a M and pushed it to his chest, holding his genitals and gently rubbing against my wet back hole, which meant that he couldn't wait to come in, at this time he He was quite polite, and stared at me with a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to be asking questions.

I cursed secretly, this guy didn't ask me at all when he was messing with me with his fingers, what kind of wolf with a big tail is he pretending to be now, I let go of the quilt and gnawed on his chin: "Come on! Don't be cowardly!"

Of course Poker-Face would not be cowardly, he straightened his waist and stabbed inward, how can his thing be compared with three fingers, my toes were tense and the tendons on the inside of my thigh were stretched by his stabbing.

He patiently waited for me to adapt, and kept observing my expression. If I frowned suddenly, he would stop for a while, and then slowly send me in when I got used to it.

After he actually poked it in I realized we were really doing it, his dick was really inside me, I wasn't very virtuous, I just felt a little uncomfortable, he was having a fit like a convulsion, what if today After fucking, I returned to my nonchalant attitude the next day. I really couldn't help but want to slap his hand.

I endured the urge to groan, and tried my best to say in a straight voice: "Brother, you have to explain clearly what you mean by doing this. Don't let me sleep with you in a daze."

Poker-Face's eyes widened slightly, showing a slightly surprised expression. I thought you were ashamed to be surprised, but I should be the one who should be the most surprised, right? That's right, that's you, another person has already gone to see Hades.

I thought again that I really can’t expect him to say more, Poker Face is not a person who takes the initiative to talk, I have to take the initiative to do it, now that I’ve even stripped off my underwear, don’t talk about the cards, if you want to seize happiness, you have to take the initiative , Wu Xie, you have to work hard, don't be cowardly, what are you doing so covertly after you've done everything.

Before he could answer, I snapped back and said, "If you don't tell me, it will be acquiesced that you like me, and you want to live with me! If you don't deny me, you will admit it!"

Poker bottle stared into my eyes, as if to make sure that what I said was true, and then said: "I told you, I thought you already knew."

I immediately rewinded these days and thought about it, but I didn’t think of where he told me. Before I said fart, you didn’t say it at all. The turtle son who was half outside pushed in two-thirds of it at once, my words were all choked in my throat, and I was only able to hum while clutching his shoulder.

My leg was tightly held in his hands. I couldn't resist even if I wanted to push it. Poker's strength is too abnormal. It is really important to have a high force value in a family. I don't think I will be able to turn over in my life. Yes, I feel sorry for myself.

I felt that my place was completely stretched, and I sucked the stick of the oil bottle tightly. I don't know whether his thing is hotter or my intestines are hotter. In short, both of us are hot, and he Beads of sweat fell down at the slightest movement, and the unicorn tattoo was burned to the navel, dripping with water.

When he finally poked everything in, I was only left to breathe. I grabbed his arm that broke my thigh and looked at him beggingly, hoping that he would give me a chance to breathe and let me get used to it for a while.

Poker-Face kissed my eyes, and his eyes fell on my neck. I knew he was a little worried about my scar. To be honest, I didn’t like to look at it when I looked in the mirror, so I reached out to cover his eyes. , turned his head away from him.

This is my own choice, I don't want him to think too much because of this, everyone's path is different, this is my best ending.

Poker bottle avoided my hand, but closed his eyes obediently, and licked the hideous scar with his tongue. I was licked by him until the corners of my eyes became sore, and I hugged his neck and rubbed the back of his neck.Both the neck and the back are deadly places. Even though he knew it was me, his muscles tensed for a few seconds. This sense of crisis has been carved into his bones, no matter where it is.

We kept the connected posture warm for a while, but it didn’t last long. I still hadn’t had a fight with him. After a while, the anger rose up, and Poker tried to pull out the small half of the genitals and then poke it in. , I found that I was not so uncomfortable anymore, and I couldn't bear to push forward.

I thought it would be cool to have my butt wrapped in oil. He was so calm that he panted like a dog, his chest rose and fell obviously, which made the unicorn feel like it was alive.

He probably prefers to play with me rather than fuck me. The reason why I came to this conclusion is because Pokerfair quickly found my sensitive spot with that stick, poked that spot with the fat glans head, and The waist is so strong that it grinds and pokes all kinds of things.

Facing his provocative teasing, I have no way to fight back. At first, the reporter suppressed my throat. Later, I was completely unable to restrain my semen from being fucked by him, and I don’t remember it. How loud you can howl.

I can't help but think back when I was still a fool, people on the road said that my third uncle was very funny, and many people took pleasure in teasing me. I also like to be clever because of my third uncle of.

I guess Menyoupin also thinks I'm very funny, so I'm just doing this to see my reaction, I'm dead Mensao, I've never fucked a man in my life and I'm addicted to it, right?

In this situation, I can still spare my brain to think about these things. I admire myself very much. I gritted my teeth and moaned intermittently: "Don't grind your mother...can you hurry up... ...Isn't it fun to play Lao Tzu?"

Poker bottle hooked the corners of his mouth, and I took it for the time being, thinking about the embarrassing reaction after being exposed by me, he leaned into my ear and whispered: "If you move too much, the bed will make noise."

As he spoke, he pulled out the whole root and pushed it in violently. I was pushed so hard that I almost hit the head of the bed. Yes, even those upstairs heard it too.

I covered my face with some regret. I really shouldn’t have messed with Poker Ping regardless of lust. My parents must have been woken up by such a big commotion. How should I face them tomorrow? .

Poker-Face may also have realized that the bed would collapse after finishing this position, so he held my back and pulled me up. As soon as I moved, his life went deeper. He didn't intend to pull out the thing and change the position again. Lifted me off the bed by my ass.

It is quite exciting for me to hang my feet in the air. Even if I knew Poker Ping’s arm strength was strong enough, I didn’t expect him to dare to play like this. His thing is still stuck in my ass. I can’t fix the sponge body. Broken bones are no joke.

I hugged his neck tightly, subconsciously raised my buttocks to get rid of his control, but because of the abominable gravity, I kept falling and was stabbed deeper and deeper by him, so I had to shout: "What are you doing!? Let me down! "

Poker bottle held my legs to prevent me from twisting around, squeezed my wet buttocks, and said slowly: "This way there will be no sound."

I can't laugh or cry, it's the first time I'm in a difficult position like a train bento, I really don't know whether to say he dares to play or I have amazing bones. The strength to pinch off the sea monkey's waist is really not covered, and Poker Bottle is basically a pile driver of human flesh on the bed.

My intestines were fucked so well by him, the sensitive spots seemed to spread to every place, and his shaft caught fire wherever he rubbed, and the pleasure poured into my brain endlessly.The bed is silent, the sound of me calling the bed is not low at all, my mind has been so empty that I can't hear the real sound, I just feel that I am crying so hard that my teeth hurt.

This position has been maintained until I ejaculate, the semen is actually flowing all the time, waiting for me to ejaculate