Catch a fat bear as a slave

Written in front:

Those who know me say what I worry about, and those who don't know me say what I want?

There are 3000 beauties in the harem, who is the favorite of the [-]?

You can put words such as flamboyant, hypocrite, dirty, etc. on me, but one thing can show that I am also a person of flesh and blood, with love and affection.If you have love, you must express it, if you have love, you must tell it. The true love in the world is hard to name through the ages.Laughing and cursing are all articles. ——————————————————————————————————————————

The sun comes out to shine on the western wall

pig × pig

sheep×sheep

Sparrow × × tile hole

Crow × × on the treetop

old lady××by the side of the bed

Children ×× hide indiscriminately

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Car: B—B—B—B—B

Train: Who KAO? - Who KAO? -

Driver: I KAO—I KAO—

These are two childhood songs and essays about sex, maybe they aroused my original desire.Although I was only vaguely aware at the time, until I sent the roots of my life deep into the man's ass.From then on, I started the road of searching and hunting bears all the way, because I found that this life is doomed to be tortured by bears and dedicated to bears——

My name is A Xiong, my name was given by Brother Pang Xiong, and I am a hunter.Now weighs 180 catties, is 178 cm tall, and is 32 years old.From being able to pull the trigger at the beginning to now, I have hunted and killed countless ferocious guys including baboons, black bears, and Han bears. Of course, the monkey was killed by mistake.What I want to say is how I hunted in the first half of my life. If you like it, go ahead. If you don't like watching hunting shows, please change the channel!Also, I'm just a showman rather than a person, I only write about my feelings, and I don't expect to develop 419 or 69.If you want to seduce me, please dial the local area code +110; if you are lonely and your body is burning, please dial 119; if you want me to do you to death, then buy more cucumbers with thorns and see where you can stuff them plug, and then press 120.

What I want to tell everyone is: an excellent hunter usually does not make a move, and when he makes a move, it is a killer move.No matter how cunning a fox or a ferocious tiger is, its final fate is to be buried under the fine, steady and accurate shotgun of a hunter.

My shotgun is definitely a genuine rammed product. If you don’t believe me, you can come and have a test. It is made of super-hard and wear-resistant materials. The bullets can be fired continuously and burst-fired.When I was a child, I took a bath in the river in summer, and many adults came to look at me, saying that my gun was too big, and I could compete with them. I felt itchy in my heart, as if they regarded me as a "golden gunman"—— Lai Ai!It's just that my psychological quality is not good, and I can't grasp the fire when I see the prey. I can't help but shoot before the best time. So I am not a good hunter, but I like hunting.

Don't think that U bears are born U. You may not know what they looked like when they were young, but I can understand it, because I grew up on the road of hunting strong bears, and it made me such a peerless only Some rare fat bears.To understand Axiong's story, follow Axiong's handwriting.

([-]) Childhood dream

I'm not a genius, but I'm definitely not a fool either.

Entered school at the age of 7 and entered junior high school at the age of 12.Although I was fined to stand under the scorching sun because I went to the river to take a bath in summer and missed class, when others were still pitying me, I was very happy, and the lust rippling in my heart circled like water. ripple.Because I saw a strong fat man taking a bath in the river, with protruding chest muscles, round buttocks, and pink thick long chestnuts under the black pasture soaked in water, I was drooling, really Want to rush up.That group of silly teachers and classmates knew very well that even if they took the No.1 in the whole grade, they would not appreciate my pleasure and kindness.

I like when my dad's friends come over. Sometimes they sleep in the same bed as me after drinking at night.This time may be the happiest time for me. I can cuddle them to sleep without restraint, because they just treat me like a child, but they will never understand the secrets hidden in the heart of a child who is less than ten years old.

The most unbearable thing is that when I was a child, there were often jugglers in the village in summer. They were all shirtless, with a red ribbon tied around their waist, chests that rose and fell when they breathed in and out, and those that made people look like they were flowing. Nosebleeds, the mysterious place where you lose your soul, and the performance of sleeping nails. People are here to watch the excitement. I am so sorry. I used to watch body art. I really want to get naked, climb up, and press down on the fat man desperately. Bump, ride him like a horse.I fantasize about strangers coming to my house every day, preferably fat men.Or there is no place to sleep at night, begging hard, and come together with me.No one haunted my bed until I left the house in junior high.My crimson hopes were completely shattered.