"Men are bad, and you're no exception. You're just like those bad guys. You insist on asking girls to tell you, right?"
Zhao Xiaohai's heart was gently stabbed, and the pain intensified his desire.
"Just say it, let's sleep together, boss."
Zheng Xiaoxue rubbed against Zhao Xiaohai like a kitten, with seductive eyes and sweet breath. She crawled to his ear and gently repeated: "Let's sleep together."
The sound is ethereal and enchanting, but better than the sound of nature.
Zheng Xiaoxue put her little mouth close to Zhao Xiaohai, and he responded enthusiastically. She stretched out her little tongue without hesitation and entangled it with his tongue. Her breathing began to become heavier, and it sounded like a bright flame dancing in Zhao Xiaohai's ears. It sounded indescribably stimulating.
Zhao Xiaohai stroked her waist and inserted his hand between her waist to touch her butt. Her butt was not big, and it felt particularly good to touch it.
Her breathing became heavier, the tongue in her mouth grew wilder, lust spreading through her like boiling water.
Zhao Xiaohai's hands took off her pants and underwear together. She cooperated by pulling out one leg first, and then gently swung the other leg, throwing the underwear and pants together into some corner, as if she didn't want them anymore.
I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy breathing was replaced by calm breathing. She must have drunk too much and fell asleep quickly, but Zhao Xiaohai couldn’t sleep.
Zheng Xiaoxue's sleeping appearance was still pleasing to the eye. In his arms, she looked like a happy puppy, her beautiful eyes closed under her eyelashes. One of her arms was used as a pillow, and Zhao Xiaohai used his other hand to hold a cigarette, light it, and then pick up the ashtray.
Normally when I have two hands, I use my right hand to do this kind of thing, but today I feel so inconvenient because I can’t use my left arm.
Zhao Xiaohai was grateful that God had given him a beautiful woman to sleep with, and he was also grateful that he was a healthy person. There are so many things in the world that we should be grateful for, but we forget them after getting used to them.
There are many people who are missing arms, but they still insist on living. These people are the real strong ones.
Zhao Xiaohai laughed at himself for being too sentimental. As a grown man, it’s better to be more open-minded. He is not a poet.
Maybe some things are innate. On the one hand, they cannot be removed, and on the other hand, they cannot be obtained by asking for them.
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