Her hair is meticulously combed, the collar of her white shirt without oil stains is straight on the neckline of the dark blue V-shaped sweater, and she always wears neatly ironed suit trousers.
He treats everyone kindly, always with a kind smile on his face... "It seems that such a person can wade through a sea of swords and flames, he is so calm, really, I have never seen such a pure person, and I can't feel a little bit about him. Dirt, he must be a saint." People said of him.
"There are no 'doors' blocking the way in front of me. They are all obedient roads. I walk on the road and listen to my steady footsteps." , "I lived like a monk, and I originally planned to live like this, but when I felt the moment of 'quiet'... the female genitalia like a stamen, it no longer obediently bowed like a key in my hand. In the palm of the hand, it froze like dough, as big as the desk, and then occupied the entire window, blocking the pointer-like light, occupying the entire room, and the moist warm, viscous liquid seeped out of its body, The lewd smell is suffocating."
I haven't had any contact with any woman, this may be a long time neglected or the desire to forget can't find an outlet, it is sending a signal that it is going to flood, I should not block the road anymore, and It is necessary to find a channel for it to excrete, so that we can live in peace, just like the blue planet we live in, the blue sea is filled between various landmasses... The old man thought so.
He designed a woman.
Use fishing thread to guide the woman to speak, let a man guide the woman to look up at the heart-shaped leaves and branches of the fig to obey the desires of the body, and convince the woman that this is also what the heart wants.
This idea took one night.
When the first light of dawn was cast outside the window, it stabbed the old man's heart inexplicably and directly, so that he simply and rudely broke the woman's place with two prime numbers.
"No, it's a little unreasonable." He realized it right away, but he couldn't delete the plot, otherwise the thin line would be broken immediately, the figs would sink to the ground, and the road would turn into doors... …no, we have to go on.
Although a woman did not taste the pleasure of sex "for the first time", in her subsequent life, her desire for sex continued to flow like a "girl's spring" that never dried up, and she and her life It also flows down or splashes with this water.
A woman's mouth, hands, breasts, genitals, and anus have been touched and copulated by people of different skin colors and genders, and experienced various mountain-like bodies, wading through countless rivers. A woman's reproductive organs can no longer feel sexual sensations.
"However, I still haven't found a way out." The old man picked up the gun and switched the insurance to the "on" position.
"Bang!"
The voice echoed in the room.
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