paranoid personality disorder

Mo Qian turned over and looked through the drawer next to my bed, pulled out the drawer, turned it around, and dumped all the sex toys I put in it on the bed.

He reached out to pick up a vibrating egg and looked at me: "This?"

I have no expression.

He picked up a massage stick: "Or this one?"

Changed to a bigger size and looked at me.

My face was expressionless, and I even felt ridiculous in my heart.

He picked out a urethral tube and smiled: "That's it."

The barman seemed a little frightened by these props, but he didn't move much.

Probably thought that he had encountered a pervert, tsk tsk.

Mo Qian probably got up to get rid of the poison, but he came back with his lower body stiff. He came over, took my hand, put the things in my palm, and said with a smile, "Come and play."

As he spoke, he pointed to his tall baby.

I looked at him coldly: "Are you a pervert?"

But I saw him smile and take my hand, holding something and fiddling with his hard things, as if he was looking for how to play more conveniently.

There was still a smile on his mouth: "Come on."

I looked up at him, and he lowered his head and kissed me directly, and my urethral tube was inserted at the entrance of his small hole.

Squeezing in, I saw that his entire face was pale, sweating directly, and he was still trying to make a smile.

I continued to stuff it in, he opened his mouth suddenly and took a deep breath, gasped for breath and let out a fuck, his body was uncontrollably pressed down on me, from his hands to feet, even his whole body was shaking uncontrollably up.

I simply inserted it to the end.

I felt him tremble suddenly, and a weak voice rang in my ear: "It hurts, it hurts too much."

I moved the end that was inserted outside, and felt a sudden tremor, and my voice was crying: "It hurts."

I looked at him sideways, tears streaming down my face.

The whole person was leaning against me, I had never seen him like this before, his eyes were red and his lips were trembling.

I glanced at the other person sitting on the other side who was stunned, and said silently: "Get lost."

He got up, rolled up his clothes and left without stopping.

When I pulled out this thing, I stretched out my hand to lift the man's chin, and saw that his lips were bleeding from his bite, his eyes were red, and tears kept flowing from them.

This look looks a little pitiful.

I inserted my fingers through his mouth and peeled off his two lips that were tightly biting together. When I inserted my fingers, I was bitten by his teeth and pushed them out with my tongue. on me.

After taking a deep breath for a long time, he still said with some vibrato: "It hurts like hell, I didn't expect it to hurt like this."

As he spoke, he fumbled and groped towards his body with trembling hands, muttering: "It can't be used."

I stretched out my hand and pushed him down, and saw his eyes, with a basket of tears still piled up in them, precariously not falling.

Tsk, the voice is quite steady.

The things below may lie there limply because of the pain.

I stretched out a finger to cover the dilated eye from the pierced hole, he trembled a bit, raised his hand to cover his face, leaving a tightly bitten mouth.

I leaned closer, almost close to his mouth and whispered: "If you can't use it, don't use it." I pinched his soft thing and smiled: "Anyway, I don't need it anymore."

I reached out and pulled his hands covering his eyes, and saw his eyes were open, tears were streaming down his temples and onto my bed sheet.

It's really embarrassing.

I touched the soft thing under his body, just looking at him in such a mess.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at me, reached out his hand and wiped the tears rolling down from the corner of his eyes viciously, stretched out his hand and pulled me down, and after hitting him, he bit my lip.

Still feeling his blood on his lips, I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

He trembled, opened his mouth and still grabbed my collar, looked at me with red eyes, after a while, he smiled: "You have to be responsible for me."

I leaned down and leaned into his ear and asked him: "Are you just hoping that one day I will play you badly, and you can ask me to be responsible for you?"

He hooked one leg on my thigh, smiled, and said nothing.