The way to love your wife

012 Rescue and Seduction

He regretted it afterwards and knelt under my bed like a grandson.

I was /fucked/by him. One Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and then I was dying, with scars all over my head and face. I lay paralyzed on the bed and looked at him. What's the matter?

"Ye Lin..." He stretched out his hand cautiously to pull my pillow cover, begging in a low voice, as if my mother was so devastated that I wanted to abandon him, "Ye Lin..."

He is really pitiful, so pitiful that my heart trembles. I know that although he is handsome, rich and well-off, he still has low self-esteem and insecurity. He is afraid of being abandoned, and he is very afraid of being abandoned.

I am very distressed.I don't feel sorry for him at all, I just feel sorry for him like this.

"Is my son happy enough?" I looked at him sideways, half-joking with him weakly.

"Your Majesty, punish me!" He hurriedly nestled into my neck like a puppy, acting like a spoiled child.

"How to punish?" I really didn't have any strength at all, and my anger was like a gossamer.

His eyeballs are three points green again. If he is not green, I should be afraid. Could it be that I no longer have the temptation to him?

A blanket was placed across my waist/crotch, exposing my legs and shoulders, my whole body was full of signs of love, my lips were slightly parted, my eyes were blurred, and with the overwhelming smell of "essence" around me, if my son didn't respond, I would really be I can't find North even if I cry.

He burrowed into my bed, kissed my mouth slowly, then pried open my teeth and stuck his tongue in to fiddle with me, exchanging spittle with me.

I enjoyed the warmth of this moment very much. I kissed each other inseparably, even the saliva flowed between my lips and teeth, and my heartbeat became faster and faster...

I gave myself to him and he gave me all my passion, so the head of the bed fights the end of the bed and hehe.

As soon as I opened my eyes the next day, the smell of rice wafted in from the door of the bedroom. My son wore a grizzly blue plaid apron like a little wife, and walked into the room with his loving breakfast, and then he was like a waiter. He waited on me like an old Buddha and took good care of me.

First he took a pillow to cushion my waist, then gave me a toothbrush filled with toothpaste, and a washbasin for me. Then, he wiped my face with a hot towel.

After I washed up and finished my love breakfast, this stinky and shameless person picked me up and went into the toilet. I had a look of incredulity on my face, and after I realized that he had changed his posture, he changed into the posture of "child peeing" Leave me wide open.

I'm so embarrassed, this mental illness! ! !

Before I could finish complaining in my heart, his whistle blew.

Hold! ! !

"Honey, don't be shy, pee, pee, when you're too old to move, I'll just pee you..."

When I am too old to move...

My heart is warm, my damned son is hypocritical, it makes me want to shed tears...

A pleasant day was spent between the two of us, and at night I felt better, so I got out of bed, walked slowly to the kitchen to peek at his cooking, and felt that my son was very attractive when he was cooking. Look every hard!

"Why don't you lie down on the bed and come here to get fucked again?"

That's... so vulgar, but I like it lol...

Without saying a word, I just leaned on the sliding door of the kitchen and looked at his pair of vegetable-chopping hands, thinking about how they walked over me before...

Suddenly he lost his breath.

Hey, it's really fucking like a wolf at thirty and forty like a tiger, the older you get, the hungrier you get.

It's obvious that my body can't take it anymore, but I'm still thinking about it, what a waste.

Zhang Liang has to concentrate on cutting vegetables, so he can't always turn his head to look at me, and then he can't help it, he always wants to turn his face to look at me.

I was fascinated watching him move, he was my first love, my only love so far.

I was nineteen when he was twenty, and my parents died in a car accident that year.I thought, if he hadn't hugged me with his not very strong arms every night, I would not have survived that bleak winter.

He saved me, I seduced him.