The way to love your wife

033 Pottery

We continued to celebrate the next day.He gave me such a big gift on Children's Day, and I can't favor one over another.

I led him around for a while, and then wandered into a pottery bar.

In an instant, the "artistic breath" came to the face.Zhang Liang has always thought that this kind of place is for children to cultivate their sentiments, such as parents leading them to be a big wolf or a happy goat, so he is not particularly cold.

The originally shining eyes also instantly dimmed. I was dissatisfied, so I raised my eyes and asked him: "What expression do you have? Show your face to Dad?"

My son was very knowledgeable and practical, and immediately stretched out his arms and hugged me, and slightly lowered his head against my ear to please him: "Look at your crooked appearance! You are an elder, you have to let me, a junior, come here, give your son a sweet scent." ………”

He spoke brazenly, and really just held my face and gave me a big hug in full view of everyone.

I was still a little uncomfortable with the crowd, my heart was beating hard, so I hurriedly pushed him away, and kept a distance from him without silver 300 taels.

He smirked, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear: "Da Baoer, I just like the little eyes you stare at me, hard/!"

I was irritated by his teasing, so I went to the front desk to open a single room in disgrace. The price was a bit expensive, but it was very private.

After entering, I went straight to the point, took off my coat and only put on a one-piece apron over a white shirt, then sat on the futon and started to shape.

Zhang Liang didn't keep up with the rhythm. He paced back and forth and observed in the room with a total of less than seven meters but very arty decoration.

I was too lazy to pay attention to him, and sat on the ground "making mud" on my own, and I had a great time after a while.

After 10 minutes, the work in my hand took shape, a straight piece that was shaped to life by my skillful hands.

It's a pity that that idiot Zhang Liang didn't pay attention. He was standing in a corner to answer the phone at the moment. After May [-]th, their unit is busy. It's not surprising that they arrange a one-stop service for big customers.

I looked down at the "giant/cannon" in my hand, and thought it was a bit too standard, why don't I lengthen it by three/five centimeters?

Thinking of this, I dug a handful of clay and paste it on the smooth column/body, and then opened/rolled it up and down.

Zhang Liang didn't know when he finished answering the phone, quietly sat down behind me, put his hands under my armpits on my chest, bit my ear and lingered with me: "Little pervert/ghost, flirting again ………”

I remained calm, but the hands that shaped the "golden cudgel" kept moving up and down, as if what I was holding was not a lump of mud, but a really big stick.

He made small moves behind my back, poked my waist, pinched my chest, and ravaged/tormented me with his hands.

"Hmph, let me hear Da Baoer..." He pressed on my shoulder and bewitched me gently, his tongue/tip/licked my neck.

With a shake of my hand, the "Tianzhu" instantly became the "Eiffel Tower", leaning down to one side. I couldn't let go, otherwise the stick would have to be broken and pulled down.

Zhang Liang was sure that I didn't want to give up all my previous efforts, so he tossed and rubbed me more and more brazenly, calling Dabao'er Dabao'er in my ear, I felt that my soul was taken away by him.

The apron was still hanging on me, but it was crooked.He unbuttoned several of the shirt buttons inside, and the hem of the clothes was also very irregular, the buckle of the belt under the abdomen was undone, and the zipper that opened the door on the front of the trousers was also torn open.

He shook my head from behind like he was kidnapping a hostage, his palms were warm and strong, as if he was going to tear me into pieces.

The room was too small, and waves of heat hit our faces.My hands were covered with mud and I couldn't move, so I could only hold them like that.

Sitting on the ground with legs crossed like a child, in front of him is a big/stick that has failed in workmanship and is still spinning back and forth, with his head drooping and flying back and forth, there are some bottles and cans at his feet, and behind him is a big tail that suddenly turned into a beast Wolf, he wants to eat me......

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