Pig feet are not human series

Who knew that the method was wrong, it frightened Zhang Liang, and even became a psychological shadow. After so many years, his face still appeared in front of Zhang Liang from time to time, lingering.

So, this is a beautiful misunderstanding...

"Why are you here?" Zhang Liang was quite surprised. He lay on the side of the boat, looking at the national treasure who was pushing the boat with gentle eyes, "You seem to have lost weight."

Guobao showed his head and smiled at him, his white teeth were deeply cleft, as if he was going to eat people.

Zhang Liang covered his heart, "Honey, you scared me."

The boat used the range of the storm, slowly settled down, cleared the clouds and mist, the sea breeze was blowing, and the sun shone down from the sky, everything seemed so beautiful.

(Finish)

forgive me this time

I fell in love with a slut, looking for someone behind my back every day.

I still don't understand why he can be so capable.

Can't I satisfy him?

No.

It's because he is too cheap, he likes the excitement of cheating, and also likes to be cherished by different people and fucked by countless people.

He's a bitch who can do his best.

I straightened my collar and looked at the handsome me in the mirror. I don’t look bad and my figure is good enough to satisfy him every day, but why isn’t he satisfied?

Today is Valentine's Day, my [-]-year anniversary with him, since we started junior high.

In junior high school, I was the class monitor who was good at studying, and he was the last transfer student. He pestered me every day to ask some idiotic questions and said he loved me over and over again.

On Valentine's Day he pulled me into a corner, took my hand and touched his chest, his heart, and he said "Listen, it's beating for you."

I stroked his body passively, and he held his hand and touched Bo Ran, and he said, "Look, it stood up for you."

Finally he took my hand and touched the mysterious place behind him, he said, "Touch it, it's wet for you."

I don't know what happened to me at the time, I believed his nonsense, like a little girl in love, with the happiest smile on the corner of my mouth.

I hugged him, and under his guidance, I entered his body with the most enthusiasm I had.

Use my most youthful place to enter the place where he is fucked softly.

He got me, and he didn't cherish it at first, and he came back very late every night, his body was full of alcohol, semen, and the smell of being hugged by a man.

At first I would say, don't do this next time.

He said, good.

In the first few days, he changed honestly, and continued to do what he should do later on.

Later I would say, please clean up the traces next time you finish it outside, and don’t let me know if it’s okay.

He said, good.

In the first few days, he did it perfectly, and he still did what he should do later.

Finally I finally recognized him, "We are not suitable, let's break up!"

He blinked and made sure that I wasn't joking, and he pulled my sleeves to reassure me after he packed his things, "Don't do this, I play with others, and you are true love. I only love you from beginning to end." You are alone. You should understand me, I am for our future, for our future house, all for you."

I once again believed his nonsense and immersed myself in the world he painted for me.

He started to come back very early, told me interesting stories about him going to work every day, gently took my hand, and stroked his whole body.

It's just that I'm no longer the fool who only believes in him, and my actions towards him are becoming more and more ruthless and faster.

Cried him to the sky and called his mother, crying and begging me not to do it, he will die.

But I didn't listen, it just aggravated the movements under me.

Because I saw the hickey on his back, his red and swollen hole.

He is a slut, I should have known it earlier, but why do I still fall for it every time.

Every time I mentioned breaking up, he would beg me hard.

The first time he said, forgive me this time, I won't do it next time.

The second time he said, forgive me this time, I will never dare again.

The third time he said, forgive me this time, only you really love me.

The fourth time he said, forgive me this time, don't leave me, I only have you.

The fifth time... the sixth time...

I softened my heart again and again and forgave him, but I will never trust him again.

Forgiving him the first time was love.

Forgive him the second time and still love him.

The third time to forgive him is to hate.

The fourth time...the fifth time...to forgive him is to hate him.

Yes, hate him, really hate him.

I hate why he is chasing me.

I hate why he didn't cherish it after he chased him.

I hate him for keeping me every time.

I hate myself why I believed him, if only I didn't believe his nonsense in the first place.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

I tore off the tie I had just tied and put it on again. This time I was very careful, and I was very serious round by round.

I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I was satisfied, because this is already the fourth time.

Finally, I looked in the mirror and made sure that I was handsome now before I walked out the door.

There is a flower shop at the door, very close to my home. I walked to the flower shop and bought a bunch of delicate roses.

Business is very good on Valentine's Day, the shopkeeper's mouth is crooked when he smiles, "The young man is so handsome, and the girlfriend is so happy."

There was a sneer at the corner of my mouth, but my mouth echoed, "Yes, he is very happy."

Soon I came to the bar where he worked, and I quickly found him under the gaze of a group of same-sex people. I refused the invitation of the same-sex people and walked towards him.

He was panting in the man's arms, trembling all over, with such a beautiful expression of enjoyment.

Finally he found me, hurriedly pushed away the man on his body, and walked up to me in full clothes, "Why are you here?"

I smiled, "Why can't I come? I'm here to give you flowers, today is Valentine's Day."

He pulled me by the sleeve and pulled me out of the bar, "It's not that you can't come, it's because I'm at work and I don't have time to accompany you during work hours."

"Oh..." I lengthened my voice and looked at him in surprise, "Does your boss not care about you fooling around with other men during working hours? You are free when you are with others, but not with me?"

"Are you angry?" He looked at me carefully. "Actually, you don't have to be angry. It's just a joke. You can't take it seriously. Don't mess around like a child. Don't take it to heart. I won't be with him."

I looked straight into his eyes and suddenly smiled, "It's true that you can't take it seriously. I've known you bitch for a long time. Nothing is real in your eyes."

He became angry from embarrassment, "Can you stop talking like this, I'm going to be angry."

I put the flower in my palm and rubbed it, and I laughed even happier.

He suddenly saw the flowers in my hand and said in surprise, "For me? It's so beautiful."

I said, yes.

I said, I miss you.

His ears were red, and he ran into the bar to explain without saying a word, and followed me home.

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The author has something to say: This article was written a long time ago, but I really like the melanistic pig's feet. I think he is not human, so I posted it.

forgive me this time two

We made love at home, I pressed him down, peeled the roses I bought and inserted them into his genitals, he gasped in pain.

But I have no pity for him, because I know that he is not worthy of my pity and sympathy.

I stuffed my tie into his mouth, he hummed and shook his head, but his eyes were full of desire.

I inserted my fingers into his hole and stirred vigorously and violently. It was already very difficult to insert four fingers, but I insisted on inserting my thumb as well.

I wanted to shove my whole hand in it, to take out his heart, to see if it was beating for me.

I pulled out my tie, "You're looking for a man again, your back is swollen."

He said, "I don't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore, you forgive me."

"But I don't believe it. Tell me, what should I do?" My voice was calm, without any lust.

He spoke in a pitiful tone, "Really, I won't dare in the future."

"But I still don't believe it. You have no sincerity at all. Let's do this! I will give you two choices. The first is to die with me. The second is to destroy your face, break your legs, and dig Your eyes. In this way, you will no longer have the capital to seduce people, you will no longer be able to go out to steal men, and you will no longer be able to look at other men." I looked straight at him, with seriousness and ruthlessness in my eyes.

He suddenly laughed, "Don't make such a joke, okay? I'm a little afraid of you."

I stared at him without a smile, "Do I seem to be joking?"

He suddenly struggled, "Wu Hao, you won't do it, right! How could you treat me like this."

"Yes, I will, so you can only stay by my side, tell me! Do you want to choose the first or the second." My voice was extremely cold, disrupting his thoughts.

He shook his head and shouted, "I don't want to die, I'm still young, you madman." He suddenly picked up the vase on the table and smashed it on my head.

boom!Blood dripped from my head, but I didn't even look at it. I just picked up the tiles scattered on the bed and scratched him again and again.

His screams were endless.

I said like a madman:

"Have your eyes gouged out, and you can no longer look at other people.

Scratch your face and you'll never be able to seduce anyone again.

Cut off your legs, and you can no longer go out and steal men.

After today you can only belong to me. "

He couldn't struggle anymore, his throat had been called hoarse by him, he could only pant and listen to my madness, listening to me torture him.

Because his eyes are blind, he can no longer look at other men.

His face was also disfigured and he could no longer seduce men.

He couldn't walk anymore because I cut his leg.

How can I be so cruel?

Why can I be so ruthless?

This is all he forced