Are you there?brat

I don't quite know what he thinks.

It's quite shocking... It turns out that I have such a good image in his eyes.

His photography skills should have been specially practiced, I reached out and took a random photo: "Wow... I feel pretty handsome for the first time..."

He defended in a low voice: "I always thought you were pretty good..."

Maybe later on we both wore vests and big underpants, and he thought I was so handsome that I could walk the Victoria's Secret catwalk with a sack.

I followed the row of clips until I saw the last one.

That one shows me holding my shirt sleeves and giving advice to others with a smile on my face, which is probably my most serious appearance.

I rubbed his head: "Which one do you like best?"

It was indeed the one from the internet cafe.

I'm curious why I didn't finish the drawing. The line draft is all ready, so the drawing should be quite fast.

He picked up the paintbrush and lightly filled in the colors: "At that time, I hadn't moved to your place, and I watched the sun hit the easel in front of the window every day, and then I thought about what colors should be stacked on it. The light is bad, and I don’t even have the courage to finish it, and you are willing to let me live there, so I stopped working.”

You mean to blame me for not letting you finish the painting!

I pointed to the paper pasted on the door again: "Then why did you put a sticker to keep people from entering?"

He was very aggrieved: "I don't even let her in during normal hours."

All right, all right, your home is up to you.

I scratched my head and went back to his bedroom, went to get the clothes in the bag and planned to take a shower.He leaned against the door: "I thought you...would be angry."

I looked up suspiciously: "Why are you angry?"

He scratched the door frame and said in a low voice, "Just... secretly filming..."

I'm not a big girl with yellow flowers! Why are you afraid of sneaking pictures!

Patting him on the shoulder, I dug out the ugly photos and emoticons taken by my brother and other colleagues from my mobile phone, why am I coming to ruin you today, just stand up, you stinky Que doesn't even want to talk to you, Er Que, a bitch like you, can fight in a row...

Compared with them, my brother's camera technology and filter bonus are simply too strong!

After reading it, he took my phone away, and by the way exported all of them for himself, and uploaded them to the cloud album.

...Hey hey hey! That's too much!

I pretended to reach out to snatch it, but he pressed against the door.

He kissed me: "I'm not happy."

eh? why are you unhappy?

He was wronged again: "Why do I have it now."

...what, you still have to blame me!

Hey, the son of a bitch is not good, he will bark his teeth!

I patted him on the shoulder: "Be obedient, let me take a shower."

While I was there rubbing my hair he came in with a bottle of lube.

OK, I know you're fucking ready.

He hesitantly walked around behind me, put his arms around my waist, and leaned his chin on my shoulder: "Am I coming or...you?"

I showered his hands with the shower nozzle: "You want to do it here?"

Of course it is not.

So I cleaned it up by myself, shook my head after cleaning it up, wrapped myself in a towel and went out.

He wants to do it on the ground.

Hey, should I be glad that his house is carpeted and has underfloor heating?

In order to avoid getting dirty on the carpet, he even pulled a quilt over, and I sat on the quilt and patted it: "Usually you live alone... Besides the part-time workers, doesn't your brother come here?"

He sat down next to me, and then bit my shoulder: "Well, he doesn't come. Sometimes I stay in school until night, and I just sleep when I come back."

I sighed a little: "I thought you would have a few servants at home...the ones who just open the door and say welcome home."

"...The one you mentioned may be an AI robot."

"It may also be the automatic welcome machine hanging at the door of the store."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and hugged him and kissed him hard for a while, licking my tongue along his gums bit by bit.

When he became interested, he reached out and touched my thigh, and twisted it gently.

Is this still good?

I was just about to ride on him when I suddenly thought about a key question.

It is also very troublesome to wash the quilt!

Then I jumped to my feet and rushed back to his bedroom to get the disposable sheets out of my bag.

Yes, I am prepared.

I had a smug look on my face, and he slapped the quilt with a smile: "Brother, why are you so funny?"

huh?

I'm serious! The most annoying thing in my life is washing the quilt!

With the sheets removed and spread over the comforter, I feel ready and ready to go!

He laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and I rubbed my head: "Is...is it so funny?"

He shook his head and said no, and then I perked up again.

Is it normal for adults to come to some restricted-rated pictures?

I am also a normal man who needs to meet his physical needs!

He put his arms around me, put my back on the sheet, and then carefully separated my legs, sucking my meat penis gently, and I screamed there, rubbing his face with the inside of my thigh.

After licking and shooting me, he got up, turned off the main light in the living room, and left a star lamp, which was dimly lit.I have to say that the atmosphere suddenly became very ambiguous.

I licked his Adam's apple, impatiently wrapping my legs around his waist, trying to get him to go deeper, to make my desire peak.

As he pushed me down, he panted and pressed it against my ear, hesitating for a moment, I turned my head and licked him lightly.

Hmm... I don't know why, but I feel very erotic.

But... really want to... be a little more crazy.

He half-dragged me, half-hugged me, and pressed me against the window.Some parts of the window were not separated by curtains, and it was so cold that I shuddered, sobbing and shouting "cold", he panicked, and hurriedly wanted to change another place.

Finally, I lay down on the sofa, and he separated my legs from behind, and slammed into me again.

At that moment, my head was blank, and my body subconsciously tightened up, wanting to keep the sudden flesh organ for a while longer.

I don't know how long we have been doing it, it feels like we have tried every place in the living room, even the coffee table.In fact, he knows those kinds of postures. No matter how difficult it is, I don't like it, and he finds it troublesome.

Casually went to the bathroom and flushed again, he helped me in that set of panties.I half-closed my eyes and heard him mutter: "Why is it a triangle..."

Hmm? What's the matter, you boxers still look down on my briefs?

He looked into my eyes and tried to explain: "Don't you feel tight in the briefs..."

I really don’t think it’s tight! As a big man, I secretly buy the same style of pantyhose for my younger sisters during the winter! I don’t feel that tight!

Besides... aren't boxers worn when swimming?

He felt that he gave up communicating with me: "Actually... it's more convenient to wear boxer pants, for example, someday I want to..."

He stopped talking, no matter how much I teased and threatened me, he stopped talking.

Hey, my brother has a little secret and something on his mind, and he doesn't want to share it with me.

cry cry.