C100 (1/2)
Zhang Zhihui was lifted up and placed on the Washing Water Cushion under the shower faucet. It was arranged in four directions;
The beautiful Tian Fang, the one who was taught by Jiang Lili, the section head of the third subsection at the Seventh section, the jade sculpture of Tian Fang; like a god, he lies down on the ground under the driver Zhang Zhihui's crotch, allowing him to scan his skin with a wolf-like gaze.
If browsing is a bit vulgar, then it seems appropriate to switch to appreciation.
There was a song called ”A woman is a water man is a mountain” that was sung like this:
One way to walk through a world of sorrow,
Two streams of tears flowed down his face.
Broken dreams drift before dawn,
His trembling heart was connected with the wind and snow.
A song strikes a chord between you and me,
The sky was filled with stars that illuminated the cold and warm world.
The moon in the window thinks on the branches,
The person by the pillow hung in his mind.
If a woman is a water man, then he is a mountain.
The mountains and rivers depend on the hands of men and women.
How many years of wind and snow,
Happiness will come to you.
A song strikes a chord between you and me,
The sky was filled with stars that illuminated the cold and warm world.
”Women are water men are mountains” sings out the true love between men and women, in other words: women are flowers men are bees, women blooming brilliantly is the hope of bees to pick.
Zhang Zhihui might not be an expert in picking flowers, but he seemed to be just a little bit away from becoming an expert in picking flowers.
”Men are wolves, women are sheep.” These words were a little bold, but it also made sense. Otherwise, why would a woman be as soft as mud and let a man knead her?
The man who was kneading the ball of mud was now completely a wolf. His eyes shone with a sinister light; he grabbed the ball of mud and swung it around at will.
After the clump of mud turned into a lamb, the wolf opened its bloody mouth and immediately started crazily biting and ramming its teeth into her neck.
The lamb in the wolf's death bit no pain and no blood flow, but a comfortable enjoyment.
A dream with a rainbow under the teeth of a wolf; a dream? Putting up a long pole, to the more green parts of the grass, loaded with a boat full of starlight, in the starlight, singing.
But lambs can not sing, moaning is the flute of song. The Summer Bug was the lamb in silence, silence was tonight's Bridge of Helplessness! The stealthily lamb departed, as she had come stealthily; she waved her sleeve, not taking a cloud with her.
In the copulation between wolf and sheep, both men and women can read the taste of Xu Zhimo's ”Barely the Bridge of Kangqiao”.
The night was quiet and deep, and the frogs on the other side of the pond were croaking louder in the silence and the owl on the ridge was singing louder.
Zhang Zhihui anxiously grabbed onto a bath towel and squatted in front of Tian Fang's naked skin. No, it would be more accurate to say that he was kneeling in front of the Angel Goddess.
The little white umbrella on the Zhang Zhihui private part that was kneeling in front of the Goddess of Heaven, was illuminated by the light in the dense water vapor.
His little white umbrella was a patent for men, with his little white umbrella at the top. Zhang Zhihui's eyes shone with a fiery light, and he couldn't continue rubbing the towel in his hands. He could only stare at the beautiful jade sculpture of the Angel Goddess with his greedy eyes, from top to bottom, and from left to right.
A droplet of saliva flowed out from the corner of Zhang Zhihui's mouth, accurately landing on the full red dot on Tian Fang's chest.