paranoid personality disorder

I don't know if it was because of the use of the urethral tube that time, but every time he made love later, his things were lying there half soft and not hard, which looked a little pitiful.

I grabbed his ankles with both hands and made him sit facing me, with the thing cocked up in the dark jungle below.

I straightened my lower body, went deeper into his body, and sneered: "It's really useless."

Instead, he clamped the back tightly with a smile, and smiled with his head up: "Anyway, you only need to use the back."

I shot into him and gave him a push, and he dawdled for a moment to stand up, took a few pieces of paper and wiped himself down.

I lay down and watched him tidy up for a while, turned over and picked out a small vibrating egg from the drawer, and patted the bed: "Come here."

He glanced sideways at me and moved over.

I poked a finger into his squishy backside, which was still muddy with semen.

I took the vibrating egg and stuffed it in, and pressed my fingers deep into it.

He frowned and remained silent for a long time.

I stretched out my hand, touched his forehead covered with thin layer of sweat, and looked at him with a smile: "Then I'll ruin your back too."

I frowned, and I stretched out my hand to turn on the switch of the vibrating egg, and saw him open his mouth suddenly, his body fell down, his hands clenched into fists and put on the bed, after a while, he seemed to get used to it, he looked at me sideways, the corners of his eyes Flying wet, the corners of his mouth curled up and said: "Okay."

I touched his head, then stretched out my hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and leaned closer to him: "Then I'll throw you away."

He paused for a moment, and I directly turned the Vibrator to the highest gear, and I could hear the humming and vibrating sound in his body even sitting here.

He huddled into a ball, and the groan sounded like it couldn't be restrained. That's it, and he still had to speak, but his voice was broken intermittently: "Okay, ha, ha, ah, ha, then you I'll play badly."

I reached out to turn off the vibrating egg, and pulled it out. He was lying on the bed, his whole body limp and motionless.

I sat aside and looked at his embarrassment: "You are so cheap."

Hearing him laugh, his voice was muffled: "It seems a little bit."

I went out to take a shower, and when I came back, I saw him still lying on the bed, reached out and patted him, and heard a few moans, it seemed that he fell asleep straight away.

I rolled over and wrapped myself in the blanket.

After tossing and turning for a while, I still sat up from the quilt.

He is a pervert, so I can't turn myself into a pervert because of this.

After shaking in the living room for a while, he went to the bathroom to bring out a basin of hot water, entered the room, and saw that he was still lying on his stomach, already in a deep sleep.

Or dizzy?

I stood by the bed and looked at his naked body for a long time. I saw his slightly red buttocks that should have been hit for a long time, and saw the red, swollen and muddy hole.

Squatting down and squeezed a towel, wiped his back, put it in the water and rubbed it again, and opened the gap between his buttocks. It was obvious that this person trembled in his sleep.

The hot and humid towel covered his red and swollen hole. With the towel, his fingers carefully poked a little in and wiped it off.

After taking it out, the towel was thrown into the water. Maybe it was too violent, and it couldn't be dealt with inside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching for a while, this man was paralyzed here like a dead body.

He tugged at his hair annoyed.

I went to the toilet and poured water, came back and turned on the bed, sat on the bed, before thinking for 2 minutes, the man who was obviously paralyzed like a corpse before, came over with both hands and hurt my waist, and looked at me sideways , through the dim moonlight, you can see the smiling face of this person.

After a while, I adjusted my head position, sticking to my waist, and didn't speak.

I was silent for a while, and said, "Since you're awake, let's deal with the rest yourself."

He doesn't speak.

I fed it, and heard his sticky voice as if he was asleep: "It's okay, whatever, just forget it if it's broken."

Laughed at me, and pushed my nose to my face.

I got up and pulled him, and took him to the bathroom.

After dismantling the shower head and knocking on the sink, he tilted his head and lay down obediently, his buttocks sticking out.

I adjusted the temperature of the water, and carefully sent the things in, feeling that the water was slowly entering his body.

After a long time, I heard him say: "Enough, enough."

I saw in the mirror that he was looking at me from there, his brow was sweating and his nostrils were flaring.

I turned off the water and said blankly: "Hold on."

He snorted.

I pulled out the tube and saw him contracting his hole desperately. I opened the toilet lid, and he hesitated and shuffled to sit on the toilet.

I saw that his lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and I didn't know if he had been fed too much just now.

After a long time, seeing him sitting quietly on the toilet, the expression on his face became very unbearable.

I looked at him for a while: "What?"

He paused for a while: "You, go out."

I sneered.

Accompanied by my laughter, there was a rustling sound of him smashing into the toilet.

I reached out and pressed the flush button of the toilet, and he sat on it with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Strange, he can do anything shameless, so he won't feel embarrassed.

I glanced at him: "Is it clean?"

He looked up at me and nodded obediently.

I took out two pieces of paper and handed them to him: "Wipe it, pour it again."

He hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand to wipe his underside, stood up slowly, turned around, and I picked up something and stuffed it under him.

After pouring like this for a long time, I still wondered if I didn't boil the water. The man didn't stop yelling, and when he pulled his face, he saw that his face was all white, and his lips were all white.

I was taken aback, and the moment I pulled out the thing, the thing that this person poured in came out directly, splashing around the toilet, on the floor, and even some on me.

Fortunately, it was almost cleaned, and some clean water was sprayed out.

I frowned and dodged, probably because I lost my strength to support him, he slid down and hit the toilet, and fell directly to the floor after failing to sit still.

He curled up and didn't speak, and I couldn't even hear his breathing.

The hole below is still shrinking, as if trying to restrain the little water inside from flowing out.

After a while, I was thinking that I should take another shower.

But suddenly I heard the sobs of the man curled up on the floor who tried his best to restrain himself. I tried to restrain myself, but I still couldn't help but hear it.

Somewhat strange.

He squatted down and pulled his naked body regardless of the mess on the floor.

It took some effort to pull him over.

Seeing his eyes open, tears kept coming out, biting his lips fiercely, suppressing his sobs, and closing his eyes suddenly after seeing me.

I squatted aside, somehow feeling a little funny.

Changed the shower head in the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and sprayed it on him. He shook his body, closed his eyes, and tears mixed with the water flow.

I washed him with water for a while, and after thinking about it, I simply took off myself.

I squeezed some body wash and pulled him up with one hand. He closed his eyes and huddled on the floor, no matter how hard I tried, he couldn't get up.

I knelt down and asked him, "Is the back row clear?"

He whimpered and turned his head the other way.

Inexplicably, I felt strangely cute.

I guess I must be fucking sick.

Carrying his motionless body lying on the floor, she pressed it against her body, rubbed shower gel on him, and compared her fingers to his constricted hole.

It should have been cleaned up.

I also wiped some shower gel on myself, and after rinsing it off with water, I took a big bath towel and threw it on him: "Get up."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes were so red that they almost seemed to be bleeding.

Holding the bath towel, I climbed up from my lap, sat on the ground and lowered my eyes.

I dried myself off with a towel, brushed my hair and looked back to see him still sitting motionless on the floor.

"What?" I asked him.

"It's nothing." Hearing his hoarse voice, he didn't move his posture.

I put down the towel I was wiping my hair on and walked over to him, but he still didn't move.

After thinking for a while, I squatted down and opened my hands in his direction: "Come or not?"

He raised his eyes to look at me, his red and swollen eyes were full of consternation, when I was about to put down my arms in embarrassment, he stretched out his arms and put his arms around my neck, almost hitting my body arms.

I picked him up from the ground with some effort, and when I threw him on the bed, I pulled the wet towel that wrapped him up.

She reached out and pulled the quilt over him directly.

He went out to tidy up the bathroom, turned off the light, and returned to his room.

When I went to bed, I saw his eyes closed, his lips tightly pursed, even a little blood oozing, and his eyes were a little swollen by the bright light in the room.

It looked pitiful.

I turned off the light in the room sideways, lifted the quilt, and lay on the side.

I felt that the person next to me came over, hugged one of my arms with both hands, and then stopped moving.