paranoid personality disorder

I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and licked my hair by the way.

While sitting on the toilet to comfort myself, I saw the message from the doctor: "Can you tell me more about the situation?"

After I masturbated myself, after washing my hands, I thought about it for a while, and simply turned on the water and lay down in the bathtub.

Holding the mobile phone to send a message to the doctor, holding the mobile phone for a while, he hesitated, and decided to tell him: "I probably mentioned to you before that the reason I met him was because he interfered with me and my ex-partner, which caused me and my ex-partner. After the ex-partner broke up, I changed cities and met him because of some not-so-pleasant things."

I was pinching the phone and still thinking that I was really an idiot, looking at the blacked-out phone screen and waiting for the doctor's reply.

The bathroom door opened and I saw the man walk right in naked.

Seeing me soaking in the bathtub, he was so surprised that he came over and squatted by the bathtub and asked me, "Can I go in and take a bath together?"

I said: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. When he glanced at it, he found that it was a call from a doctor.

After thinking for a while, I reached out to take it: "Hello?"

Said over there: "Sorry, I hope I didn't bother you."

I was just about to tell Mo Qian to get out, when I saw this man stepped into the bathtub, he bent down and licked me, and touched me directly with his hand, after touching it for a while, he smiled and exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh, did you jerk yourself off here just now?"

I covered my phone with my hand and glared at him with a frown.

He squinted and smiled.

I raised my legs, pushed him away with the soles of my feet, and pressed against his chest, so that he would stop trying to approach me, then turned my head to the phone and said apologetically: "Sorry, I have some things here, can I Make an appointment to talk again."

The doctor was silent for a while, and it took me a long time to hear him respond: "Well, next Wednesday I will rest, and I will make an appointment to go to the coffee shop for a chat, is that okay?"

I held up my phone to respond, and caught a glimpse of the man with my feet on my chest, lowered his head, held my legs with both hands, stuck out his tongue and licked my ankles, lowered his eyes slightly, and drew a shadow from his eyelashes .

I responded and hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, I frowned and pressed down on my leg, stepped on his face directly, and then retracted my leg hard.

I pointed to the bathroom door: "Get out."

But he leaned forward, and slowly touched my calf with both hands, touching the root of my thigh, and his face came to me, and asked with a smile: "Are you playing literary love with others, and you are in the bathroom by yourself?" jerking off."

I was still admiring his brain circuit, he leaned over, lowered his head and gnawed on my collarbone, then looked up as if observing my expression, and smiled: "It's so strange, am I not as easy to use as your hands? "

He said that he put his hands around my already erect desire, lowered his head to touch for a while, and then suddenly turned around in the narrow bathtub.

He leaned over, his back pressed directly against my chest, and his buttocks were all on top of my hardened thing. He grabbed my two hands with both hands and guided him to walk towards his own thigh.

After he covered my hands, wrapped around his own thighs, and opened them with a little force, he turned his head and glanced at me, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of my mouth, and said softly: "You break my thighs, Then fuck me in front of the mirror, okay?"

I reached out and tightened his thigh.

His two legs have already hung on the edge of the bathtub, and his body is completely pressed against me with nowhere to go.

My things rubbed against the seam of his buttocks, a little tight and uncomfortable with nowhere to vent.

He turned his head and looked at me, still asking me loudly: "Is it okay, is it okay?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe, and the fire in my whole body was squeezed under my body, ready to explode at any time.

He was still asking himself over there, fishing down with one hand without hesitation, touching my things, and stuffing them directly into his hole along the water.

I felt like I had spent a lot of effort, trudging through a whole snowy area in the cold winter months to enter a warm and hot place, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

I saw him with his head up and his mouth open, as if he had stopped breathing.

Probably after slowing down for a while, I saw him laughing with the corners of his mouth curled up, the corners of his eyes and mouth showing a little smugness.

From my angle, I could see his bright red mouth that seemed to be moistened with water.

He lifted his hand back to hold my head, and in this posture, he pressed a kiss on the corner of my lips.

My mind became a little chaotic, as if all the steaming heat from the bathroom had entered my mind.

In a daze, he could only feel the hot and tight wrapping under his body.

It seems that only that place is the only real existence.

Sexual lust.

Gee.

Simply trying to stand up from the bathtub in the posture of hugging his thigh.

Fortunately, he was much lighter than he looked. Although it was a bit of effort, I managed to get him to the front of the mirror. He raised his head, squinted his eyes and snorted for a long time, then tried to open them.

He moaned and looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Move."

I couldn't help cursing in a hoarse voice: "Are you a fucking man, can I still hold you up?"

He muffled a laugh, stretched out his hand and touched the mirror, touching the place where the two of us intersected in the mirror.

That place is ferocious, and it looks obscene in front of the mirror with blurred water.

I was wedged inside him, his soft flesh enveloping me.

Life overlaps in this way.

I felt the hole under his body tighten, as if he wanted to swallow me in.

I tightened his thighs, trying to move my lower body, trying to bury myself deeper into another life.

He heard him groaning loudly as if taking drugs, the hand in front of the mirror was rubbing against the mirror, and then the knuckles were stretched suddenly, and the nails slid on the glass, making an unpleasant and harsh sound.

After a while, I heard him scream almost sharply, and I looked in the mirror. He was sweating profusely with his head hanging down, and there was a white cloud on the mirror.

I froze.

The person concerned also seemed to be stunned for a moment. He reached out to wipe something on the mirror, and said to himself with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "Why so fast."

I was panting heavily, this posture really made me unable to do anything.

Put him on the sink, knead his ass with your hands, and fuck him hard.

With one hand still resting on the mirror, he knelt on the sink, his buttocks pouted, his head bowed, and his moans were muffled in his throat.

I touched his waist and felt the tightness of the flesh on his lower abdomen. I pressed down and buried myself firmly in his body.

She broke his face, wiped the sweat from his head with the paper placed aside, and couldn't hold back the kiss after throwing away the paper.

He stuck out his tongue around me, moaning all the way to my throat.

After a while, he moved away with saliva, his eyes were slightly red because of lust, and he smiled and asked me: "You hit me."

I reached out and slapped his ass at his request, and when I heard him snort, I reached out and touched his front: "You won't ejaculate again, will you?"

He put one hand over my palm, his voice was a little intermittent, but still with a smile: "No, no."

I rubbed him along his hand for a while, and finally pulled out the thing I buried in his body, and turned him over, I saw his hair was wet with sweat, and the sweat slid down to cover his eyes, and he was almost open not open.

I hooked his chin: "Come on, hug my two legs."

He reached out and hugged his thigh, opened his mouth, and the tip of his tongue stuck out, as if he was asking for a kiss.

I bowed my head and kissed him, and stuck my things in again.

He opened his eyes suddenly, then narrowed them again following my movements, and moaned: "I can't hold my legs anymore." Then he moaned again, "Ahh, this is the first time I've had face-to-face sex."

I lowered my head, my head was buzzing, I felt that my eyes were covered with sweat, and it seemed that all the sweat had poured into my whole head.

I ducked and fucked, one hand rubbing against his erection, holding his mouth as he moaned about coming.

I moved a few times under myself.

He seemed to be rubbing uncomfortably for a while, even loosening the hands holding his thighs, and his legs tremblingly supported on the sink.

Amidst the roar in my mind, I let go of the finger that was pressing on his exit.

My own stuff went inside him at the same time he came out hard.

I lay my head on his chest for a while, then picked him up and put him in the bathtub. When he stood up, he hugged my neck and kissed me for a long time. After letting go, he pointed to his lower body: "ah, the first I ejaculated once during sex with you."

I paused, feeling that this remark made me a little embarrassed, as if my sex skills were not up to standard.

I reached out and touched his head, and glanced at his fingers under me to handle the thing I shot in. After thinking for a while, I buried my head and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you say that it's the first time I'm at the same time as you?" shoot out."

He looked up at me, blinking slowly.

It seemed a little dazed.

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