paranoid personality disorder

Some feelings are very strange, very deformed, very unreasonable.

A derivative of sex, very vexatious and vulnerable.

The reason is stuck in place, but the body is about to move forward.

I was pulled into the room by him, he turned on the light and closed the door with a smile, sat on top of my body and applied lubricating fluid on the back of himself, and asked in his mouth, "Do you want to, huh?"

I really wanted to lift my leg and kick him to the sky, but I grabbed his crotch and slammed it down.

He took a deep breath and smiled slightly with a pale face: "It's so urgent."

I covered his face with my hand, and tried my best to say in a cold voice, "Turn around, I don't want to see your face."

He paused and smiled, "Okay."

As he spoke, he raised his hips slightly, leaving me with a shallow head at the entrance, changed direction in this posture, and sat down.

I looked at his bare back, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and some old wounds that I didn't know what caused it were printed on it lightly, and I couldn't see it clearly if I didn't look carefully.

He propped his hands on the bed, just sat on my body up and down, panting heavily while smiling and asked: "How about it, do you want to?"

I said, "I miss you paralyzed."

He paused for a while, holding me under my chest, and after a while, he burst out laughing, then bent down suddenly, and kissed my lap: "Don't think about my mother, think about me. "

I was so ashamed by what he said, I grabbed his back and pushed him to move.

He hummed and groaned twice, straightened up, raised his head, and snorted: "Ah, Lin Shen has a special smell on the bed. He looks quite abstinent, right? I forced him to fuck on the bed Sometimes, he bites really tight on the back, and he's so cute when he whines when he fucks hard."

I was stunned when I heard that, why, is it his new habit to talk about having sex with others on the bed?

Tsk tsk, there is no bottom line for perversion, right?

I turned him over, let his buttocks stick out, pressed the upper half of his body hard on the bed, and sent it into his body.

Ha, ha gasped and moaned twice, and still said over there: "I especially like to fuck him from the front, seeing his red eyes, face red, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, the way he climaxes, especially nice."

I fucked hard into his hole, wanting him to eat me whole with every blow.

He moaned louder, ahhhh he said intermittently: "I also like to let him hold his thighs and watch the hole under him eat my dick, every time he clamps it It's so tight, I can see him shaking from his arms to his thighs when I'm fucking slow, and he'll whine and cry and tell me to hurry up and fuck him hard."

I pulled out my stuff, flipped him over, pulled his legs apart and fucked hard again.

He blinked, his whole face was flushed with lust, humming, he suddenly raised his arms and hugged me, and licked my ears for a while, he smiled and said: "He was like that when you fucked him Is it?"

I stretched out my hand to push his hand against my body, lowered my head and kept fucking like this, sweat dripped down my cheeks onto his lower abdomen, and then slowly slid down with the movement, soaking into the bed sheet.

The sheets became damp.

He hummed and squinted his eyes and moaned, as if he was very happy.

I slowed down my movements, lowered my body and slowly pressed into his body, leaned forward and told him: "Slow down your groaning, Xu Zhao is sleeping next door."

When I said this, I saw the eyes of this moaning happy man opened a slit, his voice stopped, his body paused for a second, and the underside of my stuff was clamped tightly.

Almost didn't shoot me directly, and withdrew, the man put his legs on my back, twisted behind my back, stopped me from evacuating, and asked with a smile: "Is that so, let's play together , how lively the crowd is.”

I squinted at him for a while, then snorted coldly: "Who the hell is like you."

He snorted and clamped my back hole even tighter, almost like he was going to pinch me off, I broke his legs hanging behind me, pressed on the base of my thighs, and fucked hard After a dozen shots, it shot directly into his body.

It was found that his thing was still straight and straight, and he hadn't ejaculated yet.

After pulling it out, I glanced at his baby: "Why, has it changed from premature ejaculation to delayed ejaculation?"

He laughed twice, crawled to take out a tissue to wipe his semen-draining hole, and said while wiping: "I can go to the next door later and play with Ah Nuo."

I looked at him coldly: "What's your relationship with Lin Shen?"

He lowered his head and said nonchalantly, "It's a couple relationship."

I was a little out of breath: "Do you really have no sense of morality and shame, Mo Qian?"

He laughed twice, raised his hand and said, "Yes." He laughed with a little thumb, "About that much."

It suddenly occurred to me that this person once performed such a pose in front of me.

When did that happen?

What is it.

Oh.

He asked me if I liked him that much.

That's all.

I squinted at him for a long time.

When he saw that his movements of wiping his lower body slowed down, and the erect penis in front of him also gradually softened, he glanced at me sideways: "Why?" Then he said with a smile, "I found myself falling in love with me." ?”

I took the quilt and covered his face directly, walked to him and pressed him on the bed: "Don't be an idiot." I took out a tissue and wiped him after him. Erected, I patted my thigh, the man's face was covered by the quilt, and his legs were bent.

It's as if I can do whatever I want.

I reached out and rubbed his erect genitals, and rubbed him for a while, then he groaned and ejaculated.

His head was still stuffed under the blanket.

I lifted the quilt covering his face and saw that his face was flushed from suffocation.

After squinting at him for a while, he said, "Do you want to take a bath?"

He smiled and raised his hands: "Will you carry me?"

I said, "Go away."

He got up by himself and was ready to go out naked to the bathroom.

This idiot, I threw my clothes and pants on him: "Put on your clothes and go out, idiot."

He grinned, opened the door and went out.

I sat on the bed and thought for a long time.

How to say.

Dr. Lin said he had an histrionic personality, antisocial personality disorder?

The starting point for things is purely for fun?

Is it fun?

What's the fun?

In order to let me step by step into that so-called trap?

and then?

What about after he's in, to show me how successful he is, or to see how miserable I am?

wrong.

When he started with Xu Zhe to destroy my relationship with Xu Zhe, he had already succeeded.

What is the reason for appearing in front of me again, the acceptance result?

As a result, after pestering me for so many days, when I saw Dr. Lin, I shifted my position very quickly?

So I found a new game goal?

So what happened to him showing up at my house again today.

Why, he is smiling and sabotaging every relationship I have.

And fucking sick of letting me do whatever I want almost to a large extent?

This stupid brain circuit is completely incomprehensible.

Putting aside the fact that there is no sense of morality at all, sometimes it can even be said that there is no dignity and no bottom line.

Morbidly generally doing whatever I want.

Wait, what did Dr. Lin say when I went to see him?

He said he couldn't tell whether the one I was talking about was the real Mo Qian or the one shown in front of him was the real Mo Qian.

This person behaved like a normal person in front of the doctor?

Correct.

When this idiot and Xu Zhe appeared in front of me repeatedly, he was definitely not the neurotic person he is now.

So, what the hell is going on here?

My mind is a little messy, and it's tangled together in a mess.

Squinting his eyes and looking at his palms, the palms were a little peeled due to the dry weather.

Did he once say it in a playful way, just to make me happy?

So he thinks looking like a retard can make me happy?

Wait, did he just ask me—

"Is that what you do when you fuck him in bed?"

……

The client happened to be wearing my clothes and pushed the door in. He climbed onto my bed with wet hair, leaned against the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

I turned around and wanted to move. He was hooking my sleeve with a finger. He seemed to have come to his senses by my movement. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me. After a while, he seemed to react and said with a smile: "Ah , It seems that I haven't slept well recently."

As he spoke, he got under the quilt, and his wet hair slid a water mark on the pillow.

I said, "Go get your hair dry."

He half-closed his eyes, shook his head on the pillow, and suddenly stretched out his hands to wrap around my arms, and murmured softly, "Let me sleep for a while, just for a while."

I feel like I've made a mistake somewhere.

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In fact, the self-analysis of the previous chapter and the self-analysis of this chapter were not there when I first wrote it, but they were added in at the end. This kind of feeling is like pulling out the details that have been written, and I feel that I am cheating on the number of words. XD, but if you don’t bring out the details, it will give people a kind of stupid host who writes a letter and Ma Youxuan looks like he doesn’t care about the plot. In order to be serious about his logic, he still wrote it down. XD