paranoid personality disorder

One day, I was doing things meticulously with my computer in my arms.

Mo Qian was dangling in front of me in his panties, which were still tight and triangular, wrapping his buttocks upright.

I stare straight at the computer.

endure.

The next day, I was still holding the computer and working meticulously.

That idiot Mo Qian walked around beside me with nothing on.

I stare at my computer.

Hold on.

On the third day, I still held my computer and worked meticulously.

That idiot was wearing nothing but a piece of black silk under his body, dangling in front of me.

I fucking keep going.

On the fourth day, I hugged my computer and worked meticulously.

He came out of the room, wearing a suspender dress with black stockings, and walked around me.

I.

I can't fucking take it anymore.

He closed the computer and roared, "Fuck off, what kind of monster are you?"

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It took a lot of days to finish the assigned work, and I went to a long distance to hand in the work. Thinking of the mental retardation of Mo Qian in the past few days, an unknown fire came out of my heart.

When I got off the plane and rushed home, I was still thinking that this person could resist not calling me.

This is progress.

Entering the house with the starlight on one end, seeing him sitting obediently on the sofa, seeing me coming back and beckoning to me with a smile: "Come."

I put my luggage, closed the door, and walked over curiously.

When I approached the sofa, I saw him holding something in both hands, offering it in front of my eyes like a treasure, and looking at me.

I looked down.

His ID?

I looked at him: "what?"

He pointed to the position of the date with one finger, and said with a smile: "Look here, what's the date today?"

I took a closer look and pondered for a while: "Oh, what's your birthday today?"

I sat next to him and looked at him: "Go out for a meal?"

He shook his head.

I said: "What?"

He leaned close to me, almost slapped my ID card on my face, and said with a smile, "It's my birthday."

I said, "Well, happy birthday."

He looked at me: "Is there any gift?"

I was silent, and reached out to take his ID card. This person's ID photo is quite nice.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and said with a smile, "I knew it wasn't."

For the sake of his birthday, I leaned over and hooked his chin, gave him a kiss, then slipped into his sleeve and asked him, "How can I compensate you?"

He laughed twice, jumped off the sofa, entered the room, and came out with some clothes.

Come to me and unfold the clothes.

She compared me with style, and then said, "How about you in women's clothing? I want to see you in women's clothing."

I glanced at the clothes in his hands.

fuck it.

Women's clothing is women's clothing, can't it be normal, this is just like the school uniform of middle school students in Japanese comics, okay?

I imagined myself wearing this.

terrible.

Just horrible.

As soon as he raised his eyes and stared at him, he reached for his ID card and put it in front of my eyes: "It's my birthday today."

I snorted and asked him, "Why, how long has it been planned?"

Judging by the size of the clothes, it is impossible to buy them on a whim.

He compared the clothes in front of me: "Well, I can compare your shoulder width, waist and hip data with just my hands."

I glanced at the clothes he sent straight to me, and smiled at him: "What about after I put it on?"

He chuckled twice: "I'll lift up your skirt and fuck you."

I didn't speak.

He immediately changed his words: "You lift up your skirt and fuck me."

I took the clothes over and touched his face: "Tonight I can only stop if I say stop."

Don't fuck him up, he really treats me as impotent.

He sneered a few times, and pretended to say, "Oh, then you have to stop if you don't shoot once."

I pinched his chin and said nothing.

I took off my clothes directly in front of him, and then changed into the clothes he gave me.

Don't tell me, if the size is changed, I won't feel uncomfortable wearing it.

But what the hell it looks like, then I don't know.

He watched me change and laughed twice, stretched out his hand to touch my belly, put his body on my body, put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "It's so sexy."

I sneered.

He hooked his tongue out and licked my ear, and his voice sounded sticky into my ears: "You can really look like a girl with a wig on."

I reached out and hugged him, pushed him on the sofa, touched his collarbone with my hand, and asked him, "Are you ready?"

You owe me so much, and I really want to make it up this time.

He sneered twice, stretched out his hand to untie his clothes, hooked his feet on my thighs, and said with a smile: "Ah, why don't you tie me up?"

I reached out and patted his two legs, and after he put them down reluctantly, I reached out and turned him over, took off his home pants, and put them on his thighs together with his underwear.

I patted my butt and pressed it up.

He kept turning his head back, as if he wanted to look at me, his upper body was trying to turn to me, and he muttered over there: "I want to watch you do it, it doesn't make sense to let you wear a woman's dress , I can't see it yet."

I reached out and bit his bare back.

He sneered twice, but still insisted on turning over.

I straightened up and let him roll over, and as soon as he rolled over, his legs hung on me.

Stopped by me, I lifted my skirt, looked at him and said in a low voice, "Take off my pants."

He reached out and touched my panties for a while, then took them off for me, and just about to touch my erection, I put down my skirt and took his hand out.

He clicked his tongue twice.

I pushed him on the armrest of the sofa, reached out and touched under him, he squinted his eyes, looked at him and said, "Come on, hug your legs."

He wrapped his hands around his thighs, opened them and faced me very calmly.

I licked my mouth, lowered my body to bite on his Adam's apple for a while, and reached for the condom and lube.

As soon as he took out the condom, he raised his head and bit it directly, then spat on the floor and said with a smile: "I want to cum inside, I want to scatter all your hot semen in my body."

I think he can still tease me like this for this sake, Ganqing really treats me as impotent.

So I silently took the lubricating fluid, squeezed it under him, and heard his breathing became rough, and said, "Come in."

When I inserted myself in, I heard him panting and moaning, then restrained and kept a steady voice and sneered: "What, it's not deep enough."

I feel like listening to him, the blood rushes to my brain.

She reached out and squeezed his nipples twice, then opened his thighs and sent herself in hard.

Hearing his suppressed groans, he could still tease me when he had time, saying what my husband is, so big, husband, you are so good, I want more of my husband.

I lowered my head to cover his lips, licked his sweaty face, and told him: "Don't worry, my husband will give you all in a while."

He let out a sound, and shot it directly, complaining in a low voice: "What, you fouled."

I ignored him, let him turn over directly, kneaded his buttocks with both hands, and continued to push in hard, trying to reach the innermost part of him every time.

See how he is still showing off.

He buried his head on the sofa, the louder he moaned, he kept moaning and said, "Well, it's great, my bottom is so itchy, ah, um, I need a big stick to stop it itch."

I stretched out my hand and spanked his butt twice, and rubbed his waist vigorously. After he grunted a few times, he finally stopped talking and just moaned.

I carried him on his back like this, and tossed him back and forth for a long time, and finally I heard his groaning a little hoarse.

The skirt I was wearing was also torn off.

After turning him over again, his feet were weakly open on the sofa, his eyes half-closed, only hoarse groans remained.

I rubbed him, he had already ejaculated, and then he became hard again. I put his legs together and folded on him. He whispered hoarsely: "It hurts."

I pressed down his legs and imprinted a kiss on his calf. My head was sweating, and I didn't know what I was doing: "Don't worry, I will love you very much."

As I said that, I inserted my still hard thing into his soft hole that was already covered with my semen, and sneered twice: "Look, you can ooze out."

He hummed and hissed with a hoarse voice: "Well... I think I'm going to die."

I fucked hard a few times, put down his legs and gave him a deep kiss. His hands were weakly hooked around my neck, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, and his mouth was still yawning. Said: "The bottom of the house is so itchy, it feels like water is bubbling out."

I feel like my mind is really sinking.

It's like there's only me and this man in the world now, and my only purpose in this world is to fuck him.

After pushing him over, I leaned against him and made him kneel on the sofa. He put his hands on the armrests of the sofa. I stretched out my hands to rub and pinch his buttocks, and then I pushed him in hard again.

While spanking his ass and fucking him hard, he snorted twice, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it: "I can't kneel anymore, I can't kneel anymore, um~~"

After a long hum, his waist went limp.

I touched his front with my hand and came again.

Slow down the movement of his lower body, restrain his urge to ejaculate, and slowly draw circles at the entrance of the hole.

But I saw him supporting his body with his hands, and moved his knees forward, as if he wanted to crawl away from my teasing.

Seeing this, I stretched out my hand and pulled his waist directly. He was limp as if he had no strength at all. He sat on me with his back facing me, and I was directly buried in his wet and limp body.

His naked back was pressed against my chest, and when he raised his head, I saw a liquid that was almost colorless coming out of his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, he couldn't breathe. Absent.

After a while, he waved his hands in the air in a random way, almost tearing his throat and said: "Ah, you are not right today."

I ignored him, pinched the bottom of his hips with both hands, pushed forward, arched upwards, and buried myself deeply in his body again.

I repeat this action.

I saw his legs stretched straight, his toes straight as if he wanted to touch the ground, and he pressed my knees with both hands, trying to escape from me.

With a slight inaudible cry in his mouth, he said softly, "I'll rest, I'll just rest for a while, just for a short while."

I stretched out my arms around his waist, and sent him down hard under me, and heard him cry out suddenly, crying in a hoarse voice: "I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore, I can't ejaculate, I can't ejaculate Out."

I reached out and touched the thing in front of him, and after a while it became hard again, I licked behind his ear, and told him: "If you can't ejaculate, just stop it, I will help you."

He sniffled and cried, scratching my leg with both hands.

In the end, he and I rolled directly onto the floor. Both of us were in a mess. I hugged one of his legs, and my sweaty eyes couldn't see clearly.

All my senses seemed to have gathered three inches below the navel, where it was hot and wrapped in a warm and humid place.

I tried my best to send it there, stopped at the most comfortable place, and felt like there was life beating there.

Pull it out and put it in again.

Back and forth.

Like a cold knife in a warm sheath.

Restrain each other and regenerate each other.

It's true, true, can't stop.

I heard his hoarse cry, so hoarse that he couldn't even cry.

Fingers were deformed when they touched the floor.

Tears and sweat made my face and hair wet, I lowered my head and kissed his eyes, and whispered, "Don't cry, be good."

He sniffed at me.

When I moved, his eyes opened suddenly, and the tears pooled in his eyes again. He seemed to try his best to restrain his sobs, but in the end he couldn't restrain himself. Very good, don't bully me."

I kissed his mouth and began to move my lower part vigorously. The desire to ejaculate became stronger every time. I told him in a hoarse voice: "Am I bullying you?"

He blinked his teary eyes, two streams of tears slid down his cheeks, and stretched out his hand to push me: "Stop fucking, stop fucking, I can't ejaculate, I want to pee."

There is no strength in the hands.

I pressed his thigh, buried my head and continued to move.

In a burst of burning sensation, I felt my brain roaring, and all the stocks were handed over.

Hearing him restraining his sobs, seeing him bit his lip, and finally opened his eyes wide suddenly, I felt a hot stream directly sprayed on my lower abdomen, followed by a fishy smell.

He stretched out his hand and pushed me violently, and my chest hurt a little from the pressure of his fingers.

Then he opened his mouth and was dumb for a while, then shut it abruptly.

Stretch out your hands to cover my face.

I reached out and took his hand away, seeing that his eyes, nose, mouth, and face were all flushed, I lowered my head and kissed him: "Don't cry."

His eyes were open, some seemed to be absent-minded, and some seemed to be staring at me.

I kissed the corner of his lips delicately, and after a while, he put his arms around my neck and said in a hoarse voice, "You bullied me."

I kissed his ear, feeling that there are still some things to say: "I love you."

When I carried him halfway into the bathroom, washed him, applied some medicine, and carried him out again, the man fell asleep directly.

His body was covered with bruises, I touched his head, luckily he didn't have a fever, I poured some warm water and put it on the bedside table.

Just sitting on the bed, he leaned over, his eyes closed and his brows were frowning, probably not very comfortable to sleep.

For some reason, this person suddenly became more and more pleasing to the eye, bowed his head and kissed him on the head, and turned off the light in the room with his backhand.

good night.

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This is how Little Theater One woke up the next morning:

Mo Qian: Tsk tsk tsk.

He Ji: I told you to be temperate a long time ago

Mo Qian continued: Tsk tsk tsk.

He Ji (turning over and throwing off the quilt, pressing on his upper body): Huh?

Mo Qian (seriously): Be temperate!

He Ji (laughs)

Mo Qian (reaching out to hug him): Ah, for people like you who put on a show every day, it's too scary to be in love.

He Ji (smiling): Is it like you that you are in heat every day, do you just ejaculate?

Mo Qian: Oh, you bullied me!

He Ji: I love you.

The assumption that there is a counterattack in the second small theater should be like this:

The two had a kiss, licked and kissed and took off each other's clothes

Mo Qian clicked his tongue and hooked up Lao He's leg

twittering for a while

Old He couldn't take it anymore and said that if you can't do it, you can lie down and be fucked obediently

Then Mo Qian flirted again stickily

The condom was taken out, and then she curled her lips aside to indicate that she wanted to cum inside

Why can't you bear it?

The lubricating fluid is applied, the head is hot, the body is hot, so it’s too hard to die

My mind is a little confused

He licked the corner of his mouth and sent it to Lao He's body

I heard Lao He humming

then……

Second shot.

Mo Qian: ...

He Ji: ...

Mo Qian (grievance): I think I can prove myself again

He Ji (laughing and crying): Come on, baby, lie down, yes, be good, spread your legs, let me do it.

The author has something to say:

Pretending to write a counter-offensive episode hhh I like the way he is being fucked and crying more than counter-offensive

It's gone! It's gone!Everyone closed the booth and went home~ eat and drink well, see you again~ I love you 吃咕咕~