paranoid personality disorder

I worked with him for most of the night, and I fell asleep almost at dawn. My head was hurting, and I suspected that I didn't fall asleep in the end, but passed out directly.

When I woke up the next morning, I found that I was still refreshed, probably because someone cleaned up and scrubbed me.

Dragging on his slippers, he stretched out the door exhausted, saw this man still sitting on the sofa in my living room, caught a glimpse of me, and smiled: "The porridge is warm in the kitchen, do you want some?"

I looked at him: "What are you still doing here?"

He laughed and got up and went to the kitchen, jingling for a while, brought out the porridge that was still steaming all night, and put it on the dining table: "Go wash up."

I looked at him with a frown, and he spread his hands in a helpless manner: "You are very skilled, so I will stay with you as a buddy with benefits."

Who the hell wants to be friends with you? I turned around and went into the bathroom in disgust. Unexpectedly, he followed, put his hands on the door frame, and chuckled as if discussing: "I pay the room fee, and, look, I can also cook and clean, it’s a good deal, isn’t it?”

I went to the toilet to fill myself with water, and glanced at him sideways: "But you are disgusting to fuck, I might not move when I see your face."

He spread his hands and smiled: "Hide your face, or turn off the light, that's fine." After a while, he smiled ambiguously again, "It's really not possible, the job I'm doing ahead of me is pretty good."

I reached out and pulled on the bathroom door.

Anyway, this person can't be driven out no matter what.

Moreover, the porridge and rice he cooks are surprisingly delicious.

My appetite has never been very good, and I can drink a large bowl of porridge.

In the evening, he touched my bed again, he just bullied me as a weak patient, he licked my stuff and sat on it.

Just half a head in, he hissed, as if he had hit some sore spot.

I was silent: "If you can't sit down, get out."

This sentence is like a fucking aphrodisiac. After saying this, the man sat down, shaking his waist like taking drugs.

If it weren't for the disgusting things that this person did before, I would really feel that he really likes me as much as he likes me.

But he was right, who the hell likes people like this.

Is it perverted?

I don't know what happened, but this person just stayed with my parents.

If I have nothing to do, I can cook and do sanitation. I am happy and at ease.

It's just that I have to climb into my bed at night and do things every night, which has made me feel very bad recently.

Worst of all, the fuck is that the body has become very fit.

Casual fuck is about to cum.

At night, I pressed his waist, he buried his head in the pillow, I inserted it hard, and saw his flesh turned out, extremely lewd.

I asked him in a cold voice: "Why, don't you want to go to work?"

I heard his panting voice muffled in the pillow: "The company is now attacking the market here, I will wait and see as a first march, and I will go to work in a few days."

I put my head down and fucked hard a few times, sending all my cum into his body.

I loosened the hand holding his waist, and watched him slump down with his waist limp. After a while, I saw him stretch out his hand and touch his lower body.

After a long silence, I stared at his bare back and semen-stained buttocks, smiled and touched him: "Ah, I'm going to buy some fun things next time, can you take them with you when you go to work? "

He lay on the bed and turned his feet up, turned his head buried in the pillow, looked out the window, and smiled: "That's not good."

I didn't say a word. His foot rubbed against my thigh for a while, and I heard him say with a smile, "Except for work, I should be able to play."

I don't know if I really bought a lot of sex toys and went home by mistake.

Things like massage sticks, vibrating eggs, and even urethral tubes.

When I was sitting on the bed and counting these things, I suddenly felt that I had been with the pervert for a long time, and I really became a pervert too.

When he came back from get off work, he brought some vegetables, knocked on my door and said he was cooking, and asked me if I wanted to order, I said no, and heard his footsteps leaving.

I look at things on the bed.

Ok.

Picking up a very nice looking massage stick and going out, I saw him busy in the kitchen in a suit and leather shoes.

I stood by the door to watch him, and when he saw me winked at me, he looked very obedient.

I said, "Take off your clothes."

He paused: "Why, do you want to play kitchen PLAY, do you want me to wear an apron?"

I didn't speak, he lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt, then took off his trousers, and pointed to his underwear: "What about this, do you want to take it off?"

I walked over, pressed him on the sink, pulled off his underwear, opened his buttocks with my fingers, and stuck the massage stick directly at the opening of his hole, and he seemed to pause for a moment.

Turning her head to look at me, she smiled: "Why, I bought these things so impatiently."

I poked the head of the vibrator straight in, and felt the person's feet tremble, his upper body was pressed against the sink, his head drooped, and he moaned softly, "It hurts, it hurts."

I pulled it out a little, and heard him laughing and saying, "It hurts too much, so I can't eat tonight."