Oh…oh…oh…oh…. mister…
Hey… hey… hey brother…fuck your mother, fuck your whole family…hey…hey…oh my god…why is this happening
i’m dead, i’m dead…
dead…really dead…maybe Mr. Tu Dam is really crazy…
ah ah ah…just now I saw Mr. Dam raise his head so I pulled my head back.
leaning against the wall behind his house, his heart pounding. Or maybe he was really crazy, he was having a fit so he bit L… Miss Hong, it hurt so much that Miss Hong groaned, cursing his whole family, his whole clan.
I heard that crazy people often do weird things.
also a few days ago, the day I cycled to take my grandmother to the village for her pregnancy check-up, waited for her for a long time then absentmindedly walked to the edge of the village to watch people set up tents and put up bird bait to attract the flock of birds,
The afternoon sun slanted and shimmered on the fields. This season, birds flock to the fields. Everywhere you look, you can see the huts of bird hunters…
One day I heard they caught dozens of birds, I don’t know why no one stopped them, some of the trapped birds went back to the village to buy them at the source, in exchange for a kilo of meat, a bunch of vegetables, and a shirt for the students… the birds also added smiles to the farmers around the village and neighborhood.
A moment later my grandmother came out and said, “You go home first. When you’re done, her husband will take her home. Unfortunately, she had a miscarriage.”
I took my bike out and cycled along the road running through the village fields. At the intersection in the middle of the fields, under the cool shade of an ancient banyan tree, men often gathered to herd buffaloes, some plowmen, some farmers chatting, the sound of their pipes whistling, looking up and blowing smoke, squinting like crickets, like the sound of a train whistle, looking up at the sky, Mr. Dac said… damn it.
I caught twenty of them in your early morning rice field the other day. Now you’ve planted them all. If you plow the field, plow it all up. Leaving behind those small pieces, I covered the net but it didn’t fit. One side was bumpy, the other side still had stubble. When I pulled the net down, the corner was exposed and nearly ten of the fish flew out.
Her husband’s voice suddenly said, “Forget it, my field, you caught a bird but didn’t give me any…haha”
Several bursts of laughter rang out, the farmers’ laughter was bustling.
His voice was trembling… damn, I’ve been so tired these past few days… I’ve been back for three days and the housewife is constantly making me pay taxes. Yesterday afternoon I was going to finish planting rice, but my calves kept falling off…
oh my
Why don’t you go to crazy old man Dam to make traditional Chinese medicine? Oh, and he has a great horse-shaped pill. Last time I went to cut traditional Chinese medicine to soak in wine, he gave me an advertisement pill.
oh my…that night i fucked my wife twice and she was still as strong as nails…
hahaha
cheerful laughter
This crazy old man cuts medicinal herbs with many good flavors to soak in wine. The other day I asked to buy another pill, he said 2 dong was too expensive. I’ll wait a few days and then go to Ms. Hong to buy a few liters of wine to soak.
damn it but that girl sells wine is amazing..
not
because every time I go over to look at her ass… I get excited… damn it, her husband died a few years ago… I go back and forth to buy wine a few times… just looking at her ass, her cheeks, pink like a loquat, makes me drool.
oh fuck..what a beautiful person, getting a wife with a big L…, looking at her is also so cool
hug it and try it
fuck your mother, don’t incite him… hehe… if he screams he’ll go to jail
The thing is, Mr. Thap Thinh is a man who goes to work for others. After the harvest season, when the farming is off, he goes to work for hire on the shore, sometimes for months at a time.
I sat down to watch the doves cooing behind me.. stroked the bird’s head.. looked at the neck, rubbed the heavy, clinging breast.
Old Dam is crazy with many talents, isn’t he? I heard that in the past he met an old friend. He fell in love with him. He taught him his profession and lived a healthy life.
.that’s why the nieces in law keep glancing at him
story, he has money..every now and then he gives you guys a little bit…and with money he can buy anything
He’s over 70 but his skin is still red. He does that job…he drinks southern ginseng and northern ginseng several times a night. That’s why his wife died young…from overwork.
hehe…what a pain, damn it…he played with her all day, I heard the other woman say…his wife said every time he did it for hours her whole L… ..hihi
laughter, stories both crude and real…
oh skin…so it turns out…i don’t know…it seems so real, like a dream
The world says lies in the fields… today it comes true… the old man’s crazy story may be true
…………
I tilted my head to the crack of the door again… swallowing hard, my chest pounding with curiosity.
ah ah…ah…ouch
in there the sound still reverberates..outside the doves and cuckoos…flickering
The door gap was narrow, my forehead gently leaned against it.
oh oh
Her two pink legs… straight, spread out… in the middle of his hand, he cupped her pubic mound… stroking up to her navel, his hand then circled down to her thighs, straight, white and pink, smooth calves, toes curled out, scratching on the surface of the mirror.
uh uh…no, old man Dam is crazy and bit L….Miss Hong…
in there she is biting his dick
The old man’s feet were still standing on the pink brick floor, the woman was lying on her side on the bed… Mr. Dam’s clothes had been taken off. Her chest was round like a dove’s, her face was rosy as if she had just drunk alcohol.
his penis is as big as a squash…long and curved like a banana
…ah ah….aa
so happy
Suck more baby… her mouth arched up, eyes closed, her ass pounding, his ass tightened… ah…
Step…the sound of his dick popping out…dripping…slimy water from her mouth…dripping down onto the counter
His hand pushed up to her chest, big… white, pink nipples… an unexpectedly fertile fairy scene… between the fork… Her… pink pussy, wet slit…
Click, …clack…
My head pressed hard… lost control, because my heart was pounding… the scene of watching someone fuck… scared, it was unexpectedly vulgar… but why did it feel so good, my dick was swelling… aching like a mosquito sting
I reached out and nodded vigorously, it hurt like a bee sting on the head of the thing.
He looked back and saw me looking at him…
Suddenly he bent down slightly as if to hide it from her. His hand gently stroked her cheeks… He raised his head, raised his finger to signal me to be quiet.
His fingers went down to her pink pubic hair again, to tease… to pick… the brain… the hair was sticky, sticky like glue…
Oh my…why is there so much water?
It’s you…it’s you…it’s you
What the…
Because you gave me ginseng to drink…why did you hurt me…for the past few nights the water has been flowing out…all over my pants…
haha…
Oh really..is it my fault?
He walked along the edge of the bed…knelt down behind…bent down and strongly spread his thighs…
Oh my gosh, the wine seller
fuck……a long shot….ah….ah…..ah…..fuck my mother…..
dead…dead me
Fuck… his tongue swept straight out… Mr. Dam raised his head… his mouth, his beard glistened, glistening with the juice from her pink flesh… he smiled again like a buffalo, sniffing L… buffalo girl
It seems like Mr. Dam intentionally… intentionally let me see the fucking scene…
Lustful… turned to the door behind him and winked shyly… as if to say that was a practical lesson for you.
His fingers again traced the edge of the flesh…bright red…like a grapefruit segment…
He bent down and pressed his lips together, the nipple…ah ah ah…aaaa…her legs arched up and clamped tightly…her voice was hoarse…
Fuck your mother…fuck your mother, oh…oh…oh I’m dying
His whole neck, his head… pressed against her pink crotch… her ass arched high… jerked… really hard
.ach….
The sound of her pink butt falling on the floor made a loud splash, water splashing everywhere.
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