Show off mom’s breasts and sway

Beijing is governed by a Social Democratic government with a well-connected government and people. Life in Beijing is very comfortable, but it is a bit boring for a freelance writer like me. I am determined to go to the ancient and mysterious Central Asia to collect stories, and I must write wonderful works. I had no organization and no money, so I got a fake letter of introduction, brought a SMall amount of money, carried a backpack, and boarded the Train from Beijing to the Aryan capital of Central Asia. The Train drove for more than a week, and I finally arrived in Aryan Central Asia. Then, I walked and took a bus all the way to the depths of the Aryan steppe. The car was speeding on the boundless prairie. On the distant mountain top, the last few clouds slid away against the horizon, revealing the wide and deep Zhuoyong Lake. The lake reflects the blue sky, and the distant snow-capped mountain tops bathed in sunshine are inserted into the lake, making you want to hug them unconsciously. In the distance, is the road to Post-Bactria. Post-Bactria is so named in relation to Pre-Bactria BC, one of the Aryan regions of Asia and my main destination for this interview. I lived for a month in Lashi, the post-Bactrian capital, and visited all the ancient temples, especially the Temple of the Ancient Priests, a sacred site for the Aryan race of Asia. Saints from all over the place gathered around and prayed, praying to be reborn in a wealthy Family in the next life and no longer suffer. For tourists, this sight satisfies their curiosity. I was going to try my luck in a more remote place in Bactria and try to see the famous and mysterious scene of heavenly intercourse there. As the car drove along the shore of Zhuoyong Lake, I felt dizzy. Opening the car window, the lake outside was flat, with a refreshing breeze and not a trace of dust. This is August, the golden season on the plateau. The sky is so blue and transparent that you can't even feel the air. I walked to the lake, put down my travel bag, took out a towel and washed my face happily. This place is called Kazi, a SMall town with hundreds of households. HerdSMen built rows of houses at the foot of the lake and mountains. This is a beautiful place. There is no debris beside the lake. The red, yellow, white and blue roofs beside the lake represent the beautiful realm of primitive religion in the sunshine. There is a red-tiled house, probably the township government Office. I took out the fake letter of introduction with the red seal, and when I got closer, it didn't look like a township Office, it was just an ordinary bungalow. A soldier came out and his accent sounded like he was from Hunan. He asked me to sit inside, and I followed him into the house. This is the Telephone Corps. He is stationed here and is responsible for maintaining this section of the telephone line. I usually go fishing in the lake when the lines are open, and sometimes read magazines and martial arts novels. He was delighted that I asked to live here. He has stayed here for four years, learned a lot of Asian Aryan languages, and often drinks with the herders in the countryside. A submachine gun hangs on the wall. I asked him if there was a Tianjiaotai here, and he said there was. I asked again if there had been any heavenly intercourse recently, and he was startled and said that there happened to be a woman having difficulty giving birth in the past few days, and he was preparing to use the method of heavenly intercourse to bring out her child. I got excited and continued to ask him, but he hesitated and said that he was going to buy wine to drink at night. I gave him money and he pushed away unnaturally and walked out. I began to speculate wildly in my mind. If I couldn't see it here, it would be too difficult to get a chance. How could there be a pregnant woman having dystocia wherever I go?? Don't miss this opportunity. In the evening we drank and chatted about news from other places. In order to build a good relationship with him, I boasted all the time. He liked fishing and I fished too, and I promised to send him a pair of imported stainless steel fishing rods back to Beijing. I immediately wrote the address and claimed that at least two leaders of the currently ruling Social Democratic Party were my neighbors. of course, that address in Beijing will never be found. Later I talked to him about women and he was very interested and kept SMoking. I am an expert on this topic. I have played with at least one to two hundred sexy women of all ages, so I exaggeratedly described the enlightenment of contemporary women, and also used the Hunanese dialect I learned from the movie. He is going to Beijing. I let him sleep with my fans and told him to be polite. He touched the table and suddenly said to me: "That woman is only sevenTeen years old, but she is very mature and sexy." I like such a young and sexy girl. "She had severe bleeding and dystocia after giving birth for several days." He said, "The baby is still in the belly." I suppressed my excitement and took out a cigarette. We were silent for a while. There was a single bed propped up against the wall in the room. It was a military wooden bed, painted with yellow paint, and the unit number was printed on the bedside. There are many cut-out pictures of women on the wall. The sky can be seen through the glass above the window: it has turned from dark blue to black. The highway has long since lost the sound of passing cars. The soldier stood up, leaned on the bed frame, and said to me: "As you can see, the people here don't care, most people don't care, let alone Mima's two husbands." "Who has two?" A husband?" I asked. "That's the pregnant woman." "How come there are two husbands?" I asked again. "Marry two Brothers." His voice was very low. I stayed for a while and then asked: "Why do you have to marry two husbands?" He answered me: "This is one of the customs of the Aryan people in Central Asia. It is also common to marry four people from a Family. The man's Family is poor, so he joins a partnership. Marry a Wife. "I thought this was something worth writing about, so I took out my pen and diary. The soldier continued: "Her father is an alcoholic. He sings when he is drunk. He wants women. Sometimes he hugs Mima and touches her. When his Wife dies, he becomes even more powerful. Mima is a typical Asian Aryan beauty, brown and yellow. Her hair and fair complexion are very attractive, but how can this beautiful Teenage girl resist such a strong man? "I want to scold you, such a little beauty was ruined by her at the age of twelve!" His face turned from red to purple, showing a hint of stubbornness that Hunan men often display. He walked to the door and looked at the direction of the wind. The phone line was motionless. I drank the wine and walked around the house a few times. There are no mosquitoes here in summer, and the moisture from the lake overflows into the room, making people feel comfortable. "Can you take me to see it?" I said. Without raising his head, he grabbed the keys and flashlight from the table and said, "Let's go." We walked into the village. The village was very wide and had many large and neat mud houses. The flashlight flickered brightly and the dogs barked. He pushed open the fence and shouted something in Asian Aryan to a lighted house, and we got inside. Several men sitting under the lamp all turned their faces and looked at me with their mouths open. An older man stood up. The soldier said something to him in Central Asian Aryan, and the others looked atI. I took out a lighter and lit it, and then took out a cigarette and handed it to them. Among them, a naked woman was screaming in pain. The men were groping her. "This is her," said the soldier. She must be able to sing. This is a characteristic of the ethnic minorities in Central Asia. I often hear them singing on the grasslands, in the woods, and on the mountain roads. Although you can't understand it, you can listen to the voice of the exposed woman. The sound is comfortable enough. They often take off their fur jackets and tie them around their waists when the weather is hot, exposing their plump breasts. The girl had a round face, a SMall nose, dark eye circles, fair skin on her neck and chest, and the dark recesses between her breasts trembled from time to time. Those men squeezed her big belly hard. You could say they were helping her give birth to the baby, or you could say they were playing with her to their heart's content. The girl who was having difficulty giving birth kept screaming. Her two husbands, as well as the priest, squeezed her big belly. The girl screamed. They put their hands into the girl's Vagina, and they even took turns sitting on her big belly and rubbing it vigorously. What kind of torture is this for a girl? When I came back that night, I turned on the light, with an expressionless face, lit a cigarette and lay down. Neither of us felt sleepy. He finally spoke: "Let me tell you, you are not from here anyway. You will stay for two days and then leave. It would be very uncomfortable if I didn't tell you." I also sat up and put the pillow up on my back to listen to him. . He said: "Mima is also my mistress. That's why I didn't take precautions. I first met her on the grassland. I changed the phone line and had to walk two grasslands. She scattered the sheep. I changed I was carrying a large bundle of old thread, which was very heavy. It was a very hot afternoon on the grassland. This little beauty was mating with the big male dog and then the ram. She knelt down on the grass and screamed. , and then she kept looking at me, as if I wasn’t a man, so I jumped on her.” “After that, I often went to fuck her. She often waited for me and gave me her roasted and dried mutton. The raisins she had soaked in her Vagina were customary among Central Asian Aryan women. She would also give me the jujubes she had soaked in her pussy. Black. Like most Asian Aryan women, she loves to be clean. I like SMelling her milk. "She was the first woman I came into contact with. She was only fifTeen years old at that time. Her father plays her very maturely and sexyly. Asian Aryan women already develop early, and she becomes even more mature when she is played by her father. "I think she is waiting for me, but I am still too naive." She also told me that her father often touched her lower body. People in the village knew that her father slept with her and fucked her unscrupulously. "Last year, it was about this time. , she suddenly came in and touched my bed, saying she couldn't stand her father. I ignored her pain and fucked her again. This time I was very powerful and didn't stop until dawn. She pushed me away and said she wanted to go back. I helped her put on her clothes and went to bed. Before leaving, Mima put the gem necklace she had worn since childhood under my pillow. The next day I found out that she was married to the two Brothers. drawerI took out the necklace and looked at it close to the light. This is a string of agate stone necklaces, with red orbs strung a few intervals apart, and a large emerald hanging in the middle. It is SMooth and shiny, with the milky SMell of the girl. I thought of her screaming among the men. "Did she look for you again later?" I asked. "No, she stopped herding sheep after she got married. Instead, she worked at Home. The two Brothers are both strong men in their forties. I heard that the eldest and the second eldest Brother like her. When the two Brothers drink in the evening, people will I heard Mima shouting loudly in the middle of the night. "Someone also saw the eldest Brother and the second Brother doing it on the horse after taking her to the market. Mima was already pregnant at that time. They are both in their forties, and they have lived most of their lives to marry such a sexy Wife, and they will not let her go for a while. "She will never look for you again?" I asked again. "I've been here a few times when I have the opportunity." The soldier whispered hesitantly, "I don't want to tell you everything." Early the next morning, I climbed up to Tianjiaotai and saw the sun rising from the east. It's hilly, on rolling grassland. Zhuoyong Lake began to fog, and the mist gently formed into a piece, and the lake disappeared. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, rising and falling like a woman's breath, light and diffuse, covering the blood-red sun. The mist clinging to the lake surface twisted silently, then slowly left and flowed towards the lake. They gradually emerged from the fog. The men carried Mima, who was crying uncontrollably. She was still in labor. Among the men there were the eldest and the second, as well as the priest in their village. Slowly I recognized one of them who had raped Mima at her house last night. The prairie mist rose behind them. They SMiled at me and put her down. As soon as the rope came loose she fell to the grass. They forced her to stick her butt out, kneel down, and immobilize her limbs. I looked at it from a distance at first, then slowly came closer. Her skin was fair, and her breasts were even whiter and slender, hanging loosely. Her nipples were large and black, and her belly was bulging, with the unborn little life inside. I adjusted the aperture of the camera and the distance, and then squatted on her right to take pictures. The background was just the rising fog, and the pale snow-capped mountain tops in the distance had just been painted with a warm color by the sun. I thought of the time when her father carried her here on horseback and ravaged her. She was also naked at that time, and she was quietly looking at the snowy mountain top. She continued to cry in the camera, and she was still suffering from the pain of childbirth. I moved the camera down again: the fat white butt and the brown anal hair. I suddenly remembered the squeaky wooden bed of the soldier and the two Brothers who were drinking. I focused on her feet. Her feet were relatively white, her toes were squeezed tightly together, and her feet were petite and sexy. I moved back a little to adjust the picture position and pressed the shutter. I slowly stood up straight, and there was a harsh braying of a donkey all around me. Then a gust of wind roared past, and a wild donkey rushed over and stabbed the little beauty who was forced to kneel down from behind. I returned to the men. Second child gives me food. I ate it up. It contained raisins and mutton, and it was still warm. I ate it all in one go. They also gave me Miima to make labor difficult for a few days.I drank the drink made from the yin blood that flowed out. They told me that the mutton and raisins were roasted in Mima's Vagina. I looked up at her, and her vaginal opening was facing me, spread open, and was being penetrated savagely by the big Dick of the male donkey. The two Brothers SMiled at me. I seemed to be laughing too, but I was facing Mima's Vagina, thanking me for the food that came out of there to feed me. The snowy mountain tops in the distance were already reflected red by the sun, and the fog disappeared without a trace at some point. The lake in the distance is as calm and clear as yesterday, as deep as Mima's emerald. At this time, the male wild donkeys were standing around in darkness, one after another, they penetrated from the position between Mima's plump buttocks. She was kneeling, her big belly almost touching the ground, and leaking from the gap between her thighs. Some sticky water. I picked up the camera, adjusted the distance, and pressed the shutter repeatedly. Mima let out a tearing cry. Male wild donkeys were all around, dozens of them braying and fighting for each other. There was also a group of male wild sheep standing outside the male donkeys. They considered themselves inferior to the wild donkeys, and none of them dared to come forward. They watched and sniffed from a distance, waiting for the male donkeys to finish venting their anger. Donkeys and rams filled the Tianjiotai hills. One of Mima's husbands, his second son, kept pouring the vaginal blood, Semen and urine collected from Mima's body on them. The air was filled with the SMell of a woman's crotch, and I had an epiphany: Yin and yang attract each other, which will arouse the male donkey and the male goat's sexual interest in this female. After the donkeys finished their turn, the rams rushed forward again. When Mima's baby finally came out of her Vagina, she had passed out several times. I looked at my watch and saw that more than ten hours had passed. It's getting dark. It's time for me to go back. The soldiers are still waiting for me. He said he had borrowed the boat. He said that he would acCompany me to go fishing in the lake tomorrow. Mima gave birth to a son for the old Brothers and continued to be their Wife. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Taking a lot of photos of Tianjiao, I continued westward on the prairie. I saw a high mountain with snow in the distance, and the surrounding hills were rising and falling. It looks like we have to climb a mountain. This is the depth of the post-Bactrian steppe. There are many lakes and it is an ideal place to take pictures of the grassland scenery. However, the rivers are crisscrossed and often turn in and out. As we climbed up a mountain, the sun had rolled below the horizon. I quickly looked around with the reflection in the sky. I saw that the road back was already dark. In front of me was the grassland, which was dim and without any fireworks. I'm going to sleep outdoors again tonight. I stopped looking for human fireworks and chose a ventilated place to sit on the top of the slope. After finishing the biscuits I bought in Bangor, I took out two pieces of milk dregs from my coat pocket. They were made from the milk of Mima who had given birth. The two old Brothers gave me a lot of them. Everyone is eating. The Aryans of Asia often entertain guests with the milk of their own women, who are the same as ewes. This milk dregs will become soft after being held in your mouth for a while, and the milk taste is very good. This SMell is what men are born to like.