Promiscuity starts with the game ----- My true feelings，morgan lane onlyfans

Promiscuity starts with the game ----- My true feelings，morgan lane onlyfans
Promiscuity starts with the game ----- My true feelings
Promiscuity starts with the game ----- My true feelings

When I returned to the dormitory at half past ten, I went up to the sixth floor in one breath. The three numbers 619 on the door sign smiled coldly at me, as if they were still looking at my sudden visit... I shook my head helplessly and turned back to go downstairs - my dormitory is on the fourth floor.
I know I'm a little "heartfelt".
Now I have been idle at the computer for two hours, my mind is full of guilt. I have nothing to do, so I can eat more and drink coke. The food makes me simple and sloppy, and it is impossible to say... But if I continue, maybe I am just in a daze, or I write and delete it meaninglessly... The feeling of being depressed in my heart is not courageous and unscrupulous... I don't know how to pretend, don't tease, and don't want to be a hopeful narrator, and add a beautiful ending or moving plot to each story. I'm just thinking about how to make statements not hurt the kind people.
I asked for help late at night, and my friend said, "It's up to your own heart... there will always be regrets in the real things..."
Your own heart?I don’t even understand myself, so I think I’d better make a statement in a plain way, the difficult one - statement.
Today is my lover’s birthday. I sent a message to wish him a happy birthday at about 12:00, because I have been thinking about how to record these two days, either understate them or avoid the important things, but no matter what, I have to leave myself an opportunity to examine.
Many friends have learned about our whereabouts in the past two days, and some friends are looking forward to my story, I know.But maybe I will disappoint everyone, because what you see will not be happiness, or it will be impure happiness, or it can only be considered a kind of luck, because we just met a very simple, kind, enthusiastic and loving couple.
When I saw them (I will call Mr. C and his lover by Q) in a restaurant in Tianjin, I learned that we like spicy food, and they bothered to treat us to hot pot.
Seeing them waving, we sat down face to face, started talking about the weather, the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing. Later, the men's topic turned to cross-strait relations, and Q and I were relatively silent.
I didn't dare to look at C. I felt that I would reveal my expression or wishes. For a moment, I seemed to have fallen on the ground from a fantasy sky. The clear sense of falling made me clear.
To be honest, I think we are more suitable for being friends than for sex games.
Sure enough, when we went to sing together after dinner, everyone was so relaxed that they forgot what they were actually doing.My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs in his memory, as if he was back in love. He held a microphone in one hand and pointed at me with the other hand, singing "You are the one you love the most..." in his mouth moved me.They sang duets intimately and were very happy.We all pass the time calmly, the dim lights cannot produce a little feeling, and the love songs sung in our mouths are just a wonderful note... No one knows what to do or what not to do.
At 11:30, we took a rented trip to their house together.
This is a very typical two-person world. The interior is simple and warm. When you walk out of the living room, there is a big lanai outside. My crowded mood suddenly feels relaxed for a moment, and the night wind is very gentle.C took a short stop on my waist with his hands as he walked up to the lanai, and I suddenly became nervous.Is it better to swap wives or someone else’s?!
After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower, Q brought me her pajamas. I repeatedly reminded my husband that I would wear it without revealing it, but when I finally came out, I still found the half of my breasts that I had leaked and the clearly visible areola... I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband.Everyone took turns taking a shower, and the rest were relatively silent. At that time, a station was broadcasting the Legend of the Condor Heroes.
After that, we sat in the living room and watched TV until after one o'clock the next morning.
The lights were very bright, and there was no trace of ambiguity between each other, so the hostess turned off the lights in the living room.
Everyone started to laugh tacitly.
I'm actually a little reluctant, because C is not the type I like (sorry).
But the lights went out and the visual pressure was much less, so we began to create an ambiguity.
When everyone sat on the sofa, C hugged my shoulder and put his right hand on my chest... I didn't refuse, the scene controlled everything at that time.I saw my husband sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so I encouraged him with my eyes.At that time, I was relaxed. Perhaps it was the short pleasure of my body that gave me the rare tolerance and acceptance... Later, we did it in two rooms separately, and it felt strange.Because of different habits or other reasons, my pleasure did not come as promised... During the process of our work, C was thinking about his lover, and I turned my head to one side and smiled understandingly.Later, Q came to see us, and ran out with just a glance.Q cried after he went out...

This reminded me of myself... but strangely, I didn't have a single tear, and I couldn't even find a shadow of sadness... My husband and I were comforting her.
She cried very infectiously, and her tears made the emotional component in this game worse. I think it was good to be true. If everyone was immersed in pure physical happiness, it would make us feel sad, and we would even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.
Women are always a little sensitive, and I love her very much, just like I love myself.
So I asked my husband to hold her, and I hugged her husband behind me. In fact, I needed him at that moment, but I just didn't say it out.

My head was pressed against his back and felt the temperature of his chest.
This warm embrace that I am familiar with... I can't bear to leave.
It took her a long time to stabilize her emotions, and I think that was because of the comfort of the two men at the same time.
Q and I both think that men get more happiness than women in this game, and we were very friendly at that time.Her smile is charming.
After taking a shower separately

, we sat back in the living room.Everyone discussed how to sleep at night.

Actually, when I was taking a shower, I made it clear to my husband: "I don't want to be with C all night." This is true. I didn't expect that I didn't want my husband to hold another woman to spend the night.I just made a strong demand from myself.
So when discussing, everyone tries to cover up their attitude.Of course, it is certainly more or less harmful to a vulnerable soul.
I smiled and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the light is turned on, everyone will see my frank and unconcealed smile.
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Everyone actually doesn't agree with me because they are still discussing it."You decide, I'll do whatever you want." All three of them said.I suddenly felt a kind of sadness... I was very depressed, but also very stubborn.
Maybe they all look forward to a new feeling of sleep.
I insisted: "It's better to sleep with my own people, otherwise... I'm really not used to it."
They agreed.Because my reason is high-sounding.
My husband and I went back to the room, and of course there was a slight discomfort.
I am a selfish and willful woman. I blame my husband for not caring about my feelings, for not caring for me, for not loving me as much as he said, for blaming him for not loving me, for blaming him for all kinds of things... My tricky and weird questions often make him unable to argue. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and I made him swear to love me... I turned my back, held my shoulders with my hands, my hair hung lonely on my chest, my tears flowed, my breath was heavy, I felt that sex made everything fragile, I was sad, I fear, I was lonely... I thought of any man worthy of my miss: When I think of Z, I really wanted to send a text message at three o'clock in the morning.Tell him that I miss him, and his pure and monotonous emotions. I knew he would say that the world is better than pure, so I missed the pure life in the past very much... Thinking of Xiao Tang, thinking of WXY, thinking of WY, thinking of unfamiliar "moods"... At that time, anyone who had expressed concern to me might become my object of congratulations... My tears had wet my hair on my temples... At this moment, C pushed the door and said to her husband that they would change to sleep. I was very unhappy when I heard it, but without saying a word, my breath made him feel strange, so he asked my husband what's wrong with me?The husband said he was crying, and he asked why, but the husband said he didn't know.So he said, "You guys go to bed..." After C left, I pretended to be calm and said, "Are you disappointed? Why don't you go over? It's good for me to sleep alone... I won't be angry, really."
My husband smiled and he hugged me hard.I hid, and he hugged hard, and I hid again, and he hugged again... Finally

, I cried into his arms with grievance, saying all kinds of wrongdoing, and cried so hard... He began to kiss my earlobe... We did it well once, sweating, but then fell asleep. I still had the same posture, hugging him tightly from behind... He used to put his legs on me, but since I got pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position in order not to compress my abdomen, so this posture has become our best sleeping position now.

It was already past ten o'clock when I woke up in the morning. I kissed my husband. He was a little excited, so I advised him to go to the next room. He said he couldn't go. I knew he was telling me, but I was still very happy... The woman was just stupid... I don't know why my mood got better for no reason.
He passed by, C came by.
C was very concerned about his wife again and asked me, "Did you say they are finished?"
I said you go and have a look.
He said whether you will go or not, and I said I don’t have the courage.
He went over, and he came over in a while.I asked, "Are they finished?"
He said, "It seems like it's over."
So, I put on my clothes and felt a little nervous, but I still said bravely, "I'll go and see it too."
The husband sat by the bed, and Q was also sitting, and the two were at a certain distance.
When they saw me coming, they laughed.What do I say?
The husband said, "No, there is pressure."
I asked why, and he said, "I'm always worried that someone will come..."
I said, "I didn't mean to come here on purpose. He said I came here only after you finish."
My explanation is correct, but the correct explanation just provides a good cover for my true thoughts...I am still very selfish.
So, everyone got up and washed up together.Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she was surfing the Internet.
Later, when the men cooked, she helped me to help, and I surfed the Internet in the inner room.
Seeing TT and "Mood" online was like meeting a relative, and the unspeakable grievance suddenly surged up... They comforted me, enlightened me, and even blamed me, but no matter what, they were doing for my own good.That was the best gift I got on that day... "Mood" even called to comfort me and listen to my confidence... My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting. He knew that I was looking for comfort, which was something he could not give.
During the meal, C carefully served rice, picked up food, poured drinks for his wife, and later cleaned up the dishes... This is a good husband, and Q is very happy.
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After lunch, Q and C were doing it in the room and asked her husband to take pictures for them. At that time, I was extremely tolerant (I feel that I was against my will at that time, and I don’t know if I can still be honest when I say it now, haha). He said to her husband, “Come on, you three, I will help you take pictures.”
My husband shook his head and asked me to see them.I feel less depressed.
They are very lingering and devoted.Later they suggested that we do it, saying that we should record it together.
So, the two of us were doing our own things on the same bed.The well water does not interfere with the river... But I feel very comfortable, and I fainted on my husband again... I like this, I love my husband very much, and at this moment I can only accept such love.
Later, everyone felt that this was contrary to our original intention. Yes, how could 4p be like this?So, I changed it naturally.
I watched my husband move hard on Q, and I smiled all over my face, Q's screams increased significantly, and C asked, "Is it comfortable?" Q had no time to answer... I felt like an audience member in the audience... Although C was working hard above my body... C ejaculated.I looked at my husband, he looked back at me and it was almost over.
Q was lying in bed for a long time without any strength, and C kept stroking her... Supper C made porridge, and we ate well.
After that, Q went to the inner room when he had work and wanted to work. The three of us watched the CD outside. It was "Pianoist". Although we heard about it a long time ago, we only watched it for the first time today. It was really good. There are many good movies in their family, and C has the hobby of collecting this.
The scene was very beautiful at that time. I sat between them, next to my husband, and in front of me was the watermelon cut by C. There was no light, but the light on the TV screen flashed with the plot... We talked happily... C's left finger gently rubbed my hips, moving in a small range through the pajamas... "The Pianist" was over, and C played another movie. At this time, my husband's fingers reached my body and he looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking me why it was wet underneath. I smiled embarrassedly, and his fingers became dishonest and smirked... I couldn't help but twist my body, and at the same time, my upper body leaned towards C. C catered to memorgan lane onlyfans , and my husband made movements behind me... At that moment, I felt very charming, because I was expressing it in front of two men at the same time...

Because it was on the sofa, maybe C was still thinking about his wife, so he died in vain.
When Q came out, we were already sitting there watching TV properly.However, after Q came over, he asked C in surprise: "Where are your pants?" C pointed at the condom on the coffee table with embarrassment and said: "Leave it to it."
Q stopped talking, it was obvious that she was angry.I didn't say anything and pretended to be stupid.At the same time, I found that my husband didn’t have time to put on his pants…Q entered the bedroom and C also went in.
I felt that Q needed comfort, so my husband and I went in.
Q was lying on the bed, C was chatting, and was videotaping with netizens.So we joined too.
Later, my husband and I were chatting, and they were in love with each other in the bed.
...Later, at the request of our friends, we did a performance show.But we still do it with our own people, although we are in the same bed.
Towards the end, we changed it to prove that it is wonderful to others (at least I think so).
Q shouted happily again, C took her hand and asked, "Is it comfortable baby?" He kissed her continuously on the back of her hand... My husband and I looked at each other... I turned my head... C ejaculated again in my body.

My husband moved a few times... He was afraid of the condom, maybe, but there was no result. Netizens said it was very exciting. I think anyone would say this after seeing it.Sensory things often cover up many difficult-to-observe details.I gave every netizen a shy smile, and they only thought of charm. That's it. No one blames, no one can blame.
At night, my husband and I slept very perfectly. I had orgasms, like an angel with wings, always flying over heaven... My husband said I was crying and laughing, and the sound was very loud... But I was really very relaxed and released, I was going to love him to death... We slept very late.I just got up at noon and had lunch. Q had to go out because I had something to do, so I shook hands and said goodbye to her. My husband hugged her and said goodbye to her at my suggestion... At two o'clock, my husband and I said goodbye to C.
...Beautiful Tianjin, we left in the afternoon shade...