My friend, we are living in the same space of time, people often say 4 dots nothing or something
You…open this page, I also started from the ZALO GROUP…so just one click. The whole world appears in your eyes…someone said what you are writing is so trivial…yes I said it myself, it is just nonsense…but that is a memory
Yes, the nonsense of today…but it is the new, romantic outpouring of yesterday’s people, my friend.
I also wonder from time to time, what kind of night was that…well, it was just a magical moment…
When I was in school…I still remember the touching poems of Doctor H…
My hometown has a blue river
Clear mirror reflects the bamboo rows
………
Then he complained that..
I wonder if the country keeps the days and months
Keep how many memories of the flow..
……yes, that night is just a memory of the flowing river, the flowing river of life…it is a sound, a musical note full of color, a musical note of life…it has been lingering on the river since that night…
Yes..someone will say..one night to kill a mute girl
No…no…
Cold wind… early season, late season rain… but the wind is very cold… the room is cold, I saw the mute girl stand up and let down the mosquito net, the mosquito net that I had lifted during the day, she leaned over, covered every corner then she lay down…
Silence…the sound of the wind rustling outside…only whispers of breaths
My shoulder was touched by the mute girl again.
She shook her head gently…
Maybe she wanted to tell me to continue…in the dark.
Boom, boom…a flash of light…outside there was a thunderclap. In the moment the lightning flashed, I suddenly saw the mute girl smiling…
I think…the mute girl also wants to tell a story…
……my mouth won’t shut up again….
Ah ah..
When I went back to get my car, I saw…
Again her mute finger gently shook her shoulder.
This time she did not pull her finger back, she just left it there…
Tu saw Miss Hong lying face down on the bed, her stomach facing the herbal medicine bag, her legs hanging down to the ground, Mr. Dam standing behind her… her whole butt was arched up, Mr. Dam’s two hands hugged her hips, like catching frogs in the field, Mr. Dam’s thing kept thrusting in from behind…
So strong… smack smack… looking at that… my whole body is hot
Tu wanted to run away…but his legs were shaking and he couldn’t run.
Her mute fingers, which had been resting lightly on my shoulder until now… indifferently… now tightened… gently… gradually increasing in strength. The feeling seemed to linger, gently pulling towards her stomach.
Suddenly the blanket moved, gently lifted up… her right ankle silently slid between her thighs…
Smooth, slow… move gently… into the gap… my thighs are closed
I was stunned… I was surprised… my heart was pounding like it was shaking…
hold, clamp…as if to keep her mute legs from slipping into his thighs…
someone said . what a lie .
no, really…the feeling boy…first time…
scared, shy, childish…it’s been a long time since anyone touched my private place…
no..i just want to cover up the bird that just opened its eyes, from the day i saw her pink… plump thighs… only wearing a pair of flimsy shorts…
dead, if she touches you she will know
then…what a shame
forced,… held on… couldn’t… her leg seemed to be pushing up even harder, half of her body seemed to be pressing against…
Oh, the mute girl said…she was very lonely…
Someone once had a wife, have you ever asked, how does a girl’s breasts, pregnancy, engorgement, feel…
One time, the other guy and the guy next to each other…he said that was the musician’s piano key…press the piano key and play it slowly, to make the musical note vibrate
Her breasts are plump these days, all her body’s senses seem to be focused on her sweet breasts.
heavy as an apple on a branch, faintly smelling of pear, faintly scented with mango… the plump nipples… bounced every time she walked. Now on her chest lying on its side… the light of the night, dim, illusory in a very close space, somewhere wafted the scent of ripe jackfruit, the scent of ripe, chewy jackfruit that she picked at noon at the end of the season…
I don’t know…I don’t remember, what was I thinking at that time…when her hand on my shoulder tightened
he, he pounded so hard…the pink girl screamed…
aaa…she lifted her butt up…slap…he reached out and squeezed her pink breast…
suddenly
I was pulled into her chest by her mute…her arms tightened…her legs tightened, pushed up…touching her scrotum…full for a while now I was holding her between my thighs…my mouth…in the middle of the night hit her chest…
hard, soft, fragrant, cool there. Inside are plump, inviting baby breasts. whispering..
as if unconsciously her hand clenched…
yup ..
my lips like touching the piano keys ..
.I don’t know why her plump, heavy breasts suddenly opened up, out of her shirt buttons.
Uh…..
maybe i’m confused…or haunted by the song of Miss Hong with Mr. Dam…or because of the sudden happiness…it seems like the sound in her mouth is mute…usually just shy
now suddenly
a….make a sound
she lifted my face up..so close and quiet..the smell of ripe fruit as she kissed my lips gently
who held the guitar, who pressed the keys, the wrong sound, of the beginning…
yup ..
.it sounded like that ..when she mute held my hand and touched her nipple …
This is that night, the night of non-love between the beautiful mute girl and the teenage boy… the feelings are so unexpected… 4 words
Eat, sleep…….
Appearing… the universe is not beautiful, not bright without people, the gentle bright moon is not beautiful without the dancing moon
Bursting out… that night was like a swaying red fire, the immense scent of rice was like a passing wind… I kept rising, diving in the bright waves… trembling and tensing…
When the arms tighten