Future of Interstellar: I Gave Birth to Cubs for Dinosaurs

The moon is black and the wind is high, and people have gone to sleep.

It's time to do it.

King West used the moonlight and put on glasses with perspective function to shoot up and down the sleeping Sikong Miaoer indescribably. She has a small face, a slender neck, and a particularly obvious collarbone, which is still too thin. Two lovely pink colors, and then go down across the belly button to the land of the sage! Well, pretty good little vermicelli.

King West blushed and climbed onto his cheeks, and began to lift his trousers and shook himself.

In my mind, I imagined Sikong Miao'er's breathless voice, lingering throat, twisted waist, and round toes curled up. The innocence and seductiveness made the **** bars in his palm... not strong. growing up!

Watt?

King West was dumbfounded and looked down at the little brother who was with him all day long. Why haven't you grown up, brother?

Why? What went wrong? Is it because the imagination is not strong enough?

another.

I imagined that Sikong Miaoer put on a set of fun clothes for lovers with thin and transparent fabrics, with two rabbit ears on his head, one erected and the other half folded, revealing a bit of innocence. The misty eyes were stained with water vapor, and the fingers stretched into his small mouth, like a little rabbit greedy for big carrots. Although the legs are close together, they are rubbing each other in a squeaky manner.

Oh selling cakes! What kind of fairy imagination is this!

It's time to thrive this time! King West looked down at the little brother again...Is the big brother offline?

Doesn't this work? Could it be that something went wrong?

no! There is no time for men to fail!

Let's have one last imagination, a little more exciting! Sagong Miaoer frequently changed clothes in the head of King West, occasionally in the charming maid outfit, and yelled "Master! Master!". Soon she became a **** girl in a black tight-fitting swimsuit and fishnet stockings, and her little leather whip was waving in the air.

In such a continuous depiction of passion and emotion, the little brother developed into a middle brother, no longer swelling or swelling in size, and quickly exhaled a small mouthful of saliva, as if a dying person spit out blood and immediately fell down.

King West couldn't think about what he could do. The activities on his hands were already sour and weak, and the little brother could no longer save his half-dead appearance. A thought flashed in his mind that made him extremely alarmed: Could it be...could it be that he was... at a young age? ? ?

Do not! It must be a dream!

King West quickly covered his little brother with a quilt, and then covered himself with a quilt. Silently read: tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better!

Poor King West, he certainly wouldn't know that even the most powerful orcs would get tired of summoning big brother at least once in ten consecutive nights. He only wanted to make the muddy liquid of the big brother and smear it on Sikong Miaoer's body quietly, so that the little ancestor would not hug Sikong Miaoer because he hated the smell of Sikong Miaoer's body. But I don't know that everything needs to be done in moderation.

The author has something to say:

The angle of view for writing offenses is often short and short... and some feelings are thick and long, and I always feel that the number of words is inverse cp.