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Chapter 4 Pesticides on cucumbers


My first kiss was given to a woman I didn't know.

But the kiss was wonderful, and I kept trying, and the two tongues seemed to be in a war, and I kept going deeper.

She let out a soft mumm-humm, writhed as she kissed me, and moved her legs off her seat.

She took my right hand and placed it on her thigh.

I immediately understood what she meant, and I couldn't wait to put my right hand up.

Her skin was really smooth and delicate, I felt as if I was touching a flawless piece of jade, and as my hand went deeper, her wheezing gradually increased, and her tongue frantically rolled in my mouth.

The further in, the more delicate the skin became, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her thighs, and it seemed to be slightly steaming, and my hand swam for a while, and finally touched hers.

The T-shape she was supposed to wear, the narrow one tightly strangled her secret spots.

As she held me, she was naturally cocked on the outside.

I gave birth to hers suddenly.

I slid my hand on the side of her cocked buttocks, so soft, so slippery skin I felt a wild beat in my heart, and I couldn't help rubbing her flap harder.

She gasped for breath, and suddenly she held my head and pressed my mouth to hers.

At this moment, the lights in the car suddenly turned on, and both of us were startled and quickly sat down, but fortunately it was at the back and no one saw it.

The driver said: "It's almost time to get to the station, is there any way to get up or down?"

That's when people woke up from their dreams.

A few people muttered where to go.

I asked her, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the station."

"Me too."

"Was it comfortable just now?"

she whispered in my ear.

"Comfortable, never so comfortable."

"Haha, go back and tell some of my sisters that I got a virgin today."

Sister, why doesn't it sound so awkward?

It doesn't look like it's dressed up But I can't say, don't you say it all now: college students dress up like college students, dress up like college students.

It's not easy to see a person's identity by their attire these days.

She wouldn't have AIDS.

I'm only 15 years old.

However, it seems that the only ways to transmit AIDS are sexual contact, breast milk, blood, and needle injections, but I have never heard of it being transmitted through the mouth.

"Why don't you speak?"

"No, nothing."

"Call me if you want me.

When the time comes, my sister will let you know what a real woman is.

She twisted my face as she spoke, and she gave me a number.

At this time, the bus arrived at the station, we got off the bus one after another, and she took a taxi and left first.

I hurriedly found a public toilet and washed my hands for nearly five minutes.

Then I took a taxi to my uncle's house.

On the way I threw away her mobile phone number, I didn't dare to look for her, although the feeling on the bus is super cool, but the comfort is precious, the price of life is higher, I will not put my life into it because of a moment of happiness.

Thinking that his first kiss might have been given, his heart was really blocked for most of the day.

Although I have written a lot, it is actually all flashing in my head.

I quietly pushed the door open a little, knowing that I could see my cousin's bed.

My cousin was wrapped in a sheet, lying on her side with her back to the door, and her mouth kept making ah-hmmmm The cousin under the sheet was still shaking, leaning forward, there was no one else on the bed, and the curtains were drawn on the window.

Cousin, what's wrong After all, my cousin is in the bedroom, and she is still covered with a sheet, I don't know if I have taken off my clothes, so I can't go in casually.

I quietly pulled the door back, walked to the living room, and shouted as if I had just returned, "Who's at home, cousin, is that you?"

In the living room, I could only hear the voice of my cousin on breaks, and when I heard me shouting, the voice immediately stopped.

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But my cousin didn't answer.

I shouted a few more times.

I only heard my cousin respond: "Who is Tianyu, I'm asleep." ” Hey, cousin, I said I fell asleep "Tianyu, why did you come back so early."

"I'm not very comfortable, cousin, why did you come back so early" My cousin came out of the bedroom, wearing a large T-shirt, her face was a little red, and she glanced at me: "Physical education class, I didn't think it was interesting, so I slipped away quietly." ” "Why don't you sleep without turning off the TV?"

"I forgot."

My cousin smiled unnaturally at me, her hands behind her back, as if she had taken something and walked past me to throw it in the trash.

At this time, I saw clearly, it turned out that my cousin was holding a small cucumber in his hand, which was very small, very thin.

"Cousin, what are you doing, why do you want to throw it away."

"Ah" my cousin didn't expect me to see something in her hand, as if she had been discovered some secret: "There are too many pesticides on it." ” "It's okay, you can eat it with more washing.

You give it to me, it looks pretty fresh, just washed. ” "I really can't eat it, there are too many pesticides."

My cousin threw it in the garbage basket as she spoke.

Dizzy, cucumbers are also pesticides now, and I really can't eat any healthy food in the future.

At noon, my cousin cooked, my cousin went back and forth, and the two little white rabbits kept bouncing up and down with her movements, and I just wanted to have a nosebleed, and I found that I was a little perverted, and even my cousin made up my mind.

After eating, my cousin said that she still had to go to class, asked me to take a nap at home, and told me not to be late.

I lay in bed and didn't have the heart to sleep.

It's all Lu Jingjing, a stinky woman, my academic performance is a lot worse than me, isn't it just a little better-looking, if she quietly told me which topic it is, with my preparation, I will definitely be able to answer it fluently, and I won't have a conflict with the math teacher.

He was a bandit, how could this happen if he hadn't done his homework.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I won't do my homework for these dog days anymore, no wonder the girls look down on me, I bow down in front of these riffraff every day, like a slave, I feel ashamed to think about it.

Girls like tall and handsome heroes, who can protect them, how can they like a thin and cowardly person like me.

It's a day.

This damn glasses.

I want to smash it.

But without it, I would have to kiss the pole a lot when I walked.

O heaven, O earth, why do you torture me like this?

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