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The bed was a large bed, with black and white checked sheets, and a dark blue quilt, and feather prints of lighter colors could be faintly seen under the focus of the camera.A flower stands in a glass vase on the bedside table.As the camera walked in, a man could be seen lying on the bed, his neck was tightly covered by a soft quilt, his eyes were tied by a pure white silk ribbon, and he didn't know if he was asleep or awake.

Another hand appeared in the shot, and it was not difficult to recognize the hand of the cameraman from the angle.The cameraman tapped the protagonist's face with the back of his hand, which was more ambiguous than tentative, and made people feel vaguely lingering.The entire screen panned down a bit, and combined with the slight rustling of the bed sheets, it was probably that the cameraman sat down by the bed.

Yes, it's not a silent film, it's just that neither the cameraman nor the people on the bed make any noise.The photographer reluctantly left the boy's face and pinched the edge of the quilt.The thick quilt was lifted, and the secrets hidden in it were exposed to the camera.

The hand holding the camera is very steady, from head to toe and back to the head, slowly taking pictures of the entire body without a thread, and then it stops firmly in the area of ​​​​the shoulders and neck.

The human voice finally appeared in the video. The sound quality does not sound like the original sound of the video, but it seems to be re-recorded in the studio later.The speaker is not Chinese, but Chinese subtitles are thoughtfully provided at the bottom of the video.

[The skin is very thin, especially on the back of the neck, it turns red when touched a little. 】

The cameraman's fingertips slowly rubbed the so-called "easily reddened" piece of flesh, as if trying to smooth the slightly trembling skin that was exposed to the air.Until that piece of skin turned pink as the narrator said, the fingertips were not willing to leave, and slid close to the man's flesh and flesh to his chest.

Dry, flat chest, in line with the physiological characteristics of most men.But the color of the nipples is brighter than most men's, a dark red that is close to the bedside flowers.I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the dark blue sheets, milky white skin and these two dark reds constitute the classic Bai Xueji color scheme. I can't tell whether it is innocence or pornography.

Perhaps the person who made the video also felt that everything captured by the camera was the best commentary. Anyway, there is no voice-over at the moment.The left nipple was pinched by two fingers, rubbed and fiddled repeatedly as if playing with something, until it stood upright, as if trembling slightly.

Of course, it was actually only the sound of heavier breathing that broke the original silence, but the hand still moved to the other side very intimately, and did the same thing to the other nipple without discrimination.So the two sides became the same again, not only the nipples, but even the skin gave the illusion of trembling.

Maybe it was enough to show, the camera began to move down the body and came to the waist and abdomen.Like the barren chest, there is no trace of muscle in the waist and abdomen, and the whole body reveals a fragile and somewhat morbid slenderness.

[Still too thin. 】

A voice-over sighed softly.

The waist seemed to be a sensitive part, and the man's reaction was even greater than the previous one.The blindfolded man touched the hand that was messing around his waist, hooked his index finger and shook it fawningly.Even the photographer was amused by his violent movements, and let out a bubbly chuckle.

The camera switched to a panoramic view of the bedroom. After blurring, the whole picture seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog, and only the figures of the two could be barely seen.In the haze, the photographer put the camera aside and kissed the hand hooking him.

Then the camera cuts back.

The sparse hair and the delicate penis are exposed to the camera, the size is not hideous, and it stands straight.After being balled and rubbed for a while, some clear liquid spit out from the top hole.The photographer pushed him from lying flat to lying on his side, exposing the buttocks that were pressed underneath.The buttocks are finally not as thin as the parts seen before, but they are not plump either.The evil hand exerted force visibly to the naked eye, and squeezed out some sensuality between the five fingers.The originally white buttocks were kneaded and turned red, and even the more secretive mouth between the buttocks became faintly visible.

Immediately afterwards, the photographer took the man's hand and guided him to open his buttocks.I made room for myself, and started from the end of the spine with my fingertips to outline the shape of his buttocks, and finally poked lightly at the hole as if playing with it.

There was a layer of bright water in the small mouth, and the small finger that was inserted in it was quickly and docilely contained.The owner of the hand should be a very patient person. After a little taste, he didn't try it anymore, but pulled out his hand and turned around under the camera.

【wet. 】

The wet finger didn't even wipe it off, it just joined the other fingers, and continued to explore along the inside of the man's thigh.The skin on the legs is also very thin, and the distribution of blood vessels can be vaguely seen.The moment the fingertips were pressed against the thighs, the flesh that was touched trembled violently, and the body rubbed against the bed sheets to make a rustling sound.The boy's voice was indistinct, like a small animal that was less than a month old.

"itch."

The photographer, who has always shown a bad taste, withdrew his hand with rare kindness, and only used the lens to silently record the boy's body.

Thighs, calves, ankles, and finally back to being blindfolded.The photographer untied the ribbon and called out "Wu Gou".

"Wu Gou" his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.His cheeks were pink, and there seemed to be water in his eyes. Although he was a little timid, he still didn't avoid the camera—or maybe he was looking at the person behind the camera.

[The spring water is clear and sparkling]*

The camera switched again, this time the camera was closer, and there was no blurred picture. The photographer surrounded "Wu Gou", hugged him to his lap, and kissed himself with the back of his head.The other hand reached between the other's buttocks, stirring up the wet and soft intestines.Perhaps the stimulation was too strong, "Wu Gou" struggled slightly, and then was pressed down even harder, a short whine was blocked between the lips and tongue.

The small meat hole was opened up to accommodate four fingers, and then the photographer patted "Wu Gou" on the ass.Without verbal communication, "Wu Gou" knelt down on the bed consciously, with his waist slumped down and his buttocks raised high, like a little beast that has the instinct of copulation but doesn't know shame.But he should be ashamed, otherwise he wouldn't bury his whole head in the pillow, only revealing a red ear that couldn't be hidden.

The photographer gave him a condescending look, perhaps dissatisfied with his evasive action, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him towards him.After that, he slowly took off his pants and stuffed his cock into the small opening bit by bit.

No matter how hard the fingers could be compared with the penis, "Wu Gou" breathed heavily suddenly, and the folds around the anal opening were stretched open, revealing an unhealthy whiteness, compared with the half of the dark penis that hadn't entered yet, appear more vulnerable.The photographer pinched "Wu Gou" by the waist, not giving him a chance to escape.He slammed into it shallowly and deeply, as if he wanted to stuff the pouch into the swollen hole with that force, and the intermittent moan of "Wu Gou" became more like a weeping sound. Not all like pain.

The sound of bodies colliding was clear and loud, mixed with the sound of lustful water.The narration that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared, and it was no longer as calm and self-sufficient as before.

【Sound good to hear. 】

As if to verify this sentence, the photographer began to manipulate "Wu Gou" more frequently and more openly.When the picture is zoomed in, you can clearly see the opening of the top of "Wu Gou"'s glans slightly opened, and a few drops of clear liquid dripped on the bed sheet like incontinence, leaving a small pool of dark stains on the bed sheet.

"Slow... Slow down..."

"Wu Gou" finally couldn't bear it anymore, and begged him.It's a pity that he ignored it, and every time he fucked, "Wu Gou" screamed out.At the most extreme blow, something leaked from Wu Gou's penis again.This time it was no longer in the form of a drop, but a small stream of milky white spray that fell on the black line of the quilt.

The camera retreated from Wu Gou's body, picked up the hand-held camera again, and the picture changed back to Wu Gou's posterior acupoint.Although no longer plugged by the cock, it did not return to its original size immediately after prolonged manipulation.The sausage inside was rubbed into a deep red color, and the outer circle was also bumped red, as if it had been thoroughly fucked.The photographer turned over with "Wu Gou" in his arms, and took pictures of his red nose and the end of his eyes.

The screen changed back to the fixed position, and as soon as the photographer put the camera aside, "Wu Gou" reached out to hug him.He held "Wu Gou" in his arms, and the picture gradually became blurred.Only the voice-over is still clear, but this time there are no subtitles.

[My Freya. 】

|| a letter

Wu enough:

Although you will never refuse my request, I didn't expect that you would agree to my request that was so excessive that I didn't even want to explain the reason.We all know that video is a particularly dangerous thing, and I owe it to you to say thank you for your trust.At the same time, I also promise you that no one will ever see this video except you.The finished film and all the materials in my hand have been destroyed, and the one in your hand is completely at your disposal.

Now it's time to explain why I wanted to make such a video.It's been a year since the release of "Lisi Mincha No Such Man", although its predecessor song will never appear in front of the public, but I'm actually not sure, in your mind, "Wu Enough" and Whether "Lismin" has been able to separate completely.At least I still remember the song "Wu Goucha No Such Man".

When we were separated by the ocean, I thought more than once about what kind of person "Wu Gou" is, or what kind of person he should be.Unfortunately, my ability is limited, and there is no way to accurately summarize an answer with one, a few, or even hundreds of tags.Every time I think about this problem, many scenes of our relationship always pop up in my mind, but instead of helping me understand the problem, they only make the problem more complicated.Perhaps this question itself is a false proposition, so in the end I gave up.

I can't answer what "Wu Gou" is, but I really want to do something, so I thought of using this method to present "Wu Gou" from the perspective of "Xu Xun" at the most superficial level.But since it is the perspective of "Xu Xi", it must be distinguished from others, so this video has changed from "Wu Gou from Xu Xi's perspective" to "Wu Gou stared at by Xu Xi".When we talk about gaze, we often refer to the carrier of sexual desire, watching and being displayed, as well as the gender and power behind it.But I want to say that at least in this video, the staring relationship between us was established, not because of the gap in status, just because you want to.

It's amazing that when I was post-processing the material, the anxiety that had plagued me for a long time suddenly disappeared.No matter what kind of thing is "Wu enough", maybe one day you will fall into such a proposition, but I don't seem to be so worried now.

On a lighter note, I finally understand what you mean by "mother tongue shame".I originally planned to do it in Mandarin, but later translated it into French.Although there are only a few sentences, the translation process is also extremely difficult (the last time it was so difficult to translate something was the first time I took a translation class and the teacher asked us to read "Baicaoyuan and Sanwei Bookstore").In the end, even in French, I still had so much to say that I could only write in letters.

In order to make this video, I have learned photography for a long time.There is hard work without credit, so if you are angry, can you tell me?Don't hold back.Otherwise, you can complain to my sister-in-law, anyway, she likes you much more than me.

(small print) If you feel good, you can praise me, I won't be embarrassed.

Our story is not over, and neither is this letter.

TBC.

*Quoted from the movie "The Painted Veil" theme song "Alaclairefontaine"