big stutter

The first time I met him was on his birthday, two months after we established our relationship.

At that time, he no longer felt nervous talking in front of me, so I would chat with him often.

When we are not together, we will also make voice calls to tell each other how we miss each other. Usually, I finish what I want to say, and then listen to him slowly say what he wants to say.

On my birthday, he invited me to eat hot pot at his house.

The two of them have a tacit understanding that they don't know how to eat spicy food, so they cook the mushroom soup at the bottom of the pot.

We went to the supermarket to buy the food together, and he chose him to push him to check out, and I was in charge of eating.

I was a little bit ashamed, so I spent more than half a month's salary to buy him a watch.

I've never been so generous with myself.

I also bought the cake, which is in the shape of a pig's head, and the blessing card reads "Happy Birthday to Big Stutter".

After being together, he accepted that I called him "big stutter" and he called me "big baby".

At first, he thought it was not appropriate to call me that, and told me not to call it. I was a little afraid that he would think I was making fun of him, so I said "yes".

The result may be that when he saw my expression change, he became inexplicably flustered, and then he said to me aggrieved: "You... you call... call, I... I... I don't... don't mind... .”

I kissed him, and whispered in his ear pretending to be ecstasy: "Big stammer."

Only I can call this "big stutter", and I only call it when there are two of us.

Eating hot pot is paired with wine.

I am a very poor drinker, one bottle of beer can make my face turn red and hot, and after two or three bottles, my spirit can start to float.

So, relying on my drunkenness and stuttering pampering, I began to frantically explore on the verge of death.

I wrapped my arms around his neck with one hand, and lightly covered his tent with the other, facing his face, looking at him fascinatedly: "Big stammer, do you have a big dick?"

Dababa's face was also very red, but I think his face was even more red to the point of smoking after listening to it.

He didn't move.

According to my plan, at this time he should turn over and hold me down, then give me a wicked smile, and said, "You can see for yourself."

Then there is the unsuitable plot for children after taking off the pants.

But he didn't.

Just don't know what to do.

I had no other choice, so I decided to touch him hard first.

Put your lips on his, and slowly attack him.

After two months of special training, my kissing skills must have improved a lot.

Kissing until I lost my heart, I wrapped my hands around his neck and sat on his lap.

Still didn't think it was enough, I took the initiative to end the kiss when I was deep in love, and then said to him when he was feeling incomprehensible: "If your dick is too small, I can do 1 too."

Actually my ass already felt his huge shape.

Sure enough, he felt that he was losing face, picked me up and walked to the room.

I heard him say in a low voice, "You...you...you asked for it."

In addition to pain and pleasure for the first time, my biggest feeling is that it is very funny.

You can imagine him helping his big guy to fiddle with my chrysanthemum for a long time, and then with tears in his eyes, he said to me aggrievedly: "Come in... come in... don't go in."

I couldn't help laughing, but he suddenly came in without warning, pushing me to doubt my life.

Stuttering is very vengeful, he said he would not let me go, he would not let me get out of bed.

He did it.

The next day was Sunday, and I confidently pointed at him in bed for a whole day.

What a comfortable one.

Since it was opened for the first time, we are like the water of the Yellow River unable to close the gate, and we have done it again and again.

Later, I was afraid that my chrysanthemum would not be safe, and I was worried that his excessive indulgence would affect our middle-aged sex life, so I asked him to control it.

He doesn't like it, but he can't say no to me, so he will pretend to be wronged and act like a baby.

How could I fall into his trap? I'm looking for a boyfriend, not a son...

"Well... that can only be done one last time!"

Sorry, the gate is broken again.