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Chapter 128: The Butterfly Itches

I was drunk and felt dizzy.

At this time, there was only a weak nerve in my mind maintaining my sanity, and I felt that this weak nerve might be broken at any time.

In addition to the urge to cry, a strong desire accumulated underneath.

I feel that I am particularly dangerous at this moment. Even if it is a small hole in the wall, I can't wait to get it in and have a good shot!

But I did not implement this evil idea on Sister Haitang.

Don't ask me why, I really don't know!

I really don't know why such a lovely beauty is lying weakly in my arms, and my desire has risen to the extreme. Why don't I have a good time on her.

Maybe, no one can bear to waste such lovely things!

Sister Haitang was also drunk and curled up obediently on her little bed and fell asleep.

With her rosy face, steady breathing, and super cute bangs, I couldn't help but kiss her.

He covered her with a quilt and said good night to her in his heart. Then he gently pushed the door open and went out, locking the door for her.

Outside the door, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help shivering.

Only then did I suddenly realize that the white snow floating under the pale moonlight was really beautiful.

Was the night when I was abandoned eighteen years ago also so beautiful?

It's so cold and I long for a warm hug!

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but my consciousness gradually began to blur.

I no longer know why my legs move, and I don’t know where these legs will take me. I just hope to find a warm bed to sleep on.

It feels swollen down there, and I don't know whether it's because I want to have sex or to pee.

After I got drunk, I couldn't care less. I found a corner, took out a machine gun and started shooting.

I actually fell asleep while holding on to the wall to pee! If it hadn't been for a gust of cool wind that woke me up, I don't know how long my poor little chicken would have been freezing in this sub-zero environment.

Put away my thing, it's still itchy down there! Damn it, why do you want to have sex so much under the stimulation of alcohol?

By some strange coincidence, I arrived at Sister Rose's house.

The door is locked, but don't be afraid, I have the key, hehe!

If you ask me why I have a key, it's because I lived in Sister Rose's house for a while two years ago and never gave her the key back.

After entering the house, I instinctively found Sister Rose's bedroom, then I stripped myself completely naked and couldn't wait to get into bed.

Naked? Yes, I won't tell everyone that I have a habit of sleeping naked.

Wow, it’s warm and comfortable under the quilt, holy shit!

No one should bother me. If anyone bothers me now, it will be his whore.

Not long after I fell asleep, I didn't know who it was and got into my bed.

I was so tired that I didn’t even think about who got into my bed. At this time, I was neither excited nor repelled, as long as I didn’t disturb my sleep.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, a pair of soft and warm little hands kept wandering around my body, from my neck to my back, then from my back to my chest, from my chest to my abdomen, and then from my abdomen to my lower body.

The thing was so hot with those soft little hands that I couldn't help but turn over and hug the person under the quilt tightly.

She also hugged me tightly, with her four legs tightly intertwined. We couldn't help but kiss selflessly.

"Hmm, ah..." A woman's sultry gasp came from inside the bed.

My lower body was extremely excited, and the other person didn't know whether it was consciously or unconsciously, but his legs were holding my thing tightly.

That thing was tightly clamped by her legs, it was so damn comfortable, I couldn't help but squirm with that thing in her legs.

The squirming alone brought me a strong sense of pleasure.

The other party seemed to be burning with desire, and screamed "Yeah~~Yeah".
Chapter completed!
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