We met in a city not far from Shanghai. She's in this department, I'm in another department, it's like I'm in Building A of this castle, she's in Building B of the castle. It is the love of each other and the relief of each other, like a ship looking for a port leading to a return, quietly leaning against the shore, through a long journey, long journey. That's how we met, and every time I passed her window, I always looked back and saw what a 40-year-old woman was thinking. How she weaves her own dream in her world, whether it is full of blurred colors or full of black and white hue. I was always eager to know how she made up her dreams, and I wondered if one day something romantic would happen between us, just like the story of a French writer. Our dreams are woven together into a common dream. It is you and I are in the dream, we from the real world into the oil painting dream world. I see you from afar, a pure, quiet person as pure as a lotus becomes romantic, and as romantic as a ballerina. The flower in my heart that longs for love blooms, the flower in my heart is illuminated by the sun of your lust, and the brilliant me blooms the beautiful love flower hidden in the darkness to attract the butterfly that pursues the dream as beautiful as you. Resident in my body, absorbing the sweet fragrance from another world, I do not know when and what made me from melancholy to cheerful and sexy, and attracted to my world, absorb my nutrients. We are United by the parabola of love into an inseparable whole, like a fish, and the loss of either side causes the other to shed tears into the Pacific Ocean, but God will only say that I am a weak, spineless love. Who cares about the pathetic tears and the broken hearts. Although I am not a flower, you are not a confused butterfly, you are the harbor where I returned when I sailed at sea,the physical world I want to dock.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
Standing on the ship wandering in the sea, I think there is a price to pay for sexual attraction, this price is the lost self, can not find space for the depression and can not meet the lock of sexual desire. We can see that there are few old people in advertising, and few people over middle age are allowed to advertise. It is not difficult to judge by our genetic wisdom and the logic of acquired learning, and we can conclude that, in addition to the different styles of painting, in addition to the lack of attractiveness, the most important thing to ignore is the lack of sexual attraction. Whether you admit it or refuse it, it is an irrefutable, unshirkable truth-sexual attraction that brings beauty together, blooms of love, and bears sacred or sinful fruit. I was thinking, if one day, I fell in love with such a gentle, kind, honest, pure, sunny person who did not lose the joy of life, and the person who could tell me the colorful charm of her life told me that in her world, What was her color, what was her taste, and what was the aftertaste of her favorite physical coffee. I long to know how she and her loved ones weave their dreams.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
I became a dreamer, and although we all became visitors to the painting, I felt that I was still awake because I had not yet gone into her world, or knew that I must have left in a hurry. When I held her for the first time, her resistance let me down in tears and almost knelt down in her pomegranate skirt. She told me that her heart was not broad enough to be as inclusive as the sky in the Pacific Ocean. There was no second man in it, except for her husband, who loved her beautiful cave and was filled with sad her husband. Because her husband in her heart is honest, and is very love him, like a lit torch to love him, give her can fantasize and freedom of light and heat. But in the world where time flowed slowly, her love became as light as a pear, knowing that without curiosity and fragrance, she told her that she could not live like a prisoner looking forward to freedom, a year, two years, three years, When the itch of seven years, she left her love to give her body, comfort her soul, let her become sexy, beautiful, dignified, elegant hometown.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
She came to a city not far from Shanghai. Wrapped in winter, you can't see whether your skin is fair, whether your ass is sexy, whether your breasts are full, whether they're still so delicate, and as elastic as virgins. But who can put up with your romantic, coquettish, round buttocks walking posture?! Your sexy waist and your beautiful, seductive buttocks, which keep coming out of the fragrance of sex, make my Puritan quiet heart no longer quiet, restless, restless. My heart seems to have been seduced by your round ass.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
The first thing I love about you is to love your ass, the place where fertility is filled, the place where the body and the mind are confused, the door to your fertility, the nest of love that allows you to wander and stop. As a frank person, I come to tell you, "I don't want to hide all my true lust, I just like your round ass." I want to know what kind of comfort and imagination can be brought to the place full of temptation and warmth hidden in the buttocks, can one make a person become intelligent, or make a person become stupid? Is to make a person become heavy? Or do you want to make a person more motivated by himself? I want to be the second legal suitor in this castle to enter your body, if the body is one with each other, which realizes the cross-time portrayal of the picture of the combination of love and desire in ancient Chinese mythology. Adam and Eve fled Europe and came to China naked thousands of kilometers away, opening the first picture of sexual intercourse in Chinese history, a distorted, ugly, mysterious picture of the Spring Palace.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
After all, a person is lonely, if two people love each other, and combine, it is extremely beautiful and to be blessed. If we put aside the teachings of God and the teachings of integrity, we will find that romance is actually so passionate, so crazy, so exudes romantic fragrance, with more attraction than anything else. In a free and open room, I stroked your haughty ass. You can feel the tenderness in your deep cave and the love liquid sprayed with great pride. I became intoxicated, became crazy, became overwhelmed, became ignorant of heaven and earth, I became a crazy irrational person, as if into a world without sadness, no despair, no pain and confusion. And you, a virtuous woman who has become coquettish, raising her legs high, wet you, waiting for the filling of my sun, accompanied by the slutty, loud, Ahern, enjoying groans of self-conquest, and you have become a virtuous woman who has become coquettish, raised her legs, wet you, waiting for my sun to fill, accompanied by self-conquering slutty, loud, Ahern, subtle, enjoyable groans. Like Pan Jinlian in ancient Chinese textbooks, he is indomitable, unreasonable, coquettish, romantic, and elegant.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
That night we all had an appointment with each other, and you were wearing sexy black underwear as the man who loved you asked. Sitting quietly by the side of the road waiting for me to appear, I have just got off the bus eagle intoxicated with keen eyes into your body, peeping into your soul's nobility, freedom, romance, arrogance, complacency and plenty of desire for love. See wearing sexy black stockings, so a little temptation and moved, like lightning, like summer fashion across the deep starry sky, the original sexual impulse occupies my whole heart, let my soul constantly tremble. Let my lust have nowhere to hide, so that I can no longer play a hypocrite, I became a strong male lion running in the African prairie during estrus, directly jumped at the sexy beauty. I feel like I've got someone who loves me, it's a victory, it's a kind of growth, it's like climbing the Himalayas, with championship trophies hanging around my neck and rewards with signs of victory. The night I forgot the season, I no longer let you stay in a broken hotel, but in a hotel that could hold a dirty body but hide an elegant soul. It's just the two of us in such a big hotel, a broad room of lust. I feel like I'm lost in your world again, you're lost in my world, we're all walking in the world of oil painting, fragrant sexual desire attracts each other's bodies, just like igniting a hydrogen bomb with a hospital bullet, violent, crazy, crazy. Unstoppable, overwhelming, inclusive, and to destroy everything. Attracted to each other, you fade the clothes that block your beautiful, sexy, smelly ass, go into the ocean standing and hugging you, and I open the door to your world. Hug you tightly, the strong desire to attack wants to occupy you as quickly as the devil destroys a person. Want to insert your fertility door, is buried by human beings, roaming with strong love, beautiful and mysterious, can give me comfort, let me never forget, and finally let me lonely your nest. But you pushed me away and hurried to the heaven of love, when I had been completely picked up by your desires, had become uncontrollable, and had become as hot as a volcano to erupt. I quickly want to enter your wonderful body, enjoy the cave painting of your beautiful human body with you, completely integrated into one heaven, only you and I, the world has stopped, The infinite extension of space until the arrival of a black hole.
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
Falling in love with a 40-year-old beauty-I was lost in her world that night.（Translation of orig...
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