Transvestite father异装癖的父亲和儿子被农民工虐待

"anyway, isn't it nice to be a chicken who can be fucked and make money anyway?"
I couldn't hear what he was saying at all. I just felt that the chicken had to insert my intestines out every time I went in and out. The constant amount of urine was meant to accumulate in the lower abdomen, and the sore numbness like the electric current rose higher and higher.
"Ooh, the bitch's losers are all the same?"
He touched my chicken and rubbed it on my face, leaving it in a stream of cold slime.
After a while, the sore distension of the lower abdomen reached its limit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
I wriggled hurriedly, trying to change direction, but he seemed to think I was flirting and flirting harder.
Da, da.
A stream of heat gushed out, and I shot and peed on his bed and pillow.
"Fuck you stupid bitch."
He kicked me out of bed, looked at the soiled sheets and pillows, and jumped down to punch and kick me.
The best part of my meeting is not over yet, and the chicken is still spurting turbid liquid, which is suddenly added by punches and punches, and can only be curled up and endure painstakingly. And in this violent beating, I leak more, crotch directly out of a large beach …... Bang. There was a rough sound of smashing the door. Who? Is it the neighbors who think they are quarrelling and swearing? Please help me... Hope rises in my heart. But when he opened the door and came in a middle-aged fat man covered with fat, my heart became cold again. "shit, what did you do to him? Don't get killed? " The fat man put the takeout on the table and glanced at me lying on the ground twitching. "I really wanted to kill this son of a bitch and peed the bed for me. Damn it, this is my only quilt." He scolded viciously, feeling that he was not relieved, and came up to kick me again. "Oh, stop fighting, it's just a quilt, and let the bitch pay for it." The fat man lit his cigarette and squinted and smiled. Yeah, I can make it up to you. Stop fighting. Please stop fighting. There was bitterness in my heart, and I didn't think that one day I would be beaten like a dog for soiling the quilt.