Funniest joke? Flirt with girls. Not the yellow one. The more, the better. Reward more points ~ ~

The girl came to a house and strolled in slowly! She didn't expect someone in the room, but it was a middle-aged man in his forties. She heard a soft door closing sound behind her, and then the man's footsteps slowly approached her. The woman groaned intermittently from next door. In this place, when passing through the corridor, the groans of men and women with goose bumps will come from time to time in any room.

The man walked across from the girl, gently lifted her chin and studied it carefully. She doesn't like the way he looks at her. The girl remembered her roommate's words, "Nothing, I did it when I was very young" and "It will bleed a little, but it won't hurt very much".

The man saw the tension in the girl's eyes, even with a trace of fear. He stood up, poured a glass of water beside him and put it in the girl's hand. "Relax, or you will feel worse." He said this with a smile on his lips, but the girl couldn't laugh at all.

The man held the girl's shoulder and slowly leaned against her back. She knew it was too late to regret it, and now everything had to be obeyed and at his mercy.

"Open a little", the man's tone seems to be gentle, but he can still clearly hear the feeling of command.

The girl did it. The man tried it and found it uncomfortable. "If you turn it up, it won't be easy to get in."

The girl did it again. She feels that her present posture must be indecent, even a little disgusting.

The man took out his big, long guy and played with it in front of her. The girl knows what will happen next. She threw her head back and closed her eyes helplessly.

This moment has finally arrived. The girl felt something hard coming in. She instinctively tried to hide, but the man held her down.

Pain! The girl shivered and let out a cry of "Ah ~". The man paused. "If it hurts, just say it. I can be gentle."

The girl didn't say anything, just hoping that it would be over soon. It's bleeding. The man seemed ready, picked up a white towel next to him and carefully wiped off the blood. That tall and strong guy has been in and out of her house, bumping around. Every time she touched the innermost place, she almost trembled with pain.

The girl uttered a vague voice, "Ah ~ ~ Uh ~ ~ Oh ~ ~", and the expression on her face was distorted. The man moved carefully as if he were studying something.

I don't know why, gradually, the pain is not obvious, a feeling of numbness and itching.

The girl cooperated with the man's movements, and it became more and more wet inside, even flowing out. She knew it was a normal reaction, but she still felt embarrassed. The man wiped the spilled water and was still very careful.

The girl thinks that maybe men are better than young handsome guys, at least gentle and not so rude. She feels a little lucky. The man suddenly used a force in the depths, and the girl let out a cry and leaned back. Her body trembled again because of hard work. She felt chills in her heart.

It's finally over.

The man slowly took out his big, long and hard guy, and then casually threw the ivory things at the front end into the tray next to him, and breathed a sigh of relief. The girl is waking up gradually. She sat up and feebly picked up the glass of water beside her to gargle.

Next to the tray, there is a rotten tooth that has just been pulled out-the back molar in the innermost mouth. The big and long pliers are nearby, and there is blood on the front end.

That old man, no, should say that he is an old dentist. He put a cotton ball in her mouth and stuck it on the wound. He still said very gently, "don't throw up after two hours." Remember not to rinse your mouth with cold water to avoid infection ... "