It is another night, sleeping in bed, panting, hands constantly moving, the mind of a girl, yes, is her, my girlfriend, no, at the moment she should have been someone else’s girlfriend! And I still love her deeply, but I can only imagine her masturbation forever Lonely holding the chicken, quickly playing around, thinking about the once lovely girl; and she must be in a warm bed, enjoying another bigger meat stick to bring her happiness. It is a painful thing to imagine that my favorite girl is being held by others, but I am a little excited. I seem to see her crying beside the boy, the shaking breasts, the dimples, the beauty. And once all these belong to me, but now they are wantonly enjoyed by other people’s meat sticks. I feel as if there is a voice in my heart that is still cheering for the boy. Let’s do her hard. Use your big meat stick to make my favorite girl climax and fall. I want to die.