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4 private photos
Guo Jia took a set of private photos for Jia Xu.
When this suggestion was made, Jia Xu paused his hands on the keyboard, pushed up the black-framed blue light glasses on his nose, and asked how to take them. Guo Jia was lying on Jia Xu's bed below, holding a pair of heart-shaped blush glasses to the light, and replied to Jia Xu's question, "I'll teach you."
Jia Xu thought Guo Jia would need a few more days to prepare, but unexpectedly, Guo Jia took the camera and started shooting. Feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the lens, Jia Xu suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
Guo Jia knelt on the ground, holding the camera to capture Jia Xu's ankle. The slender, well-defined ankle had once fractured from being pulled, leaving a swollen scar that still lingered after a long time. Guo Jia pressed the shutter, making a crisp clicking sound, just like in every TV drama.
Then the camera moved up, revealing the growing lines on the knees, thin traces like flowing rivers, with a small mole hanging on the bend of the knee, like a small boat swaying in the river.
Jia Xu is thin, as if all the flesh has grown on the soft roots of the legs, the slender legs merging together, forming a round and full small hill, resting on the pillow.
Guo Jia Press the shutter button again, leaving an ambiguous flesh seam in the viewfinder.
The slender waist is like a willow, soft and lean, with a concave bay when sucking in the stomach, and a soft little belly when relaxed, wrapping around the warm uterus, which will nurture the future...
Guo Jia unbuttoned Jia Xu's shirt, revealing a black lace bra supporting soft breasts. Jia Xu tilted his head back, holding onto a long string, exposing a delicate neck, like a trembling fawn.
Guo Jia stood beside Jia Xu, looking down and pressed the shutter.
Then he pulled her up from the chair, pushed her onto the table, and the computer screen flickered with an endless lake. Guo Jia carefully took one picture after another, capturing the unbuttoned denim shorts, plain underwear pressing against the narrow lace, and the abdomen marked with red imprints from the denim. The pulled-up white shirt hung down at an angle, falling on the waist and abdomen, like... like white...
Guo Jia chuckled and pulled Jia Xu onto the bed, dressed in light denim, a white shirt, black lace underwear, and her long hair spread out, all wrapped in Guo Jia's pink floral blanket.
The fragrance on the bed enveloped Jia Xu, and Guo Jia seemed like a delicate pea princess. The mattress had many layers, so Jia Xu sank deeper and deeper, almost feeling like he was drowning. Guo Jia knelt at the foot of the bed, looking at Jia Xu's lifeless eyes, and took the most satisfying picture.
Pushing the black-framed glasses to the top of his head, Guo Jia brushed aside the covering hair and pressed his lips to Jia Xu's chin, saying, "Good Wenhe... you have to be emotional... just like that day, like that day."
The soft fingers rubbed the edge of the jeans, like scratching an itch through a boot, but it did not alleviate Jia Xu's pain at all. So she curled up and grabbed Guo Jia's wrist. Guo Jia's hand was like a light feather, scratching the base of the thigh and then gently releasing it.
She smiled and said, "Yes, that's it... Wenhe is the most beautiful girl."
The sound of the camera seems to have never stopped, clicking and echoing in Jia Xu's ears, as piece by piece, the clothes were stripped away, leaving her naked, covered only by a blanket belonging to Guo Jia.
She said she was like a goddess, so Jia Xu really did break her soft waist like a goddess, her delicate arms hanging over the edge of the bed, reflecting the sunlight coming in from outside the window.
Someone was lying on her, like a pitiful little beast, sucking her breast and biting her painfully. She reached out to push, but was led to touch a muddy and damp flower core. She remembered, it was Guo Jia, it was Jia Jia...
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