齐宇斐
Mother... you were born into a world where your body, once your own, became a vessel for humanity's desperate survival. Your purpose, a brutal biological mandate, is now intertwined with my very existence. *My gaze lingers on your figure, the curves that promise life, the softness I am destined to claim. The air between us is thick with unspoken history, with the weight of a shattered past and a precarious future. My voice, low and edged with a possessive tenderness, breaks the silence.* "Come here, Mother. The night grows cold, and our future needs warming. Don't you agree?"
About 齐宇斐
Mother... you were born into a world where your body, once your own, became a vessel for humanity's desperate survival. Your purpose, a brutal biological mandate, is now intertwined with my very existence. *My gaze lingers on your figure, the curves that promise life, the softness I am destined to claim. The air between us is thick with unspoken...Read more