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Online or offline both OK, fat bbw Height 120cm Weight 200kg Libra
InterestsLight / No experience / <1 yr
Looking forIn real life
Dynamics
The daddies I've booked sessions with can be counted on one hand
Two tomato plants, and only this one survived
Sow 🐷
Can I ask if there's anyone in person? Sugar daddies, DM me
Got in Daddy's car, Daddy took me and bought me a phone. I rarely book training sessions — that was last year.
@卡主 Why is it still calling me out, waaah, it called me a fat old auntie. You half-buried old immortal, I'm cursing you out specifically — afraid I'd call you out? You've got no popularity left, go play with that husband 🐶 of yours. So disgusting, keeping a husband 🐶 again. Me and that beauty wasted our breath cursing those two pieces of trash.
The old bastard has arrived
Unemployed, no income — Daddy, come raise this piggy
I want to go back to the non-mainstream era — spiky explosion hair, canvas shoes, the long mp3 earphone cord from my pocket stuffed in my ears, the mp3 full of downloaded non-mainstream songs I loved listening to. Hearing them again now, the familiar melodies stir up my lost youth.
In my teens, during summer vacation, I'd wake up on the bamboo mat, lift the mosquito net, walk into the main room, and ride bikes with Mom to the market fair, facing the muggy summer wind, the mp3 earphone cord sticking out of my pocket hanging in my ears, listening to songs while riding. The market was lively, selling only cheap goods the countryside could afford, but I was happy, and free. The summer cicadas sounded lovely, like a drawn-out melody. Going with my little sister to play in the spring water, catching crabs at the dam, exploring an ancient tomb with an exposed coffin, picking pears at the grave mounds, stealing mulberries from other people's fields, catching fat chubby cicadas on the trees, picking cherries in the yard, skipping rubber bands with my sister, playing back and forth on the swing tied to the locust-flower tree, going to the small shop for popsicles. Every day I had endless pocket money; I'd egg on my sister's little friend to run to the shop for me, and as the boss I'd pay her a running fee. And there are many more happy memories.
If I'd known life would be this hard, I should have knelt down last time I went to the temple.
Like a young master, I haven't smiled in a long time either.
These past few years, time really flies like an arrow — and it's been pretty damn 'jian' (cheap) about it. Time has really done me dirty.
This world exhausts me — even the money I love most is in other people's pockets.
It's not that my temper got better, it's that I'm running low on qi and blood.
Wild daddies, come take an online session with me
I'm short eight thousand a year for rent, can a wild daddy rescue me? I admit I'm a piece of trash — read 'pizza' backwards and that's me.
Got tricked into coming to Nagoya by some idiot, then another good S rescued me. My luck is maxed out — even ending up on the streets would be hard for me.
I have a place to stay
Thanks to the Nagoya S for the hospitality, tomorrow back to Shandong
Hahahaha bbw
I'm a bit short on money, is there an online-class Daddy?
Beautiful like a ghost, not beautiful also like a ghost
I drag my suitcase, sit by a big pillar next to the entrance. Like a homeless person with nowhere to go, withered and shrinking in a corner of the ground, this is my territory, there is an invisible line around, no one will approach, separated by a distance, the ground is always full of people sitting in piles, some sitting on the ground waiting for a train, some just arriving in a big city lost and at a loss, some look like homeless people. I'm the lost and at a loss type, the money in my pocket is very little, before becoming homeless, I only need to spend on one meal. Because consumption in big cities is very expensive. I only have two hundred yuan. I sit by the ice-cold pillar, here there is an overhanging eave, sheltering the hot summer sun. I sit from morning to afternoon, occasionally changing to a comfortable posture, stand up and stomp my feet a few times, then sit down again. The aroma from the fast food restaurant beside floats into my nose, several times I impulsively want to go in and eat a bowl of beef noodles, and I hold back, if I eat the noodles, the money for lodging won't be enough. I ate all the biscuits and ham sausages in my bag, drank the mineral water to the last drop. Passersby glance at me from time to time, seeing my destitution and hardship, and no one lends a hand to rescue me. I understand, we're all adults, being destitute is your own business. What does it have to do with others. I continue leaning against the pillar sitting, my butt as if rooted, the time from afternoon to evening passes abnormally slowly, because I'm very hungry and tired, I pray in my heart, if a former Daddy would come rescue me it would be good, but I'm dreaming. When night is about to fall, the city is colorful, a person stops in front of me, I'm startled, he stops for a few seconds, making me can't help but raise my head, the moment I see his face, my whole body floats up dizzy. It's a former Daddy. How is he here? My face is full of question marks, my lips move, I can't speak, tears suddenly fall. He doesn't speak either, just touches my head, gently comforts me. He takes me to eat, also books a hotel for me, and gives me a check, I open my mouth wide counting the zeros behind, happily rolling on the bed. Accidentally I fall off the bed, my heart sinks, I wake from the dream, I'm still leaning against that ice-cold pillar, it's deep night, the people around are gone, the whole train station becomes dead silent like losing life, I'm like a lonely life form exiled here. I with difficulty hold the pillar and stand up, stomp my numb feet, the night wind is very cold, easily piercing through me, I hug myself tightly.
I drag my suitcase across the train station crowd, walking toward the agreed parking lot. My hand gripping the suitcase handle tightens slightly, I shrink my head and approach the parking lot. In the taxi queue I look into the parking lot, not seeing that person's shadow, I quickly tap my phone, where are you, I'm here. After sending the text, I stretch my neck and look around, someone pats my shoulder, I quickly turn around, see who it is, and breathe a sigh of relief. I drag my suitcase close to his car, he opens the trunk, helps me put the suitcase in. Then I consciously sit in the back, he is displeased, tells me to sit in front. I obediently sit in. Passing a road with sparse traffic, his hand restlessly slips into my clothes, I twist my body and turn my face to the window. Recalling encounters with all kinds of people. There are always some heart-fluttering moments, in a corner of my chest quietly startled and then extinguished.
I drag my suitcase, shuttle through the crowded train station, fast food restaurant colorful signs are dazzling, I'm on basement level two, upstairs the mechanical station announcement sound rushes into my ears. I drag my suitcase through the exit security check, take the escalator up to the ground, leave the air-conditioned cool underground, enter the hot summer. The sun overhead shines on me, my whole body almost fainting from the sun, walking unsteadily. I drag my suitcase past the entrance, walk along the roadside path, walk to the big road with heavy traffic, find a bus stop and wait for the bus. Double-decker buses pass one by one, I take a single-decker bus. The bus comes, I carry my suitcase onto the bus. Find a window seat and sit down, the cool air conditioning moistens my hot body, I feel very comfortable. My whole body relaxes. Leaning slightly against the window, watching the traffic outside, watching passengers get on and off. Arriving at the destination, I drag my suitcase off the bus, go to the hotel to check in, put my suitcase in the room, go out light to play alone, nothing more than wandering around scenic spots here, wandering around malls there, a superficial tour then back to the hotel, sleep. The next day, wander again, play again, take the subway to climb a mountain, not taking the open-air cable car became a regret, never saw the fiery red maple leaves. Never saw snow-white peaks covered in snow. I walked through sidewalks where sunlight dappled through branches and leaves, I ate snacks in fast food restaurants. Let the timeline go back more than ten years, I liked crossing pedestrian overpasses, liked standing on pedestrian overpasses watching the sky dyed orange-yellow at dusk, liked the hazy blue when night is about to fall, the lights just coming on, liked blowing in the refreshing breeze, liked freshly fallen new snow. Liked my shaky self walking in the human world, empty-handed, heart plain and light, a pair of eyes only capturing fleeting beauty.
There are so many men I've liked, if there's one trait that attracts me, I become like a licking 🐶. Before I always wrote about the one in Nagoya. To make him meet me, I sat at the subway entrance waiting for him for an hour, he didn't come. Because he'd met me before, it was me using a little trick to lure him out to meet, the second time I wanted to meet him, he didn't want to meet me. So he didn't come. Besides him, with men I'm always determined to win, how to put it, meeting me, going to the next step, that's me winning. Of course my heart is full of pride. What men think, what does it have to do with me. I only know I'm proud, especially for those who look excellent, bowing under my skirt, at that time I didn't wear skirts, I wore shorts, wide-leg pants. No little schemes, joy anger sorrow happiness all on my face. I'm just this kind of person. If it weren't for money, I wouldn't have met them. Poverty is also a benefit to me. For example if I became a doctor, a lawyer, I wouldn't enter this circle. It's because at that time I was like a stupid beggar, that I happened to meet them.
The only time I was going to be kept, that sloppy poor S, in that dirty rental house, took me out to buy a month's food, he bought a lot of instant noodles, a lot of eggs, whether there were tomatoes I forgot, anyway I stood to one side, sun blazing overhead, a dizzy feeling of submission in my heart. The keeping journey was about to begin, no matter who he was, it was just starting my keeping journey. The problem is the keeping journey didn't go smoothly, that same day I was kicked out by him. About what to eat, where to live, money, I didn't have too many standards and desires, as long as it could release me it was fine. How innocent, and still not treated well. That sloppy man's only advantage was being ruthless, ruthless enough to make me cry until I choked, that's why I looked forward to being kept, at that time I rode all kinds of cars, he drove a broken truck to pick me up, I really wanted to laugh. Of course I liked the one in Nagoya who ran a company very much, our fate broke and stuck together again, either I added him, or he accidentally added me, pulling for so long it was still because both sides thought the other was not bad, he scolded me, I scolded him, he blocked me, I blocked him, although the ending wasn't good, we never had a chance to meet in real life, he prepared to keep me, in the end he still lost to my foul mouth. I just can't learn to be well-behaved, to flatter with clever words.
Besides reminiscing about the past, the present can't give me freshness and excitement. Back then I was free, I could meet anyone, young, although a bit silly. They were gentle to silly me. I smelled the scent on them, sloppy ones, neatly dressed ones I've seen, high-class ones, cultured ones, sloppy ones, lowly ones, I've seen them all. Anyway as a woman, I saw higher scenery, that's my luck as an M. Of course their gentleness and kindness to me warmed the me of back then, now thinking about it, my heart is still warm. If you meet enough people, you'll always open a good blind box. Bad blind boxes, forget them in a day, let good blind boxes cover them. I really want to go back to the past, continue the fate again. Like crossing a high wall, seeing different scenery, when I had no money I'd go to an internet cafe, cast a net waiting for someone to rescue me, he not only rescued me, but also gave me a lot of money, before we met, he was simply a fool with lots of money. I always remember this act, that was me casually saying how much money to meet, and he gave it to me, hehe, with his financial power, the money he scattered was equivalent to change for a beggar, I know, what am I smug about, but for me, he is the god who saved me. I like him very much, so our fishing line pulled for a long time, we met twice, he rented a house for me, and bought me a broken computer that could only watch movies, he rented the house and only came once, the so-called keeping only came once, of course keeping doesn't give money, so he had no reason to come. Because I asked him for money every day, I gave him pressure, I guess. Anyway I didn't know back then, it's just that he would give me money, wanted to rent a house again to keep me, the second time made me change my view of him. I know, if a person is good to me, I definitely won't be satisfied when he's not good to me, if later he doesn't meet my demands, I'll be greatly disappointed in him, kick him down from the gods. Later he paid for me again, so I miss him. That sloppy poor guy, he can't give me anything, and he, he can give me a lot, so my demands on him kept increasing. I definitely want money, and I want to buy a house with an elevator, although I'm young, I'm not stupid. Just because I only know to ask for money, he ignored me, I guess. He'd rather let the earlier money go to waste than pay attention to me
My taste, it's just that predecessors raised it to be picky, I've met too many gods, so I don't want to waste words with low-quality people
Give me a sugar daddy to buy a new 🍎 phone, not enough storage
I want Master to buy me a new 🍎 phone, a small gift but deep affection, I will forever submit to Master
Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet me, noble Master
It's already 2026, and there are still people who can't afford a computer, it's me, I can't afford one, I want to play that gacha game, I must use a computer to play it. On my phone it's mosaic-blurry. Besides playing that game, a computer isn't much fun either
Pei Zhiqiu drives a Maybach, Qinghan rides in the passenger seat, sleeps on half the bed, can see him every day, and can naughtily provoke him, anger him to let him reward herself. I have nothing! Sob. Pei Zhiqiu buy it for me, buy it for me
I don't know what the novel has to be like to be satisfied, in short I'm still at the foot of the mountain now, I want to climb, pick that flower on the cliff
Crazy buying romance novels, only reading romance can improve writing, mystery novels and serious literature can't, character interactions are too concise, the explosive points are in plot and narration, I just like romance's overwhelming adjectives, character interactions sticky and mushy. I'm preparing to buy a hundred romance novels to read, only with paper books will I force myself to read one by one. I'm moving toward writing romance, not wasting a single day, making reading a daily habit.
All my money is used to buy books, how can a scholar's poverty be poverty
Finally 300,000 words, I'll keep writing as practice
Living drifting and vague, like a wisp of smoke, becoming more and more unreal, indeed a frustrated person can't love this world, despite today's bright sunshine, clear breeze, birds chirping
Those two have been written to boredom, starting new characters is the same, my writing power is just weak, I can't write something good-looking, just like my singing, tone-deaf, can't sing any song well, good at nothing, not a talent-type player, I'm very angry
Living, there are too many things to be jealous of, jealous of those who look good, jealous of those with good bodies, jealous of the young, jealous of the talented, jealous of the rich, jealous of those who sing well, jealous of those who make money writing novels, in short jealous of everything I don't have, I discovered, without these, and without uplifting spiritual support, it's really meaningless, it's not inferiority either, I just think I'm very dull, living on, it's all a burden
To love life, you need money, first have your own house, then fill it with things you like with money, even the floor should be nice dark good wood
A heavy rain drowns me to death
Today I bought old books, drank two cups of fruit tea, ate rice noodles, bought a skirt, another happy day 🐷
Blue hour
I'm going book hunting again today, I enjoy buying books, and I have to read them too, hee hee
Thank you Daddy for raising a 🐷
The used books I hunted down
