Clown and Baba

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"Ugly, I'm back." Babala pushed open the door. This was their new home. There was only one room, with a small kitchen and bathroom; the four walls of the room were covered with all sorts of old posters, and the bed, which they had brought back from the junk market, was very sturdy with bricks. The table, which had three legs a few days ago, had miraculously "grown" a fourth leg; but what should be more noticeable was that the mattress was new, the blankets were new, and life was new!

"You're back, dinner's almost ready," the clown poked his head out from the kitchen. "You don't have to go to work today, right?" "Yeah, I'm resting." Babala took off her coat and changed into pure white loungewear. "I took tomorrow off, we're going to IKEA to buy some things for our little nest." "What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

"Today a customer tried some tricks and charged me a lot, hehe." "I've told you so many times, I turned down all the tricks, is this one badly damaged? Let me get some ointment and cotton balls to rub it on for you." The clown was a little heartbroken.

"It's okay, it's okay. I told you, it's okay, just apply it casually." Babala lifted her clothes and directed the clown to apply the ointment, making sizzling sounds from time to time, but she was still very happy, really happy. "I'm telling you, I've been saving this money for a long time. What do you think we should sell? If we have extra, shall we go to the shopping mall?" "Okay, whatever you say." The clown's movements became even gentler. "You said it's okay, but you're in so much pain." "Okay, okay, you busybody."

The two of them lived happily ever after like a prince and princess in a fairy tale, truly happy. Babala's sisters knew this, and they all looked very jealous. Babala couldn't help but chuckle when she thought about it. And it seemed like this kind of life could go on forever... Babala was a little afraid to think about it—would floating ever last forever? Maybe it would, if it did, but it was already very good, really good, except... except that she never went to work when she was with the clown. Actually... actually, if he really wanted to go in, I wouldn't object, would I? "Do I really have to say it myself? Ugh, how embarrassing!" Barbara's face flushed red.

Time flew by in their happiness. "Let's get married," Barbara suddenly said, hugging the clown from behind.

"Really?" The clown was a little taken aback. "Okay," he said, then seemed a bit flustered.

"Then I'll have a grand party and invite everyone to our wedding." "Okay, my princess." Soon, the wedding day arrived. A pure white wedding dress, impeccably tailored suits, dazzling candlelight, and beautiful women in bikinis and handsome men in swimsuits, of course, a constant stream of fine wine (Barbara said it really wasn't diluted), platters of meat, and platters of vegetables were indispensable. The clown was a little dazzled.

"Do we have enough money to pay the bill?"

"Don't worry, the wedding gift is enough," Barbara said. "Don't drink too much later, I'll give you a surprise, let you experience the joys of being an emperor. After we're married, you have to treat me well, no cheating!" "What nonsense are you talking about?" The night deepened, and the men gradually disappeared. The women's clothes were also disappearing. The clown was a little confused.

"How about it?" Barbara whispered in the clown's ear, "Hurry up and go enjoy your emperor's wedding." She held a wine glass in each hand, filled with bright red wine, her expression somewhat forlorn. "After it's over, remember to come back and drink this nuptial wine with me, and then you can only treat me well from now on." "Give it to me." The clown reached out and snatched a glass. "I only want you, don't you know that?" "I, I..." Barbara suddenly cried and knocked the wine glass out of the clown's hand, then turned and ran home.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" The clown quickly chased after her.

"I have AIDS." Barbara hugged the clown and buried her head in her hands, crying, releasing all her grievances and sadness. "Um... um, the wine was poisoned. I wanted to wait until you had enjoyed yourself enough, and then we would go down to the underworld to become husband and wife. But you, why won't you go? This will make me miss you even more, you know that!" Her voice grew louder and louder, until finally, it began to scream.

"Let's stay together until we die." The clown, who had initially panicked, calmed down. He was truly calm, speaking as if nothing had happened before. Of course, the world around them was also calm, as calm as ever.

"To the death?" Barbara tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Clown, you're so romantic." "Tomorrow, let's prepare some things first, and then we'll go to our bridal chamber tomorrow night!" The next day, they had a fulfilling and happy time.

Evening arrived. Barbara wore a pure white wedding dress, her hair piled high, revealing her smooth neck. A white orchid was inserted into her hair bun, and a string of bright beads shimmered around her neck. A specially chosen bodice perfectly accentuated a shallow cleavage. The wedding dress gathered at the waist, then flared out naturally like a tulle, hanging down to her feet. Her slender feet were clad in pure white high-heeled shoes.

"This is the bride of my dreams." The clown, also dressed in a black suit, with a white orchid tucked diagonally into his lap, looked very dashing.

"Happy wedding!"

"May you have a long and happy marriage!"

They first drank a toast together, then the clown took out a syringe and injected himself and Barbara with it. "This is sodium heparin; it will make you bleed uncontrollably." Next, they each took a Flying Fish brand razor blade and gently cut each other's left palms. Blood began to flow and then mingled in their hands.

"So beautiful, you tonight." The clown kissed Barbara passionately, their tongues intertwining in each other's mouths. His hands were also busy, skillfully unhooking Barbara's bra and moving freely between her breasts.

"Ugh... don't mess up your clothes." Barbara pushed the clown to sit on the edge of the bed, then squatted down, opened her small mouth, and slowly unzipped the clown's trousers with her teeth. The clown wasn't wearing a bra, and his penis stood erect. Barbara stood up, spread her arms wide, faced the clown, and straddled him.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two deep moans escaped simultaneously, an extreme satisfaction filling the entire space.

"We're finally together."

"Yes, completely together." "

So this is what it means to be intertwined, to be inseparable."

"It feels so good. We've wasted so much time before." The clown braced himself against the bed, using all four limbs to launch a fierce attack on Barbara. Barbara clung tightly to the clown, being tossed up and down by him, their thighs making loud popping sounds. She felt like she was being tossed to the clouds one moment and then back to earth the next. At that moment, their bodies were a match made in heaven, a perfect, seamless union, their intense movements almost sparking as they reached climax quickly. The volcano erupted, and a flash of red light suddenly appeared in their left palms.

"This is heaven!"

"You are heaven!"

It was truly a meeting of kindred spirits, surpassing countless earthly encounters.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner? I've been bullied by others for so long!" Barbara suddenly bit the clown's shoulder, crying as she said, "Remember this mark, you must come to me sooner in your next life." "Aren't you happy?" The clown was a little confused.

"No, I'm very happy," Barbara paused, then whispered, "I'm just greedy, I want the happy days to last longer." The blankets on the bed were covered in red spots, and in the moment of silence, the sound of dripping water came from the darkness. They both felt a little tired, but an extreme pleasure slowly spread from the wound on their left hands—no pain, only a strange pleasure washing over them in waves. "How beautiful!" They looked at each other and exclaimed. Everything around them seemed to be changing according to their wishes—the narrow little house disappeared, replaced by a wide pavilion; the old bedding disappeared, replaced by a bright red wool blanket; only the person beside them remained the same, only more beautiful, more gentle... "Again?"

"Again!"

This time, the clown first picked up Babala and placed her on the bedside. Then he lifted her skirt (her clothes couldn't be removed, otherwise, after death, her naked body would be unsightly), spread her legs, and carefully cleaned away the remnants of their battle with his lips and tongue. Then it was Babala's turn to clean the clown. Their movements were slow and meticulous, but they had plenty of time; all the remaining time was theirs, wasn't it?

After cleaning each other, they groomed one another, and a new battle was about to begin.

The clown stood by the bed, placing Babala's legs on his body. Her bright red vulva smiled at the clown, enticing him; the hair on her mons pubis lay softly, as if it would sway in a gentle breeze.

The clown's penis gently rubbed and brushed against Babala's vulva, appearing and disappearing with the movement of her labia; then, he thrust in suddenly, beginning a frenzied assault. There were no shallow thrusts, no techniques involved, only the most primal urges. They grew increasingly frenzied, their blood boiling hotter and hotter. The sounds of flesh colliding, the hissing of blood, and moans blended into a symphony, like accompaniment to their pleasure.

They did it again. That night, they went on and on, their movements growing slower and slower, the sounds in the darkness fading until they were barely audible, until only the ticking of drops echoed in the room. But their lovemaking continued, relentlessly, until they became one. They felt they had reached paradise, and would live happily together forever, undisturbed by anyone. Truly, because they were always laughing, playing, and embracing each other happily…

[The End]

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