Once upon a time, there was a great female sculptor who was famous for her many works. But she remained single for no other reason than she never found the man of her dreams.
One day, on a whim, she picked up a large block of wood and prepared to start carving; what did she want to carve? A statue of Buddha? A totem? Or a figure? Yes! A figure. A man who is completely her personal favorite.. The world’s best character in one handsome man.
So the carver began to work, and she stayed out of her studio all day long, and the villagers felt very peculiar, and were thinking in their minds what great creation the great carver was going to accomplish.
The sculptress was very pleased with the figure she had carved so far, and considered it to be the best work she had ever done in her life! She sculpted the mannequin’s hairstyle with meticulous care, she carved his handsome features with profound care, and she sculpted the man’s strong physique, which gave off a seductive glow from time to time. She herself praised her work, feeling that there was no better man in the whole world than this mannequin, but it was a pity that he was a fake wooden mannequin. He was a fake wooden doll, not a living, seductive male animal.
Slowly, the female sculptor prepares to carve a representation of the male sex organ, determined to carve a sex organ that is unrivaled in the world, she carves greedily, her eyes already rippling with needy lust ．．．．
The sculpting work finally came to an end, and the female sculptor rushed to mix the paints, wanting to help her beloved dolls to get the best skin tone and color! The doll had brown hair, turquoise blue eyes… And wheat-colored skin… The sculptor reviews her work over and over again, lest there be something she doesn’t like, and when the paint dries, she wipes it over and over again as if caressing a spot on her lover’s face….
At night, she puts her favorite dolls on the bed, removes her bonds, spreads her feet, and sits on top of the puppets she made… Orgasm after orgasm… And again and again she cries out in pleasure… She gasps.. Again and again..
The stars did not know when to climb up to the sky, the female sculptor she was tired…. She slowly placed her work near the window so that the stars and moonlight could see her finished work, and she smiled with satisfaction…. But she was not satisfied with all this, and now she knelt by the window and prayed, devoutly and respectfully, she hoped that her wishes would come true, she said good night to the stars and good night to the moonlight, and gently kissed the figure, and said good night to the stars and good night to the moonlight. She said good night to the stars, and good night to the moonlight, and kissed the mannequin softly, and said good night to him, and good night to him, and good night to him.
A shooting star crossed the sky and brought the wish of the sculptress to the fairies, who of course witnessed it and were willing to grant her wish…
When the night-god’s carriage passed through the heavens, and the nymph hitchhiked to the mortal world, she looked at the wooden puppet by the window-sill, and suddenly, she thought to herself, “I’m not a man, I’m not a woman. Even she herself was struck by the handsomeness of the puppet, and she thought to herself, ‘My God! ‘My God! What a handsome young man this is…’ She admired the sculptress from the bottom of her heart.
The fairy’s heart swam as she circled the seemingly real figure… The fairy stretches out her hand.. “and touched the figure with a skeptical hand.” “Oh, my God. Even the gods couldn’t make this the best male body in the whole world. The best male body in the universe.
The fairy shook her head violently, ughhhh…. Almost lost her soul to him, but the fairy couldn’t help but look down, ”Wow! That female sculptor is really greedy! ‘ said the fairy in awe…
Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. It’s time to work… She raised the wand in her hand and mumbled something under her breath… Light gathered at the tip of the wand… The light gathered at the tip of the wand, and it became a dazzling light, and it shot straight at the puppet’s body, and the puppet’s whole body was covered in light, and he moved… The puppeteer moved. It was as if it was coming to life.
Puppet he stretched a lazy, to the beautiful nymph in front of the mischievous look, the puppet opened his mouth and asked ‘…. I’m free. I’m free. I can move! I can move…’ The fairy smiled a little and said ‘Hi, Puppet, huh? That’s not very nice. Why don’t we just call you Pinocchio…’. .
‘P… Pino… Pinochle! What a weird name!” he protested.
‘Listen, Pinocchio, I am the fairy who gave you life…’ Surely I have the right to name you! Do you see the woman lying on the bed? That’s your mommy…’
‘Mom… Mom? What’s a mom? Pinocchio asked again!
‘Stupid… It’s the one who gave you your form, how else did you get here?’
‘Whoa…’ He looked over to the bed and the fairy spoke again ．．．．． ‘When I cast the spell just now, I realized that you have a good nature…’ But you have a few bad traits. First, you have a tendency to lie… Secondly. That is, when you were a mannequin, you have already absorbed the Yin energy of women, and you will be very good at women’s sex in the future…’. And thirdly, ．．．．． So, I have to put a curse on you…”
The fairy raised her magic wand again… And a bright light shot at Pinocchio again…
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. When you tell a lie, you’re going to have a longer baby down there, and you’re going to have to go out with it.’ The fairy snickered. “And your love of women… Before the fairy could finish her sentence.. Pinocchio’s lips had already blocked the fairy’s mouth… The fairy’s face turned red.. The wand in her hand also fell to the ground, when the fairy wanted to turn her head to escape from Pinocchio’s ‘attack’! But at some point, his strong arms closed around her back…
The fairy was already melting in Pinocchio’s arms, her tongue was already entwined with Pinocchio’s… The fairy suddenly remembers what the gods have taught her.. She tried to use her magic wand again to break free… But the wand was no longer in her hands.. She felt her chest rise and fall.. She knew that what she was about to do would be beyond her comprehension…
Like a natural flirt, Pinocchio caresses the fairy’s skin again and again… He slowly removes the white veil from the nymph’s body, revealing her snow-white, seductive, virginal body. What emerges is the white, seductive body of the nymph, writhing uncomfortably like a virgin, and he moves his tongue like an old horse on a road. The tongue was lightly crossing over the face… The delicate neck. And down to the cleavage… The nymph thought to herself, ‘Is this the kind of pleasure that the gods won’t allow? A mewling sound escaped her own throat… What the fairy felt was an electric current of pleasure coursing through her body. ．．．．!
An agonizing, gut-wrenching sensation from the lower body, screams and gasps… Sweat and pleasurable sexual shocks… Even the fairy herself was paralyzed, all she knew was to repeat Pinocchio’s actions over and over again. ．．．．． She climbs to the top of the mountain… And then ．．．．．． She fell down heavily… Sweat runs down her pink forehead… Everything stops.. She gasps.. Thinking about how good it felt.. Still lingering in her lower body..
She clenched her fists… Pounding Pinocchio muttering curses under her breath ‘You’re bad… Do you know the last spell I just cast?!’ The fairy asked with a reddened face… ‘What I did was… ‘All the women who come into contact with you.. Will always love you and haunt you ．．．．’
‘Is this what sex is all about? No wonder even the gods don’t talk about the beauty of it…”
It’s dawn! The fairies say goodbye to Pinocchio.. She’s reluctant to get on the Night God’s carriage.. As the carriage slowly heads for the sky, the fairy asks hurriedly.. ‘Will you ever love another woman again? ．．．．． Pinocchio replied ‘I love only you in this world…’. The fairy smiled contentedly ．．．． But she didn’t know that when the little puppet said this, the guy below…’ ‘grew longer’ ．．．．