Chapter 8: You can't touch before marriage

After rubbing Xiaolu's pigeon breasts through the clothes, I was dissatisfied. My big hand slid into her collar and touched a thin bra.

In my small mountain village, underage girls like Xiaolu, who are sixteen or seventeen years old, usually don’t wear a bra, but wear a bra that looks like a vest but smaller than it.

My big hand flexibly walked around Xiaolu's back, unbuttoned her bra, and immediately held a budding little breast.

The skin of my tender breasts in my hand was delicate and soft like a ball of cotton wool. My fingers were fiddling with the two red beans on the top of my breasts. The pink bulges were kneaded and rubbed by me, and gradually became hard and straight.

Xiao Liu's face turned red, her bright cherry lips were slightly open, and she suppressed her fine moans, not wanting me to think she was a lewd girl.

My big tongue kissed down along Xiao Lu's smooth and delicate neck, licking the tender skin on her chest, and at the same time, the big hand that was placed on her soft waist reached into her pants, trying to explore the mysterious grassland.

don't want!

But Xiao Lu suddenly pushed me away with great stimulation, her little hands covered her open chest and her legs were tightly clamped.

I stood up and asked strangely: What's wrong, Xiao Lu?

Didn’t you always be fine just now?

Don’t you like Brother Tao?

No, Brother Tao, of course Xiaolu likes you, but my mother said that girls should love themselves, and their breasts can only be touched by their husbands!

Xiaolu blushed and pointed at her lower body, saying.

Yes, your mother is right, but am I your future husband?

Can't you touch it in advance now?

I followed her words and persuaded.

Xiaolu frowned and thought for a while, but shook her head and said: Brother Tao, it’s still not possible. Mom said that this can’t be done before marriage!

After we get married, Brother Tao will do whatever he wants!

OK, then I'll send you back!

I could only say helplessly that these stubborn old women had too serious feudal ideas and ruined my good things.

I hugged Xiaolu and sent her back. I watched her weak and slender figure disappear at the door. I looked at the little brother who had not yet become completely soft, and said to myself: Sorry, my brother, I didn’t let you taste the hole!

I didn't want to go back so early, so I just wandered around the village alone. Suddenly, when I passed by Widow Zhang's house, I heard a familiar voice. It was the moan of a woman when she had sex. The degree of this moan was as coquettish as my stepmother!

I walked carefully to the window of Widow Zhang's house. The windows in the mountain village were a bit dilapidated. I had known for a long time that there was a place where there was a broken hole in her house.