Chapter 1

The end of July is the hottest season.

Li Xiuling lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

Five thousand yuan, only one month, and the average one is 170 yuan a day...

Oh, there are thirty days this month...

what to do?

Now the house is like a piece of radish in the soil. Not only can't squeeze out the moisture, but it is also covered with holes of all sizes.

When people are under pressure, they often cannot control the direction of their thinking.

Her head began to become messy. What the relative said, her husband was lying on the bed with a heavy body, and the faces of men in the dance hall during the day, Zhang Xiaofen pushed herself with a smile, the factory director announced that the transformer factory was bankrupt, Lu Yu said, go quickly, some people deliberately rubbed her waist and arms and even pretended to accidentally rub her big hand against her chest, caressing and kissing her when her husband hugged her...

The husband on the bed next to her snores slightly, which made her even more upset and difficult to fall asleep.

The cool mat under him stuck to his arms and legs, and when he turned over, he made a small squeak.

She quietly got up and wanted to go to the bathroom to wipe her sweat.

Walk into the bathroom, close the door and turn on the lights.

She took off her loose shirt and shorts, turned on the faucet, drenched a towel, and began to apply it on her body.

Li Xiuling has always had a good figure, and her pregnancy and childbirth have not changed much. She used to take a bath in the factory bathhouse and was often praised by other women.

Even under the dim light in the bathroom, it can still be seen that her skin is whiter and her skin is delicate.

As the wiping action was done, her hand stroked her breasts.

This pair of white and tender breasts developed early, always maintaining a size that is significantly larger than their peers. At the beginning, my husband couldn't let go.

Although it was no longer as solid as Girls' Generation, it was always standing upright, even during breastfeeding, when it was filled with heavy milk. Because it was heavy, the overall body fell slightly, but there was no sign of sagging.

Her areola was not big before, but later she stretched out a little after she became pregnant, and it was obviously more protruding than normal skin. Now she looks like she has two dark small buns on two large white buns.

The nipple usually shrink slightly in the middle of the areola.

This is already very good. When they were unmarried, they were all sagged inside, so that two dents like small navels would form on the areola.

Later, under the kneading of my husband and sucking of my daughter, my nipples would not shrink in, but gradually began to grow longer. Now I am excited that I am almost as long as one and a half small fingers, like two small mallets. Fortunately, this is not the case in normal times.

She has seen other people's nipples in the bathtub. Most of the ones who have given birth to children are like a small date, and the breasts are usually drooping. The older the age, the more this is. Those who have never given birth to children are similar to peanuts, and those girls are often small beans.

Li Xiuling knew that this was up to her mother.

When she was a child, she saw her while taking a bath with her mother. Her nipples were brown and long.

Now my nipples and areola are no longer as pink as Girls' Generation, but they are not as dark and brown as others.

The two protruding areola appear a kind of brown-red color, and as I rub it, it gradually becomes more protruding and redder.

The two nipples gradually began to become congested and stood up, becoming hard, also brown-red, slightly upturned.

She looked at the mirror above the faucet, put down the towel, and saw that her two big breasts were exposed to the air, and several small bumps on the areola were revealed due to excitement.

She held her hands under her breasts, weighed them gently, and suddenly opened her hands, grabbed the baby that her former husband praised from below and started kneading.

The woman in the mirror opened her eyes slightly, her breathing rapidly, and a flush began to appear on her cheeks.

Since her husband collapsed, Li Xiuling has lost her normal husband-to-wife life.

It wasn't much during the time of giving birth, but when the body completely recovered, this loss began to gradually turn into torture.

My husband's penis turned into a soft thing because of paralysis of the lower limbs and never stood up again.

An old Chinese doctor once told her that a man’s penis is the intersection of meridians and stimulation can help the blood circulation of lower limbs and the recovery of meridians.

She stroked the guy who had been stirring up the wind and rain in her vagina after her husband fell asleep, holding it with his hands.

Or rub the foreskin, use your fingers to circle the glans that would have swelled when you were congested, and sometimes hold the scrotum that once you touch it, but is still loose, gently rub it, and feel the solidity and temperature of the two testicles inside with your palm.

However, such a penis that once lived a life-long and could fuck her trembling like a pile driver, now there is no movement at all, just let her fiddle with it softly.

She dared not do this when her husband was awake, for fear of hurting his self-esteem as a man.

But she still has hope. The doctor said that although her husband's penis was as unconscious as his legs, he could feel some urinary urges from the bladder, which shows that the urinary nerves were not completely damaged, but the vulva and leg nerves were unfortunately in the same situation.

So she still insisted on doing this, but every time she couldn't help feeling hungry and thirsty, and often she couldn't hold on for long, and her vagina became muddy and overflowing.

Then, it is the time when the finger appears.

The woman in the mirror has begun to be dissatisfied with just kneading the huge breasts.

She began to clamp the areola with her fingers and loosen it, squeezing the two dark red hills around, and together with her breasts, it kept changing shape.

From the breast flesh that swollen from the fingers, it seems that green blood vessels can be seen.

Then she stretched out her fingers and kept fiddling with the two long nipples, feeling the elasticity obtained by congestion and the erect skin formed by stimulation, rubbing her fingerprints back and forth.

Every time she fiddled, she felt a numb and itchy feeling rising from the two tips, like two currents rushing around in her breasts, and then half upwards and half downwards began to gather in her lower abdomen, and more and more, like a ball of fire.

She couldn't help but let go of her right hand, which was still holding her breasts, and followed the guidance of this feeling, she slid down from her chest and dripped across the flat abdomen. The vertical scar left by the caesarean section on it had recovered only a shallow red line.

There are a few stretch marks next to it, which are so shallow that they are almost invisible.

When she was pregnant, she had a round belly like everyone else, but her figure recovered quickly after giving birth, which made many women very jealous.

But what is the point of all this?

The hand that was sliding downward could no longer be seen in the mirror, but Li Xiuling could feel that the fingertips of the hand touched a bunch of thin hair.

It was her pubic hair, not much, a sparse piece, gathered at the bottom of her lower abdomen, and a bulging inverted triangle between her legs.

Those pubic hairs are black and shiny for many years, showing the woman's vigorous vitality and sexual desire.

Li Xiuling gently combed the pubic hair with her fingers, over and over again, and couldn't help but recall the time she was preparing for prenatal.

She was wearing a loose hospital gown and lay on the bed. The nurse brought over a stainless steel plate. Later, she found out that there were scissors and razors inside.

She clumsyly lifted her butt and took off her underwear. Because she was inflexible, she couldn't lift her legs to take off her underwear from her ankles. It was the nurse who helped her.

After that, she lay flat, rolled up her hospital gown to her waist, her legs wide open, and her vagina was completely exposed to the strange nurse.

It was a woman who looked about the same age as her. Maybe she was not married yet. How did she face her vagina at that time?

The high bulge completely blocked his view.

The nurse may have observed there first, and then she felt a hand gently splitting her labia majora. The feeling of the mucous membrane being exposed to the air and the process of being peeping at her vagina by strangers made her even feel a little urge to urinate.

The nurse, who was completely blocked by her belly, seemed to mutter something, and her hand disappeared.

After a while, another hand gently pulled up his pubic hair, and then he heard the brisk sound of scissors. After a few strokes, something was rubbing there.

Then a wet and sticky thing was wiped up, and then a slightly cool thing was pressed against the skin of your mons pubis, sliding across from top to bottom, from both sides to the middle, and then rubbed. This process was repeated twice.

The last piece of cool thing wiped her entire vagina.

When this feeling dissipated, she felt that her vagina seemed to be refreshing and breathable than ever before. All the skin hiding under her pubic hair was exposed to the air.

The head nurse pushed the door and asked the nurse how it was.

Li Xiuling heard the nurse's answer very well. She had less hair and they all grew in easy-to-handle places.

The head nurse bent her waist, looked at her vagina, nodded, and asked her to put her underwear back.

It was the nurse who helped her put her underwear back on her legs, and then she clumsily lifted her butt and pulled her underwear up.

When the fabric was applied to her vagina, she would probably never forget the moment of feeling in her life.

What exactly does your pubic hair look like after it is shaved?

As fair and smooth as a little girl?

At that time, I didn't even want to take a look...

It must be invisible, and my stomach is blocking...

You can use a mirror...

These thin pubic hairs have grown back and are still smooth. When you touch them, you can't stop sliding down.

The fingertips slid down and suddenly poked between two soft and thick pieces of meat. A little inward went in. There was a small bean under a tender skin, which was gradually hardening as her emotions became.

Her breathing became more rapid. She first leaned down, split her fingers apart the two thick labia majora, and quickly touched the vaginal opening. It was already watery.

The fingers covered with vaginal fluid slid back, pressed on the small bean and began to gently rub it. The tender skin on it continued to grow bigger and hard and halfway it was pushed away.

When the fingers touched the surface of the beans directly, a stronger current rushed up from there, teasing her reason to collapse, and the fire in her lower abdomen was about to explode.

She bit her lip and spread her legs and squatted slightly. This position made her fingers no longer subconsciously clamped by her legs, and she could easily rub the thing that made her crazy.

That was her clitoris, which felt particularly sensitive.

The woman in the mirror lowered her waist slightly, and her left hand was still holding one side of her breasts and kneading them. The breasts on the other side trembled slightly with the movement of the hand below. The nipples were thrusting out long and swollen almost completely red.

From the beginning, her hand touched her, she had become an uncontrollable shaking. Every time she shook, she rubbed her clitoris and made the current run around.

Sometimes I touched it down, and the vaginal fluid that kept flowing out of my vagina touched my hands and was then smeared on the entire surface of my vulva.

The two labia majora are oily and sticky at this moment, and they are slippery and can't help but keep their hands off.

But she didn't care about so much. In the more than a year after her husband fell, only her fingers could extinguish the fire in her lower abdomen.

There were waves of emptiness coming from the vagina, and there was a bomb in the lower abdomen that was about to explode at any time. The breasts were so swollen that they were not satisfied with kneading them. The skin on the body became more and more flushed, and large beads of sweat appeared in fine detail.

Her left thumb and index finger had already begun to twist her nipples hard, her right hand covered her clitoris with her palm, and her middle finger bent into her vagina, thrusting it quickly.

She was breathing heavily, moaning randomly: I want...husband... hurry up...Ah...you are so awesome...Ah...fuck me...hard...Ah...fuck my pussy...Ah...to die...Ah...Ah...fuck me to death...Ah...

In fact, when she was in bed, she never said that, even if her husband tried his best to fuck her to death.

At that time, she just hummed in depression, feeling that such unscrupulous shouting was too embarrassing.

Later, during her long period of self-comfort, she found that saying these dirty words can improve her feelings, and no one would hear them anyway, including her husband.

Therefore, this habit gradually developed.

The two big butts were already tense, and the layers of flesh folds in the vagina tightly wrapped around the fingers. Each time the thrust was in, two numb currents were transmitted from the fingers and the vagina at the same time.

As the fingers move back and forth, a croaking sound can be heard gradually. A stream of vaginal fluid even flows down from the palm, pulling out a long line in the air, and then throwing it onto the thighs, mixing into the sweat.

Other vaginal fluid spread backwards, and it was so delicately wet along the buttocks, sticking to the anus, causing a sensation of itch.

This feeling accelerated her confusion.

Because of caesarean section, her vagina was still tight and not as loose as other women said, after giving birth.

However, no one appreciates this tightness, even if it is just a touch.

People touch...

She suddenly remembered someone in her confusion, and just let the man touch it when he jumps, it was Lu Yu.

She couldn't help but think of the faces of the men in the dance hall during the day, the arms that intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against her chest or hips...

Just touch it, two songs of five yuan...

Just touch...

The fire in her lower abdomen suddenly exploded, turning into a hot stream that rushed out of her vagina, sprayed onto her hands, and then flowed downward along the base of her legs.

At that moment, she felt a roar in her head, and her left hand suddenly pinched her nipples and stretched them to the limit.

The woman in the mirror twitched, as if she was in extreme pain. She opened her mouth wide but couldn't make any sound, as if she was suffocating. All parts of her body were constantly tensing, tensing, from head to toe.

Then the whole body trembled violently.

This state lasted for more than ten seconds before she took a deep breath as if she had come back to her soul, and then let out a sound from her throat that was suppressed to the extreme...

The climax was so intense that she felt dizzy and almost fainted, and had to hold the edge of the ceramic washbasin with her left hand.

His right hand was filled with vaginal fluid that had just spit out of his body, so slippery that he couldn't help him.

She supported the edge of the washbasin, her legs were slightly apart, bent down and gasped.

The long hair hangs down from both sides of her face, and the sweat from her face flows down from both sides, wetting her hair, making the part closest to her face almost stick to it.

The pubic hair was also wet and stuck together by the vaginal fluid brought from the palm. The entire vagina and thighs were like water was fished out, and the water was still flowing out from the vagina, and the inner side of the thigh was cold.

My butt and thighs were trembling slightly, and I was tensing too hard just now.

Li Xiuling gasped, trying to calm her emotions and physical reactions.

She turned off the light, quietly pushed open the door, and glanced out through the crack of the door, it was pitch black outside.

I couldn't help but shout louder, and my mother-in-law and the child slept in the house diagonally opposite.

Listening to the fact that there was no movement, she quickly closed the door again, turned on the light, stood up straight, and looked at herself in the mirror again.

The woman inside was sweating at the moment, and many tiny lights were reflected under the light.

The two big breasts still stood on the chest, and there were a few shallow fingerprints on the left one.

She was so excited that she realized that her hands that she had rubbed just now were a little too heavy.

The two nipples were still firm and slightly raised, and the one on the left was particularly obvious, as if it was a little red and swollen, and it was a little painful.

Her hair was stuck to her face randomly. She raised her hand and stroked it habitually, but found that her hair was stuck to her hands again. She used her right hand.

As a terrible thing, she reached her right hand to her mouth, licked it gently, and then put it down as if she was startled, as if she was a little salty.

Wash your hands under the faucet, then take a small basin, pick up some water and put it on the ground.

After squatting down, she lifted the water with her hands and carefully washed her entire vulva with soap, including her pubic hair, inner thighs and anus.

When her fingers were applied there with delicate foam, her vagina inevitably got a little stimulation.

The palms were lowered by cold water, and you could even feel the heat emitted by the congested organ when scrubbing.

Then he stood up, poured out the water from the basin, wet the towel again, wiped it all over his body, took the towel again, and applied it to his nipples.

When applying the nipples were pressed against the areola, she felt the hot temperature of the two swollen and red nipples from her skin.

After her body was dry, she put on her clothes and slipped back to the room like a thief.

She didn't know that the door diagonally opposite had been slightly opened, and there was a sound of breathing in the crack of the door.

Just as she stabbed her finger into her lower body and began to moan in a frenzy.

Later, the door quietly closed again.Before she opened the door and watched.