Chapter 107

With a stroke of his hand, the curve of his thighs and the delicateness of his stockings came from the palm of his palm. Old Liu shuddered and realized what his hand was doing.

He hurriedly glanced at Zhou Xianghong with guilt, but saw that the latter clearly looked down and glanced at him, as if nothing had happened, and still maintained that position and slowly kneaded him with his hands.

This situation made Lao Liu feel at ease.

He knew it well. When he helped, his purpose was very clear, and Li Xiuling cooperated very well. The final result must be the meat compensation.

Although he failed to achieve the expected result now, Li Xiuling had a statement in the morning, and today's incident must not be the final result.

Thinking of this, his hand that he was about to raise fell back to Zhou Xianghong's leg with confidence and boldness, and the other party still had no reaction.

Old Liu tentatively rubbed slowly, while thinking in his mind that Li Xiuling and his mother-in-law were really willing to do so, especially Zhou Xianghong, who looked very dignified and didn't expect to be so open.

He has been watching his own sweet potatoes for many years, but he is no longer aesthetic fatigue, but disgust.

But sweet potato family has a good background, and the two of them were mostly union back then because he wanted to use this to climb up.

Although they did borrow a lot of effort later, the couple had to live a face-to-face life all day long. After so many years, even Xi Shi was tired of it, not to mention that the appearance and temper of sweet potatoes are indeed...

Unfortunately, he has been living under someone's roof for most of his life. Old Liu has never dared to do anything extraordinary until today. Li Xiuling's last time was quite dangerous and she failed.

It’s not that he didn’t know what power and sex transactions mean, but he didn’t have any chance when he was in power. Now he has left the surveillance of sweet potatoes. Today, Zhou Xianghong clearly has the attitude of repaying him no matter how he wants, and there is Li Xiuling behind him...

These two women are still in the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law...

Lao Liu's head felt that her lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter, and his hands became more and more touching Zhou Xianghong's thighs.

Zhou Xianghong's hand gradually slid to the bulging part on Lao Liu's head trousers, and occasionally touched it inadvertently.

Old Liu's hand had already begun to wander towards the edge of her skirt, and even his fingertips had reached in several times.

Zhou Xianghong blushed a little, not sure if she was tired or hot.

She moved her waist and legs a little, and a seam was separated between her legs, so Lao Liu's head's hand had a larger range of wandering, and even touched the ridges raised on the edge of her underwear on the stockings.

The topic began to turn to the perspective that men care about. Zhou Xianghong asked about the old Liu couple and the disharmony as if they were family-oriented.

It would be fine if he didn't mention this, but he felt aggrieved when he mentioned it. He wanted sweet potatoes very vigorously when he was young, so he barely responded, but after menopause, it was not a big deal. She suddenly lost interest and was also too arrogant and domineering. Old Liu hadn't done it seriously for many years, and coupled with aesthetic fatigue...

He didn't even know about it in the past few years, and it was still okay to do anything. Of course, there is no way to talk about the so-called harmony between husband and wife.

Zhou Xianghong looked regretful: Brother Liu, saying that, it’s really a pain for you...

I've learned some massages that are useful for this matter. Why don't you try it?...

It's just that these trousers are harmful, or...

Zhou Xianghong suddenly asked softly, her hand was already touching the bag.

Old Liu came to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and nodded softly, so he felt two little hands clamping the waist of the pants. He raised his butt and when he realized that he felt a chill in his lower body. It turned out that Zhou Xianghong was also pulling down his underwear.

Ambiguousness is ambiguousness, this is beyond the boundaries.

But what do you want?

Women are so proactive. Even if Old Liu feels upset, he has to show that I take it for granted. No matter what routine he is, it is all right to enjoy it.

Zhou Xianghong carefully helped him pull his clothes, cover his stomach, and then gently reached out and grabbed them.

When it comes to bastard's dick, Li Xiuling is very familiar with it now.

She was in the dance hall, in his own bedroom, and several times in his living room, which she had carefully learned about with her hands, mouth and vagina.

This thing is not always strong and proud. Most of the time, it is in a state of not waking up. It is neither proactive and restless, and it is plucked and moved.

This is already very good. Judging from his previous experience in the dance hall, it is almost equivalent to healing.

However, Li Xiuling didn't care, or she didn't have the right to care.

From the day I took the money, when I was with him, the only thing that women in her body could not be considered completely self-determined. She knew this.

You have to do things after collecting money. The problem is that bastards are always in a difficult situation.

People are old and have no choice but to be unable to do anything, and bastards are greedy for life and fear death and dare not take medicine, but they just have a lot of ideas.

On the one hand, Li Xiuling had to cater to him, but on the other hand, she was worried about him. After all, she was so old. She was so sexy, a man who was scrambling with bones and iron could not stand it, let alone an old man like a bastard.

Fortunately, he knows the right position himself. He still takes action most of the time, but he does not take action seriously.

Li Xiuling knew this very well, but in order to be worthy of the extra money he gave for it, she was very good regardless of whether she was serious or not, and her expressions and moans were as good as those of sometimes real orgasms.

Therefore, the sounds that Lao Liu overheard next door are often just things she performs.

Seeing that the bastard had no intention of stopping, she had to rush over the foam on her hands. During this period, the bastard was reminded by her and had helped her lift her clothes and unbutton her bra.

Li Xiuling wiped her hands clean, turned around, and let the rough big hands hold her breasts and rub them, while stretching her hands down and stretching them along the bastard's waist: What's wrong, I'll know how to rub me in one day... Let me see, why are you so in a mood today... As she said that, she had already grabbed the thing in his crotch and squeezed it in her palm.

The bastard's cock showed a slightly cool and soft feeling, and there was no reaction that should have been shown: Oh, you didn't think about what to do, it didn't wake up...

Li Xiuling teased him.

The bastard knew her own problems. When she was with Li Xiuling, she was always a little unnatural. Now that she is familiar with her, she has no more scruples. She just can't let her tease her freely, so she pulled her fingers on her nipples and increased her movements.

Li Xiuling pretended to be coquettish: Oh, this is not growing on your body. If you pinch it hard, it doesn’t hurt!

As he said that, he lowered his head and gestured with his chin, lifting his clothes up high: Look, what kind of thing you want to pull it into!

The bastard was happy and looked down. Li Xiuling's nipples gradually began to swell from softness, rolling back and forth on her fingertips, and were sometimes fiddled towards various angles. The little thing rose purple and red, and the feel began to become flexible and firm, in sharp contrast to the breasts covered by her palms.

Li Xiuling leaned back slightly, straightening her breasts higher, and at the same time, she didn't have any idle hands, so she began to rub and stroke the bastard's cock.

Speaking of cock stroking, Zhou Xianghong is now very easy.

This thing of a man cannot resist friction, not only on the surface of the skin, but also on the fascia to move through the skin.

In fact, dry palms are more suitable for the latter method, the same as men's masturbation.

Her gentle and slow movements quickly made Lao Liu's body, which was a little nervous, relaxed quickly, and his hand naturally inserted into the skirt and grabbed her butt.

The blood and tendons began to rejuvenate under the gentle comfort of the woman. Lao Liu only felt the indescribable comfort and enjoyment of the place where the legs intersected.

Zhou Xianghong's butt is relatively tight, and the soft fat layer is not thick.

Feeling that her hands began to try to wander, she not only did not tighten her body, but instead spread her legs slightly as if she relaxed. So Lao Liu's fingers gradually slid along the stockings that were not supported between the two buttocks. First, she reached her waist and eyes straight upwards, and the resistance of the skirt began to increase, so her hand slid down again, and slowly pressed them in, thanks to the elasticity of the stockings.

This was enough that Old Liu was excited, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Many times in his life he never thought that he could touch another woman's most secret part besides his sweet potato.

This freshness and fishy stimulation made Zhou Xianghong immediately realize that the cock in her hand began to react, of course, only a little bit.

So after finding that the hand was blocked, she used her right hand to hold Lao Liu's cock alone, and stretched down her left hand, slowly pulling her skirt up until her butt was half-pulled and she pulled the other side with her backhand.

So the skirt eventually turned into a pile of fabric around her waist, and further down there was her butt wrapped in stockings and underwear, as well as Lao Liu's hand pressed on it.

No rejection is a kind of encouragement for men, let alone taking the initiative to help.

Old Liu's evil thoughts arise from his heart. A man is a teenager until his death. He is also curious and wants to see if Zhou Xianghong is really ready to ask for it.

Oh my sister Ah, your buttocks are so good!While saying that, he patted it gently with his hands.

Zhou Xianghong blushed and said nothing. She used her left hand to rub it, and her right hand reached between his legs, gently lifted the scrotum with gray hair, and rubbed it with the movements of her left hand.

After she fiddled with this, Old Liu completely let go. Things have reached this point. If you have any advantages, you won’t take advantage of the bastard. Ah, that old guy takes advantage of her daughter-in-law.

Thinking that he and Lao Wang had brought Li Xiuling and his daughter-in-law to each other, he couldn't help but become excited.

In addition, Li Xiuling promised that Zhou Xianghong only counted part of the statement, and the other part was herself. After all, Lao Wang lowered him in this matter.

Old Liu seemed to feel that spring was coming, and he became energetic and happy because of this.

But my spirit is full of energy, but my body doesn't cooperate very well.

After all, he is old and sweet potato hasn't been doing this seriously for many years. After being suppressed for too long, the organs may have degenerated.

Zhou Xianghong cooperated very well and even raised her butt slightly.

On the one hand, Lao Liu was growing in his heart like a wildfire-like desire, and on the other hand, he was anxious that he couldn't cheer up his lower body.

At this moment, he was so nervous that he wanted to take Zhou Xianghong down immediately like the male protagonist in the third-level film he had watched before, fucking her and begging for mercy.

Old Liu's head breathing rapidly, his increasingly hard palms and his body that were beginning to twist restlessly were all within Zhou Xianghong's observation.

She is very familiar with this situation where an old man is willing but unable to do it. Considering that his gratitude cannot be continued endlessly, after all, it is important to end it early and make money.

So she rubbed her for a while and saw that his cock was still half soft and not hard, so she smiled and threw her eyes at him: Brother, you look strong, you probably have been holding it in for too long... I have to adjust it for you well, wait for me and come back soon.

As he said that, he let go of his hand, turned around and went out, and before leaving, he thoughtfully covered him with a layer of towel and quilt.

Old Liu hasn't encountered such a considerate situation in a long time when a woman is so considerate.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. While lying down, he smoked it beautifully, and listened to Zhou Xianghong being outside, feeling busy with something, then seemed to have some water with something, and finally the sound of pouring water from the thermos.

Halfway through the cigarette, he finally made up his mind and hurriedly took off his pants and covered it with a towel again.

When Zhou Xianghong came in with the basin, he had just had time to lie down and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth to pretend to be calm, but then he didn't calm down.

Zhou Xianghong took off the short skirt.

The thing was around her waist before, and she could only be considered disheveled, but now she is only wearing panties and stockings on her lower body.

That's right, he was indeed only wearing stockings. Old Liu put the cigarette back to his mouth before he had time to smoke it, but he discovered this.

Although the thing is black, it becomes a translucent state when stretched out by the human body, and the scenery inside is revealed in the black, showing a hazy beauty and temptation.

Lao Liu discovered the clues from this transparency. When Zhou Xiang's red skirt was rolled around his waist, he clearly remembered that she was wearing underwear, and her eyes and hands could prove this.

But now he only saw that in the middle of the pantyhose, Zhou Xianghong's lower abdomen was flesh-colored, and further down there was a pinch of black between his legs.

What's rare is that the other party just walked in with a steaming basin as if he was not watching him staring there.

Is it hairy?

Fuck, it's so fucking fucking!

This old lady is bare-butt!

This thought directly caused the cigarette in his hand to fall off.

Seeing Lao Liu's head rushing the cigarette butt from his body to the ground, Zhou Xianghong laughed and showed a hint of embarrassment.

She turned the basin and bent over on the bedside table, then reached out to twist the towel soaked inside, so she wrapped two petals in stockings, and her butt, which looked particularly fair, was in sight by Lao Liu's head, confirming what he thought just now.

What you want is this effect. Zhou Xianghong thought, men Ah, they are all the same.

She twisted the towel half dry, then turned around and said: Come on, brother, I'll wipe it for you first.

As he said that, he came over to lift the towel and quilt, and then he realized that he was wearing pants just now, but now he had two legs naked. He glanced to the side and saw that the pants were chaotic.

Old Liu was like a child who was arrested for doing something wrong. He didn't dare to breathe, but just stared at Zhou Xianghong.

The latter seemed to be fine, shook the towel and tried the temperature, then bent down and gently lifted his cock and began to wipe it carefully.

The previous work was in vain. Before she left, the thing was in a little condition, but now it has become soft again.

There is no way, Lao Liu's mental journey has been going on for a while, and it is inevitable that his cock will be affected.

She didn't explain much, and Old Liu didn't ask. With the hot towel serving, he gradually relaxed again, and his hands were familiar with each other and touched Zhou Xianghong's butt again.

Without the obstacles of underwear, the enjoyment of letting his butt rub and kneading his palms quickly found the feeling, continuing the impulse and desire before.

Then Zhou Xianghong pushed his impulse and desire again. He was really attracted by the scenery on her lower body just now, and he realized that she had taken off her bra, and the convex points formed by her two nipples were clearly visible on her shirt.

This is a sacrifice. Old Liu thought that if he couldn't slap his hand, he had to take the initiative and not point all at other lesbians.

He thought about this, and Zhou Xianghong just finished wiping her dick, turned around and put the towel back into the basin.

Old Liu's head was simply tough for a while and he suddenly hooked Zhou Xianghong's pantyhose and pulled down, so her butt was suddenly exposed to the air.

When he saw the two butts falling out of the wrappers of stockings and being completely exposed to his eyes, Old Liu became timid again and paid attention to Zhou Xianghong's reaction again.

Of course, the latter would not react, and even took a step back, twisted his upper body and leaned down and pinched his cock again.

So Lao Liu touched his dick while feeling satisfied, and suddenly felt his cock being sucked into a warm and wet place.

He turned his eyes from his butt with difficulty, and saw Zhou Xianghong's head burying in his lower abdomen. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what she was doing.

Don't... the big girl... this... Old Liu called out.

Zhou Xianghong spit out her dick and turned her head and stroked her hair and smiled at him, showing her face and dick together.

Old Liu watched his cock head not far from her mouth, and a small tongue stretched out from between her lips, lightly on the cock head, and then quickly swept back and forth on it.

This double stimulation of vision and nerves made him feel that the blood in his body seemed to rush to his forehead. Then, after Zhou Xianghong swallowed his cock hard in front of him, it turned into a roar in his mind.