Chapter 12

This is a matter of time sooner or later, and it is natural.

Zhou Xianghong struggled symbolically for a moment, then quietly pressed against the broad chest and stopped moving. She wrapped her hand from behind and hugged Lao Zhao's waist.

The two of them hugged quietly, as if time had stopped.

She listened to his heartbeat and felt the warmth of his arms.

After a long time, she said: Big brother... Huh?

What happened to us... did you tell the child?

Old Zhao didn't say anything. She looked up at his face, obviously a little embarrassed.

Lao Zhao once said that he has a daughter and a son.

Now both of them are married and are doing different business in the city.

Unlike Lao Zhao's generous and gentle temper, the two children's tempers follow their mother.

Lao Zhao's deceased wife is a good person, but she has a hot temper since she was a child and eventually died of liver cancer.

Zhou Xianghong's worries are not without reason. The opposition of children is the biggest obstacle for the elderly to find a partner. However, Lao Zhao is not very confident about this: That... I'm thinking about finding a suitable time to tell them... But Xianghong, my heart for you is real... Zhou Xianghong was a little confused, and she also knew that this matter was not that easy.

Children often say that their parents are unreasonable. In fact, for many elderly people, their children are often not reasonable people.

In addition, his own conditions are there. Lao Zhao doesn't care, and his children may not care either. Who would suddenly accept an outsider who is so poor that he is embarrassed?

Nowadays, everything is in line with money. To put it nicely, it is a burden for me. To put it badly, it is to make money from others.

But no matter what, I can't bear to leave Lao Zhao.

On the one hand, it is because the two of them have fallen in love over time and they are really happy. On the other hand, they really need a man to help them support this home full of holes, even if he is older.

In fact, there is another reason, she needs a man.

Fifteen years have passed so long that her body is like a desert, longing for even a drop of rain.

Old Zhao is like a straw, and she is the one who fell into the water. She grabbed it and couldn't let go no matter what.

She looked at his face with apologies on it, and she felt distressed.

At this time, women often need to take the initiative. Their natural emotional intelligence is more connotative and more complicated than men.

Zhou Xianghong made up her mind secretly. She let go of her hand around his waist, gently put it in between the two, and stroked his face: It's okay, brother, don't get angry.As long as we can be together, I will be very satisfied... At this age, whether there is a status or not... It doesn't matter... She tiptoed, held his face, and kissed him gently on his mouth.

Old Zhao was shocked and his whole body was stiff.

She looked at his eyes, looked at his expression that he didn't know what to do, and suddenly laughed: "Silly... You've been here... Lao Zhao woke up like a dream. He hugged Zhou Xianghong tightly: Xianghong...I... She deliberately raised her face: Let's talk about these things later. Tell me first, did you peek at me when I changed my clothes yesterday?

Lao Zhao's passion was blocked tightly, and he was shocked: Xiang Hong Ah, what... I'm not... that mirror... Listen to me to explain it to you... She deliberately pretended not to listen and poked his chest with her fingers: Oh, Brother Lao Zhao, you advised me to come to your house to hide from the rain, and asked me to change my clothes.I think I have to trust you, so I don't lock the door.You are so good, peeking outside the door, are you worthy of my trust in you?Um?!

He moved forward while poking.

Old Zhao was speechless and sweated on his forehead: No... Xiang Hong, listen to my explanation... I am really not mean to you... That door... I really didn't mean to peek at you... Zhou Xianghong went further, so he took a step back. The two of them were standing in front of the inner room, and after a few steps, they entered the room.

Zhou Xianghong looked red, closed the door with his hands back, and walked to the window to pull the curtains.

At this moment, Lao Zhao felt that he could not argue, so he had no time to think about these small movements of her, but just turned around with her.

Zhou Xianghong walked back and gently pushed Lao Zhao back: Tell me honestly what you saw!

No matter how stupid Lao Zhao was, he knew that he could not say anything at this time, and he answered continuously: I saw nothing!I really didn't see anything, Xiang Hong!

good!You didn't see anything you said, right!

Zhou Xianghongmu had a face, and she felt extremely painful when she smiled. Old Zhao couldn't even hear her words, but she was actually full of gentleness: Then you turn around now and stand up!

Ah？

The old man was a little confused.

Hurry up, oh, you turn around!Don't turn around Ah!

Zhou Xianghong pulled one of his arms and tried hard, and then he turned around: OK OK OK OK OK OK I won’t turn around... Xianghong, don’t be angry Ah... He stood facing the door, but the woman behind him didn’t speak anymore, and only heard a hustle and silence.

Soon, Zhou Xianghong gently wrapped his waist from behind: You... you turn around... He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he had no idea, so he had to turn around in confusion. As soon as he saw it clearly, he quickly covered his eyes with his hands: Oh!Xiang Hong What are you doing?!

Zhou Xianghong was wearing only her bra and underwear and pressed it against his chest: Brother Zhao, don’t you like me?

Like it, of course I like it!But... I like you too... I'm sure you are the one. Brother Lao Zhao... She gently pulled Lao Zhao's stiff arms, put them down from the air, then took a step back and stood there, lowered her head and said shyly: Didn't you say you didn't see anything yesterday... Let's see now... I'm willing...

Lao Zhao looked at the woman in front of him with rapid breathing.

She stood there, her hair simply tied into a ponytail behind her head.

He was wearing the black bra and underwear he saw yesterday. His shoulders were thin, his collarbone was protruding, his legs were even and straight, and underneath were a pair of thick-heeled black leather shoes and a pair of silk black socks with a short waist.

The valley-like cleavage that I caught from the collar yesterday was now more obvious by her arms.

Although her skin is not fair, the black pieces above and below have brightened her complexion a lot.

She usually likes to wear black underwear. Although no one can see it, a woman's nature of love for beauty still drives her to do so.

What's more, Zhou Xianghong's figure is still very commendable. Any normal man who sees the scene at this moment will not be able to keep his heart as water just because of his skin color.

She blushed and lowered her head slightly, her hands were put in front of her panties, her fingers were tucked uneasily together, and the light from the curtain reflected the graceful lines on the side of her body.

She saw with her eyes, Lao Zhao's Adam's apple rolling, her eyes kept judging her.

She turned around slowly, letting him and the back to see clearly that he saw yesterday, but looking secretly through the crack of the door was completely incomparable to looking at it without any concealment.

Turning around, she saw that he still had a dazed expression, so she lowered her head and asked in a low voice: Does it look good?

...It looks good... Lao Zhao replied.

……How do you like it?

She asked again.

……like!She heard him swallow while talking.She blushed, half because she was shy and half because she was happy: Then... just look more... and hug me, it's a little cold... Old Zhao slowed down for a while before he realized. His hands were a little shaking, and hesitated, but his steps were very honest, and he was moving fast and big.Zhou Xianghong was wrapped in his arms by him. She stretched out her hand and pressed his empty-handed hand hard on her body.Lao Zhao could feel a delicate piece from the palm of his hand, which was her skin, smooth and elastic.Am I beautiful?she asked.Um!His breathing was thick and heavy.He reached out to get the clothes he put aside and put them on, but she gently but firmly stopped them.When things came to this point, how could Lao Zhao not understand Zhou Xianghong's intentions? He lowered his head and kissed her on the neck.Zhou Xianghong turned her head and kissed him on the face. The two people's lips gradually moved together and then they pressed tightly.Zhou Xianghong's cheeks were red, and she felt his stubble piercing on her face. She slowly stretched out her tongue and pried open Lao Zhao's stiff lips. The latter sucked it inward with force, as if she had tasted the most beautiful taste in the world.She groped, gently unbuttoned the buttons on Lao Zhao's collar, and then went down, unbuttoned another one.Old Zhao struggled to let go of his mouth: Xiang Hong, let’s do this, no... Zhou Xianghong kissed him again.

The clothes were thrown on the bedside table.

Zhou Xianghong reached behind her back, grabbed Lao Zhao's hand, and pressed it on his bra strap buckle.

Old Zhao untied several clumsy times, and suddenly loosened his bra and finally untied it.

She twisted her body, took off her bra from the front with her hands, and hugged Lao Zhao tightly again.

Lao Zhao felt two soft things pressing against his stomach, slightly cold.

The feeling stimulated him and he began to stroke her naked back with his hands.

She also touched his back and felt the feeling of her breasts being squeezed tightly between the two of them.

These days, the temperature has been cloudy, the temperature is relatively cool and the windows are still open.

A breeze came in through the gaps in the curtains, and a tiny bump suddenly appeared on her skin.

Lao Zhao knew that she was a little cold, but for a moment there was no good idea, so he had to hug her and walk to the bedside.

He turned sideways, and the two finally finished kissing and sat on the bed together.

He groped and grabbed the quilt and draped it on her from behind.

Zhou Xianghong moved back a little, holding the corner of the quilt with both hands to prevent it from sliding off her shoulders.

This action opened the empty door on her front, so her two bell-shaped breasts stretched out Lao Zhao's eyes.

Her breasts were slightly sagging, but not very loose, and her areola and nipples were mature dark brown.

Getting rid of the crushed fate, this pair of plump and bulging babies was trembling up and down with her breathing.

She looked at him and looked at her chest and deliberately stood up, so the pair of babies moved: Are they... OK?

good!……very nice!

Then...you can cover up...

Lao Zhao's hand climbed up to her breasts stiffly. She reached out to cover the back of his hand, and pushed him to slowly rub the two treasures she had treasured for fifteen years.

The desire finally became a reality.

Old Zhao's hands gradually became active from passiveness. She let go of her hands and the quilt had already slid down from her back and looked sideways. She closed her eyes slightly and raised her chest as hard as she could. Her hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, as if she could pick it up.

As Lao Zhao rubbed her body gradually became excited. Lao Zhao felt that the two originally soft nipples in his palm slowly became hard, so he used his palm to buckle them, so the nipples began to roll in circles on the areola as he moved.

This action gave her more stimulation. She opened her eyes coquettishly and saw Lao Zhao's naked upper body, his skin was a little loose.

Brother, are you cold?Come on, cover... She stretched the quilt and put it on Lao Zhao and herself. Lao Zhao moved forward, hugged her waist tightly with her left hand, and continued to knead her breasts with her right hand.

Her hand gently pressed on Lao Zhao's thighs and kept rubbing through her pants.

The two of them leaned against each other, and she leaned her head on his shoulder: Just use some strength... It's okay... I like... Ah... The woman's moans are a natural aphrodisiac for men.

Old Zhao could no longer hold back and wrapped her in the quilt and pressed her onto the bed.

Xiang Hong...I like you... You are so good... He kissed her face, neck and collarbone with his mouth, and his hands touched her thighs.Zhou Xianghong moved her whole body to the bed with a blurry look, and then touched Lao Zhao's crotch with her hands: Big brother...you want me...

Zhou Xianghong quickly unbuttoned Lao Zhao's belt and zipper with both hands. Lao Zhao pulled his hand back, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, took off his pants and put them aside, turned around and threw them on her body, pinched a breast with his hand, letting it stand tall, with its nipples facing the sky, and then opened its mouth and put it on.

Zhou Xianghong snorted, and she felt her nipples being wrapped in a warm and humid environment, constantly being sucked inside, pulling her entire breasts into it.

There is also a rough thing that swept around the nipples and areola, making it itchy and numb.

After a while, two rows of hard things began to gently squeeze the congested and swollen nipples rhythmically. This stimulation was transmitted along her breasts to the brain, and was reflected in her lower body, making people collapsed.

She held up the other breast with one hand and also made its nipples stand up: Brother... you wrap this side... So Lao Zhao's mouth moved over again.

Her other hand went down, followed Lao Zhao's belly, slid onto his underwear, and held it and kneaded it twice: Take off this......... Um... Lao Zhao's mouth was filled with all his mouth, and he agreed vaguely.

He supported the bed with one hand and reached down with the other hand. With Zhou Xianghong, the two of them took off their underwear with both hands, then raised their legs and took them off. They sucked their mouths greedily, and Zhou Xianghong's breasts were pulled up.

Zhou Xianghong hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out to touch it, and finally touched the part she was thinking about day and night.

Lao Zhao's pubic hair is quite thick and hard, surrounding his semi-erect penis at this moment...

It was not very big, but the feeling from my hands made Zhou Xianghong feel extremely satisfied.

She held it and began to stroke slowly, feeling it continue to grow bigger and hot in her hands.

At this moment, she was actively holding up her breasts with one hand and stuffing them into the man's mouth to beg him to suck, and massaged the man's penis with the other hand.

The man knelt down beside her, enjoying the tender and smooth texture of his breasts, while enjoying the stimulation of being held by a hot little hand.

He ate for a while and felt that his penis had reached a good condition, so he let go of his mouth and kissed him all the way down, kissed him on his belly button, crossed his flat abdomen and reached the edge of his underwear.

Zhou Xianghong's face was already red and hot. When she felt the man start to pull her underwear with his hands, she shyly covered her face with the corner of the quilt, but she obediently lifted her butt.

So she felt a cool breeze blowing on her vagina, and the most private part was exposed to Lao Zhao's eyes.

His heavy breathing sprayed on her pubic hair. The small tug covered the slightly raised area between his legs. It was not black, but it was neatly gathered together to build a protruding small corner.

Below is her vagina, and the labia majora on both sides are slightly black, like the result of long-term friction of the skin. There is a little labia minora that pops out in the middle, which is purple and black.

She clamped her legs in the middle, trying to get together, but was pulled by his hands.

Old Zhao looked up and saw Zhou Xianghong covering her face with the corner of the quilt.

At this moment, her whole body was lying naked on the quilt, with the rest of her face exposed to his sight.

Her elbows were spreading outwards, and the breasts on her chest were out of support. They spread softly, and they could still see their bloated plumpness. The two nipples were filled with blood and turned black red, and they stood upright towards the sky with great energy.

Her abdomen was not very flat, and some insignificant folds could be seen, as well as some obvious stretch marks, concentrated near the hips on both sides.

From the navel downward, there was a black line that stretched into the tuft of pubic hair.

Going further down, it was clamped by the base of the legs.

So he gently pulled her legs apart again, and his legs resisted for a moment, and gradually opened them to both sides until everything was exposed to him.

There were only a few pubic hairs on the labia majora, which gradually spread to both sides as the legs moved. Her labia minora was relatively short, and then it was separated, revealing the innermost mucosa and a slightly open hole.

A feminine smell mixed with the smell of soap spreads lightly and smells very nice.

Lao Zhao was so nervous that he didn't look too closely, and ignored the most distinctive scenery of the circumference red vagina.

He grabbed her knees, lowered his head and kissed the pubic hair. He felt a small hand holding it up again and gently tugging it.

So he knelt down and moved to the middle of her legs, held his penis with his hands, leaned down and spread his hands on the bed on both sides of her body, adjusted his posture forward, and suddenly he leaned back and reached to reach the drawer of the bedside table.

Zhou Xianghong heard the sound, looked at the quilt, and was stunned before reacting, and whispered: It's okay... I... I'm carrying a loop... Old Zhao retracted his hand a little awkwardly. Only then did he remember that there was no such thing at home.

He returned to her legs and poked her lower body with his glans.

Xiang Hong...I'm coming... He said to her ear exposed from the quilt.

A faint sound from the quilt, yes.

Then his little hand pinched his penis underneath, guided the glans to slide twice in a crack, and then pushed it into a sunken.

He lowered his waist and pushed his penis from that position, and his little hand shrank back. He felt the glans gradually spread open to a tight place, which was hot and slippery inside, attracting him to continue to advance into the inside.

He paused for a moment, feeling that she was ready, so he pushed her firmly inside until the whole piece was swallowed.

It was not as tight as the entrance, but there was another world. It was a ball of soft flesh, densely covered with layers of wrinkles, wrapping his glans and wriggling slightly.

She let out a seemingly painful humming through the quilt.

He took a breath and hadn't done this for some years, but his instinct would not be forgotten and began to force his waist and abdomen, and thrust in Zhou Xianghong's body.

Zhou Xianghong only felt dizzy, she had been missing for fifteen years.

The hard stick in the lower body kept breaking her body with the huge glans in front, and inserted it deeper, then pulled out some, then broke the body and inserted it deeper. The edges and corners of the glans shaved the inner wall of her vagina, and she felt like it was overturning in her belly.

She covered her face and didn't dare to look at the man's movements. She only heard her vagina and lower abdomen being patted and snapped.

Lao Zhao is gradually accelerating, and this kind of thing will gradually accelerate to the peak when it starts. If you deliberately control the rhythm just to play with the other person for a longer time, it is considered a hooligan.

He gasped heavily, and rushed his penis into the woman's body again and again, looking at the two breasts, ripples rippled because of his impact. The areola was like two brown duckweed, supporting her nipples surging on the top of the waves.

Zhou Xianghong felt breathless. She could no longer care about her reserve and suddenly lifted the quilt and gasped.

The pleasure in the vagina came one after another, making itchy and itchy, but I was looking forward to more.

Her clitoris had already swollen when Lao Zhao started to insert it just now, and now it is being slapped constantly, like a button, sending rhythmic instructions to the body.

The body is faithfully executing, and the vaginal fluid is secreting more and more, and the mind is becoming more and more confused.

This is what she imagined in the late night and is now a reality.

She put her hands on Lao Zhao's neck and couldn't help but whisper in his ear: Ah... It's great... Ah... Come again... Ah... But unexpectedly, Lao Zhao suddenly yelled and shivered a few times.

She grabbed his shoulder and shouted anxiously: Don't... wait a little longer... But a heat current had already rushed into her vagina, very briefly, only one or two.

She bit her lip, tried hard to restrain her desires and needs like fire in her heart, and slowly opened her eyes.

Old Zhao was embarrassed and gasped, slowly retreated from her body, turned over and sat aside, lowered his head and explained in a low voice: It's not that for too long...excited...excited...

She sighed secretly and gently stroked him with her hands: It's okay... It's okay... I feel very comfortable...

①: Mugwo: Northeast dialect, movement.It means sucking, such as putting a lollipop into your mouth, then wrapping it with your lips and pulling it out and poking it in.