Chapter 8

The hoarse gong was beaten very quickly, choking, and sometimes it was accompanied by a cymbal like iron.

Then it was like everyone was exhausted. When they paused for a while, they heard the drums, and they were running like running on the empty stage.

The yellow moon hung obliquely on the chimney entrance of the eaves, shining into a cool white area. The smoke was fluffy in the chimney, making the moonlight hazy.

It was the hot autumn tiger at this time, and it became cooler in the evening.

In the light black sky, a gust of wind blows on your body, and there will definitely be a cool rain later.

At the entrance of the theater, there are colorful billboards for the next round of previews, and there are some palm potted plants underneath, three-dimensional round tables, and lights are decorated with colors, piled up like Chrysanthemum Mountain.

A huge cut female statue emerged above, and below was Xue Sen stretched her neck and was waiting with her head raised.

Xuehui has participated in the performances of the troupe, playing a supporting role in some plays, playing roles such as maids, yamen runners and young masters.

Once the show ends, it will be like chaos in the world and panic.The car slowly drove over one by one with his nose against the ground, and there were many other people elusive in the car's cracks.

Xuesen was riding on the bicycle, holding her legs on the ground, looking at the crowd rushing from the theater, and saw Xue Huishan coming. She showed a sweet smile to him from afar, and she couldn't help but waved at him excitedly, attracting the eyes of others around her.

The two classmates who were already walking in front of her couldn't help but stop and looked at Xuehui and the man so close and speaking so kindly.

Then Xuehui nodded obediently, stepped onto the back of the bicycle, and dodged in the crowd. Her hand wrapped around Xuesen's waist and pressed her face on her, and a sweet feeling like honey surged in her heart.

They escaped from the crowded flow into the alley, and the bicycles were bumping on the uneven road surface. Xue Sen could feel the two meat balls on Xue Hui's chest tremble in peace.

Before we could walk far, it started to rain heavily halfway through the road. The heavy wind was sweeping the white rain, and it was as fast as a wave.

They had no choice but to find a wider door sign in the alley to avoid it.

Before Xuehui could stop the car, she jumped out of the frame and turned her back to the gatehouse.

The wind became more and more rampant, blowing her skirt bulged and drifted to her head.

She was wearing a bra and underwear. At first glance, the cloak floated in the air like a huge parachute, and her white body was floating under the umbrella.

The two of them leaned against the threshold, and the raindrops hit the ground, illuminating a little light, turning wildly, and the silver light splashed to the distance of the ruler, like a girl's white miniskirt.

Xuehui leaned against her brother, happily stretched out her palm to scoop the dripping water from the eaves. Looking at her sister's cute posture, Xuesen felt a soft and warm feeling, which spread to her heart. The joyful countercurrent twitched her whole body, tightened for a while and then slowed for a while.

Xuesen reached out to touch the hair behind her head and said: The braids are not tied tightly, they are about to fall apart.

As he spoke, the hand moved down, through her long neck, to her fair shoulders, and to her soft abdomen.

Xuehui ran away and shook her head while pointing at him and said: Someone passed by.

He said this, but his body turned toward him, and he threw himself into his arms, his lips leaned forward, and the two of them kissed each other tightly.

The wind and rain outside the threshold were tighter and slower.

After kissing for a while, Xuehui's breathing gradually became rapid, and her hands were fumbled around Xuesen's waist restlessly, and the rain was even more crazy.

Xuesen said: The rain cannot stop for a while, so it is better to go home in the rain.

The two hugged each other tightly, and Xuesen stepped on the bicycle and ran into the air.

When they arrived at the door of their house, they actually pushed and picked up the price. Xuehui was embarrassed. She had a little mud on her naked legs, and the white leather shoes under her feet were dripping with water, and she bubbling with her steps.

She lifted up her skirt and twisted it into water. Her dress made the water soaked in thin and transparent, and also clearly showed the twists and turns of Xuehui's body.

After Xuesen closed the door, she quietly entered Xuehui's room. Xuehui held his neck and reluctantly refused to let go. They stood at the door like this, slowly taking off each other's clothes until both of them took off their clothes. They knew that there was another love here.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and with just a smile, they both understood that only by completing the fusion of their bodies in this way can they enter their dreams safely tonight.

Xuehui had a lot of charm in her eyes. She held Xue Sen's hand to her lower body and said quietly: I can't do it, it's like this all night.

Xuesen touched a large piece of her lower body that was fluffy and wet, and twisted her nose to shame her: Now my sister knows the taste of food, and she can't stand it.

Come quickly.

Xuehui gasped with a rosy complexion, and she went to the bed first. Her fair face seemed to be surging with a piece of red silk, and her body became hot. She lay on the bed with her back on her back. So a gentle sister turned into a lustful woman with a rippling heart and a bohemian lust.

Xue Sen looked at her heart full of joy, and was stunned and was stunned by the immobilization of being imposed, unable to move.

Xuehui became anxious and leaned up to kick him. Only then did he wake up, lifted her legs and sucked them around her tender ditch.

Xuehui twisted freely, causing more and more desire in Xue Sen's heart. He sucked all over his mouth. While he had never been so touched, her eyes turned white and her body was trembling. Xue Sen felt a stream of hot water flowing out, and then she swung her spear and jumped into battle.

Once accepted, Xuehui is like a flag in the wind and swaying wildly.

This time, the sex was more passionate than ever before. It was really earth-shaking. They were trembling and crazy in the bed, making unobstructed and unblocked behavior.

Xuehui was unprecedentedly crazy. Her body never stopped moving, and she brought Xue Sen to a hot flame and erectile dying. She fought against life like a battle of life and death. Regardless of the sweat and panting of her body, her skin and flesh all over her body changed tensely. The dark skin raised muscles showed the strong man's strength to the fullest, and the blood swelled that he was so full that he wanted to stab it there and let it flow out.

After Xuehui's vitality is awakened in sex, it is a raging flame. She instinctively wants to seek another fire to encourage each other, showing the beauty of youth. With the softness of a woman and the strength of a man, she bumps into the spark of life, hits out the most charming and dazzling spark in life, stretching out the branches and leaves of life, and sucking the sweet rain in the sky and the clear spring underground. The two demonstrate this fleeting youthful style.

It seemed that they were not in the room or on the bed, but a rocket lifted them up into space, soaring and rolling over the clouds and shattering. Xuesen seemed to be climbing towards the top of the peak with difficulty at the foot of the mountain, and stepped forward step by step. When he reached the top of the mountain, he looked at the light that appeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds in the canyon, and jumped.

He exclaimed: I can't do it anymore, I can't help it.

You cum and give me all yours.

Xuehui responded and suddenly felt a twitching and a spasm inside the place. A warm current that looked like urine but not urine was shot out deep in the throat. A cry came out of her eyes, her soul was scattered, and her whole body rose lightly. The white clouds in the sky supported her and fluttered, and the wind spread her wings and flapped and caressed her.

She couldn't help but shed tears in excitement. The two of them hugged each other tightly and kissed each other. They each hugged each other hard, and the mouthful and tears were swallowing down during the kiss, and the throat was utterly loud.

Lying quietly like two dead fish, Xue Sen opened her eyes first and saw Xue Hui's pink and jade-like body tilted on the bed, her white body was coated with a layer of vague red light, which made her look more bloody and full of black hair scattered on her face, making the pretty face that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar with, and her two nipples were red, and her red-colored areola was much bigger than usual, and her lazy appearance was particularly attractive.

A mosquito flew around her face, and she didn't use her hands to thrust her head and escaped, with her shoulders and her bun-like breasts shaking together.

She saw the baptized satisfaction rippling between her eyebrows. Her eyes were soft and clear, but deep and unsightly. She turned her head and put her lips over and asked hard until she took her tongue.

After a while, Xuehui's upper lip suddenly trembled. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him with melancholy for a few moments. Yingying's eyes surged into her eyes. She whispered: Brother, don't you think I'm too greedy and like to do this too much, right?I can't hold back.

How could it be? Sister, men like you like this.

Xuesen said with a smile, and could hear the excitement in his laughter and the uncontrollable joy. He turned his body, lying beside her, and supported his body with his arms, freed up his hands to hold Xuehui's little hand, while looking at her face with the excited and intoxicated eyes.

He knew that in this short time, they were like seeing a little starlight in the vast sky, with a little vitality, hidden and stirring each other. Even though their deep fragrance of hearts was separated by the vast world, it seemed that they could be connected in a line for a long time, floating in the sea of ​​love, so that they would be together without any concealment or shame.

You won’t ridicule me, I’m really so thankful for letting me appreciate this strange feeling.

Xuehui's voice was choked and trembling due to excessive excitement and joy. She couldn't continue to say it, but just called him affectionately: Brother...

The snow-sen suddenly stinged like a bee, with many familiar sounds and strange sounds. For many years, only heard them in their sleep. When they woke up, they looked around in a daze and slowly disappeared, and they were lost and lost. They were like a breeze blowing from the distant mountains, like a bubble rising from the depths of the sea, and one of his nerves suddenly hurt.

During this period, Wang Rongwen's body was as capricious and irresistible as the haze and poisonous climate.

During dinner, he drank two cups of wine with great interest, and his sallow face was haloed.

Zhao Li was wearing a homely collarless and sleeveless summer cloth shirt. Because of the heat, she tied a bunch of long hair on her head, revealing a chubby pink neck outside the collar.

His towering breasts and thin waist were all familiar to him in his eyes and hearts. The room was full of strong smell of koji. She was applying koji, her pointed and upright hands were waiting for it to fuck.

The two snow-white hands seemed to have just been on the squeegee, and they broke their fingertips, and blood dripped.

Her hair was sometimes combed up, sometimes put down, sometimes rolled up inward, sometimes rolled outward.

I don't know how many years have changed, but she always swept her hair brightly behind her, and put on a big bun high, which further highlighted her beautiful face.

He was not in a hurry, and he had the leisure to observe all this with the eyes of a connoisseur.

He thought to himself that she hadn't looked old for so many years, especially today seems to be younger than any other day, and even her eyes are brighter, and she seems to be very excited.

It was raining at this time, and it was very raining, hitting the glass window.

Zhao Li walked to the window and closed the window, reaching out to explore the open glass window. It was obviously a little short. She tiptoed and stretched her arms hard. Her chest raised as she stretched out. Her breasts slammed and jumped like little rabbits, and her untied breasts swelled up like ripe peaches.

A long waist was pulled, and a snow-white line appeared under the summer jacket. The line became wider and narrower as the body jumped, which was extremely fantastic. The butt and thighs were tightly stretched tightly due to force. A plump pile of flesh appeared at the top of the butt groove, and two pieces of meat that could make people guess, which made the pants hang up, revealing a piece of the ankle that was watched. The toes stretched into a line because of the force, and they also shook up, and their whole body shook, making his eyes go hazy and unable to turn.

Zhao Li closed the window, and when she turned around, she noticed that Wang Rongwen's greedy gaze that looked down on her made her feel shuddered and shuddered.

I felt like a suckling pig on the dining table. I would tie her up in a while, put it on the fire and roast it, and cut it into pieces one by one.

Wang Rongwen pulled her to the rosewood chair where he was sitting, buried her face between her legs, but his hands were holding Zhao Li's barefoot. Such a clean and fat foot, five delicate fingers, and fresh nails like jade pieces.

Zhao Li smiled princessically, while smiling, she pointed at the index finger of blood dripping on him and said: You, it's only been a few days, it's just so sexy.

As he said that, he took off his pants and opened his crystal white thighs on his pants, and placed them on the armrest of the chair one by one. In this way, the place where the man was dreaming of was suddenly presented to him naked.

Wang Rongwen bent his knees and knelt on the ground, buried his face between his legs, stretched out his tongue and licked her furry piece first. His tongue wandered around the two strips of flesh on the inner side of her thighs. The warm and humid feeling made Zhao Li's desire expand. There seemed to be a small flame rising in her heart. She couldn't help but move her butt, thrust the place forward, holding his head with both hands, rubbing it in his gray hair.

She enjoyed her husband's tongue very much, and it was even more useful than his man's thing. Before he could make any further moves, Zhao Li's place was already oozing out and overflowing.

Wang Rongwen was old, and he rolled and raised his tongue, and helped his two fingers to spread her petals, revealing the pink heart of one of her buds. His lips were tightly pressed against him and sucked constantly. Zhao Li was like an electric shock. Her upper body suddenly stretched out, leaning against the back of the chair, and her hands were not sure where to put them, and she was dancing in the air, humming an untuned moan in her mouth.

Wang Rongwen was as powerful as he was unforgivable. He held a little cartilage that was poking out of her core and turned the tip of his tongue around it. The cartilage became more and more fat and hard as he sucked, licked, grinded, and bit it lightly from time to time, which made the woman so excited that her body churned on the chair like a white silkworm.

He took out his black penis from his pants, stood in front of the chair and stabbed it in. Before he could finish his feet, a warm stream of juice had already penetrated out of the woman, burning his glans so hard that it almost leaked out semen. He sighed deeply, pressed his body onto her, and swung his waist and hips and kept thrusting.

Zhao Li squinted her eyes while she was gradually entering a good situation. The two flesh petals in her thighs were clamped with his penis, and the cartilage in the stamen was even more congested and swollen under his friction under the friction of his turtle shuttle. The waves were numb and waves spread all over his body.

As her moaning sound became higher and higher, and her twisting body became more and more intense, Wang Rongwen couldn't help but pour out, feeling that her penis was alive inside her, jumping leaping, shaking and shaking suddenly swelled, and the surging semen burned her inside so much that it was so refreshing.

She held his butt with both hands, wishing she could even swallow his egg bag, but she clenched her teeth: I won't do it, it's not enough, you ejaculated so quickly again.

Wang Rongwen gasped like a cow, sweating, and said like a wandering silk: I know you are not enough, we can come again.

Then his penis gradually softened inside her and slowly faded out. From the lushness of spring to the point of thinness and decay, from the gradually white and white of flowers, finally the silkworm died, and finally the oil was gone and the lamp went out.

After all, Wang Rongwen is the last one to be strong, and even a thriving person feels exhausted.

The vigorous love that Zhao Li had just ignited was extinguished by a can of cold water, and the longing of mandarin ducks was gone for a while, so naturally she was reluctant.

The air became cooler and emitted a unique scent of rain.

They carried each other to the bed. Zhao Li ignored his penis wet and covered the semen of the two. When he lay down, he leaned down and put the thing in his mouth. After a while, the whole thing swelled in her mouth, making her mouth hurt.

Zhao Li felt that it was already time. She no longer lay quietly below as before. She let the man jump alone, spread his thighs and squatted to his abdomen, holding the hard penis with his hands, and carefully sucked it down. Wang Rongwen helped to spread her two petals with both hands. She squatted on her butt and swallowed the entire penis closely.

She hugged him tightly with her hands, her whole body fluctuated lightly with his rhythm, but her mouth kept resting, and she kissed him hotly wherever she touched him.

Zhao Li knew more and more how to indulge in bed, and her body kept jumping and falling, like a wave rolling up and down by the storm, rushing wildly on the sea, rushing over and over, without direction and time. It seemed that the surging white waves were about to roll until the end of the world.

Wang Rongwen could feel a sharp and uneasy thing hitting his chest and abdomen. He could hear its sinister breath and felt an undercurrent as hot as a flame running around his veins.

This made his penis swell as if it was about to burst. As the undercurrent surging, he found a breakthrough. At the moment of the undercurrent burst, Zhao Li cried out in his voice and cried out in the sky and the earth. She had never felt that such a violent penis was about to penetrate into her lower abdomen, and it was about to burst her place. She didn't dare to pause. The happiness came so suddenly. She was so comfortable that she felt that she was being held by the waves and lifted it over.

At this moment, Wang Rongwen stood up, his hands spreading randomly in the air, and finally let him catch the hanging dome mosquito net. He grabbed it and twisted it a few times, twisting it as strong as a stone pillar. He hugged the pillar in a dizzy way.

Zhao Li squinted her eyes and whispered to enjoy the coming climax, and her two pink legs were leaping like a drumbeat.

The tent was hanging in the air, and he couldn't help but weigh half of Wang Rongwen. He was shaking left and right with the tent. His pupils suddenly expanded, and he looked at her with his eyes widened. His nostrils became enlarged, and he exhaled, which made Zhao Li quickly smell the crisis in the air. A violent and terrifying shadow suddenly fell into her heart.

She turned over and over him who was pressing against her, and soon underground. While she heard the breathing sound of the swollen nostrils, she felt her hideous eyes getting closer and closer.

She found that his whole body was limp, but the penis between his legs was thicker and harder than usual, rising high, and streams of milky white and thick semen flowed down with blood.

She held her hands tightly, and Wang Rongwen's voice was like a mosquito fan: Call someone quickly and take me to the hospital.

Zhao Li then put on her clothes in panic and rushed downstairs.

Suddenly, when Xue Sen heard someone knocking on the door, she was so tired that she couldn't withstand a vibration, so she jumped up in fear. Who?

The door opened with a sound, and Xuesen quickly shot the flashlight over. A straight light from the electric light suddenly melted when it hit the object, and it became a pool of confused crystal fog, because the shape it shone was soft, crisp, arc-shaped, translucent, and a woman's body tightly pressed her back against the door.

She was soaked in her striped pajamas, her shoulders were exposed, and her loose black hair was completely messed up, draped in front.

She stretched her neck forward nervously, and her white shoulders shook and hit the door. When Gdengden's sound was heard, Xuesen was shocked, and his hands softened, and the electric bar in his hand fell down and rolled far away.

Zhao Li pushed her hair back, revealing her extremely terrifying face, swallowed hard, and shouted: You must help me.

Before she could tell the matter, she was already crying loudly. While crying, she kicked her feet. There was only one slipper on her feet. The barefoot cut many places, all of which were covered in blood.

Xuehui also put on her clothes and came out of the room. She was sleepy and had hair frizzy. The buttons of her pajamas were not buttoned properly, revealing a touch of white flesh inside.

The light of the electric sword fell to the ground illuminated the two pink legs in her tired pajamas. She couldn't care about so much and twisted the light.

Zhao Li became more and more speechless as she opened her mouth and couldn't speak. It took a lot of effort to hear her make it clear. Xuesen inserted her hand into her hair and scratched her. Xuehui listened, her face turned blue, bit her teeth, and said angrily: Why don't you hurry up and send it to the hospital.

Xuesen then recovered and turned around and shouted: My name is San'er.

As he said that, the man had run out of the door.

Xue Huiyan looked at a woman who was arrogant on weekdays. Mingming cried so hard that the pear blossoms were dark in the rain. She brought a chair. Zhao Li tilted her body and sat down, her upper body lying on the back of the chair and cried. Her waist became soft and the chair was unable to sit steadily. She slipped to the ground and knelt on the ground with both knees.

Xuesen arrived at Saner's house in a panic. He pounded the door of Saner's house vigorously and shouted loudly. After a while, he didn't move. He knew that this kid had never been involved in the house for a night, so he moved to Widow Zhang's house.

A gust of wind and rain at night drove away the sultry heat for days. The heavy rain made people much more refreshing and also inspired her desire that had been suppressed for many days. She called the fool to bed early, making her son's penis as thick as a stick and felt very comfortable.

The woman lay softly, like a soft beach, and was dreaming peacefully at this moment.

It woke Xue Sen's loud voice up. Her naked body was still lying in the fool's arms, holding her son's thing in her hand. Hearing the urgent call outside the door, he hurriedly broke away from his arm, got up and put on his clothes to open the door.

The fool asked Xue Sen to pull him away with sleepy eyes. Widow Zhang also followed him to the door. In the darkness, she saw Lao Wu in the distance wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, spreading her legs and standing on the threshold, crossing her hands, slapped the mosquito on her thighs, and asked her from afar what was going on.

Teacher Wang got an acute illness, so Xuesen followed the fool to the hospital.She replied, and three or two of them were also awakened and yawned out.

Haven't you met again this time?Some people say.

It’s just that bad things will happen when you see the good. How can that man withstand that woman’s trouble?Old Wu said gloomyly, and then leaned into the man's ear and whispered: I think it's the wind on the road.

A gust of wind blew, and the words made Widow Zhang catch it, what was the wind that came soon.

Even if you have a stroke, you may fall halfway through it if you get rid of it.The man said.

Old Wu followed up and said: Do you really don’t understand or do you don’t understand Ah.The wind immediately made the man's semen flow and it kept flowing. In the end, even the blood marrow was dried and his life was gone.

It was really right that Old Wu was right. When it was dawn, the fool and Xuesen carried Wang Rongwen's body back from the hospital, and Zhao Li was crying loudly behind him.

Wang Rongwen was placed straight on the raised door panel in the center of the living room. Zhao Li's heart was curled. When she saw his stubborn lips turning white, his eyes emitted a cold glass-like luster. The look of the eyes staring forward was so terrible that she couldn't help but cover it with her palms. She could feel his eyelashes swaying in the palm of her palms, and she felt a string of cold tears rolling from her hands to her arms.

Her two daughters, Xiaoni and Xiaowan, were still at a loss, and the sisters sat on the stairs, staring at all.

Usually, if anyone has something big in this alley, everyone will explode. When they encounter something really sensational, these people are overly excited and eat Ai Ai and cannot speak for a while.

But Widow Zhang spoke: I'd better ask someone to preside over the funeral, just what can this orphan and widowed mother do?

Many people immediately responded, and everyone ran around, attending funerals, expressing sorrow, and asking for people to be busy.

Because of the funeral, the door was open.From the gate to the patio, a mourning trunk was built with white cloth and bamboo poles.The excessive sadness of the night made Zhao Li's face haggard, like a blooming flower that suddenly withered.

She was listless, worried, and her eyes were lost.

The tears in her eyes were already dry, and now every pore was crying.

The blue curtains covered the mirror of the dressing table, and the wind blew and moved straight, sifting in the sunlight, and the room was covered with tiger patterns, shaking back and forth.

A large photo of Wang Rongwen was hung on the wall with a black frame, and was blown by the wind and knocked on the wall.

I don’t wear earrings, and there is a tea branch in my ears and eyes. I am afraid that the holes will grow, so I apply some rouge on my eyelids, which looks like I’m crying red, making my eyes brighter. I wear a white cloth dress, which makes me look pretty like a country woman.

Zhao Li stood in front of the mirror, lifted up the covered blue cloth, inserted one hand into the collar and dug it. The thick white cloth was so loud that it was so loud that it was poked.

The patio was filled with long tables, and the tailor sat in a row, making filial piety clothes and belts. The original coarse cloth cluster was newly minusculent, and it was smelly everywhere.

The blue paper and white flowers at the gate were dyed with royal blue colors.

When a hanger enters the door, the drummer squeaks, squeaks, squeaks.

They were blown together, and the twisted and sharp nasal sounds were high and low, like a mess, and it turned into an ecstatic roar.

At dusk, people gradually dispersed. Xuesen and Xuehui spent all day helping her house, and were so tired that they agreed to keep a guard with her tonight, so the brother and sister held hands and said goodbye.

Zhao Li had already asked someone to notify Wang Xiangzhong. He said he would come over after work. Seeing that the time was almost the same, he led Xiaowan, who was also the second daughter, Xiao Nizi's sister. When he arrived at the door, the red painted door was quietly open. The setting sun shone on the walls in the alley, which was very bright and a bit scary.

After a while, Wang Xiangzhong came to the other end of the alley. He walked very quickly, his arms drooped, and half of his hands clenched into fists.

He didn't say hello when he saw her, and looked at her leisurely all the way.

Zhao Li was a little embarrassed, so she had to pick up Xiaowan and talk: Xiaowan, see who is coming.

Why are you here alone? Are you waiting for me?Wang Xiangzhong said.

He saw Zhao Li wearing a tight white shirt and black narrow-legged pants, but her face was not as beautiful as she could, and she had another charm.

You just came. She blushed and gave him a blank look, and became uneasy. She shook Xiaowan and coaxed her: Do you want Uncle Wang to hug her?

She handed the child to him, and Wang Xiangzhong's hand touched her chest. In fact, it was not sure about several layers of it, but she still walked back in a panic.

He was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed her into the door. A huge white cloth was pulled up in front of the coffin, which separated the coffin from the living room like a curtain.

Wang Rongwen's portrait was hung on a large white cloth curtain.

There were incense and candles on the Zhuo case below, but no one was there.

A large portrait of Wang Rongwen in the mourning hall is a portrait of a portrait drawn by an unskilled painter based on a charcoal pen. The portrait of Wang Rongwen is very happy and looks particularly amiable, and is very disharmonious with the sad atmosphere that the mourning hall should have.

He put down the child, and Xiaowan immediately cried. Zhao Li was about to hug her, but he didn't let her hug her. Wang Xiangzhong used his hands to protect her cheeks, and his thumb slowly wiped her eyebrows and her eyelids, and wiped her tears with all kinds of love.

One arm made her breathless, and her hands were stuck in her tight clothes, so hurrying like she was absent-minded.

Zhao Li was reluctant to get up again at this time, twisting her body and struggling. Her heart was so confused that she didn't know what was inside her chest when she opened it.

Zhao Li asked him to push him behind the curtain, and the two of them pounced on the tuan on the ground. The blue cloth pendant covered with the coffin poked on one cheek, and the round mahogany frame with the coffin was hard on the back of their heads.

She was still trying hard to support her. He snatched her belt and made a narrow red mark on her waist. He pressed her hand, and the weight of his whole body was placed on an elbow. He bent his body to pull off his pants, and his elbow hurt her.

You hurt me.Zhao Li's tears rush up to block her throat when she said this.

Only he was good at Zhao Li's clothes. He only tried hard and kissed her a little bit unconscious. Until he touched the furry place in her pants, stroked and pinched, a thin stream of water oozed out. She began to feel the soft two petals of flesh arching into his palm, her legs shrank into a piece like fear, and her whole body was sore and swollen. She was a medicinal arrow, and I don't know if it was an anesthetic.

Finally, Zhao Li still let him enter, who was persevering. She knew that they immediately masturbated like cats and dogs, which was also due to the situation. If they didn't do it now, they would never date in a proper place for a tryst in these days.

Wang Xiangzhong was indeed passionate. She knew that the matter between men and women was unfair. From the moment he was next to her, he rushed rapidly without stopping, and immediately brought Zhao Li's desire. She had already hugged his waist tightly, and squeezed his butt with both hands, wishing she could swallow his penis in the bottom. She moaned and moaned shamelessly, and sighed with humming and sighing.

The child's howling sound was shaking in the silence. The narrow living room was red bricks and the echo was extremely loud, which was simply unbearable. It seemed as if she had cried for a long time, and the two of them were in a hurry and there was no way to deal with her.

Zhao Li lifted up a corner of the curtain, revealing a red face, stretched her neck and pointed her mouth to tease her. On the other side of the curtain, she raised her butt and knelt on the Tuan with both knees, allowing him to thrust from behind, making a sound of flesh fighting against each other.

Xiaowan crawled over while wiping her tears. When she was about to reach her mother, Zhao Li felt a strange numbness all over her body, and her head stretched out could not help but tilt. Before she could come to her senses, the place between her legs felt that Wang Xiangzhong was swollen and then poured her wildly. She couldn't help but press her face against Xiaowan's face, shaking her head left and right, rubbing her little face, and even stretched out her tongue to lick her daughter.

As soon as he stood up, he heard the voices outside. Wang Xiangzhong thought it was a buzzing blood in his ears.

He lifted his pants and zipped up the zipper, and bowed to Wang Rongwen's coffin in a pretentious manner. Xuehui came in. She had prepared dinner and brought it to him. When she saw Wang Xiangzhong, she was also stunned. He was sitting on a rattan chair in the patio with his legs straight, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and whistling softly.

Xuehui heard that it was the tune of the wedding march. When he saw Xuehui paying attention to him, he stopped quickly, but a pair of shiny black eyes slid on Xuehui like flies stumbled with wounds.

This made Xuehui's cheeks flush red, like a pink-winged moth resting on the electric lampshade, reflecting the slightest erratic red on her face.

The next morning, Zhao Li's family began to lively. All kinds of suspicious men and women appeared in the lobby of their house. These were all from her relatives who came to attend the funeral. Zhao Li, who was wearing filial piety, and her two daughters knelt in front of Wang Rongwen's coffin. Xiaoni and Xiaowan were much different in age, and their bodies and personalities were also very different. However, at this time, they both knelt there honestly without saying a word.

Xuesen went over and pulled out the fool who knelt together with Zhao Li. The fool reluctantly wanted to shake off his hand. Unfortunately, Xuesen's palm was extremely powerful, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break away.

The living room and patio were covered with people, and a large group of people were standing or sitting whispering something.

Zhao Li's mother was supported by her sister Zhao Qing and suddenly appeared in the mourning hall. Zhao Li twisted Xiaowan's thighs hard, and Xiaowan started to cry in pain, letting her take the lead and followed Zhao Li and Xiaoni, and the women's mourning sounds came one after another, and they were filled with noises.

Wang Xiangzhong was always standing in a daze, facing out the window, still putting his thumbs in his trouser pockets, and gently patting his thighs along his other fingers.

Following the rhythm of his hands, his heels were also knocking and tiptoing on the ground.

Suddenly, I saw Zhao Li's mother who hadn't walked with her daughter for a long time. She hurriedly brought a chair in the Grand Master and placed it beside the mourning hall. The old man sat upright and picked up Xiao Ni. Xiao Ni pressed her face on her legs. Although she tried her best to suppress her shoulders, she still shook slightly and sobbed quietly there.

Zhao Qing seemed to be deliberately surprised. In front of everyone, she knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times at a very fast speed to the funny portrait.

Xue Sen saw her movements were lively, clean and neat, full of vitality, and she was like a strong little mare.

Under the wide mourning clothes, the flesh in the body was moving, and my head looked here and then there.

However, unexpectedly, the plump face on the body is thin, with a steep, straight nose, thin red lips, bright big eyes, long eyelashes, full of deep enthusiasm.

Xuesen greeted this distant cousin whom she hadn't seen for a long time.The fool also followed him forward and grinned at her...

Seeing the fool's lustful look, she almost laughed out loud and tried her best to hold it back, but she still smiled and nodded to Xuesen.

She couldn't help it anymore, so she immediately turned back to the stairs. In Xuesen's opinion, she still regarded it as a kind of shy look. He stood under the stairs, feeling a little fascinated.