Chapter 10

This is a single-door courtyard. When the red paint gate is a small courtyard, it is a small courtyard. The courtyard is full of flowers. Whenever the flowers bloom in early spring, almost the whole courtyard is fragrant. There is also a flower-hanging tree nestled beside the wall, half of the branches and leaves reach the alley outside. When it is golden autumn, half of the alley is filled with a rich fragrance of osmanthus, flocks of bees and butterflies are flying among the flowers, and birds are singing happily on the branches like brocade.

On the east side of the living room, there are two rooms of Yang Chengnan and his wife. The big one is a bedroom and the small one is a study. Yang Chengnan returned to the study and took off his own clothes, leaving only a pair of wide square shorts. He is already in his early fifties. Fortunately, his white flesh has not been bloated yet. Although his belly is slightly protruding, his eyes are not blurred and his ears are not deaf. His body is still so agile, flexible, and so strong.

He brewed a pot of high-quality tea in this territory that belonged to him, and saw that the tea was light green. After taking it, he smelled it, and a faint fragrance of pomelo flower was refreshing. It was refreshing and mellow, and the aftertaste was lingering in his teeth.

His wife Wang Yuying handed him a hot towel, looked at the two bulging pieces of meat on his wife's chest swaying, and couldn't help but put her hands into her clothes and touched them with all their hearts: Come and have tea with me.

Wait for a while, I see if they are all packed up.

Yuying whispered in his ear, turned around and went out.

Looking at the back that turned and left, her plump and swelling buttocks were shaking in her floral pants, and he couldn't help but feel impulsive.

The study is connected to their bedroom, and is filled with antique furniture. The beautiful old desks, ring chairs, and bookshelf are all made of mahogany. Two rosewood lounge chairs and a marble-inlaid coffee table are covered with thick Persian carpets, and a floor-to-ceiling self-tone bell. Every moment, you will play beautiful music. If you listen carefully, you can distinguish the time according to the length and content of the music.

The study room is neatly organized and beautiful, and it is scheming, making people feel that the owner is using it to spend time.

Yuying came over naked at this time. Yang Chengnan was very happy to make tea with her in the study, and asked her to accompany her naked. He savored the famous tea while admiring her body. He has been here since he was young. For decades, he has always been watching her body and admired her.

No wonder Wang Yuying, who has not performed in the opera, has not maintained her body too much, and is still as smooth as fat, red and white, and she is full of hope. Her cheeks, pink neck, crisp breasts, thin waist, dark clouds, snow thighs, spring bends, and each piece is excellent, which is amazing and full of attention.

Yang Chengnan has a scholarly family background. She has been immersed in traditional national qualities since childhood and has made a deep impression of classical literature. It is difficult to find the right words to describe her when facing this beautiful lady.

I think our Xiaowei and Xuehui are good. When Xiaowei meets Xuehui, he becomes a different person and says too much.Yuying said while drinking tea.

It goes without saying that a girl like Xuehui, who doesn’t feel moved by her heart, except for the eunuch.Yang Chengnan smiled lewdly.

Yuying slapped him with her hand and said coquettishly: I'm not serious, I'll tell you something serious.To be honest, this little girl has been learning opera with me since she was a child, and I really like her.

Yang Chengnan breathed out a long sigh and said: You don’t know, I saw Xuehui’s birth date and horoscope. She was born in the darkness of everything. She was born with peach blossoms. She was greedy, happy, and fond of love. The book says: Among the four five elements of Xianchi, the peach blossoms are tender and red in the fields. When men and women meet, they are all wine and color, and they are so beautiful that they are beautiful.What's more, her fate is water, and her peach blossoms are enchanting and lustful, and she is bathed in the gods and sees the nobles, so she must teach her to be beautiful in the country.

No wonder she has been a charming person who is loved by everyone since she was a child. She hugged and kissed everyone when she met. In the group, she couldn't resist the itching of others. She just had a lot of slutty flesh on her body, and she kept giggling and trembling all over when she was teased.

Yuying said.

You can observe her carefully, not to mention her appearance, posture, just her every move, every frown and smile, all the charms are full of spring, and the eyes are full of glory and charming. These are things that cannot be learned and done, but are inherently destined to be there.

Yang Chengnan said, and couldn't help swallowing.

That's right, you see, she knows how to apply makeup, brush her eyebrows and lips at a young age, and knows how to wear bright clothes.

Yuying said with emotion and suddenly screamed: Ah, look, as she talked, she was out of place.

It turned out that Yang Chengnan listened to her, but saw her sitting upright on the recliner, her legs slightly spread out. The wonderful place in the middle was scattered, plump and full. The fine grass on the skull was extremely bright. She couldn't help but swallow it repeatedly. She really wanted to swallow it in one bite, so she poked her finger and dug it in and fiddled with two pieces of flesh. She felt that it was tight and narrow inside, and there were tender stamens on the top of the flesh.

Once Yuying caressed her, she felt soft and numb and happy. She leaned over her head and kept her body moving, but she stuck her tongue to his mouth and let him catch it. After sucking for a few times, she hugged her body tightly and waved her arms around her. Her phoenix eyes were slanted and softly calling, and her fat white crystal thighs were also kicking around.

He saw his soullessness rising from the fire of desire. The object below was tightly tied and hard as a wine glass, swelling red, flashing like a drunkard, hard as a small iron rod.

The head as big as a goose egg grinds up and down in her slit, rubbing and rubbing, making Yuying itchy and unbearable. She felt extremely hot inside, like many mosquitoes biting her, and her mouth kept screaming, sweating like beads and tight eyebrows.

He took advantage of the water belt to slide in, and he had already slid into the shuttle. Seeing Yuying's fragrance muscles tremble and endured with the eyebrows, his eyes were left with only a thin slit. The eyes were eager to look forward to it and were waiting for it with affection. He studied the most of the stuffed walls, and just rushed into the flower heart like a chicken sucking food. He heard the sound of water resounding, and couldn't help but feel excited. He even more and more passionately put Yuying's thighs on his shoulders and thrust them. He was very anxious and wanted to do it.

She expanded her legs, raised her tender white belly, put her hands on the couch on the chair and tilted her head to look casually, but her lower body quickly got up to meet her, and raised her to cheer her up, letting her scoop on her left and right, and her whole butt moved to the left and right with his thing.

Yang Chengnan showed his life skills and thrust his stamens deep. Seeing that his thing was lifted and dragged out, he looked at the moment of entering and leaving and pulled her underneath, and finally he couldn't help but swelling and pouring. Fengzhi felt that he had climbed to the top and shouted: Wait for me, wait for me.

The two of them hugged each other tightly at the same time.

After a long silence, Fengzhi only had autumn water in her eyes and red face swaying around her trembling voice: I have been so many years, but I can't control myself. Once you tease me, I will hook up the fun.

We are both so arrogant, let alone the younger generation.Yang Chengnan also said with deep emotion.I would like to talk to Xuehui, because I am afraid that she will not look down on Xiaowei.

I can't think so. Xiaowei married Xuehui in a family like ours, and that was her blessing.

Yuying was immersed in the pleasure just now, closed her eyes and said to herself, attaching her head to his chest.

Their home is quiet and warm, warm and elegant. Wang Yuying is an opera actor, the princess on the stage. Her voice is low and gentle, and her heart-warming. On the stage, she is simply a fairy in the sky, which makes ordinary people stunned. She only sees her bright pink opera robe wrapped in her soft and curved figure. When she twists, she looks as proud as a beautiful snake. Occasionally, there is a delicate cry, which makes people fascinated.

At that time, she had a special liking for Yang Chengnan, the screenwriter in their group. Although he was withdrawn and had no contact with anyone.

But by chance, he will suddenly become excited, and will be friendly and enthusiastic to others. This is what beautiful scene he sees, such as the harmonious colors, the beautiful vase, and the mountains reflected by the sunset. He can't help but praise, and while praise, he tilts his head to the side, raises his shoulders and spreads his hands, wrinkles his nose and lips. In this excited moment, he may even hug the most noble person impulsively, no matter whether the other person is a man or a woman.

Their combination is a model of talented men and beautiful women, and their family is also a model of happiness and warmth. A pair of children grew up in a blink of an eyebrow, which made them happy. In particular, their daughter is very kind and graceful, surprisingly similar to her mother. Her emotional eyes and bright and plump lips are what makes her face have a special charm and feminine beauty.

Yang Chengnan loves her the most. She can tell jokes to her all night and listen to her singing like a bird. She will also get along with him intimately, so as not to get bored alone.

Yang Mei clearly remembered that night, the moonlight had been applied on the eaves several times. The flowers and trees planted on the patio were shaking in the darkness with a breeze. The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of grass seemed to be heard. All the scenery was lying silently in half light and half dark, half clear and half blurry, not as concrete as in the daytime, the air was filled with a subtle but intoxicating fragrance of the night, and the spring night was soft.

Yang Chengnan was in a daze at her. She looked in the mirror like a charming look, and her innocent and cunning methods made him laugh.

He greeted her.

He raised his eyebrows and coiled his whole body around his lap. He joked with the topic of love and asked her how many men she had turned upside down and who had expressed love to her. As he spoke, he patted her butt with his hands.

He smiled and refused to tell him, so he mentioned many specific people, one older than the other, and one ugly than the other, making her scream and scream. Then he laughed loudly. She wrapped her arms around her father's neck and put her face against his face.

He asked who would be lucky to choose her, such as the outsider who often squatted at the entrance of the alley, the fat man selling meat in the vegetable market, or the big head who collected garbage.

She then gently patted him for his mouth, or covered his mouth with her hand to prevent him from talking.

He kissed her hand and bumped her on his knees.

Yuying complained: Look at you two, your daughter is so old, and you are not afraid of others laughing at me when you hug me like this all day long.

Yang Chengnan laughed heartily and said: Look, your mother is jealous.

At this time, the courtyard gate was just ringing. The doorbell was a small copper bell, riveted to the copper skin of the spring and nailed into the main door. As soon as the door opened, the spring jumped and the ringtone was jingled.

Yang Meihuan shouted and went to open the door. Standing at the door was Xuehui wearing a white dress.

Yang Mei recognized her. This beautiful girl was the protagonist in the troupe. Yang Mei had watched her play and her voice was not particularly outstanding, but she had excellent attraction on the stage.

People were more moved by her expression.

Her eyes, which were slightly upward and obliquely upward, looked very bright under the light, wet, indifferent, but very nervous, with a faint shadow of dreams.

He raised his eyebrows and immediately discovered that this was a very beautiful stunner, with a pair of eyes that could fascinate people, a clean temperament and outstanding clothes.

Yuying greeted Xuehui affectionately and sat down, and asked her about her recent situation in detail.

Her calm and invisible enthusiasm can always give people, especially for special girls like Xuehui, who are naturally close to maternal love.

Yang Mei slipped to his brother Yang Wei's room. Yang Wei was still working hard towards the textbook. At that time, he was studying in the cadre class of the Normal College with paid attention.

Hello, my mom has introduced you to a partner.She said to him with a smile.

Yang Wei waved his hand at her impatiently: Go, kid, what do you know?

Very Ah, you are not moved, so I'll give her a trick to stop coming to our house.He raised his eyebrows and said, he was about to go out.

It was Yang Wei's turn to be anxious: Don't, my little ancestor, brother, please, you should be kind to her.

I just showed my wolf's ambition, and I knew what kind of things I would pretend to be. If you want to love, go up and take her out.

Yang Mei said firmly.

As he said that, he shouted into the courtyard with his throat: Sister Hui, come and help me see something.

When Xuehui came in gracefully, she stuck out her tongue at them, pulled up the door and slipped away by herself.

Since then, Xuehui has become a big celebrity in the troupe. Everyone knows that she is in love with the young master of the troupe leader. The girls are all nice to her, and other teachers always look at her with different eyes.

Wherever a girl like her goes, it is like a sun hanging on the treetops where the men look up, like a moon sinking in the pond, making men sigh when they want to approach the pond, hating the heaven and earth, hating their parents for not having a pair of skillful hands that can catch the moon in the well and picking flowers in the mirror.

However, the girl hated her because of jealousy or other factors. The girl's weak personality prevented her from taking an arrogant attitude towards hostility.

The troupe has one or two performances from time to time. Yang Wei goes to the show when he has time, and then quietly avoids the corner that he has made an appointment with Xuehui. When Xuehui leaves the stage, the two of them will choose the place where they carry people.

That day, at the end of the theater performance, the backstage was in chaos, and everyone was busy taking off their makeup and changing clothes. Xuehui walked around anxiously, and every dressing room was occupied. Fortunately, there was a door that was not hidden. She snorted at the door, and no one responded inside, and she pushed open the half-closed door.

There was a man inside, very thin, but his face was flushed and his eyes were shiny, and he was almost wearing nothing, and his tight shorts were suspiciously bulging.

Xuehui couldn't react at once, but the man made a very obscene gesture first, then pressed his hand on his pants, Xuehui screamed and ran away in panic.

She was full of naked pornography towards them like vulgar villagers, full of vulgarity and open teasing of her, and was as tiny as sand in rice grains.

People in this place all have a feeling of being crazy about being fucked at first sight. It is as easy for them to go to bed with the opposite sex as if they spitting phlegm, and it is also easy for them to forget you.

Xuehui passed by the large window next to the prop library. Wang Yuying's costume inside was not buttoned, and another person was tightly wrapped around her arms and two coats.

The two bodies kept twisting. She heard panic and violent gasping, and quickly retreated as if she ran away. At the same time, she saw the person in her clothes shooting into the depths of the corridor like a bullet.

Xuehui was panicked and couldn't even figure out the man's back. She only heard footsteps roaring across the elm floor on the stage and rushed to the front hall.

Wang Yuying was wearing a green opera robe, with gold-painted jade-covered prints on it, and it was covered with flowers. It was so dark that it was dragons, snakes, or plants, and climbing the vines, and orange green bloomed from the black gold.

She didn't wear a strap, and hung it easily on her body. From the faint ink strip, she could roughly guess the outline of her body, one by one, one inch by one.

She scolded Xue Huijiao: In a panic, what are you doing?

Xiaowei was waiting outside.Xuehui buried her head deeply into her breasts, and the mosquito flapped her wings and said.

It's so late, where are you going?

Xuehui stood in front of her and lowered her head to guess what her face looked like. She seemed to have no idea, and she saw her rubbing the folding fan in her hand and turning it around.

He just sent me home.Xuehui still treated her perfunctorily in terms of face.When I arrive at my doorstep, I will let him go back.After all, she was young and tender, and she could no longer be perfunctory.

She stretched out one hand to hold Xuehui's chin: What's wrong with you? You did nothing wrong.

Xuehui felt her retracted hand wipe her cheek.

Suddenly there was tears in Xuehui's eyes, moist and bright, and gradually full as dewdrops on the grass leaves, rolling around, falling to the ground with a thud, and then disappearing after a buzzing sound.

She said again: Just pretend you didn't see anything, do you know?

Xuehui nodded hard, but she felt a warm and sweet feeling in her heart.

When Wu Si was about to close the door and sleep, he saw a man and a woman walking towards the other side of the alley. The man held the bicycle with his hand and held the other hand into the woman's waist. The woman's every frown and smile was very charming, which was extraordinary.

Not only did he have no objection to his excessive intimacy, he also leaned a big head on his shoulder as if he was entertaining, rubbed a tender face that was about to be broken, and said something that would never be heard by ordinary people.

When they got closer, they realized that it was Xuehui. Old Wu hurriedly entered the door, and there was a crack in the door, peeking out. The two of them arrived at Xuehui's door. At this time, she became a very innocent girl. She stood there timidly, looking at him with affection, resentment, love and hate.

He looked away from her clear eyes, and he was somewhat panicked.

She hugged him even more tightly, and his heart felt hot, and he leaned his head back, his ears close to the top of her head.

Her head was pushed up, his head was pressed down, and the two of them were grinding each other with affection.

He looked up at the sky, the blue sky, and the faint clouds.

She was immersed in happiness and closed her eyes gently.

Not far from them, a pair of beautiful butterflies were flying in the air.

The next day, Xuesen passed by Lao Wu when she got off work and asked him to stop him. Lao Wu said to him with a smirk: Xuehui has a man.

Xuesen stared at him sleepily and relentlessly. I saw a man sending her home last night, you wouldn't know.

Xuesen shook her head, and Old Wu cleared his throat and was about to talk big. He didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore, so he hurried back home.There were faint white clouds floating in the sky, and the lotus flowers growing in the jar were in full bloom.

Xuehui was humming a song and applying nail polish to her fingers on the sofa. The smell of banana water in the room was filled with the cold grease, and the feeling of cold grease was pleasantly permeated on her fingertips. She was wearing a homely nightgown, the white cotton cloth, the sexy charm of pinching the waist and neckline made her look different when wearing this ordinary dress.

Seeing Xue Senhei enter the door with a frightened face, he smiled and asked him: What's wrong, who's you angry with?

Who is that man?Xue Sen put down her bicycle and asked her fiercely.

Which man's Ah?Xuehui's face was already flushed, but she still wanted to make unnecessary quibbling.

Xuesen stared at her with fierce eyes: Is it necessary to ask the one who sent you home?

Can you control it?This is my business.

Xuehui said fiercely with a slanted eye, which angered Xuesen.

He rushed up like a hummingbird, and then he stretched out his hand and easily strangled Xuehui's thin neck.

Xuehui opened her eyes wide without showing any weakness and approached her with provocative response. They were shocked by the sudden physical contact between the two of them at this moment.

At this time, Xuehui continued to chase him in confusion, and Xuesen retreated repeatedly, making very effective defense.

As the trouble came, both of them fell heavily to the ground. Xuesen pressed her down and prevented her from moving. The two of them wrestled for a while, and everyone was not wearing much clothes, and the flesh collided vigorously.

Xue Sen's thick and powerful hands touched her sensitive parts more than once, intentionally or unintentionally, and both of them were impulsive. As they were fighting, his intention was already very obvious.

As he reached out to pull her clothes, she jumped up like a fish, raised her head and took a bite on Xuesen's wrist.This mouth made him even more angry.

Xuesen's wrist showed a deep tooth mark.

She began to feel panic, and some apology and timidity began to appear in her expression. However, Xuesen, who was extremely angry, was like crazy. He muttered something in his mouth, raised his hand high, and slapped her red face.

This slap made her dull. Xuesen had never hit her like this since she could remember.All her arrogance was knocked out in an instant.

Her resistance was not so much a temptation and teasing to him. While he was tearing her clothes unreasonably, she was also tearing his clothes.

She had already struggled, which gave Xuesen a reminder, so he decisively hugged the whole person.

Xuehui had a faint smell of orchids and musk on her body, which made Xue Sen dizzy.

Her body fragrance mixed with the smell of perfume, and even the residual scent of another man, which made him stunned his body, which was vivid and soft in his arms due to the angry struggle.

He pecked at her pink face as hungry as if he was eating. Xuehui sobbed, and the tears shedded were salty in his mouth.

His lower body was tied to the ground and pressed against her lower abdomen, which forced him to bow and bend his lower body, but Xuehui was even more boldly pressing against him, and she tiptoed to let the thing poke under her lower abdomen, making Xuesen suspect her tearfulness, maybe her sob was because of her excitement.

When he was raising Xuehui's underwear in a panic, she obediently raised her butt from the ground and bent her snow-white thighs to make it take off her underwear.

The moment his thick, round and huge penis entered, the mushroom-shaped glans touched her warm vaginal fluid, which was constantly oozing out of her place.

Xuehui shamelessly wrapped her thighs around his waist, shook her butt and then came to greet her. He couldn't help but twist her waist and sway and danced the penis.

Just under the shadow of the flower-hanging trees in the patio, there was a cluster of tall cannas in the corner, and Zhao Qing's figure stood beside the cannas.She stood there like a stone, her eyes full of jealousy.

Zhao Qing was originally coming from the opposite side with a smile, holding a large bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs in her hand. She came in through Xuesen's unclosed door and was surprised to find that there was a bird cage hanging in this place, and the sound of birds was heard one after another.

Her eyes were as straight as fish's eyes, and she had no idea what this unusual quiet was.

Finally, Xuehui's uncontrollable screams and gasps came from the living room.

Her voice soon had a rhythm and was replaced by unscrupulous moans.

Zhao Qing was so familiar with the moan that she was lying under Xue Sen.

In fact, Zhao Qing has been secretly monitoring their every move. Women have a natural sensitivity to their kind. The nearly naked men and women in the living room are tangled together frantically.

She knew everything about what happened, and everything seemed to be going publicly under her nose.

It was really a detail and fact that Zhao Qing couldn't believe in his dreams. The princess in his heart, the fairy-like Xuehui, was so shameless.

She would have agreed to her brother so easily.

She simply didn't believe that Xuehui was so shameless, so unsatisfied, so unsatisfied, so unsatisfied.

Zhao Qing felt his heart was almost broken again. Xuehui had an unimaginable courage towards sexual indulgence.

After all the effort, lingering in the bed, mercury pours into the ground like a hole.

She got up and lay on the armrest of the sofa, and raised her white and plump buttocks high. Zhao Qing could see the woman's private parts, with some lumps of vaginal fluid, which stuck to the pubic hair into strands.

Xuesen also hurriedly fell behind her. He saw his waist twisting and his butt stretching. Xuehui moaned long. Xuesen pressed down harder, and sweat beads stuck to her naked back, shattering a lot of crystal light in the sun.

Xuehui is a woman with a lot of courage. Although she is still an unmarried woman, her fanaticism and indulgence are no less than any mature woman.

Zhao Qing looked at the plump and round buttocks of the men and women shaking hard in the sofa in the distance, and felt how those beautiful and seductive buttocks overlapped and moved, making a charming and loud sound.

She finally closed her eyes in pain.

What a strange animal, men are so happy, they are so happy, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so brave, they are so greedy, they are always open.

It is said that a man's heart is endless. That thing is seven inches, not that the egg is stuck, but it has to rub it inside.

The scorching sun was fiercely exposed, and it was hard to tell whether her face was sweat or tears.

She could feel Xuehui's breathing heavier and heavier.

Gradually, her indulgent moans, without restraint, and the sounds of her body spread one after another.

A wave of Venus flashed in front of her eyes, and Xuehui's moans remained.

Zhao Qing couldn't tell whether he was jealous or the oppressed voice at this time, which made him feel impulsive.

When Xuehui was intoxicated, Zhao Qing felt sad and wanted to cry.

She couldn't help but think about the scene where he had sex with Xuehui. She couldn't help but think about it. If Xuehui was not available, there would undoubtedly be the moment she was looking forward to the most.

She will bloom towards the snow-song like a flower.

She will welcome him into the scene with great enthusiasm.

Zhao Qing's heart trembled in pain, because she could not help but admit that at this moment, Xuehui had already moaned unscrupulously under him like a cat named Chun, and the liquid of another woman was still retained on him.