Miss Tyrant, who was carrying the painting tube, strolled around San Er's house. After putting down some things, she left quietly. With a smile, she smiled like a naughty child who had just successfully stolen a watermelon from someone else's field.
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…
San Er turned on a wall lamp in the living room on the first floor of the tofu shop. She held a kitchen knife in her hands and watched the second hand of the clock on the wall turn. Her eyelids closed again and again, and she was already sleepy.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door … After being shocked, she found that it was Mark who came back. San Er was slightly relieved.
"Drink a glass of water first." San Er poured a glass of warm water for Mark and took a sip herself.
She had been nervous for most of the night, and she didn't drink a drop of water herself.
"There should be no one nearby. You can have a good rest later."
But San Er sat down worriedly. She still looked worried, "I … What should I do? Should I go to the police station tomorrow? "
It seemed that Cook had been avoiding dealing with this kind of mechanism instinctively. He said calmly, "You don't know who is dealing with you. It may not be useful to report this kind of thing to the police."
"Then … then what should I do?"
"You go to rest first. I will guard in the second half of the night. If someone comes again, I will catch him this time. When tomorrow is daytime, the enemy will not dare to be blatant, so at least there is still a day to inquire in the town. "Cook thought.
San Er nodded. She, who was out of her wits, subconsciously listened to the words of this powerful man. He was really very powerful. The way he used the shoulder pole to deal with the four people just now was not like an ordinary person.
San Er quietly came to Xiaozhi's room and sat on the bed. She planned to sleep here tonight.
Cook was used to sitting quietly. At this time, he just moved from the room to the small yard behind the tofu shop. Although it was in the open and at night, the cold seemed to have no effect on him.
Sitting on the ground, he still held the carrying pole in his hand.
He closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a statue.
After an unknown period of time, Cook's eyelids trembled slightly. He gently opened his eyes and frowned.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
…
It was late at night, very late.
But the cold water flowed along the skin, all the way from the cheeks to the collarbone, and then continued to leave the towering chest, and then the lower abdomen … The cold water flowed all the way down, making San Er couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She was burning like fire, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It was so uncomfortable that even in this kind of weather, she had unknowingly dripped with sticky sweat … This was the restlessness of her body.
San Er was very clear about this kind of restlessness.
Most of the time, she would choose to take a cold shower to cool herself down. Only on rare occasions would she choose to solve the problem by herself. But this night, she could only use the usual method.
She secretly hated herself for choosing this time … She couldn't get rid of the image of Mark's imposing back when he defeated the bad guys in the latter half of the night.
She raised her head and let the water spray onto her body. She only felt that after it cooled down slightly, she became more comfortable.
San Er simply let her body completely stick to the porcelain of the bathroom, then took off the shower and subconsciously let the strong and powerful water spray onto her chest.
The skin that was strongly stimulated suddenly stood up with small cold particles. San Er felt that her breathing suddenly became rapid. When the bud was sprayed by the slender but strong water, it reacted naturally and gradually became firm.
She was still gasping for air, and in her hazy state, her fingers had already touched her chest … Men, would never be able to understand their own bodies better than women …
The water from the gap between her palms and her chest was like water passing through a ravine. It slowly flowed down with the residual warmth of her body. It left a trail between her legs, and then really landed on the floor tiles.
She had sat completely on the ground, closed her eyes, and felt the strong stimulation brought by the fingers teasing her chest. Her bright lips were sometimes closed, sometimes opened, and sometimes bit.
His legs, which were lying flat on the white tiles, suddenly became restless. The two thighs were like two intertwined snakes, slowly rubbing against each other.
Perhaps, the simple spraying of breasts and caressing could no longer calm the desire in her heart. San Er's eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She put down the shower in her hands, and at the same time, her face was flushed, and she opened her legs.
She used the strong water spray from the shower to tightly stick to the most private part of her body … She felt that this place was Canaan.
She didn't remember why she thought of Canaan. She only occasionally remembered a story told by a priest who came to the town a long time ago.
There was rich milk and honey, there was the promised land, there was life …
"Ah … Yes …"
The more intense the stimulation, the more fertile the Promised Land became … This land that had brought life was now filled with milk and honey.
She was like a wanderer who had traveled a long and arduous journey, and finally found the promised land that belonged to her. When she saw the incomparably delicious honey, she was filled with excitement and palpitations as she reached out to grab it … to grab the sweetness that belonged to her.
She even imagined that at this moment, there was another broad palm on her palm, and the fingers were entangled with each other, gently rubbing.
Like a dream, she was opening the forbidden area of her body, exploring a trace of joy.
La la la long —!
Bang —!
The last bang was very light, but it was enough to disturb San Er who was immersed in this quiet environment … This was the sound of the outside door being closed … Even though it was very light, she could still distinguish it clearly.
San Er subconsciously looked at the door of the bathroom, only to see a pair of feet stamping in the crack of the door … At this moment, San Er tried to suppress her breath, but her heart was beating wildly.
But the feet, after pausing for a while, turned around and intended to leave.
"Don't go!"
San Er made a sorrowful voice, threw away the showerhead in her hand, and grabbed the lock handle on the bathroom door, "Don't go."
She knew that the person outside was Mark … She didn't know how long she had been hiding in the bathroom, but the only thing she was sure of was that she couldn't control herself at this moment.
Both his mind and body were thirsting for something.
Hearing San Er's voice, Kuck took a deep breath … After sitting quietly for half a night, he couldn't calm down the heat in his body, so he also wanted to wash his face with cold water to sober up.
"Don't go."
The sound of the door opening, and a force with impact, was not big, like pouncing … pouncing on his back. This was what Kuck felt at this time.
San Er's wet body was completely attached to Kuck's back. The thin clothes couldn't prevent the water from penetrating.
"Don't go …"
He heard her moaning voice, and at the same time felt San Er's fingers moving on his body … Her fingers seemed to be searching for something … And this kind of searching was more like a clear signal to him.
A signal that easily destroyed his usual calmness. The wildness hidden in his body had been ignited in an instant. Kuck finally panted uncomfortably and grabbed San Er's hand.
Turning around, with the help of the bathroom light, looking at the wet, delicate … prepared body, Kuck exhaled a hot breath, clasped San Er's face with both hands, and lowered his head to invade the plump lips.
It was like a combination of wind and rain. Two different but gradually similar panting sounds became louder and louder in the small corridor, as if it was an amplified beat.
The kiss between them was so intense that Kuck arched his body, covered San Er's chest with his palms, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her collarbone and neck.
San Er subconsciously began to tear his clothes. She was excited but clumsy to untie the belt around his waist. She reached out to grab the key that could further open the Promised Land in her body.
Suddenly.
Kuck violently turned San Er around and pressed her body against the wall. He grabbed her left hand with one hand and pierced her body with the other with his waist.
When the door of the forbidden area opened, he and she returned to the most primitive state … They had been maintaining this posture.
This was a posture that San Er had never tried before, and she had never thought that she would have sex with a man in such a place — even if it was her home.
An experience that she had never had, but it was extremely compatible with her body, made her tense all her nerves and magnified all her feelings.
She was really greedy for a sound of joy.
Over and over again, she had already been immersed in this strong and powerful collision. In the end, she felt his hot body lying on top of her from behind, and the fierce heat that spurted out of her body, and she finally cried out.
This was the saddest sound she had ever made in all the climaxes she had experienced in her life.
When it was over, the small corridor outside the bathroom returned to silence. He and she didn't say anything.
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PS1: Please ignore the title of this chapter. Of course, you can study it if you want.
PS2: I've made a deal with Boss Luo. You'll forget what you've read after reading this chapter. I won't admit that I've written this, either.
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