Quick...quick...then...that's so good...that's hard...dazhu...you're going to fuck me to death...oh...oh...why did you cum again...
A charming middle-aged woman was lying on a handsome man with a slightly dull expression, her butt was swaying constantly, intending to squeeze out the last drop of semen from the man.
When she realized that the man's penis had completely softened, she jumped under the bed a little absent-mindedly, knelt beside the bed, and opened her mouth to suck the glans of the big pillar, eating all the semen precipitated from the urethra without leaving any left.
After resting for a while, Dazhu raised his body, covered his a little painful head, and the bandage wrapped around his head was covered with traces of blood.
Dazhu rubbed his eyes that were still a little sore, stood up, walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen, looking at the middle-aged woman who was cooking, and asked: Sister Qi, why do you seem to be dissatisfied every time you cook with me?
The woman named Qijie turned around, and her face was filled with sweat from the heat and had a helplessness that Dazhu could not understand. She shrugged her head and said: That, Sister Qijie doesn't know what to say, so don't ask, go to the mountain with me to pick chestnuts later, and there is no labor at home.
Well, I went out for some breath, and as I said that, Dazhu turned around and walked towards the virtual gate.
Sister Qi looked at Dazhu who was slowly moving away, shook her head and muttered: I saw that he was strong and saved him. I thought it was very thick there, and that was just like that. Alas, I should be happy that I, a widow, have such a blessing. It is better than using carrots!
Dazhu walked out of this house made of loess, and stood in front of the slope, looking at the vastness in the distance, and seemed to feel his mind was in chaos. Especially when he had sex with Qi Jie, his heart would be like being cut into a knife, and there would always be shadows of a few women running out, but he could not see their faces clearly.
The head hurts so much. Dazhu covered his head and squatted on the ground. Looking at the dead leaves all over the ground, he fell into endless reverie. He remembered that when he woke up, he was at Sister Qi's house. At that time, his avatar was about to crack. For several consecutive days, he had been carefully changing bandages for him. Sister Qi's only request was to take off his pants and harden his cock. Then he twitched in her pussy that was flooding with sea tides. Every time Dazhu couldn't bear the extreme excitement and ejaculated with semen.
Dazhu's face became a little ugly. He always felt that he had lost his direction and did not know where he was moving forward at all. He even didn't know where he was retreating. Now he only knew to stay at Sister Qi's house like a wife. Occasionally, neighbors came to visit him. Sister Qi said that he was her younger brother, and Sister Qi didn't tell him the specific ones.
Brother Zhuzi, is it okay to play the hopscotch game with us?
At dawn, two little girls from the neighbor's house jumped over like deer, each holding one of the legs of the Dazhu.
My head hurts so I can't jump, Dazhu hurriedly explained.
Then you should be the referee!
The little girl holding Dazhu's left leg immediately paved the way for Dazhu.
OK, Dazhu smiled and reached out to touch the heads of the two little girls.
The two little girls let go of the legs of the pillar, squatted on the ground, looking for a sharp stone at the end and drawing the house on the ground.
For some reason, whenever these two naughty little girls come to play with him, his mood will be much more relaxed and his mind will no longer hurt so much.
After the two little girls were painted, Dazhu, a not-so-qualified referee, began to comment on their performance...
It was almost six o'clock, and Sister Qi, who was wearing a simple autumn outfit, asked Dazhu to go in for dinner.
The rice is very simple, with salted eggs, vegetables and essential rice.
After dinner, Sister Qi did not rush to go up the mountain with Dazhu. She asked Dazhu to go back to the room and took a circle of new bandages to change the bandages for Dazhu.
After removing the bandage on Dazhu's head, Sister Qi pressed Dazhu's hair upwards, looked at the scarred wound, and said: Dazhu, your fate is really good, and the bullet will wear down your brain skin. If you turn a little more, your head may have cracked.
Sister Qi, you haven’t told me yet what happened to me?
Dazhu asked a little confused.
Sister Qi squinted her eyes and smiled, leaned over and kissed Dazhu, and said: As soon as you woke up, I told you that you are my brother. When you went up the mountain to kill a wild boar, your gun went fire and hit yourself, causing a brain concussion. You don’t remember what happened before, this is what happened.
But I heard that my sister and younger brother could not do that kind of thing, and Dazhu was even more confused.
fool!
Sister Qi kissed Dazhu's lips again, held her breasts with her hands, and continued, "Women need men's nourishment. Your brother-in-law is dead. If you do not help your sister quench your thirst, then will your sister die of thirst?
But……
Dazhu wanted to say something. When he saw Sister Qi's scorching gaze, he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and asked Sister Qi to tie a bandage for him. His eyes were staring at Sister Qi's pair of breasts that were swaying in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he felt that this was too presumptuous. He was simply used to lying on the bed and let Sister Qi control the whole process of sex.
After changing the bandage, Sister Qi went to pack the food they needed to go up the mountain. They had to go to a very high mountain, and it took half an hour to hike. The road was very narrow and could not even pass by bicycles, so they could only walk.
After loading the meal, Sister Qi found a shoulder pole and two big bags. After closing the door, she walked with Dazhu to the foggy mountain.
This is a small village, very remote, and there is only one bus passing by them every day, and the most common thing I hear is the sound of birds singing.
The seventh sister of Dazhu came under a bamboo forest accompanied by the sound of birds. There are two seasons of bamboo shoots, one season in spring and one season in winter. Now it is autumn, but there are no bamboo shoots to dig here. Their goal is a chestnut forest located on the hillside.
Tired?
Looking at the big pillars that were constantly undulating on their chests, Sister Qi cared about it.
Qijie is a typical rural woman. She has the simplicity and hard work of rural women, but her sexual desire is a bit strong.
Dazhu shook his head and said: The air here is very good, and it is not tired at all.
Well, let's continue walking. Sister Qi was afraid that Dazhu would be tripped by vines and the like, so she took Dazhu's hand and walked towards the mountainside.
Be careful of the shells on the ground, and looking at the chestnut shells that were already yellow all over the ground, Sister Qi instructed.
I am not a child, so Dazhu doesn’t think it is necessary for Qi Jie to care too much about it.
I originally thought you were my child. Sister Qi showed a simple smile and looked at the thatched hut not far away. Sister Qi pulled Dazhu toward it.
After tied the food in the plastic bag to the beam, Qijie and Dazhu sat on the ground to rest. Qijie took out a full bottle of tea, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, and handed it to Dazhu.
I'm not thirsty yet, Dazhu shook his head and said.
I have to start working after a break. Remember, don’t raise my head when picking chestnuts. Last month, the unlucky uncle Ma at the east entrance of the village was hit by the chestnut shell. Now he is still in the city to treat him. I don’t know if he is blind. Also, he has to put his ears on the tip. There are wild boars on the mountain from time to time, and stones may roll down. Sister Qi Ding Níng said.
I knew it, Dazhu, who had no smile on his face, picked up a chestnut on the ground that was slightly wrinkled by the sun, bit it open with his teeth, shaved a layer of film outside and stuffed it into his mouth. A sweetness like sugar made Dazhu wake up a lot.
The ones I just picked were not delicious, but they only tasted after several days. They were raw. Don’t eat too much, as diarrhea would be bad. As he said that, Sister Qi stood up, patted the dust stuck to her butt, and put on a beggar bag (commonly known as) on her back and took a handful of pliers tailored for picking chestnuts and then prepared to start work.
Seeing that Sister Qi started picking chestnuts, Dazhu, who was kind-hearted, was not willing to be outdone, so he carried the beggar bag and followed Sister Qi.
Sister Qi bent down and clamped the chestnut hidden in the chestnut shell with pliers, pressed it on the ground, and rotated it randomly. The unscrupulous chestnut was pinched out and threw it into the beggar's bag.
Sister Qi's movements were extremely skillful. As a novice, Dazhu became a little clumsy. He was stabbed several times with his hands, and the itchy made him unable to help but insert his fingers into his mouth and suck.
Looking at Sister Qi who was working hard, Dazhu was a little lost. The part he was looking at was Sister Qi's butt. The pants she was wearing were thin, and the corners of her underwear could be seen. Now she was covered in sweat again. After being wet with sweat, she became even thinner and her buttocks were vaguely visible.
Dazhu looked at it for a while before he came to his senses, his face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head and started picking chestnuts. But the male instinct always forces him to observe Sister Qi. Sister Qi never dressed up, but the primitive sexual desire always makes Dazhu have an inexplicable favor for this sister, just as a male animal is looking for a mating partner.
After picking for a while, Dazhu heard a sound from the left. He looked up and saw a woman carrying a beggar bag walking towards a higher mountain. Looking at the woman's face, Dazhu's head hurt even more. He covered his head as if it was about to crack. Xiaolu, Dazhu couldn't help but call out a name that even he felt incredible.
What’s wrong with you?
Seeing that Dazhu was almost kneeling on the ground, Qi Jie hurriedly slid down and grabbed Dazhu's hand.
After a while, Dazhu raised his head. He swallowed several saliva with sweat on his face, then shook his head, then looked to the left, looking at the woman's back, Dazhu was a little absent-minded and asked: Sister Qi, who is that woman? I always feel familiar.
It should be Widow Zhou at the entrance of the village. She lived well in the city. Her man, named Hei Ge, died, so she came back to live. I couldn't figure out why she was leaving her to live a good life, but she was going to run to the village to suffer. After saying that, Sister Qi sighed, as if she was calling Widow Zhou a worthless person.
Is it called Zhou Xiaolu?
Dazhu asked again.
I don’t remember that the village usually doesn’t call her name. We used to call her Lulu, so it should be that name, right?Why, you know her?
Sister Qi looked at Dazhu in confusion.
Dazhu's mind was in chaos. He always felt that there should be that woman in his memory, but he couldn't remember it. When he saw her face just now, Dazhu couldn't feel any warmth, but he had some sourness from that.
Seeing that you are so tired, let's take a break. Sister Qi said and walked back to the thatched hut.
Dazhu looked at Widow Zhou who had already disappeared around the corner, and felt very disappointed. Seeing that Sister Qi got into the thatched hut, he followed him in.
Sister Qi took off the beggar's bag and placed it on the ground. She rubbed her shoulders with a little soreness and then lay gently on the ground. The ground was very dirty. There were a few ants moving, but Sister Qi didn't care. Anyway, she is like this, a rural woman, and she has no hygiene concept at all. What she likes most is that she is lying down when she is tired.
Big Pigeon drilled into the thatched hut and saw Sister Qi's breasts that were constantly rising and falling, faintly exposed by sweat. He swallowed his saliva. For some reason, he wouldn't have done this before, but today he especially wanted to have sex.
Sister, can we do it here?
Dazhu asked.
A charming middle-aged woman was lying on a handsome man with a slightly dull expression, her butt was swaying constantly, intending to squeeze out the last drop of semen from the man.
When she realized that the man's penis had completely softened, she jumped under the bed a little absent-mindedly, knelt beside the bed, and opened her mouth to suck the glans of the big pillar, eating all the semen precipitated from the urethra without leaving any left.
After resting for a while, Dazhu raised his body, covered his a little painful head, and the bandage wrapped around his head was covered with traces of blood.
Dazhu rubbed his eyes that were still a little sore, stood up, walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen, looking at the middle-aged woman who was cooking, and asked: Sister Qi, why do you seem to be dissatisfied every time you cook with me?
The woman named Qijie turned around, and her face was filled with sweat from the heat and had a helplessness that Dazhu could not understand. She shrugged her head and said: That, Sister Qijie doesn't know what to say, so don't ask, go to the mountain with me to pick chestnuts later, and there is no labor at home.
Well, I went out for some breath, and as I said that, Dazhu turned around and walked towards the virtual gate.
Sister Qi looked at Dazhu who was slowly moving away, shook her head and muttered: I saw that he was strong and saved him. I thought it was very thick there, and that was just like that. Alas, I should be happy that I, a widow, have such a blessing. It is better than using carrots!
Dazhu walked out of this house made of loess, and stood in front of the slope, looking at the vastness in the distance, and seemed to feel his mind was in chaos. Especially when he had sex with Qi Jie, his heart would be like being cut into a knife, and there would always be shadows of a few women running out, but he could not see their faces clearly.
The head hurts so much. Dazhu covered his head and squatted on the ground. Looking at the dead leaves all over the ground, he fell into endless reverie. He remembered that when he woke up, he was at Sister Qi's house. At that time, his avatar was about to crack. For several consecutive days, he had been carefully changing bandages for him. Sister Qi's only request was to take off his pants and harden his cock. Then he twitched in her pussy that was flooding with sea tides. Every time Dazhu couldn't bear the extreme excitement and ejaculated with semen.
Dazhu's face became a little ugly. He always felt that he had lost his direction and did not know where he was moving forward at all. He even didn't know where he was retreating. Now he only knew to stay at Sister Qi's house like a wife. Occasionally, neighbors came to visit him. Sister Qi said that he was her younger brother, and Sister Qi didn't tell him the specific ones.
Brother Zhuzi, is it okay to play the hopscotch game with us?
At dawn, two little girls from the neighbor's house jumped over like deer, each holding one of the legs of the Dazhu.
My head hurts so I can't jump, Dazhu hurriedly explained.
Then you should be the referee!
The little girl holding Dazhu's left leg immediately paved the way for Dazhu.
OK, Dazhu smiled and reached out to touch the heads of the two little girls.
The two little girls let go of the legs of the pillar, squatted on the ground, looking for a sharp stone at the end and drawing the house on the ground.
For some reason, whenever these two naughty little girls come to play with him, his mood will be much more relaxed and his mind will no longer hurt so much.
After the two little girls were painted, Dazhu, a not-so-qualified referee, began to comment on their performance...
It was almost six o'clock, and Sister Qi, who was wearing a simple autumn outfit, asked Dazhu to go in for dinner.
The rice is very simple, with salted eggs, vegetables and essential rice.
After dinner, Sister Qi did not rush to go up the mountain with Dazhu. She asked Dazhu to go back to the room and took a circle of new bandages to change the bandages for Dazhu.
After removing the bandage on Dazhu's head, Sister Qi pressed Dazhu's hair upwards, looked at the scarred wound, and said: Dazhu, your fate is really good, and the bullet will wear down your brain skin. If you turn a little more, your head may have cracked.
Sister Qi, you haven’t told me yet what happened to me?
Dazhu asked a little confused.
Sister Qi squinted her eyes and smiled, leaned over and kissed Dazhu, and said: As soon as you woke up, I told you that you are my brother. When you went up the mountain to kill a wild boar, your gun went fire and hit yourself, causing a brain concussion. You don’t remember what happened before, this is what happened.
But I heard that my sister and younger brother could not do that kind of thing, and Dazhu was even more confused.
fool!
Sister Qi kissed Dazhu's lips again, held her breasts with her hands, and continued, "Women need men's nourishment. Your brother-in-law is dead. If you do not help your sister quench your thirst, then will your sister die of thirst?
But……
Dazhu wanted to say something. When he saw Sister Qi's scorching gaze, he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and asked Sister Qi to tie a bandage for him. His eyes were staring at Sister Qi's pair of breasts that were swaying in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he felt that this was too presumptuous. He was simply used to lying on the bed and let Sister Qi control the whole process of sex.
After changing the bandage, Sister Qi went to pack the food they needed to go up the mountain. They had to go to a very high mountain, and it took half an hour to hike. The road was very narrow and could not even pass by bicycles, so they could only walk.
After loading the meal, Sister Qi found a shoulder pole and two big bags. After closing the door, she walked with Dazhu to the foggy mountain.
This is a small village, very remote, and there is only one bus passing by them every day, and the most common thing I hear is the sound of birds singing.
The seventh sister of Dazhu came under a bamboo forest accompanied by the sound of birds. There are two seasons of bamboo shoots, one season in spring and one season in winter. Now it is autumn, but there are no bamboo shoots to dig here. Their goal is a chestnut forest located on the hillside.
Tired?
Looking at the big pillars that were constantly undulating on their chests, Sister Qi cared about it.
Qijie is a typical rural woman. She has the simplicity and hard work of rural women, but her sexual desire is a bit strong.
Dazhu shook his head and said: The air here is very good, and it is not tired at all.
Well, let's continue walking. Sister Qi was afraid that Dazhu would be tripped by vines and the like, so she took Dazhu's hand and walked towards the mountainside.
Be careful of the shells on the ground, and looking at the chestnut shells that were already yellow all over the ground, Sister Qi instructed.
I am not a child, so Dazhu doesn’t think it is necessary for Qi Jie to care too much about it.
I originally thought you were my child. Sister Qi showed a simple smile and looked at the thatched hut not far away. Sister Qi pulled Dazhu toward it.
After tied the food in the plastic bag to the beam, Qijie and Dazhu sat on the ground to rest. Qijie took out a full bottle of tea, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, and handed it to Dazhu.
I'm not thirsty yet, Dazhu shook his head and said.
I have to start working after a break. Remember, don’t raise my head when picking chestnuts. Last month, the unlucky uncle Ma at the east entrance of the village was hit by the chestnut shell. Now he is still in the city to treat him. I don’t know if he is blind. Also, he has to put his ears on the tip. There are wild boars on the mountain from time to time, and stones may roll down. Sister Qi Ding Níng said.
I knew it, Dazhu, who had no smile on his face, picked up a chestnut on the ground that was slightly wrinkled by the sun, bit it open with his teeth, shaved a layer of film outside and stuffed it into his mouth. A sweetness like sugar made Dazhu wake up a lot.
The ones I just picked were not delicious, but they only tasted after several days. They were raw. Don’t eat too much, as diarrhea would be bad. As he said that, Sister Qi stood up, patted the dust stuck to her butt, and put on a beggar bag (commonly known as) on her back and took a handful of pliers tailored for picking chestnuts and then prepared to start work.
Seeing that Sister Qi started picking chestnuts, Dazhu, who was kind-hearted, was not willing to be outdone, so he carried the beggar bag and followed Sister Qi.
Sister Qi bent down and clamped the chestnut hidden in the chestnut shell with pliers, pressed it on the ground, and rotated it randomly. The unscrupulous chestnut was pinched out and threw it into the beggar's bag.
Sister Qi's movements were extremely skillful. As a novice, Dazhu became a little clumsy. He was stabbed several times with his hands, and the itchy made him unable to help but insert his fingers into his mouth and suck.
Looking at Sister Qi who was working hard, Dazhu was a little lost. The part he was looking at was Sister Qi's butt. The pants she was wearing were thin, and the corners of her underwear could be seen. Now she was covered in sweat again. After being wet with sweat, she became even thinner and her buttocks were vaguely visible.
Dazhu looked at it for a while before he came to his senses, his face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head and started picking chestnuts. But the male instinct always forces him to observe Sister Qi. Sister Qi never dressed up, but the primitive sexual desire always makes Dazhu have an inexplicable favor for this sister, just as a male animal is looking for a mating partner.
After picking for a while, Dazhu heard a sound from the left. He looked up and saw a woman carrying a beggar bag walking towards a higher mountain. Looking at the woman's face, Dazhu's head hurt even more. He covered his head as if it was about to crack. Xiaolu, Dazhu couldn't help but call out a name that even he felt incredible.
What’s wrong with you?
Seeing that Dazhu was almost kneeling on the ground, Qi Jie hurriedly slid down and grabbed Dazhu's hand.
After a while, Dazhu raised his head. He swallowed several saliva with sweat on his face, then shook his head, then looked to the left, looking at the woman's back, Dazhu was a little absent-minded and asked: Sister Qi, who is that woman? I always feel familiar.
It should be Widow Zhou at the entrance of the village. She lived well in the city. Her man, named Hei Ge, died, so she came back to live. I couldn't figure out why she was leaving her to live a good life, but she was going to run to the village to suffer. After saying that, Sister Qi sighed, as if she was calling Widow Zhou a worthless person.
Is it called Zhou Xiaolu?
Dazhu asked again.
I don’t remember that the village usually doesn’t call her name. We used to call her Lulu, so it should be that name, right?Why, you know her?
Sister Qi looked at Dazhu in confusion.
Dazhu's mind was in chaos. He always felt that there should be that woman in his memory, but he couldn't remember it. When he saw her face just now, Dazhu couldn't feel any warmth, but he had some sourness from that.
Seeing that you are so tired, let's take a break. Sister Qi said and walked back to the thatched hut.
Dazhu looked at Widow Zhou who had already disappeared around the corner, and felt very disappointed. Seeing that Sister Qi got into the thatched hut, he followed him in.
Sister Qi took off the beggar's bag and placed it on the ground. She rubbed her shoulders with a little soreness and then lay gently on the ground. The ground was very dirty. There were a few ants moving, but Sister Qi didn't care. Anyway, she is like this, a rural woman, and she has no hygiene concept at all. What she likes most is that she is lying down when she is tired.
Big Pigeon drilled into the thatched hut and saw Sister Qi's breasts that were constantly rising and falling, faintly exposed by sweat. He swallowed his saliva. For some reason, he wouldn't have done this before, but today he especially wanted to have sex.
Sister, can we do it here?
Dazhu asked.
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