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Chapter 208

17days ago Incestuous Novels 8
Xiu'er walked in the house one step and three times, but when she left the door, she held her breath tightly, twisted her legs tightly, and walked towards the bathroom room that was also located in the east wing.

She had clear goals and looked straight until her trembling little hands opened the door, and her feet stepped in. Once the door panel was closed behind her, she could no longer stand firm or hold it up.

Ah... Um... Xiu'er leaned against the door with her hands tightly on her lips. Her trembling long legs were slightly apart. Large and large gushes of hot liquid rushed out of her pussy. With a "bang", a ball of white turbid fell directly to the ground, and more white liquid slid down along the root of her legs.

Yu Er's... all came out... Xiu'er trembled and tightened her legs together, and she always felt that it was a pity that their things were flowing out like this.

Brother Yu, second brother Yu, and Yu Xiang's... I really want them to be in her body forever, so that her heart will not suddenly become cold due to anything.

She was warmed from the ice cellar and could no longer go back to where she was.

Sun Caiying stood at the kitchen door of the front yard with her eyes slanted and peeped into the back yard. She woke up early, and she was always thinking about big things. She didn't sleep well this night.

Once a person can't sleep, he will start looking for things to do. What should he do?

Of course I lie down under the window and listen to the corner of the wall

Before dawn, she secretly nestled under the window of the main room and eavesdropped on one by one. As a result, she really heard a different movement at dawn. However, the sound made her heart beat faster and faster as she listened. The more she listened, her legs became weaker. In the end, the sexy part became hot, and all she couldn't stop being lustful.

How long has it been since she heard the man's majestic and turbid breathing?

The incompetent old man in the family has been ineffective for almost ten years, so she just endured it, endured it...

Finally, I had a mistress, but now I disliked her when I was old. The Chang called her Duolang Ah. Think about the three young men of the Yu family, they were all the best in the village.

Thinking back to the waist, legs, chest and back... I must be extremely brave when fucking a woman

If she could be ten or twenty years younger, she would not be able to do it now. As long as they are willing, she would be able to satisfy them with skillful skills...

Where did Chang get his luck? He can marry into such a wealthy family after marrying him.

She didn't know what happened in Yujia Hospital after she was in Yujia Village for so many years?

How could their family stand in such a big storm? How could their family be just a little bit from the village?

Let’s look at the food and clothing cost of their family over the years. Only when they change their clothes often will they be fresh. There is also food. Yesterday, at noon, their family actually made duck soup. There were nearly half of the shredded pork in the stir-fried vegetables for dinner. Even the big white rice was in a bowl. How could ordinary people get such a good meal during the New Year or the Festival?

The more Sun Caiying thought about it, the more anxious she became. I don’t know if it was for her own Song Haner or her own

Yu Fu and Yu Xiang were cooking neatly in the kitchen. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Yu Xiang whispered to Yu Fu, "Brother, as soon as I went out this morning, I saw Sun swaying at the door of the east wing. Do you think she would get up early and climb into the corner of our house?"

A bunch of shameless things, you sent them to the front yard as I said, and opened fire on your own?

Yu Fu Kuaishou turned over the meat fried eggs in the pot and sprinkled a little bit of fine salt on it. He thought that Xiu'er liked to eat it, and he always made it for her to eat it every few days.

Of course, can we still cook for them to eat

Yu Xiang looked at the bathroom door. His sister went to wash herself. I don’t know if she could take good care of herself. In the past, they were all serving each other in person. It was because outsiders were less fun.

When he thought of Xiu'er staying in the bathroom, cleaning her pussy and asshole in an extremely confusing posture, he wanted to quickly get into the bathroom and enjoy and observe it. Even if he just went to see it, it would be good.

Xiu'er was soaked in the bathtub, and her mind was occupied by her three husbands. When her body finally felt a little relieved, she panted lightly, inserted her fingers into her holes, slowly hooked her to pull out the semen inside, making herself dizzy.

Regardless of whether she is awake or fainting, the cleaning work afterwards was done by the man at home. Today it was my turn to realize that my pussy was so soft and tender. My fingers were itchy and itchy. It was novel and shy.

Finally washed, Xiu'er stayed in the bathroom for a while before putting on her clothes and walking out. At this time, the food, bowls and chopsticks had already been set on the dining table, and she was waiting for her.

Seeing her walking slowly, Yu Fu was worried that she would fall into a cold shower in the morning, so he quickly walked up to her and bent over and picked her up and sent her into the dining room. As soon as she sat down, a bowl of steaming porridge was placed in front of her by Yu Xiang.

As usual, the family had a meal in the peaceful and quiet morning light, and put a few side dishes that each other liked to eat. The food list was rich and refreshing, allowing everyone to eat mutual care.

The backyard is the inner courtyard of the Yu family. Song Haner should still follow the rules when she moves in.

That is, as an unmarried petite lady, she can only stay in the room and guard Duanliang and virtuous, and cannot be too ostentatious in the inner courtyard, especially in front of the three male owners, to show that she is a good girl from a good family.

Song Han'er sat on the chair. This morning she wore a pink dress, her hair was still beautiful, her beautiful face was thin and her lips were dyed red, which made it difficult to look away at just one glance

But she can only sit quietly in the house. In order to show her nobleness, she cannot come to the man she likes early in the morning, so she can only wait.

Waiting for opportunities, grinding people and heart

Sun Caiying made some home-cooked meals with ingredients given by Yu Xiang in the front yard in the morning. When she walked back to the east wing with her breathless breakfast, she couldn't help but raise a pair of inexplicable inverted triangle eyes and secretly glanced at the family who was eating in the dining room.

Song Han'er heard the movement and looked towards the door. Sun Caiying pushed open the door and walked into the room with her back bent. Miss, come and have a meal. The nanny did it by herself.

The plate was placed on the table in the house. Song Han'er glanced at the brown rice porridge and mixed vegetables and lost appetite. She was extremely picky when she was at home. Usually, she picked and picked a few dishes with chopsticks. The dish was turned over by her, so that others lost their appetite.

I stopped eating, she was also anxious, and her beautiful face became a little narrow-minded and impatient. Why is breakfast so simple? Didn’t it be that Chang did? She asked you to have a new stove?

She does?

Sun Caiying remembered what she had eavesdropped on in the morning, and her gloomy heart suddenly became alive. She didn't even notice the smell of jealousy in her words. The breakfast was made by the eldest son and the third son. She... Who knew when she was lazy to lie down? I came back from cooking in the front yard and saw that she was already served and sat in the dining room for dinner.

She actually asked several brothers to cook for her?

Song Han'er seemed to have heard some unimaginable story, looking unbelievable. It would be fine if there were no one or two servants at home, but she still had the face to wait for the man to cook for her? Is a village woman really treating herself as a wealthy daughter who doesn't touch her fingers?