The sound of the garbage truck Hulala came from the distant alley, disturbing the two people, making them know that this place is far from a place to enjoy.
Zhang Suer left Yan Xinting's lips, and she still reluctantly leaned on him, as if immersed in the aftertaste of intimacy and could not herself.
Let's go to the alley there.
Zhang Suer looked around and saw the scene of defeat in the alleys in the vertical direction, and each room was an unguarded vacant house with bare walls.
Yan Xinting did not express her opinion. Zhang Suer held her hand, and Yan Xinting followed him obediently. The sound of the rumbling garbage truck came from a distance. The dim light in the alley left a mottled reflection on the stone road. The garbage truck pushed by the cleaner had blocked the blurry light on the road.
The surrounding buildings are all the earliest two-story wooden houses in Shanghai. The reality of tenon and peeling is very serious. Compared with the marble roof houses built by foreigners, they are like matchboxes.
The wood frame has become dark after years of immersion. The height of the second floor is also very low. It is piled up on the lower floor with its hands and feet, as if it can slide down from above at any time. I really suspect that once you step on it, it will collapse.
Standing by the roadside, almost all houses have doors open.
Zhang Suer saw a complete house door, like a small shop in the past, so he pushed it with his other hand. The door creaked open, and there was a small place inside, with a white concrete floor exposed, which looked very bright in the shadow.
Then he walked in.
After confirming that there was no danger, he waved to let Yan Xinting come in. At the entrance of the alley where he had just entered, the sound of the garbage truck slowly passed by, and then the surroundings returned to peace.
With the dim light, Zhang Suer pulled the girl over. Her warm breath pounced on him, as if continuing the passionate kiss that he had not enjoyed just now. He hugged her in his arms again, and the girl's soft body leaned against him through her skirt.
His hand, passing through her plump back, pulled her into her chest, with the girl's face with that silent smile, and her red lips turned red in the dark, as if she had been smeared with chocolate.
Zhang Suer approached her and the two kissed each other passionately again.
The girl's lower body was leaning against him, and he could even feel the warm heat from her lower abdomen.
Zhang Suer slid his hand down irresistibly and touched her skirt. Her back became soft and elastic when she entered the area. Zhang Suer suddenly realized that he had visited the girl's lower body, which surprised him a little.
Many years ago, he once held the girl's hand and walked squeakingly on the top floor of the dilapidated ancestral hall. At that time, he knew that the girl's hands were so soft. He was willing to use his whole life to hold these hands. Now, he felt that there was something softer than his hands. His desire was far from what he had been years ago. He was only willing to feel the warmth of the girl from his hands.
Through the hem of the skirt, his hands were covering the girl's soft buttocks with voluntarily. He could feel the hard edges of her panties, but Yan Xinting didn't react. She put her mouth passionately and stirred her tongue together.
Yan Xinting's investment gave Zhang Suer encouragement.He put his hands on her skirt, touched her small and delicate panties, and gently stroked the edge of her round buttocks with both hands.
Yan Xinting left Zhang Suer a little and looked at him in silence. Zhang Suer stopped the activity in her hand and asked her in a low voice:
Isn't it bad for me to do this?
Yan Xinting looked at him silently, as if thinking about something, and then she shook her head.
Zhang Suer became even more bold. He touched Yan Xinting's mouth again. The girl accepted him without hesitation, while Zhang Suer was even more obsessed with her plump buttocks.
With her encouragement, he inserted his hands into the back of her panties.
Zhang Suer left Yan Xinting's lips, and she still reluctantly leaned on him, as if immersed in the aftertaste of intimacy and could not herself.
Let's go to the alley there.
Zhang Suer looked around and saw the scene of defeat in the alleys in the vertical direction, and each room was an unguarded vacant house with bare walls.
Yan Xinting did not express her opinion. Zhang Suer held her hand, and Yan Xinting followed him obediently. The sound of the rumbling garbage truck came from a distance. The dim light in the alley left a mottled reflection on the stone road. The garbage truck pushed by the cleaner had blocked the blurry light on the road.
The surrounding buildings are all the earliest two-story wooden houses in Shanghai. The reality of tenon and peeling is very serious. Compared with the marble roof houses built by foreigners, they are like matchboxes.
The wood frame has become dark after years of immersion. The height of the second floor is also very low. It is piled up on the lower floor with its hands and feet, as if it can slide down from above at any time. I really suspect that once you step on it, it will collapse.
Standing by the roadside, almost all houses have doors open.
Zhang Suer saw a complete house door, like a small shop in the past, so he pushed it with his other hand. The door creaked open, and there was a small place inside, with a white concrete floor exposed, which looked very bright in the shadow.
Then he walked in.
After confirming that there was no danger, he waved to let Yan Xinting come in. At the entrance of the alley where he had just entered, the sound of the garbage truck slowly passed by, and then the surroundings returned to peace.
With the dim light, Zhang Suer pulled the girl over. Her warm breath pounced on him, as if continuing the passionate kiss that he had not enjoyed just now. He hugged her in his arms again, and the girl's soft body leaned against him through her skirt.
His hand, passing through her plump back, pulled her into her chest, with the girl's face with that silent smile, and her red lips turned red in the dark, as if she had been smeared with chocolate.
Zhang Suer approached her and the two kissed each other passionately again.
The girl's lower body was leaning against him, and he could even feel the warm heat from her lower abdomen.
Zhang Suer slid his hand down irresistibly and touched her skirt. Her back became soft and elastic when she entered the area. Zhang Suer suddenly realized that he had visited the girl's lower body, which surprised him a little.
Many years ago, he once held the girl's hand and walked squeakingly on the top floor of the dilapidated ancestral hall. At that time, he knew that the girl's hands were so soft. He was willing to use his whole life to hold these hands. Now, he felt that there was something softer than his hands. His desire was far from what he had been years ago. He was only willing to feel the warmth of the girl from his hands.
Through the hem of the skirt, his hands were covering the girl's soft buttocks with voluntarily. He could feel the hard edges of her panties, but Yan Xinting didn't react. She put her mouth passionately and stirred her tongue together.
Yan Xinting's investment gave Zhang Suer encouragement.He put his hands on her skirt, touched her small and delicate panties, and gently stroked the edge of her round buttocks with both hands.
Yan Xinting left Zhang Suer a little and looked at him in silence. Zhang Suer stopped the activity in her hand and asked her in a low voice:
Isn't it bad for me to do this?
Yan Xinting looked at him silently, as if thinking about something, and then she shook her head.
Zhang Suer became even more bold. He touched Yan Xinting's mouth again. The girl accepted him without hesitation, while Zhang Suer was even more obsessed with her plump buttocks.
With her encouragement, he inserted his hands into the back of her panties.
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