Zhuoya was slightly calmer after running to Yang Jun's Mercedes-Benz in one breath.
I opened the car door and got into the car, and sat down to the passenger seat of the car. I remembered the scene I was in the park just now, my face turned slightly red, my sweat gradually came out, and my body temperature increased.
She unconsciously unbuttoned the two collar buckles, and immediately her cleavage was half exposed, her breasts trembled slightly, making her look more coquettish and sexy. Yang Jun, who was sitting in the cab, had his eyes straightened, and the guy under her crotch became excited again.
Yang Jun swallowed, tried to control his emotions, and said: Mr. Zhuo, you are tired, so let’s send you home!
Zhuo Ya asked quietly: I'm back, what should I do if the woman named Yang Qian?
These are men's affairs, Yang Jun comforted: Mr. Zhuo, don't worry, I will go out and leave it to you for disposal.
Oh well!Zhuo Ya thought about it and agreed to Yang Jun send her home.
Yang Jun started the car and headed towards Xinsha Lakeside Manor.
After a while, Xinsha Lakeside Manor arrived. Yang Jun drove into the villa area and parked downstairs of Zhuo Ya's house.
You have worked hard for a day, so you can sit in our house for a while and have a cup of tea!When Zhuoya jumped out of the car, she saw that it was still early, so she invited Yang Jun into the house.
OKYang Jun nodded and came with her to the doorstep.
After ringing the doorbell, he saw that his mother did not come out to open the door. He probably had her mother out, so Zhuoya took out the key from her handbag and opened the door.
Mrs. Zhuo is really not at home.
Zhuoya knew that since her father passed away, her mother had been very depressed. In order to make her happy, the neighbors asked her to play little mahjong from time to time to relieve her boredom.
After entering the room, Yang Jun closed the door and Zhuo Ya's body shook slightly.
My mother probably went to play mahjong. Zhuoya looked around the room and saw that her mother was indeed not at home, so she said: Let's go, go to my room and sit down. I will make you a cup of coffee!
Yang Jun followed her upstairs and walked into Zhuo Ya's boudoir.
Zhuoya made a cup of Nestle coffee for Yang Jun, then walked to the dressing table to remove her makeup.
The delicate face reflected from the makeup mirror was that beautiful and beautiful. There was no sign that she was in her thirties. She turned around in the soft light and faced Yang Jun, reflecting her snow-white skin.
Deep cleavage is faintly exposed under the low neckline, towering breasts, and two snow-white, slender and plump thighs under the skirt...
Yang Jun remembered that last time Zhuoya was fascinated by Li Jialiang with a pill. After he rescued Zhuoya from Li Jialiang, he sent her home. When they were passionate in this room, they walked over and stood behind Zhuoya, put one hand on her shoulder, and crossed the other hand with her, clasped her fingers tightly.
Yang Jun gently pinched her fingers hard, and Zhuo Ya looked at him from the mirror knowingly.
Yang Jun pulled her arm a little hard, Zhuoya stood up, Yang Jun hugged her in front of her. She subconsciously placed her right hand on Yang Jun's chest to block it, but did not resist.
Yang Jun pushed her back against the wall behind the dressing table.
Yang Jun lowered his head and kissed her. Zhuoya did not resist, but did not welcome him, just stayed there motionless.
Yang Jun stroked her slender waist branch through the clothes with his hands, caressing her tall chest. She seemed to have a little shortness of breath, and her chest kept rising and falling...
When Yang Jun reached into her clothes, she grabbed Yang Jun's hand, pushed him away, and lowered her head without saying a word.
Looking at her vertical and beautiful long hair, Yang Jun thought that if she missed it today, she would probably never have such a good opportunity again, but she couldn't be too anxious. So she grabbed her hand and comforted her and said:
Mr. Zhuo, I really like you!
Gradually, Zhuo Ya was no longer so nervous and fell into Yang Jun's arms.
Yang Jun continued to kiss her, and when he reached into her clothes again and lifted her coat, she did not resist, in turn, coat, shirt, short skirt...
Zhuoya did not ask Yang Jun to take off her completely, but just pulled her top to the top, revealing her white bra.
The short skirt and white lace panties were just taken off one leg, and the other half was worn on the other leg.
And she just closed her eyes and breathed rapidly.
Yang Jun picked her up and put her on the bed and lay on his back.
Zhuoya didn't say a word, her snow-white and smooth legs were spread apart, and her legs, which were still wearing her pants, hung on the ground. She looked cute and lovely.
Yang Jun reached out and took off her bra. A pair of white and tender breasts jumped out like two big white rabbits. They were very round and very big...
Yang Jun covered her body with his hands, feeling her with his palms. A trace of warmth stayed in his palms, and Zhuo Ya's body was a little wet.
Yang Jun stroked it with his hands, and gradually the feeling of moisture became more and more...
Suddenly, the sound of opening and closing the door came downstairs.
Wow, my mom is back!Zhuoya suddenly woke up from the passion, pushed Yang Jun away, hurriedly got up from the bed, hurriedly put on her bra and dress, and said to Yang Jun: It's all your fault. What if my mother found that we were in the room?
Yang Jun comforted: It doesn’t matter, last time you got drunk, they already found me in your room...
Humph, I was killed by you... Zhuo Ya sighed, opened the TV series for Yang Jun with the remote control board, came to the dressing table, tidied up her appearance in the dressing mirror, walked to the bedroom door, and opened the door.
As soon as Mrs. Zhuo saw her daughter at home, she ran upstairs and asked anxiously: Xiaoya, when did you come back?How is the company going?
After Mrs. Zhuo entered Zhuoya's bedroom, she suddenly saw Yang Jun pretending to be fine, sitting on the sofa in Zhuoya's room drinking coffee and watching TV.
Mrs. Zhuo seemed a little embarrassed. In a dilemma, Yang Jun hurriedly stood up from the sofa, smiled at her, and replied to Zhuoya:
Aunt, don’t worry, Mr. Zhuo has already handled the company’s affairs almost completely...
Oh, it turns out it is Xiao Yang Ah. Thanks to your help, our Xiao Ya is safe. Mrs. Zhuo smiled awkwardly at Yang Jun, "You haven't eaten yet, I'll cook for you..."
Not allowing Yang Jun to speak, the old lady had turned around and left Zhuo Ya's bedroom. Yang Jun and Zhuo Ya looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other.
It's up to you!
Zhuo Ya let out a coquettish voice and spitted her mouth at Yang Jun...
I opened the car door and got into the car, and sat down to the passenger seat of the car. I remembered the scene I was in the park just now, my face turned slightly red, my sweat gradually came out, and my body temperature increased.
She unconsciously unbuttoned the two collar buckles, and immediately her cleavage was half exposed, her breasts trembled slightly, making her look more coquettish and sexy. Yang Jun, who was sitting in the cab, had his eyes straightened, and the guy under her crotch became excited again.
Yang Jun swallowed, tried to control his emotions, and said: Mr. Zhuo, you are tired, so let’s send you home!
Zhuo Ya asked quietly: I'm back, what should I do if the woman named Yang Qian?
These are men's affairs, Yang Jun comforted: Mr. Zhuo, don't worry, I will go out and leave it to you for disposal.
Oh well!Zhuo Ya thought about it and agreed to Yang Jun send her home.
Yang Jun started the car and headed towards Xinsha Lakeside Manor.
After a while, Xinsha Lakeside Manor arrived. Yang Jun drove into the villa area and parked downstairs of Zhuo Ya's house.
You have worked hard for a day, so you can sit in our house for a while and have a cup of tea!When Zhuoya jumped out of the car, she saw that it was still early, so she invited Yang Jun into the house.
OKYang Jun nodded and came with her to the doorstep.
After ringing the doorbell, he saw that his mother did not come out to open the door. He probably had her mother out, so Zhuoya took out the key from her handbag and opened the door.
Mrs. Zhuo is really not at home.
Zhuoya knew that since her father passed away, her mother had been very depressed. In order to make her happy, the neighbors asked her to play little mahjong from time to time to relieve her boredom.
After entering the room, Yang Jun closed the door and Zhuo Ya's body shook slightly.
My mother probably went to play mahjong. Zhuoya looked around the room and saw that her mother was indeed not at home, so she said: Let's go, go to my room and sit down. I will make you a cup of coffee!
Yang Jun followed her upstairs and walked into Zhuo Ya's boudoir.
Zhuoya made a cup of Nestle coffee for Yang Jun, then walked to the dressing table to remove her makeup.
The delicate face reflected from the makeup mirror was that beautiful and beautiful. There was no sign that she was in her thirties. She turned around in the soft light and faced Yang Jun, reflecting her snow-white skin.
Deep cleavage is faintly exposed under the low neckline, towering breasts, and two snow-white, slender and plump thighs under the skirt...
Yang Jun remembered that last time Zhuoya was fascinated by Li Jialiang with a pill. After he rescued Zhuoya from Li Jialiang, he sent her home. When they were passionate in this room, they walked over and stood behind Zhuoya, put one hand on her shoulder, and crossed the other hand with her, clasped her fingers tightly.
Yang Jun gently pinched her fingers hard, and Zhuo Ya looked at him from the mirror knowingly.
Yang Jun pulled her arm a little hard, Zhuoya stood up, Yang Jun hugged her in front of her. She subconsciously placed her right hand on Yang Jun's chest to block it, but did not resist.
Yang Jun pushed her back against the wall behind the dressing table.
Yang Jun lowered his head and kissed her. Zhuoya did not resist, but did not welcome him, just stayed there motionless.
Yang Jun stroked her slender waist branch through the clothes with his hands, caressing her tall chest. She seemed to have a little shortness of breath, and her chest kept rising and falling...
When Yang Jun reached into her clothes, she grabbed Yang Jun's hand, pushed him away, and lowered her head without saying a word.
Looking at her vertical and beautiful long hair, Yang Jun thought that if she missed it today, she would probably never have such a good opportunity again, but she couldn't be too anxious. So she grabbed her hand and comforted her and said:
Mr. Zhuo, I really like you!
Gradually, Zhuo Ya was no longer so nervous and fell into Yang Jun's arms.
Yang Jun continued to kiss her, and when he reached into her clothes again and lifted her coat, she did not resist, in turn, coat, shirt, short skirt...
Zhuoya did not ask Yang Jun to take off her completely, but just pulled her top to the top, revealing her white bra.
The short skirt and white lace panties were just taken off one leg, and the other half was worn on the other leg.
And she just closed her eyes and breathed rapidly.
Yang Jun picked her up and put her on the bed and lay on his back.
Zhuoya didn't say a word, her snow-white and smooth legs were spread apart, and her legs, which were still wearing her pants, hung on the ground. She looked cute and lovely.
Yang Jun reached out and took off her bra. A pair of white and tender breasts jumped out like two big white rabbits. They were very round and very big...
Yang Jun covered her body with his hands, feeling her with his palms. A trace of warmth stayed in his palms, and Zhuo Ya's body was a little wet.
Yang Jun stroked it with his hands, and gradually the feeling of moisture became more and more...
Suddenly, the sound of opening and closing the door came downstairs.
Wow, my mom is back!Zhuoya suddenly woke up from the passion, pushed Yang Jun away, hurriedly got up from the bed, hurriedly put on her bra and dress, and said to Yang Jun: It's all your fault. What if my mother found that we were in the room?
Yang Jun comforted: It doesn’t matter, last time you got drunk, they already found me in your room...
Humph, I was killed by you... Zhuo Ya sighed, opened the TV series for Yang Jun with the remote control board, came to the dressing table, tidied up her appearance in the dressing mirror, walked to the bedroom door, and opened the door.
As soon as Mrs. Zhuo saw her daughter at home, she ran upstairs and asked anxiously: Xiaoya, when did you come back?How is the company going?
After Mrs. Zhuo entered Zhuoya's bedroom, she suddenly saw Yang Jun pretending to be fine, sitting on the sofa in Zhuoya's room drinking coffee and watching TV.
Mrs. Zhuo seemed a little embarrassed. In a dilemma, Yang Jun hurriedly stood up from the sofa, smiled at her, and replied to Zhuoya:
Aunt, don’t worry, Mr. Zhuo has already handled the company’s affairs almost completely...
Oh, it turns out it is Xiao Yang Ah. Thanks to your help, our Xiao Ya is safe. Mrs. Zhuo smiled awkwardly at Yang Jun, "You haven't eaten yet, I'll cook for you..."
Not allowing Yang Jun to speak, the old lady had turned around and left Zhuo Ya's bedroom. Yang Jun and Zhuo Ya looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other.
It's up to you!
Zhuo Ya let out a coquettish voice and spitted her mouth at Yang Jun...
![[Historical fiction] Boudoir fun - mature woman, plot, wife](/templates/nvshen/themes/img/thumb_1.png)