Seeing that Wen Yijuan really wanted to sleep, Chuntao stood up and took the dishes and chopsticks piled on the small table to the kitchen behind, washed them clean, and locked them with a basin to avoid dust.
Then he went back to the inner room and moved all the chairs, stools and other items to the side of the aisle to the narrow room. The dining table was placed on the aisle, so there was no room for passing.
After cleaning up all this, it was half an hour later. He walked to Wen Yijuan's bed and took a look. Wen Yijuan was still asleep as sweet as before, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
A slutty woman must have been fucked just now. She is sleeping soundly now, and Chuntao is a little proud.
Seeing her sleeping soundly as a pig, Chuntao had no choice but to leave quietly and go to the door of the store to see the rain all over the sky. Damn, this inhumane God is like a man urinating, and the rain can be connected in a series.
Chuntao stood at the door of his shop and watched the people on the street to see that this surging heavy rainstorm had caused disasters in Feishui Town.
There was half a meter of water on the street, and some shops facing the street also had water in them. Those who sold buns, snacks, coal stoves and so on were flooded by overflowing water. The heat from the water-soaked coal balls rose, and a column of smoke rose. Those who had refrigerators and cars at home were all moved out one by one, lifted the refrigerators and moved them to the second floor. Some goods were also struggling to move to the shelves of higher ground. What was even more tragic was that those who had broken Santana at home had gradually increased, so they had to drive the car to the high place in the rain. Unfortunately, the water on the street rose rapidly. Before they could drive up the high slope, they could no longer catch fire. There was no way, so there was only three or five people standing in the rain and pushing the car to the high slope.
Chuntao is not bad. His house is on a high terrain. Although the rain accumulated on the street is like a lake, it is waving on the steps in front of Chuntao Store, but it just doesn't overflow into the store.
Despite this, this did not greatly relieve him.
Because the weather is still dark, the dim and black cumulonimbus clouds are still pressing against the sky, and the wind swept through the poles, shaking the wires and buzzing.
There is a telephone pole at the entrance of Chuntao’s store, with private phone calls hanging everywhere, and it is messy.
There were also banners and small billboards hanging on the telephone pole.
Not to mention that the wind is so strong, he is really afraid that the telephone poles standing at the door of the store, or the crumbling billboards, would be blown down or scraped down by the wind.
If that happens, it will be a big bad. Who will be responsible for this strong wind and rain? You can only think that it is almost the same.
Because of this, he quickly retreated from the door of the store, pulled the door slightly down and closed it.
After entering the inner room, the already dim light became even darker.
He sat on the chair, silent for a while, and the slowly drunk feeling on his head made him unable to lift his head.
However, the small bed was entrenched by Wen Yijuan. Not to mention sleeping with another person, even half a person or hugging each other, he couldn't sleep like this big guy.
Chuntao looked at it, got up helplessly, moved a small chair, then sat on the chair, leaned on the small bed where Wen Yijuan was sleeping, and lay there next to her body.
After a while, I fell asleep.
It was raining heavily, the weather was cool, and coupled with the 500th round of the big fuck just now, he was indeed a little weak.
In a daze, Chuntao felt something pressing on her head, making herself breathless.
He opened his fishy and sleepy eyes and saw that it was Wen Yijuan who was turning over, putting one leg on his head, slapped her butt halfway, and directly covering his head.
This breathlessness made Chuntao wake up immediately.
Looking at Wen Yijuan who was still sleeping in front of her, this middle-aged woman with a rich charm was like a bouquet of flowers, her face was as calm as water and her breathing evenly as the wind. Her face was so delicate that she was so elastic that she had the pinkness of a thirty-year-old woman.
She was like a bouquet of flowers, pouring in front of Chuntao, making him unable to help but want to smell and touch.
He couldn't help but put his hand into Wen Yijuan's quilt, not particularly intentionally or unintentionally. Anyway, his hand gently caressed her warm and soft body through Zheng Tongtong's pregnancy suit.
Unexpectedly, when Chuntao touched this, Wen Yijuan's body really reacted. She muttered and knocked Chuntao's hand down with her hands: Bad, bad boy, go away, aunt, sleep for a while, Ah.
After saying that, she turned her eyes and she was sleeping sideways outside. After turning over, she slept inside.
Sleeping like this, her fat buttocks and gentle waist showed her to Chuntao's side.
Although he looked at the seductive buttocks in front of him, he did not stand up but took action.
Although he had seen her beautiful abalone, red lips, her neat thatch, and her breasts swelling and sagging, everything in front of him still made him feel like a fire in his heart, and the faint fragrance floated.
Chuntao licked her tongue and tried hard to suppress the urge to push her pants down. He thought about it and felt that she was sleeping and was immersed in the endless aftertaste of her passionate thrusting. It was also inappropriate to harass her and make her body feel bad. He was afraid that she would be angry and that she would scold him for being flirted with endless affection, so he had to lie on the edge of the bed behind her, thinking to sleep for a while. Strangely, the fragrance that faintly overflowed with her lower body mixed with the smell of yin water made him unable to sleep. The fragrance seemed to float from a distant place, like jasmine, like wild chrysanthemum, like peony, like lilies, like roses, leisurely, faint, fragrant, fragrant, and fragrant, like nothing, like nothing... The weak big cock under Chuntao was actually ready to move and stood up in this smell.
Then he went back to the inner room and moved all the chairs, stools and other items to the side of the aisle to the narrow room. The dining table was placed on the aisle, so there was no room for passing.
After cleaning up all this, it was half an hour later. He walked to Wen Yijuan's bed and took a look. Wen Yijuan was still asleep as sweet as before, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
A slutty woman must have been fucked just now. She is sleeping soundly now, and Chuntao is a little proud.
Seeing her sleeping soundly as a pig, Chuntao had no choice but to leave quietly and go to the door of the store to see the rain all over the sky. Damn, this inhumane God is like a man urinating, and the rain can be connected in a series.
Chuntao stood at the door of his shop and watched the people on the street to see that this surging heavy rainstorm had caused disasters in Feishui Town.
There was half a meter of water on the street, and some shops facing the street also had water in them. Those who sold buns, snacks, coal stoves and so on were flooded by overflowing water. The heat from the water-soaked coal balls rose, and a column of smoke rose. Those who had refrigerators and cars at home were all moved out one by one, lifted the refrigerators and moved them to the second floor. Some goods were also struggling to move to the shelves of higher ground. What was even more tragic was that those who had broken Santana at home had gradually increased, so they had to drive the car to the high place in the rain. Unfortunately, the water on the street rose rapidly. Before they could drive up the high slope, they could no longer catch fire. There was no way, so there was only three or five people standing in the rain and pushing the car to the high slope.
Chuntao is not bad. His house is on a high terrain. Although the rain accumulated on the street is like a lake, it is waving on the steps in front of Chuntao Store, but it just doesn't overflow into the store.
Despite this, this did not greatly relieve him.
Because the weather is still dark, the dim and black cumulonimbus clouds are still pressing against the sky, and the wind swept through the poles, shaking the wires and buzzing.
There is a telephone pole at the entrance of Chuntao’s store, with private phone calls hanging everywhere, and it is messy.
There were also banners and small billboards hanging on the telephone pole.
Not to mention that the wind is so strong, he is really afraid that the telephone poles standing at the door of the store, or the crumbling billboards, would be blown down or scraped down by the wind.
If that happens, it will be a big bad. Who will be responsible for this strong wind and rain? You can only think that it is almost the same.
Because of this, he quickly retreated from the door of the store, pulled the door slightly down and closed it.
After entering the inner room, the already dim light became even darker.
He sat on the chair, silent for a while, and the slowly drunk feeling on his head made him unable to lift his head.
However, the small bed was entrenched by Wen Yijuan. Not to mention sleeping with another person, even half a person or hugging each other, he couldn't sleep like this big guy.
Chuntao looked at it, got up helplessly, moved a small chair, then sat on the chair, leaned on the small bed where Wen Yijuan was sleeping, and lay there next to her body.
After a while, I fell asleep.
It was raining heavily, the weather was cool, and coupled with the 500th round of the big fuck just now, he was indeed a little weak.
In a daze, Chuntao felt something pressing on her head, making herself breathless.
He opened his fishy and sleepy eyes and saw that it was Wen Yijuan who was turning over, putting one leg on his head, slapped her butt halfway, and directly covering his head.
This breathlessness made Chuntao wake up immediately.
Looking at Wen Yijuan who was still sleeping in front of her, this middle-aged woman with a rich charm was like a bouquet of flowers, her face was as calm as water and her breathing evenly as the wind. Her face was so delicate that she was so elastic that she had the pinkness of a thirty-year-old woman.
She was like a bouquet of flowers, pouring in front of Chuntao, making him unable to help but want to smell and touch.
He couldn't help but put his hand into Wen Yijuan's quilt, not particularly intentionally or unintentionally. Anyway, his hand gently caressed her warm and soft body through Zheng Tongtong's pregnancy suit.
Unexpectedly, when Chuntao touched this, Wen Yijuan's body really reacted. She muttered and knocked Chuntao's hand down with her hands: Bad, bad boy, go away, aunt, sleep for a while, Ah.
After saying that, she turned her eyes and she was sleeping sideways outside. After turning over, she slept inside.
Sleeping like this, her fat buttocks and gentle waist showed her to Chuntao's side.
Although he looked at the seductive buttocks in front of him, he did not stand up but took action.
Although he had seen her beautiful abalone, red lips, her neat thatch, and her breasts swelling and sagging, everything in front of him still made him feel like a fire in his heart, and the faint fragrance floated.
Chuntao licked her tongue and tried hard to suppress the urge to push her pants down. He thought about it and felt that she was sleeping and was immersed in the endless aftertaste of her passionate thrusting. It was also inappropriate to harass her and make her body feel bad. He was afraid that she would be angry and that she would scold him for being flirted with endless affection, so he had to lie on the edge of the bed behind her, thinking to sleep for a while. Strangely, the fragrance that faintly overflowed with her lower body mixed with the smell of yin water made him unable to sleep. The fragrance seemed to float from a distant place, like jasmine, like wild chrysanthemum, like peony, like lilies, like roses, leisurely, faint, fragrant, fragrant, and fragrant, like nothing, like nothing... The weak big cock under Chuntao was actually ready to move and stood up in this smell.
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