C8 (2/2)

Zhao Xueman was very familiar with her movements. Her small hands moved back and forth slowly and gently, following the tempting curve of Miao Cui Hua's back and rubbing it. She didn't even move her buttocks down.

Elegant yet not out of place. His fingertips had just touched the essence of Miao Cui Hua.

”Humph …” Why can't we compete? ”Every time I leave your place, I feel so relaxed. What can those useless men give me?”

Zhang Xueman looked behind the door again. Her hands had not stopped moving.

”Sis, you don't know your limits when you speak. It's not good to let others listen to you.”

”What are you afraid of?”

Miao Cui Hua turned around.

”There's only the two of us here, could it be that you're hiding a man in your room?”

”Fuck you, if you dare to tease me again, I won't massage you anymore.”

”Hee hee …” ”If I had to say, this woman must take advantage of her youth and beauty to enjoy herself more. Why do you have to go through so much trouble for yourself?”

As she said this, Miao Cui Hua supported herself and turned around. The pair of snow-white breasts trembled, and she even touched them with some satisfaction.

”Sister, please press there for me today. The last time, you pressed there for me, and it went light for a few days.”

He then bent his legs and opened the door.

Zhang Yun, who was hiding behind the door, was dumbfounded. The room was full of light, and he could already see the Village Head's wife clearly.

Adding on this woman's speech, Zhang Yun became even more agitated. Soon, the tent inside his pants was erected high up in the air.

As it was too close to the door, it went up and there was a loud bang.

”Who's there?” Miao Cui Hua yelled.

Zhang Yun was frightened and quickly pressed his body against the wall, not daring to breathe. If Miao Cui Hua found out, wouldn't that be the proof of his aunt's unclear relationship with him?