Suddenly a dazzling headlight was turned on, the light was shining directly, and Hong Kun did not dare to look directly.

"Mr. Hong Kun, I'm glad to see you again."

Today, Moss has transformed into the appearance of an ordinary American, but he suddenly has no tail, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable even when sitting in a chair.

"Are you aliens?"

Hong Kun squinted his eyes and gradually adapted to the bright light.

"I don't like this title very much. You can call me Moss."

Moss smiled.

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"Hiss!" The proprietress Zhao Jie gasped when she saw this giant thing.

Even though she was a woman in her thirties, she was shocked when she saw the size.

"Sister Zhao, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Fang Shaoyang's face turned red to the root of his neck. He quickly snatched the towel back from Zhao Jie's hand and tightly covered his own affairs.

The giant object disappeared from sight, and Zhao Jie finally came to her senses. Her heart was pounding. For a woman of her age, the size of a man's penis is very important.

She was stunned and said quickly: "What are you saying I'm sorry for! Tell me quickly, what kind of disease do you have? If it doesn't work, I'll take you to the hospital!"

"It's useless to go to the hospital." Fang Shaoyang's face became more and more ugly. The sweat was all over his face like taking a bath. He said bitterly: "I had this disease when I was a child. The hospital can't cure it.

, only aunt can treat me with her own methods."

"Then...then what method did your aunt use? Please tell me quickly." Zhao Jie asked nervously and concernedly.

Fang Shaoyang felt more and more uncomfortable and could only say: "Auntie... said that I am too angry and I need to purge the fire to suppress it."

"Reducing fire?" Zhao Jie is someone who has been here before. When he heard this and looked at the movement below Fang Shaoyang, he knew something in his heart.

With a suspicion in her mind, Zhao Jie felt a sense of expectation inexplicably, and then asked: "Shaoyang, how old is your aunt? Is she pretty?"

"Auntie is nine years older than me. She is so beautiful! All the young and old men in the village say so." Speaking of his aunt, Fang Shaoyang recalled her charming appearance in his mind.

"Better...than Sister Zhao?" Zhao Jie regretted asking this question. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to compare with Fang Shaoyang's aunt.

My aunt must be beautiful, needless to say. Fang Shaoyang felt that his level of appreciation was still very high, but obviously he couldn't say this to Zhao Jie.

So Fang Shaoyang had no choice but to hold back the heat and said: "Auntie is very good to me and is my dearest friend. Sister Zhao, you are also very good. You even stewed the elbow for me."

This little brat is really good at talking, but it looks like that aunt must be very beautiful.

Zhao Jie thought to herself, then slowly squatted down, with a charming smile, and gently patted Fang Shaoyang's lower body: "How is your aunt so good to you? Tell me, maybe she can treat you well."

Even better!”

After being slapped twice, Fang Shaoyang shivered all over. The giant dragon below barely stopped roaring. If Zhao Jie wasn't there, he would have been a little better, but now he was teased by this 30-year-old wolf-like woman.

I touched it again, and my head felt dizzy.

"Aunt... Aunt will make delicious food for me, help me take a bath... and... she will also treat my illness..." Fang Shaoyang now only begs Zhao Jie to leave quickly, otherwise he will lose control after a while and anything will happen.

happened.

"Sister Zhao, please go down and do your work first. I'm fine. I might be fine in a while."

"Don't worry, I'm only doing one business tonight. The place downstairs has been closed a long time ago. No one can come in." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Jie's mouth. What she said was very clear. As long as it is a man,

You should all understand.

"But..." Fang Shaoyang felt really uncomfortable, and his eyes couldn't help but want to look at Zhao Jie's chest, who was squatting in front of him.

"Don't worry, there aren't many people I can talk to in Zhonghai City. Today we are meeting, and I can't just die without saving you."

Zhao Jie straightened her round breasts and pressed them directly on Fang Shaoyang's legs, "How about I treat your illness?"

"Okay... No, no... Sister, this won't work." Fang Shaoyang only felt that Zhao Jie's breasts were like two water balloons, pressing softly on his legs, which was very comfortable.

"Why not? Sister didn't say anything. Come on, take the bath towel away and let sister take a look first." Zhao Jie's fingertips touched Fang Shaoyang's lower body again, and the raised towel trembled.

.

"Sister Zhao, don't...don't touch..." Fang Shaoyang quickly retreated back, but he hit the wall before he could retreat far, and he could no longer retreat.

"Hey, you're already a big boy, and you're still shy?" Zhao Jie covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Hurry and show me, or the little guy below you will explode."

"It's really not possible, Sister Zhao...I'm fine." Fang Shaoyang has begun to mobilize the profound energy in his body, and is constantly comforting the people below him. He is really afraid of problems now. After all, except for his aunt, he has been there since he was a child.

, he hasn’t been with any other woman yet.

"Do you dislike my sister for being dirty?" Zhao Jie pretended to be slightly angry.

"No, no." Fang Shaoyang denied.

"That's it. My man has been dead for many years and I have never found a suitable one. Although she is not a chaste and fierce woman, she can still be regarded as a pure woman. I don't know how many stinky men want to taste my body. I don't even have a finger.

They haven’t even been touched.”

Fang Shaoyang buried his head and stopped talking. He also began to hesitate about this matter in his heart. The fire below was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was about to burn.

Seeing this, Zhao Jie stood up and took a few steps back.

"Shaoyang, sister, like you, grew up in a small village. When she was eighteen years old, her family arranged to marry my short-lived ghost. She originally had a daughter, but when she was three years old, she died in the river.

I drowned, and then... I came to the city with my man to work..."

Zhao Jie spoke quietly, her tone neither serious nor serious, as if she was telling someone else's story.

Fang Shaoyang buried his head and gradually became fascinated while listening. He didn't expect that Zhao Jie also had a daughter who died in infancy, and now a man died, so he would be considered a miserable person in this life.

But then Fang Shaoyang realized something was wrong. Why did he hear sparse sounds?

puff!

Suddenly, a small shirt fell on the ground. Fang Shaoyang stared and recognized it immediately. Isn't this the low-collared shirt that Zhao Jie was wearing before?

"My life is not good, and I don't want to be rich. I just want to live in peace and live in peace for the rest of my life... I might as well tell you that when I returned to my hometown this time, my family found a man for my sister. I heard that

He is a small owner of an auto repair shop. He is forty-six this year. His wife died the year before last..."

Zhao Jie stood in front of Fang Shaoyang, with tears in her eyes as she spoke, but the small room was full of spring scenery.

She had taken off her top, and her two huge breasts, like tender white papayas, were tightly squeezed by her bra, as if they were about to burst.

I saw Zhao Jie put her hands behind her back and gently opened the bra, and then the pair of white breasts jumped out and swayed in the air.

"Sister, I know that if I go back this time, I may never come to Zhonghai City again. I have to guard my man." Zhao Jie touched her breasts with her small hands. Although she was nearly thirty years old, her breasts were still big and erect.

, it didn’t look like it was falling at all.

"You...do you like that man?" Fang Shaoyang didn't dare to raise his head and just asked hesitatingly.

There is already a feminine scent floating in the air, or rather the smell of meat, a very mellow kind.

"Like it?" Zhao Jie smiled lightly: "What kind of like, what kind of love, it is too luxurious for a village woman like me. The first man I married was also the first man I met on the day of the wedding. As for

I don’t want the man I want to marry when I go home this time. As long as he treats me well, I will marry him.”

Listening to these words, even though Fang Shaoyang didn't have much emotional experience, he could understand some of the pain involved.

Zhao Jie is already in her thirties, and most of a woman's youth has passed. For her, the most important thing in the future is stability and peace. As for passion? Love? is no longer something she can pursue.

And tonight, Zhao Jie thought very clearly that this should be her last indulgence. From now on, she would return to her hometown and live peacefully with the forty-six-year-old man without thinking about anything else.

Zhao Jie didn't stop, her fingertips slid across her flat belly, slowly unbuttoned her jeans, and then took them off all the way to her ankles.

From Fang Shaoyang's current perspective, he could just see Zhao Jie's calves and feet. When his jeans slipped off, his heart beat violently.

Fang Shaoyang swallowed his saliva and deliberately wanted to stop Zhao Jie's move, but he didn't have the strength to move his limbs.

Thoughts control actions. Now that his thinking is paralyzed, how can he act?

After a while, Zhao Jie had taken off her jeans and shoes, leaving only a pair of black lace panties.

Fang Shaoyang lowered his head and stared at the pair of white little feet stepping on the cold ground. The lady boss's toenails were also painted with red nail polish, which looked very nice.

"Shaoyang, can't you take a look at sister?" It was already the end of autumn and early winter. Fang Shaoyang didn't have time to turn on the air conditioner before entering the room. The temperature in the room was very low. Zhao Jie folded her arms around her chest and shivered.

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"I...I...dare not..." Fang Shaoyang was scared. He was really scared. To be honest, he really wanted to pounce on Zhao Jie and fuck Zhao Jie, but... wouldn't he be too beastly like this?

Zhao Jie stared at Fang Shaoyang: "Shaoyang, my sister is not here to cure your illness. Maybe she will leave tomorrow. Can't you satisfy her for the last time?"

"But..." Before Fang Shaoyang had time to speak, only a few tears fell to the ground and splashed on Zhao Jie's insteps.

Then Zhao Jie's deep sobs came from above.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Fang Shaoyang quickly raised his head.

As soon as he raised his head, Fang Shaoyang was stunned. Zhao Jie's body looked like a 3D blockbuster shot by an American, full of visual impact.

Those twin peaks, in Zhao Jie's arms, look like they are holding two oversized steamed buns. Moreover, Zhao Jie's skin is very white, and there is a little flesh on her waist, but not much. It looks quite

Plump and typical of young women, coupled with slender legs, tight and elastic, trembling in the cold room, this pair of young boys is full of fatal attraction...

But these were quickly ignored by Fang Shaoyang. He stared closely at Zhao Jie's eyes, which were filled with tears.

This... eyes have a little pity and a little sadness, but more of a desire, a desire to be protected and embraced, a desire for a touch of warmth in the cold.

Zhao Jie's sobs became louder and louder, her whole body was trembling slightly, and tears suddenly poured out of her eyes, falling one by one like rain.

"Sister, don't cry!" Fang Shaoyang stood up in a hurry. He was most afraid of women crying.

Zhao Jie was so cold that she had goosebumps all over her body. She bit her red lips and said, "Let me cry, sister. I don't know if I will have the chance to cry wildly in the future. I will cry enough this time..."

"Sister, I'm going to turn on the air conditioner!" Fang Shaoyang quickly turned around to get the remote control panel on the table.

"Don't turn it on!" Zhao Jie let go and grabbed Fang Shaoyang: "What I want is not the air conditioner... My body is not cold, but my heart is cold..."

"Feeling cold?" Fang Shaoyang stopped in a daze and looked back at Zhao Jie in confusion.

"My sister is already naked like this. This last time, you are not willing to satisfy my sister. How can you not feel sad?" Zhao Jie cried and said.
Chapter completed!