The Years I Returned Village

Usually, Zhang Xueman would be lonely in her room without a man to nourish her. Thus, she could only rely on her diligent hands to obtain a happy feeling.    

    

In addition, Zhang Xueman had learned massage from her master back in the city. Thus, she was very familiar with the sensitive areas of the human body.    

    

At this moment, he was naturally accompanied by waves of collisions and thrusts of youth. He supported the two trembling peaks of the mountains and sent himself to the highest point of the waves.    

    

Ah ?" Xiao Yun Yun, my blood brother ? My... "Ah ?    

    

The woman started to speak incoherently. As she widened her eyes, her body's sensitivity also increased infinitely.    

    

If he casually touched any place, he would be able to turn on the tides and allow himself to experience this extreme joy and comfort wave after wave.    

    

Of course, Zhang Yun, who had just tasted it, knew that the woman before him, the wife of his uncle, was about to enter the peak of their relationship at this very moment.    

    

Due to his nervousness and excitement, Zhang Yun's breathing became erratic. He looked like an ox that was trying its best to plow the farmlands.    

    

Zhang Yun suddenly thought of something.    

    

There were no plowed fields, only dead cattle.    

    

"Little aunt, even if I have to die in your field, I am willing!"    

    

Zhang Yun had already lost count of how many short breaks he had before climbing onto his aunt's body. However, Zhang Xueman clearly remembered that seven times, she had caught up to the tide of happiness and floated to the highest point.    

    

The whole night was filled with the sound of friction and collision, as well as Zhang Xueman's deep and shallow moans.    

    

Zhang Yun loved this unique rhythm and tone. In the end, he even found out that the pleasure he got from running freely on his aunt's body was far from being able to compare to the pleasure he got from singing softly in his aunt's throat.    

    

Therefore, Zhang Yun would grit his teeth and ruthlessly charge forward every time he attacked.    

    

This was the only way to make his sister-in-law scream out loud. After doing this a few times, her body would start to violently tremble and spasm.    

    

"Alright, is it not enough after a whole night of tossing and turning?"    

    

The next morning at dawn, Zhang Yun who had just opened his eyes was frantically trying to climb up his aunt's body, as if he would never get tired of it.    

    

But women couldn't take it anymore.    

    

"Look at what you did to me. How red and swollen are you?"    

    

Zhang Yun followed his aunt's finger and looked between his legs. He could not help but feel a pang in his heart.    

    

"I'm sorry, aunt. I don't want to be so rude either, but in the end, you keep urging me to go deeper and more forcefully ?"    

    

"Stinky brat, why aren't you keeping your mouth shut? The sky is about to brighten up, so why aren't you taking this opportunity to get back home? If the people from the village find out, won't we break my back if we roll onto the same brick bed?"    

    

It was not as if Zhang Yun did not know his limits. Taking advantage of a woman's inattentiveness, he spread his legs, stuck out his tongue, and lightly licked the swollen area.    

    

Then, under the woman's soft laughter, she grabbed her clothes and ran outside.