C8

"Is Sister Xueman home?"

Zhang Yun hurriedly pulled up his pants in an attempt to find a place to hide. However, he was pushed to the back of the door by Zhang Xueman.

The door to the courtyard was pushed open. The person who walked in was the Village Head's wife, Miao Cui Hua.

"Girl, why is your face so red? What is a person doing at home? "

Miao Cui Hua looked Zhang Xueman up and down with a smile in her eyes.

"Nothing, I was just about to take a nap."

"Oh, if you're fine, then help me relax my body."

After saying so, he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the brick bed without caring if the other person agreed or not.

Zhang Xueman glanced at the position behind the door and took out a few bottles and jars from the table.

"Why is he not feeling well again?"

"Don't mention it, these two days I've been feeling sore at my waist. You know about women."

As she spoke, Miao Cui Hua took off her clothes quickly.

While he was lying on the brick bed, his chest was squeezed into the shape of a meat patty.

"Sis, why are you not even wearing your underwear? The skirt is so short, aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of by the men in the village? "

Zhang Xueman opened one of the small bottles. She poured out some fragrant liquid and spread it on Miao Cui Hua's back.

"They don't need to wear clothes, and doing things is convenient as well. The bunch of stinking men in the village only have anger in their eyes."

Miao Cui Hua didn't seem to care at all. She followed Zhang Xueman's motion, moving from her back to her buttocks and even softly snorting twice.

"It's so comfortable. You are much better than those men, if you ask me."

"Sis, look at what you're saying. How can I compare to a man?"

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?