First to explain the background, more than a decade ago, the owner just graduated from college, in the southwest of a provincial capital city to find a job, work more than 1,200 a month, that time is still relatively high, our company workers are basically about 500. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I’m going to go to an Internet cafe after work and play some games, and it was a popular game at the time.
One time I met a girl in an Internet cafe, paralyzed, the kind that makes men amazed, really pure, the kind of natural innocence, especially the smile was especially sweet, and I was immediately charmed. I thought about how to approach her, so I went to an Internet cafe after work every day, and actually waited for her to play games online to see if there was any chance. The day I finally found a machine close to her, using my fire eyes, eyes 1.5 at the time, glanced at her QQ number, and then with apprehension sent out the application to add a friend, and soon she passed. The owner began to use all his knowledge to hook up with her (the process is not to say), a few days down the road, basically gained her trust.
Two weeks later, I asked her: little girl, do you know if there are any houses for rent nearby? I’m going to live somewhere else.
She said, “Don’t you have a place to stay? Why change?
I leisurely said: there is a couple living in the next room, and they make so much noise every night that I can’t sleep.
She sent me a look that made fun of me and said, “I can help you find one, but you have to buy me a drink of Wang Lao Ji (there was no Cadogan at that time, but I found out later that this girl was particularly fond of Wang Lao Ji).
I said, “Don’t say Wang Lao Ji, it’s fine if you add beer, baked potato and grilled fish to Wang Lao Ji,” I joked.
It happened that the place she was renting had an empty room for rent, a three-story building with three floors for the landlord, one floor for the front door, and two floors for people working nearby. She lived near the corridor window and shared a room with a girl who often surfed the Internet together. I’m not sure how much I’d have to pay for this, but I’m not sure how much I’d have to pay for it. The only thing she regretted was that her tits weren’t very big, and she herself later said they were little buns. As a single parent, she followed her mother and worked in a small factory after graduating from vocational high school. She had a boyfriend, who she shared a room with a worker nearby. After work, she often cooked a meal for him and delivered it to him or he came and ate it and then left, often working late at night.
One weekend, our company gave out a 10kg bag of rice and a 10L barrel of oil for the festival (I must say the welfare was pretty good at that time); I didn’t cook, so I gave it to her, and CC was especially happy, so she let me cook with her in her room. Her mother is also very beautiful, and she had her at the age of 19, so she inherited her mother’s good genes. She said that she would never marry her boyfriend again, and that they were only together to repay him for helping her when she was in a difficult situation, and that she did not love him. I hate women who smoke, but beautiful women who smoke are really charming, a kind of pure charm with the vicissitudes of life.
I’m staring at the way she smokes, and CC smiled wryly and said: “I started smoking when I was in school, and my boyfriend doesn’t like me to smoke, so I only smoke secretly.
I said sadly: I also smoked when I was in high school, because the girl I liked didn’t like my smoking either, so I quit.
I’m not sure if you’d mind if a frustrated person borrowed a light from you, but I took a cigarette from her cigarette case and put it in my mouth, leaning my head forward to show her.CC’s eyes were full of bad smiles, her mouth was full of smoke, and her cigarette was in her mouth, and the butt of the cigarette went to touch my cigarette, and the distance between us was only two cigarettes, eyes gazing into eyes, and because we were both sitting on chairs, leaning forward without a fulcrum, we could never light it. I stood up and put one hand on her jeans-clad leg, bowing my body, with her face half tilted up, from which I could clearly see her looming tits. She had never been out of her city, not even on the train, and I, as a student from another province, had been to many places, so I made her laugh with my jealousy, and soon there was only one cigarette left in the pack.
I said, “That’s not fair. What if your sip is bigger and my sip is smaller?
CC says: How do you think that’s fair?
I said, “How about we smoke the same cigarette? A bad idea occurred to me.
CC says: How do you smoke the same cigarette?
I said, “It’s just that I’ll take a drag, and then I’ll spit it out, and you’ll breathe it into your mouth and out your nostrils. Then you take another drag and spit it out, and I take another drag into my mouth and out my nostrils.
CC said, “How can you be so bad, how can you even think of smoking like that?
I said to her, “Are you going to play with it or not? She said she wanted to play, but she was first, so she took a puff and then spit it out, but her mouth was so far away that the smoke dissipated and I couldn’t inhale it at all. She deliberately blocked my mouth with her hand in order to prevent me from kissing her, with her fingers between my mouth and hers. When it was her turn, I said, “I’ll close my eyes and open my mouth, and if you tell me to shut up, I’ll shut up, just let me smoke. I could faintly feel her lips touching mine, and I could feel the smoke entering my mouth. When I was about to blow the column of smoke out of my nose, she suddenly put her hands on my face and leaned back, my body leaned forward, her face under my face, and she said spray it out, no kisses. The column of smoke sprayed in her face and she had a look of ecstasy. Her lips were very thin and a little cold. The way we kissed, she later said it was a smoking kiss, she sucked my tongue into her mouth bit by bit, she tasted it for a while, I sucked her tongue into my mouth again, I tasted it.
My hand started to stroke her ass and back, my hand went back and forth to her crotch, she was wearing jeans, I didn’t feel too strongly, she seemed excited and started moaning. I reached out to undo her pants, she stopped kissing and told me no, everything else was fine, absolutely no fucking, or she would never do this with me again, she said very firmly (I don’t know what she was thinking). I said I could do without fucking, but you’d have to listen to me. She said okay, I’ll be good. She was a real leprechaun.
When I kissed her, my cock was already hard, so I said to CC, “You kissed me on top of it, so kiss me on the bottom,” and motioned for her to kiss my cock. I don’t. I said, “Haven’t you ever licked your boyfriend down there? I said, “Have you never licked your boyfriend’s pussy?” CC said shyly, “No, he fucked me whenever he wanted to, and I didn’t feel much of anything. (Working the night shift hurts, comrades.)
I cupped her chin and said to her, “I’ll teach you how to do it, and serve your boyfriend well. I had very little sexual experience at that time, but I was familiar with pornography, so I could have sex even if I didn’t know how to. I’m not sure how much of a passionate girl she is if she hadn’t just been kissed. She closed her eyes tightly and closed her mouth tightly, and I felt sorry for her the way she looked. She didn’t resist violently, as if she was enjoying it a little, but just grabbed both my thighs with both hands, and the flesh was hurting. She didn’t open her mouth, so I had to block her nostrils with the head of the glans. She couldn’t breathe well, and her voice was panting, probably because she was used to the taste of my cock, she opened her mouth slightly, stuck out her tongue and licked my glans. Laughing back over the gas. I opened my mouth and inserted my semi-soft cock into her mouth, just like that, my cock slowly hardened in CC’s mouth. She was moaning. I could feel my cock against her palate, and the head of the glans was becoming sensitive, so I felt the urge to shoot. I’ve never seen that guy before. The room at the other end of the hallway was also rented out, but I never saw the person who used it as storage. The door was closed while we ate, and there was no lock. When I was about to ejaculate, she pushed me away from her, and the semen sprayed on her face and blouse.
CC said coquettishly, “Why did you cum so much? Go and close the door.
I was just putting on my pants to close the door when JC came in. He looked at us with a bad smile on his face.
CC was still wiping my cum with a paper towel, but when he saw JC come in, he asked calmly, “Didn’t you go home, why did you come back?
JC said: I went to the station without a ticket, so I did some shopping and came back, only to find a couple of adulterers in our room. ….. The slut… Look at me and look at CC.
I’m going to say it to you straight away: you opened the door just now, JC, and you saw it?
JC said, “I’m not blind. I heard you guys making such a big noise downstairs.
CC said to me with her blushing face: “Brother, it seems you need to pay some hush money, otherwise JC won’t let you go”.
As a result, I was dragged downstairs by JC to buy a bunch of barbecue and brought a case of beer to their room to eat and drink, after the matter was made clear, but more harmonious, especially after drinking alcohol, there is no dare to say anything. After drinking all the wine, I went to bed and had a quiet night.
The next day at noon, I remembered that I hadn’t done laundry for a long time, so I took a basin to the corridor to wash clothes in the sink, just as CC was also washing clothes, just happened to finish washing, carrying the basin back to walk, we looked at each other, just a little, then stopped walking, kissed, and each also carried their own basin, just mouth touching together, sometimes kissing is more exciting than sex, so no one else kissed, until I heard the landlord come down from upstairs, footsteps little by little near the stairs, we withdrew our lips at the same time, passing by, I went to wash clothes, she went back to the room, as if nothing had happened.
