Fengtian past events

The rickshaw driver knew the roads in the city like the back of his hand, and they walked through small alleys.But after all, it was manpower, and the journey was too slow. After passing the Mukden Library and arriving at Chiyoda Street, I got off the bus and took the tram.

Trams are always faster than rickshaws.

The Qingming Festival is not included in Manchukuo’s festivals. It’s Tuesday again, and the students are all in class. Kasuga Town also has fewer young girls in their prime, but this main road will never be deserted, and there are fashionably dressed The modern girl took off her heavy cotton-padded jacket early, and put on a knee-length blue yin danthrene cheongsam, with only a thin windbreaker on the outside. High heels, walking gracefully, finely painted red nails swaying back and forth with walking, is extremely beautiful.

The gracefulness of women is called soft beauty, and I also know how to appreciate the beauty of women, but only at the level of appreciation.

This is abnormal, but when the male and female consciousness was born, something went wrong. What can I do except to suppress it?

Until now, I don't want to suppress it anymore, but it is more difficult than suppressing it.

Moreover, throughout the ages, there have been very few men who have met with each other: in the past, King Pan and King slept together in a tree, not to mention Fengzhouyan's novel.It is as great as Plato, and the magnificent book "Symposium" has been handed down to later generations.

In fact, it is useless to say that these are nothing but self-deception, so what if there are more examples?Not worth a promise from the surname Liu.

As long as he is not confused by the outside world, I will stay by his side forever at any cost!

Liu Guoqing is not at home.

This time, instead of walking on eggshells like the last time, and doing the dirty things of stalking and peeping, he simply sat on the curb in front of his courtyard, showing no scruples in the crowd, and took out a cigarette to light superior.

After smoking two, he came back, holding a shopping basket in his hand, which contained a few Chinese cabbage and a few eggs, and a large bag of flour was carried on his shoulder.

I stood up, patted my butt, took the flour, and he avoided it.I was about to be anxious when he turned around and handed over the basket. After I took it, he took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and entered the house.

I really didn't expect that I would be allowed into the hall and into the room without any effort.

After setting things down, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and entered the kitchen.

I also followed and saw that he was kneading the noodles, so I leaned over and dipped my hands in it. It was buckwheat noodles.

Looking up at him, he tentatively said, "I haven't eaten yet."

He didn't even hum, he continued to knead the dough, grabbed the flour and sprinkled it on the chopping board.I also want to sprinkle it for him, and I was slapped on the paw by him.

Although it was very hard, the back of the hand was red, but I felt relieved, and happily went to the living room to read magazines.

It doesn't seem as serious as I thought.After all, it is a man, how can there be so many twists and turns in his mind.

The magazines and pictorials on the table have changed over time, but Liu Guoqing's tastes have not changed, they are still those.After a quick search, the magazines that can be bought in Northeast China, except for some Japanese official articles that praise the virtues and promote the harmony of the five ethnic groups, the rest are nothing more than novels about mandarin ducks and butterflies, or women's magazines about dressing up.

Liu Guoqing doesn't have an official magazine here, only some literary novels. I can't read some novels that have been serialized for many chapters. I picked up some short tofu pieces and read them to pass the time.Looking through it again, I saw a few good friends.Different period, sometimes separated by a month, sometimes connected.However, in these magazines, there is a lady who is often mentioned, that is, the sister of the president of Taiqi Foreign Company.The wife also highly respects this young lady, and vaguely remembers that her surname is Bai.

However, there is one magazine that has not been discontinued. It is a women's magazine controlled by the Japanese that is only published in Shanghai. The earliest issue can be traced back to the beginning of last year.

There is no one for this month, presumably it has not been mailed yet.

After reading a few more articles about tofu cubes, and carefully commenting on several beauties, when Liu Guoqing came out with two bowls of cooked noodles, he put them down, took the bowls and chopsticks and sat at the dining table.

The extremely simple mixed noodle soup, sprinkled with green onion, is steaming hot and fragrant.

Plain and light is the most satisfactory.

When he sat down, he saw an egg nestled in his bowl, and then looked at his own bowl, it was just noodles.

I quit: "Why don't you want to nest an egg for me?"

"You are very easy to get full after eating eggs, and then there are leftover rice bowls and hiccups. Do you know how much a bag of noodles costs now?"

His face flushed red: "If you don't let me down, how can there be so much nonsense!"

Although he said so in his mouth, he never mentioned it again.After I finished eating, I drank not a drop of the soup. I looked up and saw that Liu Guoqing had already finished eating. Seeing me put down my chopsticks, I put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

This time, instead of following, he sat on a chair and rubbed his belly.This meal is more delicious than the usual chicken, duck and fish.

After washing the dishes, Liu Guoqing came out, wiped his hands, poured two cups of leftover tea from last night, and rinsed his mouth.After cleaning up, he supported the table with one hand, looked me up and down, and asked, "Is there anything else to do in a while?"

His eyebrows are raised high, which shows that he is still brooding over the matter of his son Zou Shengzu.

I smiled and said, "I've come to look for you, so naturally it's gone."

"Oh," he nodded, "then you're not in a hurry to go home? It seems that you're thinking about something on the bed."

"What nonsense?" I stared blankly at him, "Why don't you usually think about you?"

"Success," he said, and then he started to unbutton his shirt in front of Lao Tzu, took off his shirt, threw it aside, raised his chin with his bare arms, and said to me, "I want to do it, take off my clothes."

He is thin, not as strong as me, but he looks good no matter what. The sunlight coming in from the window shines on him, making his eyes dazzle.

The nasal cavity is hot, especially the most primitive and private thing he asked me so frankly for the first time, but it needs two people to complete it together.

He took off his trousers in the hall until they were completely bare.He managed to maintain a calm expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a shyness that even he didn't notice.

The mouth was dry, two streams flowed from the lower abdomen, and one stream went straight to the brain, making me dizzy and breathing heavily.The other is rampaging in the lower abdomen, and the dormant organs in the hair are also ready to move, quietly raising their heads.

I looked at him, there was no blazing temperature in his eyes, but it could burn me to death.

I can't wait...

Raising his hand, he undid the button of the gown, and fished him with one hand.His body is as tough as a smooth shell to the touch.His palm penetrated into my underwear, his lips and teeth were entangled, exchanging body fluid, feeling the feeling of liquid slowly flowing out of my mouth.

The last layer of barriers was torn, and he pushed me down on the dining table with great strength. The scene in front of me changed, and my back was cold and wooden.

Liu Guoqing leaned down, nose to nose, breathing intertwined, hands and ten fingers inserted into my temples, sweat gradually oozing from the forehead.

She tried her best to raise her head to kiss him, but he got up at this moment.His legs were suddenly pulled to his waist.There was a deep red mark on the back of the table against the edge of the dining table.The uneasiness of vacating made his hands cling to the grooves of the table, and his calves tightened around his waist, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

The rigidity in the front has been fully raised, and the perineum is pressing against his, emitting heat.

He bumped forward first, and then gently rubbed up and down back and forth, itching so much that he wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch.

The corners of his eyes were wet from being tortured, panting quickly, he kicked him hard with his heel, and urged: "Hurry up! Don't be so fucking moaning!"

He gritted his teeth, dragged his legs to his shoulders, and his body overlapped, as if split in half from the middle.He held the upright part under himself, and raised his eyes to meet mine.

His eye circles were red, as if he was holding back tears, he lowered his head again.

The next moment, pain and satisfaction burst out from the lower part of the body, spreading to the whole body.

The hole below was gradually stretched open, which was painful but also very refreshing, like a fish coming out of the water and being thrown into the water suddenly when it was about to suffocate.The intestines are densely wrapped around his thick body, as if to burn through all the internal organs.

I raised my hand and climbed onto his back, my mind was in a daze, like heaving and falling in the sea, and I murmured: "Don't stop, Liu Guoqing, don't stop for the rest of your life..."

He breathed heavily in my ear, and moved vigorously under his body.Unable to bear it any longer, he groaned loudly.

At this moment, I am fucking nobody, and he is nobody, I only belong to him, Liu Guoqing, and he can only belong to me.

He picked me up and walked towards the wall. During the bumps, the connecting part of my lower body was pushed hard into the deepest part.A piece of soft meat was pushed open, as if there was a hard core inside. When he pushed it, a current rushed immediately, and it was numb as if it had been electrified.His legs immediately went limp, being carried by his arms, his back pressed against the wall, and his object was aimed at the point that made Lao Tzu's waist weak and his legs weak, stirring non-stop, like a ferocious beast.

He held my buttocks and roughly kneaded them, panting non-stop, and the fiery breath fell into my ears, undoubtedly the most aphrodisiac.

Does this count, the peony flower dies...

His pouch slapped my buttocks, and I twisted him hard, wishing I could swallow him whole into my body.There was a sound of water at the joint, and a large amount of liquid was flowing down from it, soaking his lower abdomen.

I swayed on his body with his impact, and the breaths of each other merged under the sunlight. He suddenly lowered his head, bit my nipple and pulled it.

"Ah──" There was high heat and moisture from the nipples, I screamed under my throat, and then hugged his messy and sweaty head tightly.

Damn it, I'm going to be fucked to death by him... Did you fucking say that a man's nipples are useless?It is clearly useful!

My eyes are blurred.He never left my body.The sun slipped away unknowingly, and the whole room was filled with the smell of man's lust.In the dark, we overlapped and fell on the bed.The man's object in the body became bigger and bigger, and he bumped into it more fiercely. My one was pinched between the waists of the two of them, and it finally swelled to the extreme.

He stretched out his hand to caress his comfort, but he pressed it under his palm──

"Let, let go──uh──"

Sweating profusely, he finally broke out, but he pulled it out at the last moment, and shot into the crevice of Lao Tzu's ass, which was wet and greasy.I shuddered, my lower abdomen tightened, and all of them hit the chests of the two of them.

Really good physical strength, I took a big breath, thinking to myself, I am not bad.

He collapsed on top of me, clasped my waist with both hands, breathed smoothly for a long time, and then turned over from me.

The thief down here is fucking uncomfortable, not to mention the pain, it's like swallowing a few kilograms of chili peppers, and the pile he shot is also sloppy.

But he really didn't have the strength to move. Anyway, it was his bed that was buried, and he did the laundry.

My throat was so dry that it was smoking, I swallowed my saliva to moisten my throat, and Fang said, "You are so fucking fierce today."

He replied, "You don't like it?"

I grinned shamelessly and giggled: "Who says you don't like it? I like it so much, I wish I could be like this for the rest of my life."

He turned his eyes away, got off naked on the floor, went to the living room to find a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took the water glass with half a cup of tea left, and sat back.

I poked him with an elbow: "Give me one."

He handed over half of the cigarette in his mouth and lit another one himself.

For a while, both of them were breathing, only the clock in the living room was ticking.