Trafford’s Trading Club

Miss Tyrant, who was carrying a painting tube, strolled around San'er's house, put down some things, and then left quietly. .Updated fastest with a smile, like a naughty kid who just successfully stole a watermelon from someone else’s field.

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San'er turned on a wall lamp in the living room on the first floor of Tofu Shop, held a kitchen knife in her hands, and watched the second hand of the clock on the wall move. Her eyes flickered, and she was already sleepy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door... After being startled, San'er relaxed a little when he realized that it was Mark who was back.

"Drink a glass of water first." San'er poured Mark a glass of warm water and took a sip himself.

This had been tense for most of the night, and she herself had not touched it at all.

"There shouldn't be anyone nearby. You can take a good rest for the rest of the time."

San'er sat down worriedly, still looking worried, "I... what should I do? If not, go to the police station right away tomorrow!"

It seems that it is instinctive. Cook has always avoided dealing with this kind of agency. He said calmly: "You don't know who is dealing with you. Calling the police for this kind of thing may not be useful."

"Then...what should we do?"

"You go and rest first. I will keep watch in the second half of the night. If someone comes again, I will catch him this time. When it is daytime tomorrow, the enemy will not dare to be so brazen, so at least there is still a day time to be in the town. Ask around," Cook thought.

San'er nodded. She was helpless and subconsciously listened to the words of this powerful man. He was really very powerful. The hand he used to use the pole when he just dealt with the four people no longer looked like an ordinary person.

San'er quietly came to Xiao Zhi's room and sat on the bed to lean on her. She planned to sleep here that night.

Cook was used to sitting quietly. At this time, he just moved his room to the small courtyard behind the tofu shop. Although it was in the open air and it was still night, the coldness seemed to have no effect on him.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, still holding the pole in his hand.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a statue.

I don’t know how long it took, but Cook’s eyelids trembled slightly, he opened his eyes gently and frowned.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

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The night is late, very deep.

But the cold water slid along the skin, all the way from the cheeks to the collarbone, stopped for a while, and then continued to leave the towering chest, and then the lower abdomen... The cold water continued all the way, making San'er couldn't help but let out a slight cry. A low groan.

She was as hot as fire and kept tossing and turning. She was so uncomfortable that even in this weather, she was dripping with sticky sweat unconsciously... This was the restlessness of her body.

San'er is very aware of this restlessness.

Most of the time, she would choose to take a cold shower to cool herself down. Only in rare cases would she choose to solve the problem herself. But that night, she could only use the usual method.

She secretly hated herself for choosing this moment... Then in the middle of the night, Mark's majestic figure when he fought off the bad guys could not be shaken from her mind.

She raised her head and let the water from her unkempt head shoot onto her body. She only felt that after cooling down slightly, she became more comfortable.

San'er simply pressed his body against the bathroom porcelain tiles, then took off his hood, and subconsciously let the powerful water flow onto his chest.

The skin that was strongly stimulated suddenly stood up with small cold particles. San'er felt that his breathing suddenly became rapid. When Beilei endured the slender but powerful jet of water, he felt It started to react and gradually became stronger.

She was still breathing heavily, and in a hazy moment, her fingers had touched her chest... Men can never know their own bodies better than women...

The water flowed from the gap between her palms and chest, like water flowing through a ravine, carrying the remaining warmth from her body and flowing down slowly. Leaving it between her legs and literally landing on the floor tiles.

She had completely sat on the ground, closed her eyes, and felt the strong stimulation brought by her fingers teasing her breasts. Her bright lips were sometimes closed, sometimes slightly opened, and sometimes lightly bitten.

The legs lying flat on the white tiles suddenly became uneasy. The thighs that overlap each other are like two intertwined spiritual snakes, slowly rubbing against each other.

Perhaps, the simple spraying of breasts and caressing could no longer calm the longing in her heart. San'er's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she put down the bun in her hands. At the same time, her face turned red, and she opened her legs. .

The point where the powerful water flow from her hair was pressed tightly against the most intimate part of her body... She felt that this place was Canaan.

She couldn't remember how she remembered Canaan. Half asleep and half awake, she only occasionally remembered a story told by a priest who came to the town a long time ago.

There is abundant milk and honey, there is the promised land, there is life...

"Ah...um..."

The increasingly intense stimulation gradually made this promised land become more fertile... This land that brought life is now full of milk and honey.

She was like a wanderer who had traveled a long way across thousands of rivers and mountains, and when she met her own promised land and saw the extremely delicious honey, she reached out to grab it with excitement and palpitations... to grab it. , her sweetness.

She even imagined that there was another broad palm on her palm at this moment, and the fingers were entangled with each other and rubbed slightly.

Like a dream, she is opening the forbidden area of ​​​​her body, searching for a trace of happiness.

La la la long!

Bang!

The subsequent banging sound was very soft, but it was enough to alarm San'er, who was sinking in this quiet environment... This was the sound made by the impact when the open door came closer... Even though it was very soft, she could still Clearly distinguish.

San'er subconsciously looked outside the bathroom door and saw a pair of feet stamping in the gap under the door panel... At this moment, San'er suppressed his breathing forcefully, but his heart was beating wildly.

But these feet, after pausing for a while, turned around and planned to leave.

"Don't go!"

San'er made a cry-like sound, threw away the turban in his hand, and grabbed the lock handle of the bathroom door, "Don't leave."

She knew that the person outside was Mark... She didn't know how long she had been hiding in this bathroom, but the only thing she was sure of was that she could no longer control it at the moment.

Both the spirit and the body are desperately longing for something.

Hearing San'er's voice, Cook took a deep breath... After sitting quietly for half the night, he couldn't calm down the heat in his body, so he wanted to wash his face with cold water and wake up.

"Don't leave."

The sound of the door opening was accompanied by a crashing force. It was not loud, as if it was pounced... on his back. This was how Cook felt at this time.

San'er's wet body was completely pressed against Cook's back, and the thin clothes could not prevent the water from penetrating.

"Don't go..."

He heard her lustful voice, and at the same time felt San'er's fingers moving around his body... She seemed to be searching for something with all her fingers... And this kind of searching was more like a new kind of search for him. A clear signal.

A signal that easily destroyed his usual calmness. The wildness hidden in his body was ignited for a moment. Cook finally gasped in discomfort and grabbed San'er's hand.

Turning around, looking at the wet, charming and prepared ketone body through the bathroom light, Cook exhaled a hot breath, held San'er's face tightly with both hands, lowered his head and looked towards Those plump lips invaded.

Like the ensemble of strong wind and shower, two different breathing sounds gradually tending to the same beat, in the small corridor, became more and more intense, like an enhanced beat.

The kiss between him and her was so intense that Cook bent over, covered San'er's chest with his palms, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her collarbone and neck.

San'er subconsciously began to tear at his clothes, excitedly but awkwardly untying the belt around his waist, and reached out to grab the key that could further open the promised land in her body.

suddenly.

Cook turned San'er around roughly, pressed her body hard against the wall, grabbed her left hand with one hand, and thrust it into her body with force from her waist.

When the door to the restricted area opened, he and she returned to their original state... He and she have always maintained this posture.

This is a position that San'er has never tried before, and she has never thought of having sex with a man in such a place, even if it is her home.

An experience that she had never had before, but that fit her body so well, made her tighten all her nerves and amplify all her feelings.

It's really, just a moment of joy.

Time and time again, she has fallen into this powerful collision. Until the end, she felt his hot body lying on her from behind, and the fierce spray of heat stretching out of her body, and she finally screamed out.

This was the saddest sound she had ever made among all the climaxes she had ever experienced in her life.

When everything was over, the small corridor outside the bathroom became quiet again, and he and she said nothing.

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