Young Abin (Fifty-six) Do One Good Deed a Day (Urban Life Adult Novel)

Mrs. Hu always felt a little depressed during the summer vacation because Abin went back home, especially since Mr. Hu often worked overtime recently. Every night after work, she was alone at home, taking care of the children in all kinds of boredom, and her mood was always very low. The summer vacation is finally over, and this weekend, Mr. Hu's company held an outing for employees and their families. Mrs. Hu and her two children also participated, and she felt more cheerful.

Early on Saturday morning, Mr. Hu's colleagues from the same department gathered at their home, making it very crowded and noisy, and they were clamoring to allocate personnel, vehicles and equipment. After everything was arranged, they went downstairs and got into the car, ready to set off.

Mr. and Mrs. Hu stayed behind to lock the door. Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice calling out, "Mr. Hu, are you going out?"

Before Mrs. Hu turned around to look, her heart was pounding, her lower abdomen felt sore and soft, and her pretty face turned red and hot. It turned out that Abin took advantage of the free time and came back early.

"Yes, let's go to Jinshan Barbecue." Mr. Hu said politely, "Would you like to go together?"

"No, thank you." Abin raised the two large bags in his hands: "I have a lot of things to sort out."

Mr. Hu waved goodbye and went downstairs with Mrs. Hu.

Abin stood at the top of the stairs and watched them go down the stairs. Then he waited for a while and heard the sound of footsteps. Mrs. Hu made some excuse to her husband and ran up again.

Abin looked at her with a smile. She ran up to the floor, hugged Abin and started kissing him like raindrops. Abin was fine, but she herself was so breathless and panting from the kiss.

"You bad guy, you finally came back..." She buried her face in Abin's arms, then raised her head and looked at him and said, "Don't run around, wait for me at night."

Ah Bin put down his bag, touched her all over, pinched her breasts and teased her, "Don't wait until tonight, do it now."

"Oh..." Mrs. Hu felt numb from his touch: "Well... No... Everyone is waiting for me downstairs... It's evening... Um..."

Abin also knew it, so he let her go and kissed her again. Mrs. Hu turned around reluctantly and went downstairs again. Abin also went up to the roof and went into the room.

Mrs. Hu went down to the gate and got into her husband's car. Everyone roared and set off in a mighty procession.

The route they chose was the coastal highway. Along the way, the weather was sunny, the birds were singing, the flowers were fragrant, the sky was blue and the clouds were colorful, and there was a constant stream of traffic. It was overcrowded and they were in a dilemma and could not move an inch. People fell one after another and the pain was unbearable. It was beyond words. After great difficulty, they arrived at the Jinshan Youth Activity Center before noon.

Everyone got off the bus and stretched their muscles. Then they divided into groups to receive vegetables, meat, sauces, pots, pans, charcoal stoves and nets. They walked into the windbreak in groups of three or five and started to light fires and build stoves.

The Hu family and the general manager's family were assigned to the same group. The general manager's wife had started to gain a little weight in middle age, but she was still pretty and full of femininity. She has a pair of twin sons, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who just finished the joint college entrance examination this year. The boys look very energetic.

There were two unmarried female employees in the same group, one was an accountant and the other was the general manager's secretary. The secretary also brought her boyfriend along, so the whole group was quite lively.

As soon as the general manager arrived, he was busy greeting the groups, so Mr. Hu was responsible for starting the fire. The twin brothers were helping out and adding charcoal and meat, the secretary and her boyfriend were playing with the two children of the Hu family, and the other ladies were squatting around the stove, chattering, but were unable to help much.

"Sorry to bother you, Manager Hu," said the general manager's wife.

"No, Mrs. Weng," said Mr. Hu.

"Mrs. Weng," Mrs. Hu asked, "You two handsome guys look exactly the same. How can you tell who is the older brother and who is the younger brother?"

When the two brothers heard people talking about them, the one wearing a baseball cap lowered his head and smeared sauce on the meat slices and skewers, while the one without a cap looked at Mrs. Hu with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Weng chuckled and said, "To be honest, I can't tell them apart sometimes. Anyway, the naughty one is the eldest, Bowen, and the shy one is the second, Zhongwen."

The accountant lady joked with the brothers in a funny way. Sure enough, the one who was applying the sauce pulled the baseball cap even lower and didn't even dare to raise her head. The other one started to argue with them.

Zhongwen lowered his head and secretly glanced at the people around him through the brim of his hat. The weather was really hot and everyone was dressed very simply, like the accountant lady who was chatting with Bowen. She was only wearing short jeans, revealing her long, snow-white thighs, her skin was full of elasticity, and she was full of youthful vitality.

He noticed that the secretary's boyfriend was secretly looking at the accountant's legs from time to time, and he couldn't help but sneer. The secretary's figure was much more beautiful than the accountant's. Although she was wearing cropped pants, they were tight against her skin, outlining the charming curve between her hips and legs. She was wearing a sleeveless round-necked shirt, and Zhongwen discovered that there were two soft and large things shaking inside. He swallowed blankly.

The secretary was joking with the Hu family's children and tickling them. The two little kids quickly hid behind their mother. Mrs. Hu was sitting on a low stool and was pulled by them unexpectedly. She lost her balance a little, but it was obvious that she had a very good temper. She let them hug her without any scolding.

Mrs. Hu was wearing a soft cotton casual skirt and was sitting very low, just opposite Zhongwen. Zhongwen's heart suddenly started beating wildly, because there was a clever perspective hidden in the hem of Mrs. Hu's skirt. Although her knees were closed, as long as she moved her feet and changed position, he could see a very deep secret place. The intersection of her legs was bulging, and although the light and shadow were blurry and not very clear, it was full of temptation. AAA

Zhongwen felt an exciting and embarrassing pressure in his chest. There was a strange hard thing in his pants. He became uneasy and his eyes were still staring at places he shouldn't be looking at.

Bowen came closer and cursed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Zhongwen said nothing and continued to do his work with a red face.

Suddenly Mrs. Hu stood up and walked away with two buckets of water. Zhongwen was a little disappointed, but also temporarily relieved.

Mrs. Hu looked around as she walked. After she had walked a few dozen steps, she heard someone behind her ask, "Mrs. Hu, what are you looking for?"

"Ah! Mr. Weng," Mrs. Hu turned around and saw that it was the general manager: "I want to get some water, but I don't know where it is."

"Water?" The general manager also looked around: "Ah, there seems to be..."

A dozen meters away, in the weeds at the edge of the forest, there was a cement pillar with a faucet attached.

"Yes," Mrs. Hu said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Are you alone? Let me help you." said the general manager, taking a bucket from her hand.

They walked to the concrete pillar. Mrs. Hu bent down and turned the faucet, but only heard a humming sound. The sound was very loud, but not a drop of water came out. The two of them couldn't help but laugh. The general manager turned around and looked around again, saying, "Ah! There's another switch over there!"

Mrs. Hu looked in the direction where the pillar was pointing and sure enough, there was another identical concrete pillar not far away, but there was only weeds growing between it and the current one. She frowned and saw the general manager had already walked past, kicking the grass. She quickly grabbed the bucket and followed him.

In a few steps, the grass grew to her knees, and later to shoulder height. She took each step cautiously. The grass was shorter near the concrete pillar, so she quickly half-jumped over.

The general manager turned the faucet, and a "gurgling" sound of water was heard, and this time there was water.

"Ah..." Mrs. Hu suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The general manager turned his head and saw Mrs. Hu bending over, bending her right knee, and slapping her inner thigh with her left palm. When she let go, she saw a big, blood-red ant biting the inside of her thigh.

A red and swollen spot immediately appeared on her fair and delicate skin. Mrs. Hu felt so painful and itchy that she could hardly stand. The general manager quickly turned off the faucet, turned over the bucket, asked her to sit down, and squatted in front of her to help her check the place where she was bitten.

Mrs. Hu pressed her thighs tightly, her face was sour, and the general manager enthusiastically took her hand. Hmm, it was soft and tender as if it had no bones. The general manager was moved for a moment, swallowed his saliva and said, "Take your hand away, let me take a look."

Mrs. Hu's hand was held by the general manager, and she had no choice but to let go. The general manager looked at the small red and swollen bump and gently picked it with his fingers.

“Well… um…” Mrs. Hu frowned.

"Does it hurt?" The general manager looked at her thigh intently.

"Hmm!" Mrs. Hu said, "It hurts... and it itches..."

"Let me rub it for you."

Without waiting for Mrs. Hu to express her opinion, he began to rub and pinch the lump with his thumb and index finger. Mrs. Hu felt comfortable and sad at the same time, and couldn't help humming softly.

The general manager felt a unique feeling when hearing Mrs. Hu's sweet voice. Mrs. Hu moaned "Hmm, Hmm, Oh". The general manager was so close to her that he could smell her mature woman's fragrance. Suddenly, a hot current ignited in his lower abdomen and rushed up to his heart. His heart beat fast and then rushed down to his groin. His cock could not hold back and became hard.

He continued to press and pinch her swollen nipple, then forcefully squeezed a small drop of clear liquid from the tip.

“Ouch, ah, ah…” Mrs. Hu cried out in pain and grabbed the general manager’s shoulders with both hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The general manager apologized quickly when he realized he had hurt her.

He changed his approach and used his index and middle fingers to gently stroke the lump, and Mrs. Hu felt much better. The skin here is well-maintained, thin and smooth. As the incident happened suddenly, Mrs. Hu did not care about her elegant appearance when sitting on the bucket. Her two pink legs were spread wide open. Although she pushed down the hem of her skirt to keep it secret and prevent espionage, the position of the damn ant sting was particularly high. The place where the general manager was touching was actually very close to the military fortress.

The general manager lowered his head with sweat on his forehead. While touching with his right hand, he secretly flattened his palm and spread his little finger to increase the contact area between his finger and Mrs. Hu's leg flesh. It was soft, white and tender. My God, how could this woman have such good texture?

The tip of his little finger secretly stretched into his skirt. The further he walked, the more stuffy and hot he felt. He was probably on the verge of death. He accidentally pressed his little fingertip on a soft and elastic piece of soil. The general manager was shocked. Oh no, she must be angry.

He looked up at her and their eyes met. Mrs. Hu's face was red, but she didn't look angry. The general manager became bolder. He didn't retract his little finger, but simply moved his ring finger over. Well, the plump feeling was more obvious.

There was a change of confusion and surprise in Mrs. Hu's eyes, but she never showed any intention of refusing. Her eyelids drooped and narrowed, her chest felt depressed, and her whole body was hot and restless.

"Are you feeling better?" The general manager tried to find a topic.

"Well," Mrs. Hu also pretended not to know about the finger and said, "It hurts less now, but it's itchy."

"Oh?" The general manager then exerted force on his hands, rubbing around the lump, and naturally his ring finger and middle finger were also moving in the valley. He slowly realized that his fingers could already distinguish the cracks in the meat pie, and the cloth wrapped around the meat pie was getting wet little by little.

"Is it still itchy?" he asked without stopping his hands.

"Hmm...it's itchy!" said Mrs. Hu.

"What should I do..." He pondered for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Oh, right, when we were Boy Scouts, we learned that if we are bitten by ants, we can use ammonia to neutralize the formic acid."

"Haha," Mrs. Hu laughed, "Were you a Boy Scout?"

It is indeed impossible to associate a man in his fifties with a Boy Scout. The general manager was embarrassed and could not respond. After a long time, he continued, "If you don't have ammonia, you can pee. By the way, do you have urine?"

Of course Mrs. Hu didn't pee. Her cheeks turned red and she shook her head.

"That's going to get more painful," the old scout said, still pressing and drilling his fingers into the fluffy meat pie.

"What should I do?" Mrs. Hu half closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.

The general manager said helplessly: "There is no other way. It's an emergency. Just use my urine."

As he spoke, he knelt down, straightened his back, pulled up the legs of his shorts, rummaged around, and pulled out a black sausage with a rough and uneven surface and a shiny, greasy top that was nodding and jumping. There was a crystal tear at the end of its single eye. As soon as he had it in his hand, he leaned the front half against Mrs. Hu's legs. Mrs. Hu immediately felt a hot impulse spreading rapidly from the point of contact on the inside of her thigh. She felt dizzy and the hands that were holding his shoulders slipped away, and she hugged him softly, her face resting on his shoulder, sighing.

The general manager was no fool. He held his dick in his right hand and put his left hand around her waist. He pulled her back with force, and their chests were pressed tightly against each other. Mrs. Hu let out a "hmm". Although she couldn't see, she knew that the general manager's glans was rubbing against the inside of her thigh. His strange hands were always so annoying. Even though he was very busy, he could still use his little finger and ring finger to continue provoking her increasingly moist paradise.

"You... um..." Mrs. Hu put her chin against the side of his face and said, "Do you have any urine?"

"Hmm..." the general manager said, "I can't pee either, but I just left a few drops of water on it, so it might be of some use!"

"But did you happen to apply it?" asked Mrs. Hu.

"Otherwise you can hold it for me." said the general manager.

"Is that so..." Mrs. Hu hesitated for a moment: "Is that okay?"

"It's okay!" The two adults were playing childish and hypocritical house.

The general manager took Mrs. Hu's hand and asked her to grab his cock. Mrs. Hu timidly held it. Oh, it was really long and hard, and hot. She stroked it twice, then suddenly let go and said, "I don't want it anymore..."

How could the general manager refuse? He quickly said, "No, no, this won't work. Hurry up and rub it a few more times. Be good and listen..."

Mrs. Hu was really obedient. She lifted up the cock again and asked, "Then...what should I do?"

"Well," the general manager lowered his head and began to kiss her cheeks and chin: "See where you feel the most itchy, and apply it there..."

Mrs. Hu shook the general manager's cock and pressed it against the ant bite. The general manager was free now, so he simply took hold of her entire vagina and gently stroked it up and down.

So the landscape was very interesting. Mrs. Hu sat on the overturned bucket with her legs spread wide open. The general manager knelt in front of her. They were hugging each other with almost no space between them. However, one of their hands was missing. They were both trembling slightly...

Maybe Mrs. Hu remembered that the general manager asked her to apply it wherever she felt itchy, or for some other reason, the dick in her hand deviated from its course and moved quietly towards the base of her legs. Although it was very slow, it still arrived. So not long after, the general manager felt the glans hit a piece of thin and soft cloth. He even wondered if he heard a "gurgling" sound, because he immediately felt a large amount of liquid oozing out of the cloth, making the glans extremely sticky.

"Hurry up and bring it back," the general manager said, "You peed, hurry up and apply it back..."

Although he said this, his lower body kept hitting Mrs. Hu's honey pot. Mrs. Hu naturally didn't want to take it back, and just responded with random "hmm".

The general manager pushed his dick outside the vulva, but one of his hands did not leave and touched a small protruding part of Mrs. Hu. Mrs. Hu could not help but shiver. The general manager pinched and rubbed it through the bottom fabric of her panties. Mrs. Hu finally could not bear it anymore. Her eyes rolled back, and her juices rushed out, and she had an orgasm.

“Um… um… um… um…” Mrs. Hu panted.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the general manager.

Mrs. Hu refused to answer his question and just begged, "You...your hand...go away..."

"Hmm... go away?" The general manager heard it and said, "Okay!"

He really moved his hand away, but at the same time, he still pinched the bottom fabric of Mrs. Hu's panties with his index finger and thumb. In other words, he had already torn her panties open, and naturally, his glans would invade her slit, and her slit was so wet that the general manager didn't even need to use force. With a light touch, he was able to stretch open the petals and half-bury the tip inside.

“Oh…” Mrs. Hu rolled her eyes but still pretended, “But…it’s ok…I…my wound doesn’t itch anymore…”

"Really?" The general manager was very principled: "Let me check it out."

The general manager confirmed it by pushing his butt forward. About one-third of the long cock was helplessly swallowed by Mrs. Hu's trap. The general manager pulled it back and pushed it forward again. This time with a "swish" sound, one-third more was inserted.

“Oh…oh…good brother…ah…so deep…so deep…um…” Mrs. Hu raised her face and could no longer continue the act.

“Uh oh…” The general manager also sighed: “Oh my God, you’re so tight!”

Now that the masks have been taken off, the two no longer need to pretend and they kiss each other mouth to mouth, entwining their necks, preparing for close combat.

The general manager put one hand around Mrs. Hu's buttocks and held her panties with the other hand. He began to slowly pull out and thrust in. Mrs. Hu's vagina shrank and the flesh trembled constantly. After several rounds, the general manager finally inserted his entire penis into Mrs. Hu's beautiful vagina.

“Oh… General Manager… You… Ah… What kind of monster is this… Ah… It’s so long… It goes so deep…”

"Do you like it? Is it still itchy? Do you want me to help you treat it?" the general manager asked with a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mrs. Hu said repeatedly, “It’s so itchy… I’m still so itchy… Hurry… Hurry up and heal my sister… Ah… Um…”

The general manager could not bear the beauty's urging, so he quickly swung his thick waist and thrust the long, hard meat stick in and out, making Mrs. Hu's eyes sparkle and her lips pout. He leaned forward and sucked on her fragrant red lips, biting and nibbling them. Mrs. Hu stuck out her soft tongue and mixed it with his. The general manager took a few deep breaths and worked even harder below.

"Hmm... Hmm..." The two of them had no time to talk. Their emotions were high and they were fighting fiercely and vigorously: "Ah... Ah... Faster... Harder..."

Suddenly, someone was walking along the path in the distance, laughing. Although the general manager heard it, he was in high spirits and didn't want to stop. He continued to work non-stop. Mrs. Hu didn't want him to give up halfway either, so she raised her legs to clamp his buttocks, buried her head in his arms, and tried to suppress the moaning from her mouth.

It sounded like there were several people's voices. Why were they gathered there talking instead of leaving?

The two of them were worried and happy, and they were going crazy, especially Mrs. Hu, whose juices kept gushing out, soaking a large area of ​​her skirt. The general manager was still pressing her hard and not letting up, and he went all the way in. Her waist suddenly spasmed, her whole body was numb, her face was raised, her mouth was pursed, but no sound came out, her arms were locked, her buttocks were pulled back, the hot soup scattered, and she lost it again.

"Hmm... um..." She gritted her teeth to avoid screaming.

Those people didn't leave yet. The general manager was working hard. Mrs. Hu could only gasp secretly and kiss the general manager's face as much as she could to vent her physical pleasure.

Suddenly, the voices came much closer. They were both startled, panicked and at a loss. The general manager had to pull out his cock in a hurry. Wow, it was still strong as it got older, and it was still full of vigor and vitality. Mrs. Hu had no time to appreciate and praise him. She just turned around and squatted with her back to the outside with the general manager. The two of them pretended to rummage through the two buckets to cover up the extremely erotic situation a moment ago.

Perhaps because of the long grass, those people didn't seem to notice the two of them, and the sounds of footsteps and conversation became farther and farther away. The general manager and Mrs. Hu turned around and saw that they had disappeared. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"How embarrassing..." said Mrs. Hu.

"It's exciting, right?" said the general manager.

"But...but it feels very strange..." Mrs. Hu said with a shy smile.

"What's strange?"

"Oh... doing this kind of thing with someone I know... it's so embarrassing..." Mrs. Hu blushed.

"Oh..." the general manager asked, "Does Mrs. Hu usually do this with strangers?"

"Ah! You are talking nonsense..." Mrs. Hu hit him unwillingly: "Bullying me..."

The general manager laughed, hugged her, and they both rolled on the ground.

"Good sister, I'm not well yet." The general manager said, kissing her cheek.

"I don't want to pay attention to you..." Mrs. Hu pretended to get up.

The general manager stretched out his hands to tickle her body, making her giggle. How could she stand up? The general manager even reached into her skirt and pulled off her panties. She covered herself from front and back, and the general manager became even more impatient and his actions became rough. Mrs. Hu was afraid that he would accidentally tear his underwear, so she obediently let him take it off.

"Hmm..." The general manager held up the small panties and asked, "Why are you wearing a little girl's flowery panties?"

"What do you care about me?" Mrs. Hu said with a face.

"I don't care about you..." The general manager pressed her down on the grass again and whispered, "I'll fuck you..."

Mrs. Hu closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, and said nothing more. The general manager did not retract his cock. He lifted Mrs. Hu's legs and placed them on his shoulders, aligned her vagina, and squeezed his glans in.

Immediately, a large pool of slippery, crystal clear water spurted out from the slit of Mrs. Hu's labia. The general manager took advantage of the situation and pushed forward. This time, there was no need to divide it into sections. He sank it all the way to the bottom in one breath, hitting the center of the flower, causing Mrs. Hu to gasp for air and feel sore all the way to her heart.

"Brother, it's so long... um... um..." she moaned.

“Isn’t the beard this long?” The general manager started to move.

"No...no...but...ah...be gentle...but it's quite thick..." said Mrs. Hu.

“Thicker than mine?” The general manager was not convinced and gradually increased his strength.

“Um… um… a little bit… just a little bit thicker… ah… ah… so comfortable…” Mrs. Hu said tremblingly.

“Not even a little bit…” The general manager was actually jealous of her husband: “I’ll ruin you… I’ll ruin you… Who will you feel comfortable with… Um… Who will you feel comfortable with…”

“Ah…ah…it’s so comfortable with my brother…it’s so comfortable with my brother…so comfortable…”

"Which brother? You must also call your husband brother..." the general manager asked.

"With you...with the general manager's brother...and the general manager's brother...it's the most comfortable...ah...ah...you're so good...ouch...I've penetrated you...ah..."

"You slut..." the general manager said, "You already have two children, how come your vagina is still so tight? So beautiful? It's really terrible..."

“Brother, do you like it… Oh… Oh… My sister is so beautiful… Do you want me to… Love you often… Ah… You’re… You’re inserting it into the most comfortable place again… Ah… Ah… I… I… It’s bad… I can’t take it anymore… Ah… Ah…”

Mrs. Hu thrust her hips forward and shook them violently. The general manager felt like he was sailing in a stormy sea and was a little dizzy from her movements. He took a few quick breaths to steady his rhythm so that his mood wouldn't be affected by Mrs. Hu's dancing and he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Wow...you are so wild...how can Xiao Hu satisfy you..." the general manager said with emotion.

“Ah…ah…I’m coming…” Mrs. Hu didn’t care what he said and continued to fiddle with him in a lewd way: “I’m coming…ah…my dear brother…I’m going to die…ah…ah…my God…ah…ah﹍﹍Always…ah…ah…”

This time she had a continuous orgasm, her vagina contracted tightly, and the general manager felt it particularly deeply as he heard the "gurgling" sound of the water being pumped in and out. He wanted to hold back but couldn't, and was about to end his meal.

“Brother…you…you’ve become longer…ah…ah…how could this be…ah…so deep…so satisfying…brother is so powerful…oh…oh…my God…I’m going to die…I’m going to die…ah…ah…ah…”

"My dear sister, you are so naughty..." The general manager said in a hoarse voice: "Brother feels so good, I am going to cum for you..."

"Shoot... shoot... shoot my sister to death..."

The general manager jumped up and rode on Mrs. Hu's chest. His shiny black cock pointed directly in front of Mrs. Hu. Mrs. Hu opened her mouth and took it in without saying a word. After only two sucks, the hot semen rushed out, much and thick. Mrs. Hu protested with a whimper, but she held the cock tightly with both hands and swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

"Oh..." The general manager breathed out with satisfaction.

"Tsk...tsk..." Mrs. Hu was still sucking his glans greedily, sucking up all the semen.

"Oh... dear sister," the general manager said, looking down at her, "you are such a lovely girl."

"Brother is so strong, um, he is not completely soft even after ejaculating, um..." Mrs. Hu said vaguely with something in her mouth.

The general manager deliberately moved his dick in her little mouth before turning over and sitting on the grass. Sure enough, although the dick had become a little softer, it still maintained a considerable hardness.

"Ah, it's always like this for me," the general manager said. "It takes a while for me to soften after I ejaculate, and my wife and I often take advantage of this time to have a hundred or so more thrusts."

"Really?" Mrs. Hu squinted at him.

The general manager could see what she was thinking, so he pulled her hand and said, “Try it if you don’t believe me!”

Mrs. Hu did not object, so the general manager turned her over and made her kneel on the ground. Mrs. Hu pulled a bucket against her chest and raised her buttocks. The general manager lifted her skirt, exposing her round little buttocks, which were pink, tender and charming. The general manager had been having sex with her for a long time and only saw her naked body now. The end of his cock moved slightly again.

The general manager half-knelt behind Mrs. Hu, pinched and lifted up his dangling cock with his right hand, and found the entrance of Mrs. Hu's honey pot. Mrs. Hu's intense passion just now had faded, and her labia had regained its elasticity and softness, not to mention it was wet. Although the general manager's cock was not very hard after the encounter, it was easy to insert the front end. With a slight thrust, he immediately inserted it in two, completely filling it up.

"Oh...that's great..." Mrs. Hu snorted.

"How is it?" asked the general manager.

"I surrender...you are so good...oh...you can still fuck me after I ejaculate...um..." Mrs. Hu begged for mercy.

"You can't surrender," the general manager said as he fucked her hard until she made a slurping sound. "You still have to be fucked."

“Ah…ah…I am so pitiful…oh…I am so miserable…oh…I am so happy…brother…” Mrs. Hu shouted in a low voice.

While they were joking, the voice that had just gone away came back again as if to cause trouble. The two of them quickly lay down, the general manager holding down Mrs. Hu and watching with a vigilant look. After those people passed and walked away, they looked at each other again and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This time the general manager's dick really went soft, it shrank and was squeezed and pushed away by Mrs. Hu's vaginal muscles, and finally slipped out of the vagina, unable to exert any strength anymore.

"Eh...it's getting soft," Mrs. Hu said deliberately, "Ah, what should I do? I'm so miserable!"

The general manager bit Mrs. Hu's cheek and scolded her with a smile, "Little slut, don't let me get hard again, I'll make you remarry."

"Okay, I'll wait for you, don't be a slacker!" Mrs. Hu was not afraid at all.

The two of them straightened their clothes. Mrs. Hu did not ask the general manager to return her underwear. She left her buttocks bare, picked up the bucket, and turned on the faucet to get water.

"My clothes and skirts are all dirty..." Mrs. Hu grumbled.

"Then wash it!" said the general manager.

"How to wash it?" asked Mrs. Hu. She thought the Boy Scouts would always have a good method.

"Wash like this..." The general manager scooped up the water in the bucket and poured it on Mrs. Hu.

"Oh..." A large area of ​​Mrs. Hu's skirt was wet.

"Damn it..." She immediately bent down and scooped up a handful of water to fight back, causing water to splash everywhere. The two of them were like drowned rats, and they didn't know whether they were splashing each other or themselves.

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