The town of Heilin is a relatively small town, nestled in the mountains, surrounded by several small towns and villages, and would have been impoverished if it were not for the fact that a road often traveled by merchants and tourists would have led to the economy.

The town is always quiet at night, and occasionally a few drunkards wander around the still-dimly lit taverns, which can be comforted by the smell of wine without the money to continue drinking.

"Hey, it's Mrs. Huck, look at her ass that is about to break her skirt, and look at the magnitude of her swinging buttocks, I dare say that this woman who has been widowed for many years is so horny that she needs comfort from both of us. The bearded drunkard leaned against the door of the tavern, looking drunk, and gazed greedily with those eyes at the young woman who had just walked by.

Next to him was a relatively thin drunkard, he maintained a deep sniffing posture, smelling the body fragrance left by the young woman that made the blood boil, and staring at the young woman's back with burning eyes, like a lurking beast, ready to pounce on the plump and sultry body at any moment.

"I actually like her aristocratic and arrogant face more than her seductive figure, and I have dreamed countless times of crushing her under me, watching her delicate little mouth moan and gasp under my impact, making her lustful, and then she begging me to continue to spoil her body in a female cat voice in heat. The lean drunkard licked his parched lips, and a mouthful of silvery words came out of his sharp mouth.

"Locke, it looks like she's going to the oak grove on the west side of town, where there are few people, why don't we follow......" said the bearded drunkard, pulling his head and lowering his voice to the thin fellow.

The thin guy's lips seemed to be getting drier and drier, and the little eyes rolled around, as if he had made some big decision, and then said, "There are not a few copper plates in this dry drinker, so it is better to ...... her tonight After that, we're going to go somewhere else?"

"So, I'm just talking about it......" The bearded drunkard seemed to be even more timid, and he lowered his head and took a sip of inferior rice-made wine, struggling with his thoughts.

"What are you afraid of, Mrs. Huck is also a famous person in the town, she always maintains the appearance of a proud lady, this kind of thing must not dare her to spread it, not to mention that she also needs a man at this wolf-like age!" Locke was emboldened, and seeing that Mrs. Huck with a bee waist and fat buttocks was about to pass the corner, Locke became even more anxious.

"Well, kill her, and you won't be afraid of being known by the townspeople!" The bearded drunkard finally gained courage, threw the wine bag on the ground, and followed first.

Lockein laughed, his facial features crowded together because of his smile, and he looked extremely obscene.

The two men followed the charming Mrs. Huck across the bridge over the town, and then walked westward, and the noble Mrs. Huck did not know whether she noticed that someone was following her, or was afraid that her whereabouts would be exposed, and from time to time she would turn her head and look at the dark path she had walked, with a slightly nervous look.

It was already late in the night, and it was evidently unwise for Mrs. Huck to go alone into the sparsely populated Silin, unless the noblewoman was, as the two wicked drunkards had said, hungry and thirsty.

"There seems to be a man there, hey, it's a man, I really didn't expect that Mrs. Huck, who looks innocent all day, is actually cheating with a man here!!" The bearded drunkard hid behind an abandoned flat house, and with the help of the town lights in the distance, he vaguely saw a man in the woods waving to Mrs. Huck.

"Aha, it's better, with a handle, we can play with her at any time, and even extort a small amount of money!!" the thin man was already very excited, and his voice almost made Mrs. Huck notice.

"Let's take a closer look. ”

"Well, be careful, hide in the dark woods over there, they shouldn't be able to see us. ”

Mrs. Huck was indeed so desperate to see the lover with whom she had a secret tryst here, that she had not yet noticed that her inappropriate behavior had been spied on.

The cold moonlight sparsely shone through the woods, shining on the tall man, and the mere outline made Mrs. Huck's specially groomed brow tremble.

This body was so exciting for the lonely lady that after seeing him for the first time at the party, Mrs. Huck knew that she was hopelessly caught in the man's open ** net.

He had a handsome face, with a cold water chestnut line, a pair of black pupils that shone and charmed even in the dark, and what struck Lady Huck most was his lips, which always raised slightly, showing a well-educated superiority and aristocracy, and expressing his indifference to anything.

Mrs. Huck couldn't control herself, even though she knew that doing such a thing would probably ruin her reputation as a small town lady, but she still came here as promised, she longed for this tryst, for the man's bright red lips to kiss her all over!

"Oh, I think you must have been here for a long time, and you should know that it is difficult for a lady like me to come out in the middle of the night, and please forgive me for being late. Mrs. Huck said to the man in as soft a voice as she could.

The man was dressed in a trench coat with a vertical collar, and stood motionless under the moonlit tree, the shadow of which hung over his face, and only the broad bright red lips and the chin that revealed the man's resolute temperament could be seen.

"Madame, you have made my whole body boil, and the fragrance of your body has dispelled all the cold...... "The handsome man took Madame's white hand, and then gave a low kiss on the back of her hand gracefully and gentlemanly.

After the kiss, as a gentleman, the man should raise his head and let go of Mrs. Huck's white palm, but instead of doing so, the man kissed Mrs. Huck's wrist along the back of her hand.

Mrs. Huck did not know whether she was struck by the cold wind or stimulated by the touch, and her body trembled visibly, and the noble dress swayed slightly with her flesh, as if it were a little more violent, and such a swing would cause the garments to fall off her smooth and beautiful body......

The man kissed up the back of Mrs. Huck's hand until she was covered with a tulle scarf, and under the chewing of his lips, the scarf folded, revealing Mrs. Huck's delicate and crystalline skin.