Zuo Yunshan smelled the sweet and sour smell that he smelled on the stairs in the basement of the hotel.

He bent his upper body, his mouth pressed against the back of her neck, the neck that the fingers that styled her hair, and his hands hugged her from behind.

Wei Chun was not alarmed.

"Stop!" The voice was majestic.

However, Zuo Yunshan knew that it would be a complete failure to let her go now. Once she obeys her orders, she will next say, "Get out!" That was the natural result of her majesty in a dilemma, and I am afraid it was not her intention.

Zuo Yunshan's mouth was attached to her sweaty skin and did not let go, and the hands held from behind did not relax. In this moment, he was speculative.

Wei Chun twisted his body, trying to shake him off from behind, while thinking about how to deal with it. She seemed to be considering a clever way to subdue the young man without running or screaming. She said again: "Stop! ”

However, that voice made Zuo Yunshan feel that she was making a final struggle against her own reason.

His skin blocked his nostrils and he couldn't breathe, but he was still clinging to his lips. She shook her back from side to side trying to get rid of his lips, but he kept clinging to them. The tip of the tongue tasted salty.

The sweet and sour smell emanated from her skin. The skin is younger than Ye Ya's, and the skin is delicate. The slightly chubby fat shines like porcelain under the light of the floor lamp next to it. Ye Ya's skin fat is too thick and unpleasant.

Wei Chun finally had a change. She gradually stopped moving. The head is drooping, and the neck is stretched out. He kept his mouth on his neck, even if he was suffocated, he didn't want to let go, and now he could let go a little bit of breath. Her neck was no longer dodging, and she didn't move still. Unhurriedly, he moved his lips to the closer part, and his hands touched the bulge at once. Wearing a thick bra under the dress. Move the lips to the ears. He bared his teeth slightly.

Wei Chun still drooped his head silently, and his shoulders trembled like chills. Zuo Yunshan felt that things were in sight.

"Turn off the lights." Wei Chun turned his back and said softly. The majesty is gone.

Zuo Yunshan let go of his hand, raised his lips, and stood up. She sat down on the couch, her shoulders hunched, as if she knew what was going to happen next.

He walked over to the wall, stood at the switch, and closed the loose door with his hand. The door is self-locking. Then he turned the switch off again. Wei Chun could still be seen in the room. The floor lamp is a separate switch and the light is slightly dim and orange.

Zuo Yunshan lightly returned to Wei Chun's back. This time he put his arm around her shoulder, and Wei Chun didn't move.

"Miss Wei Chun," Zuo Yunshan called softly, his voice gentle. He takes a gesture that is not equal at any time.

He touched the zipper behind her back and pulled it all the way down. The dress was torn, revealing a V-shape on her white back. She didn't wear a petticoat, the lining of the dress was black.

"Turn off the floor lamp." Wei Chun bent over and ordered.

Zuo Yunshan did not turn off the lights. He put his hands under her ribs and picked her up. She resisted a little, holding her hair heavy, but then she became lighter.

He picked up Wei Chun and let her face him. Her face swayed from side to side. After a while, it stopped. He kissed her on the lips from the front. Wei Chun's body swayed, and he pressed his chest against her.

Wei Chun's lips easily did not react. Although her lips were open, she did not take the initiative to kiss him.

The floor lamp was nearby, and he reached out with a hand to pull the switch. The lights went out. However, the lace that covers the gaps in the curtains allows a ray of light from the window to penetrate into the room.

Despite this, Wei Chun's lips remained the same. Zuo Yunshan took advantage of her body to stagger like drunk, dragged her to the corner, came to the couch, put her body on the sofa, and then pounced. Wei Chun went limp on the couch.

The dress slipped off the shoulders and the bra was ripped off. The faint light outside the window is like a dim indirect lighting. He pressed his lips to her neck again.

Wei Chun suddenly resisted fiercely like a fish.

"No, not here!" She reprimanded repeatedly, "That will leave a red mark, and I won't be able to go to work tomorrow." ”

He hurriedly raised his lips.

Wei Chun looked at his face motionless from below. He suddenly kissed her behind the back, and the urge she had had calmed down.

"This place doesn't work, go, go over there."

The room with the curtain drawn is the bedroom.

The bedroom, separated by a curtain, is small and lived alone, the bed is not too narrow, but it is not a double bed, it takes up almost the whole space, next to it is only a side table with a small lamp, and a small picture frame with a rose hangs modestly on the cream-colored wall.

Wei Chun never reacted strongly. She either closed her eyes or looked into the distance for Zuo Yunshan's sex, but when she lost her balance in an instant, sometimes her hands were clenched, sometimes her nails grabbed the sheets, and she never put her hands around his neck from below.

Wei Chun sweated a little on his forehead, and his breath was also a little disordered, but it did not reach the level that Zuo Yunshan expected. His eyes were closed, but his face was thoughtful.

Wei Chun's body didn't seem to have the habitual experience, but it was very mature, and although the flesh was not plump, the delicate skin was as smooth and elastic as soap. Her flesh is younger than her looks.

Zuo Yunshan couldn't help but compare Wei Chun with Ye Ya at this time. Ye Ya's flesh aged with age, the thick pieces of flesh were bulky, and her skin was saggy.

Moreover, Ye Ya is very greedy. She herself said that she might be an anomaly. She took advantage of the cheekiness of the old man to make all kinds of shameless ugliness on him, and flirted with him in every way. She lost her normality because she was too impulsive, glaring, moaning loudly, writhing her body, panting for breath because her heart was enlarged.

Ye Ya said that she had no interest in her husband and did not do these things with him. This may be true. Her husband was uninterested in her and estranged from her. So she turned her desire to Zuo Yunshan, a young man who was younger than her and more energetic than her husband, and neither disregarded decency nor concealed it. When a married woman comes into contact with outsiders, she is often stimulated by a sense of alienation and immorality, and her desires are generated in this way from the beginning.

What's more, the other party's age is younger than his own, and that kind of motherly affection is easy to arouse irritating impulses, and everything is from the perspective of teaching, forming a middle-aged man's upside-down consciousness towards a young woman.

Ye Ya taught Zuo Yunshan everything she learned from her husband at the beginning, and later taught him many new skills. She reprimanded him and lost her temper with him, but in the blink of an eye she tried to reassure him. Plainness does not satisfy her.