Trafford's Trading Club

Miss Tyrant carried a painting tube as she walked around San Er’s house. After putting down some things, she quietly went away. She smiled as if she was a poor kid who had just successfully stolen a watermelon from another person’s home.

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San Er turned on a kerosene lamp in the living room on the first floor of the tofu shop. She held a kitchen knife with both hands as she watched the seconds hand in the clock on the wall move. Her eyes blinked as she was already sleepy.

Suddenly she heard the knock on the door… After being shocked, she realized that it was Mark who came back, so San Er slightly relaxed.

“Drink a glass of water first.” San Er handed Mark a cup of warm water, and she also took a sip.

She was tense for most of the night, so she did not drink any water herself.

“There shouldn’t be anyone nearby. You can take a good rest after this.”

San Er sat down anxiously, still worried, “I… what should I do? Should I go to the police station tomorrow?!”

It seemed to be instinctual. Kuck had been avoiding dealing with such institutions. He said indifferently, “You don’t know who is against you. It is not necessarily useful to report this kind of matter to the police.”

“Then… what can I do?”

“You go and rest first, I will be guarding in the middle of the night. If someone comes again, I will catch them this time. When tomorrow comes, the enemy will not dare to be blatant, so there is at least one more day to inquire in the town,” said Kuck as he thought.

San Er nodded her head. The distracted San Er subconsciously listened to the words of this powerful man at this time; he was really very powerful. When he first dealt with the four people and used the pole, he no longer looked like an ordinary person.

San Er quietly went to Xiaozhi’s room, sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall. She planned to sleep here tonight.

Kuck was used to sitting quietly, but at this time it was at the small courtyard behind the tofu shop. Although it was an open-air space and it was still at night, the coldness seemed to have no effect on him.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, still holding the pole.

He closed his eyes, motionless, like a statue.

After who knows how long, Kuck’s eyelids twitched slightly. He gently opened his eyes and frowned.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

…

It was late at night, very late.

But the cold water flowed all the way from the cheek to the collarbone along the skin, paused for a while, then continued to flow down the chest, and then the lower abdomen… The flowing cold water made San Er produce a low hum.

She was as hot as fire and had been having trouble sleeping. She was so uncomfortable that she had unknowingly released sticky sweat in this weather… This was the restlessness of the body.

San Er was too familiar with this kind of restlessness.

Most of the time, she chose to take a cold bath to cool herself, and only rarely would she choose to solve it herself; but she could only use her usual method tonight.

She secretly hated herself for choosing this time to… Then in the middle of the night, the image of Mark’s back as he fought the bad guys was unable to leave her mind.

She lifted her head and let the water from the showerhead blast on her body, only to feel a little cooler and a little more comfortable.

San Er simply let her body fully stick to the bathroom tiles, then took off the showerhead, and subconsciously let these powerful water jets blast on her chest.

Small cold pores suddenly erected on the intensely irritated skin. San Er felt her breath suddenly quicken. When the bud was subjected to the slender but strong blast of the water, she got a reaction and it gradually became stronger.

She was still breathing heavily, and her fingers had hazily touched her chest… A man can never be more familiar with a woman’s body than the woman herself…

The water flowed from the gap between her palm and chest, like the water flowing through the ravine, and they slowly flowed down along with the residual heat from her body. The water flowed down from in between her legs, then finally fell on the floor tiles.

She was already completely seated on the ground, her eyes closed, as she felt the strong stimulus when her fingers flicked her chest. Sometimes, her bright lips were pursed together, sometimes slightly opened, and sometimes it was lightly bitten.

As her legs were flat on the white tiles, she suddenly became a bit restless. The two thighs, like two intertwined spirit snakes, were slowly rubbing each other.

Perhaps, simply spraying the breasts and touching herself could no longer calm the thirst in her heart. San Er’s eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She put down the showerhead as her face reddened, and she spread her legs apart.

She used the powerful water that was blasting from the showerhead, and held it tightly against the most private place in her body… She thought this would be Canaan.

She couldn’t remember how she thought of Canaan; in between her dreams and light sleep, she remembered a story that a town priest had told a long time ago.

There were abundant milk and honey, there was the promised land, there was life…

“Ah… en…”

As the intense stimulation increased, this promised land gradually became more abundant… This land that brings life was now filled with milk and honey.

She was like a wanderer who had traveled a long and difficult road, encountered her own promised land, saw the delicious honey, and reached out towards them with excitement and palpitations… to grab the sweetness that belonged to her.

She even dreamed that there was another big palm holding hers at this moment, their fingers intertwined with each other, and slightly rubbed.

Dreamlike, she was opening the restricted area of ​​her body, seeking a trace of joy.

La La La Long!

Boom!

The subsequent voice was very light, but it was enough to alarm San Er who had calmed down in this quiet environment… This was the sound of the impact when the open door was closed outside… Even though it was very light, she was still able to hear it clearly.

San Er subconsciously looked out of the bathroom door. She saw a pair of feet in the gap between the door and the floor… At this moment, San Er held her breath, but her heart was beating wildly.

But after a pause, these feet turned around and planned to leave.

“Don’t go!”

San Er made a mournful sound, threw away the showerhead in her hand, grabbed the handle on the bathroom door, “Don’t go.”

She knew that the person outside was Mark… She didn’t know how long she had been hiding in the bathroom, but the only certainty was that she couldn’t control it at the moment.

The spirit and the body were desperately craving something.

Hearing San Er’s voice, Kuck took a deep breath… After sitting still for most of the night, he also couldn’t calm down the heat in his body, so he also wanted to wash his face with cold water to wake up.

“Don’t go.”

The sound of the door opening was accompanied by a strong impact. It was not big, it seemed like throwing… throw towards his back. This was Kuck’s feeling at this time.

San Er’s wet body was completely attached to Kuck’s back. The thin clothes could not stop it from the water traces.

“Don’t go…”

He heard her lady-like voice, and at the same time felt the movement of San Er’s fingers on him… She seemed to be searching for something with her fingers… and this search was more like a kind of a very clear signal.

A signal that easily destroyed his usual calmness, the wildness lurking in his body had been ignited in a moment. Kuck finally gasped and grabbed San Er’s hand.

Turning around, with the help of the bathroom lights, he looked at this wet, glamorous… and prepared body. Kuck exhaled a warm breath, both his hands firmly clasped San Er’s face, bowed his head and invaded towards those plump lips.

Like an ensemble of the gusty wind and shower, two different but gradually gasping sounds tending to the same beat. At the small corridor, it got more and more intense, like an enhanced beat.

The kiss between him and her was so fierce. Kuck bowed, palms covering San Er’s chest, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her collarbone and neck.

San Er unconsciously began to tear the clothes on him, excitedly and clumsily untie his waist belt and reached for the key that could further open the promised land in her body.

Suddenly.

Kuck violently turned San Er and pressed her body firmly against the wall. He grabbed her left hand with one hand and used the force from his waist to thrust and penetrate into her body.

When the gate of the restricted area opened, they returned to their original state… They also maintained this posture.

This was a posture that San Er never tried. She also never thought of having a relationship with a man in this place; even if it was her home.

An experience that she never had, but it matched her body perfectly. It made her tighten all her nerves and amplify all her feelings.

Really, she unexpectedly got some pleasure.

Time and time again, she had fallen into such a powerful collision. Until the end, she felt his hot body lying on her back from the back and the fiery heat that was violently oozing out of his body, and she finally cried out.

This was the saddest voice made in all the highs and lows she had experienced in her life.

When everything was over, the small hallway outside the bathroom was quiet again, and they said nothing.