Final Graveyard
After the performance, Luo Yu told Duan Yu about it.
Of course, it is used as a negative teaching material.
"Do you think I'm not bad enough?" He showed a boyish smirk, rubbing her tits restlessly with his hands.
"I've said it all, it's a negative teaching material," she half pushed and collapsed into his arms.
He glanced at the wall clock on the bedroom wall, and pressed her on the bed involuntarily, holding his big hot cock and inserting it into her tight pussy.
"Hmm... It's so big... The young master's dick is so big..." She moaned and shrieked like a goblin who was so moistened by lust, and twisted a few times, twisting and accepting him as if her pussy would never be fucked badly.
He did it too.
No matter how many times they have sex, her body is like a fragrant poison, which makes him want to stop her, wishing to pour his semen on her every day, and love her to death.
The two have been together for a few years, and the dry wood is still crazy, but... there are always some ethical and moral scruples.
Luo Yu was teased for a while first, and Jiao hummed to order him: "Xiao Li should be going to bed, you go and accompany him..."
The cub sleeps in the downstairs room, usually accompanied by servants, obedient and quiet, but always wants to see his brother or mother before going to sleep, if he doesn't go, his head will droop.
"Let me tell you a bedtime story again?" Duan Yu wasn't happy enough, seeing that she was comfortable again, she looked like a heartless slut, and the thrusting became even harder, "Let me tell you one first, how about it?" ?”
The pussy was wet and soft to the bone after draining, and it was very sore and swollen by the big dick. Luo Yu had to wrap around his constantly throbbing body to cheer him up, hoping that he could come out soon.
"Um...um...okay..."
"There is a little mare who doesn't sleep well every night, and her buttocks are sticking out high," he said in a nasty voice. "She has to eat to sleep. Guess what she wants to eat?"
As soon as Luo Yu relaxed, his beautiful eyes turned white with a strong push.
What kind of bedtime story is this, asshole.
But she was comfortable being fucked, and she had to stroke him as he wanted.
"Hmmm... the filly wants a big dick... delicious... ahmm... so big..."
On the bed, the snow-white naked filly was kneeling coquettishly, bending her knees and raising her round buttocks, trying to cater to the ferocious entry and exit of the red meat stick.
The lewd water was smashed into fine foam, which fell on the bed sheet, feeling wet.
Over the years, the big bed in the master bedroom has witnessed the lascivious sex of "orphans and widows" almost every night.
Who dared to think that a few years ago, there was nothing in the master bedroom except deserted.
*
Times have changed.
The cemetery is located on the top of a hill in a land of geomantic omens. Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, it is always drizzle.
"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival..."
The keeper of the tomb was also an old member of the Duan family. This year's Tomb Sweeping Day is the seventh year since the master of the Duan family passed away, so the condolence ceremony is naturally more solemn.
Outside the cemetery, a black luxury car caught the eye.
"Young Master, Young Mistress, Young Master..." The tomb guard greeted the three honored guests hesitantly.
On the gravel road, Duan Li, a seven-year-old young master, walked in the front. He was just at the age of school, looking at the prospect in front of him, reciting poems in a low voice, holding a white bouquet of mourning flowers in his hand, he was an ignorant and handsome little boy.
And the man and woman in the back are mature and well-matched.
Duan Yu, the young master of the Duan family, dressed in a black custom-made suit, is holding his newly married wife by the hand.
Also his baby mom.
It's just that few people call that fragrant young woman that way anymore, and her relationship with the Duan family cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.
Especially on a special occasion like today.
Holding her husband's hand, and bringing her ex-husband's posthumous child, she came to visit her father-in-law's grave...
The ex-husband and father-in-law are still the same person.
Therefore, she dressed up specially for today's itinerary, as if time had treated her particularly favorably, she was no different from seven years ago.
Black lace veil, cashmere shawl, satin tube top skirt, stockings, stiletto heels.
She is really a pretty young widow that people can't take their eyes off.
After the simple worship ceremony, the young master Duan Li was taken away by the attendants, and the rest of the people also cleared the place, leaving space for the young master and young mistress.
"I have to say, you are really beautiful in front of his grave."
With no one else around, Duan Yu's tone finally showed sourness.
The old man is dead, and she is still dressed so charmingly.
he is very angry.
Luo Yu didn't bother to pay attention to the childish temper of her man who was always jealous, and said quietly: "As the saying goes... Marriage is the grave of love."
Her voice is mellow, and her emotional tone has a special charm.
"Nonsense." He stopped playing the anti-tune immediately, trying to grab her heart domineeringly.
Seven years is a long time, but when I put on the black dress again, the memories keep flooding my mind.
Of the two, Luo Yu is the relatively introverted one, who rarely expresses love to him directly, and always tends to "time will tell everything".
Time really does tell.
In her fragrant temperament, there is a touch of the charm of being nourished by love.
"Just kidding, our love still started before the grave."
She glanced at the seven bouquets of flowers placed in front of the grave, and couldn't help thinking of him back then and the reunion at the funeral.
It's a memory that will last a lifetime.
"No, it actually started earlier."
Duan Yu enjoyed the years when he and she finally got married, and when he thought of the chaotic and immoral days at that time, his memory did not diminish.
"Earlier?" She smiled slightly, "I guess it's... Spring Night in Xigu?"
"Um."
"Then it was love at first sight for you." She teased him.
"Yes." He said boldly.
A young man who used to be a wanderer, with a low self-esteem, dull and coquettish personality, how could he be willing to admit the love he couldn't show.
But fortunately, it finally came to fruition.
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General Fiction✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 At the funeral of a wealthy family in the drizzle, the new widow who is pregnant with a posthumous child is still mourning for the master of the Duan family. She was tightly covered in black clothes...
