Russian sluts on the train

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You can't truly appreciate the vastness and abundance of resources of Heilongjiang until you've been there. The journey from the westernmost to the easternmost point of Heilongjiang is longer than the trip from Beijing to Shanghai. The dusty train races day and night across the boundless black plains. It's mid-autumn, and everywhere you look, it's a golden expanse after the harvest. A light autumn rain falls, scattering and gliding over mountains of corn cobs that shimmer. In the damp fields, hardworking farmers, their faces beaming with simple smiles, wield their gleaming sickles, chasing each other as they harvest the endless fields. Suddenly, the train whistles and makes a sharp turn, disappearing into the rolling mountains.
"Sigh, another climb!" my cousin mutters to himself.
"Almost there!"
The train was packed. My cousin and I, who had boarded midway, didn't have seats, so we squatted down in the connecting area between two carriages. We bought a roast chicken and shared a bottle of liquor, taking turns sipping and tearing off pieces of chicken to savor each bite.
"Hehe," a middle-aged man who also didn't have a seat and had been silently standing by the door couldn't contain himself any longer. He half-squatted down and grinned at me, "You two are so carefree! This kind of environment doesn't stop you from drinking!"
"Hehe," I joked, "Buddy, you don't understand. This is called romance. Look," I said, holding up the mangled roast chicken, "Buddy, this isn't Daokou Roast Chicken, is it? If it's Daokou Roast Chicken, it should be eaten at Daokou!"
"Hahaha," the middle-aged man, my cousin, and the other passengers who also didn't have seats burst into laughter, and the atmosphere at the door instantly became lively.
"Hey buddy, where are you headed?"
"Dongfanghong!"
"Oh, judging by your appearance, you two must be businessmen, right?"
"Yes," I nodded, "doing some business in Dongfanghong!"
"Brother," my cousin winked at me, signaling me not to easily reveal my secrets to others. I suddenly remembered my cousin who died four years ago, so I smiled knowingly, "Come on, buddy," I pushed the bottle of liquor in my hand in front of the middle-aged man, "buddy, let's drink!"
"No, no, I don't drink!"
"Hey, don't be polite, smoking and drinking go hand in hand!"
The middle-aged man couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly took a big gulp. I asked him, "Buddy, you're a businessman too, right?"
"Yeah," he nodded sincerely, "coming out here to run around and do some small business! Buddy, what kind of business do you do?"
"I," facing this sincere middle-aged man, I told him the truth, "I heard that you guys are pretty close to Russia, and that scrap steel is very cheap there, so we came here without thinking."
"So, did it work out?"
"Hey," I shook my head helplessly, "didn't get anything done. I ran around aimlessly for over half a month, and didn't even see a scrap of metal. It's like a dung beetle carrying a fart—a wasted trip!"
"Oh," the middle-aged man nodded sympathetically, "Buddy, I'm in the reed mat business, basically selling reed mats to grain depots in various places!"
"How's business?"
"Not so good. Business is getting harder and harder these days!"
"Yeah!"
"Buddy, why don't you guys try the soybean business?"
"Soybeans!"
"Yes, soybeans have just been harvested, they're very cheap. If you seize this opportunity and buy a lot, they'll grow like crazy soon!"
"Oh," "
To be honest, soybeans are abundant where I'm from!" “
Really?” Suddenly, the middle-aged man stood up. “Hey, we’re almost at our stop, I should get off now, buddy.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled a line on a crumpled piece of cigarette paper. “Buddy, I’m from Hulin. This is my address. This is a teahouse. If you want to do soybean business in our area, just get off at Hulin, find this teahouse, and you’ll find me. My surname is Song, and the locals call me Big Song!”
“Okay, goodbye,” I casually stuffed the used cigarette paper into my pocket, then shook hands with Big Song warmly. “Goodbye!”
“Brother,” my cousin muttered, puzzled, “What’s the point of talking to him? Who can trust anyone these days? He gave you his address, would you dare go?” "
Hmph," I was already slightly drunk, "What's there to be afraid of? We don't have any money on us. Brother, we've been out here for half a month and haven't accomplished anything. I think we should go to Hulin and see if the soybeans there are as cheap as this 'Great Song' says!"
"Forget it, you believe strangers!"
"Let's go, we're already out here, let's just be like headless flies, bumping around everywhere, maybe we'll stumble somewhere far!"
"Hmph, wishful thinking, maybe we'll end up like Tie Dan, crashing and dying in a foreign land!"
"Brother, don't say discouraging things when you're out and about. Even if we don't do any business in Hulin, can't we treat it as a trip? You forgot, our grandfather built bunkers for the Japanese devils in Hulin back then. Come on, let's visit the place where our grandfather once lived, okay?" "
My cousin couldn't persuade me otherwise, and we reluctantly arrived at the border town of Hulin amidst our argument. Following the address Da Song gave me, we found the 'teahouse' without any trouble.
'This, this, this,' my cousin said in surprise, looking at the 'teahouse' in front of him, 'Brother, this, this, is this really a teahouse?'" "
In a winding alley, there stood a dilapidated, low, damp house, its wooden door creaking and swaying, with a dirty, almost completely peeling paint plaque hanging precariously, bearing the words 'Teahouse.' Stepping into the dark, foul-smelling room, three or four greasy wooden tables sat in the center, their surfaces etched with numerous knife wounds. A large teapot sat on a table in the corner. '
Hehe,' I chuckled to my cousin, 'Don't be offended, this is the remote frontier, you know. Of course, it can't be compared to a teahouse in the water towns of Jiangnan. This is called the northern style, you know!'
'Please come in!' A tall, imposing man greeted us warmly at the door. I pulled out the slip of paper and handed it to him: 'Buddy, we're looking for the Great Song Dynasty!'
'Oh, okay!' "
The man glanced at the note hastily: "Oh, Da Song is my brother-in-law. You'll have to wait a bit!" He
then slipped to the door and loudly and stingily called for a ridiculously ugly donkey cart: "Come on, I'll take you!"
The donkey cart bumped along the potholed country road. I lay wearily on the cart's deck, which was covered with a quilt, my eyes silently fixed on the azure sky.
"Hahaha," my cousin suddenly chuckled softly. I turned around and looked ahead, then chuckled myself. In front of the donkey cart was an elderly man on a bicycle. A plastic bag hung from the back seat. The bumpy dirt road had probably torn the bag, and small crucian carp inside were sliding off, splashing and rolling around on the road. The old man, oblivious, continued pedaling furiously, the fish continuing to slide off, one by one
…
"Ah, friend," when I met Da Song again, we suddenly felt like old friends meeting again. This was clearly evident from the way he addressed me. We clasped hands tightly. "Quick, wife, hurry up and cook for us!"
"Come on," Da Song said, raising his glass to me, my cousin, and his brother-in-law. "Come on, cheers, friend! Our custom here is that when friends meet, they must drink three glasses in a row, and then you can drink as much as you want! Come on, let's drink the first glass!"
Wow, what a strict rule! Drinking three small glasses in a row would surely make me drunk, but there was no way around it. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I was on their turf, so I had to bite the bullet and drink it all!
"We grow a lot of soybeans here!" After three glasses of wine, Da Song said enthusiastically. "Every family here grows hundreds of acres of soybeans!"
"Oh, you have so much land here!" my cousin asked in surprise.
"Hehe," Da Song said cheerfully, "Friend, you don't know, this place is sparsely populated, and there used to be even fewer people. When I came here, there wasn't a single house for hundreds of miles around. Land was plentiful, and whoever cultivated it owned it!"
"Then," I asked Da Song, "how much land do you have?"
"Not too much," Da Song swallowed a mouthful of baijiu, "about three or four hundred mu!"
"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening immediately, "You, you have three or four hundred mu of land? Friend, the average person in China only has three mu of land! You have several hundred mu! You're practically a big landowner!"
"Brother," my cousin said to me with great envy, "Brother, if our grandfather had stayed in Hulin back then, wouldn't we be big landowners now too?"
"Hmm," Da Song asked my cousin, puzzled, "Little brother, did your grandfather live in Hulin?"
"Yes," I chimed in, "That was during the Manchukuo period. My grandfather worked for the Japanese devils building bunkers in Hulin. Buddy, isn't there a big bunker in Hulin?"
“Yes, yes, yes,” Da Song said enthusiastically, “Yes, yes, yes, do you want to see? I’ll take you there tomorrow!”
“…”
We drank, chatted, and joked around. In the end, my cousin and Da Song’s brother-in-law both passed out from drinking too much. Only Da Song and I continued our battle. When men chat, no matter what they talk about, it always comes back to one eternal topic—women. So, we started talking about Da Huangdou and then about Da Baobao. Then, without realizing it, we started talking about women: “Hey, friend, how are the ladies in Hulin?” I asked Da Song, my eyes blurry with drunkenness.
"Hmph," Da Song replied excitedly, "Friend, don't underestimate this small, inconspicuous place. Because it's a soybean-producing area, merchants from all over the country come here to buy soybeans, so, girls from all over also flock here to make money, friend." Da Song leaned closer as he spoke, "Friend, we even have Russian girls here, hehe!" "
Really? Russian girls come here to make money too!" "
Hey, hey," Da Song slammed his glass on the table, "Friend, how come you didn't know? This place is too close to the Russians. They often come to do business with us, and they've ended up doing business with women!" "Oh,
"
"Friend," Da Song asked mysteriously, "Want to play with some Russian girls?"
"Hmm," I hesitated for a moment.
"Heh heh," Da Song chuckled lewdly, "Friend, Russian girls are really interesting, so much fun! Come on, I'll take you to find one!"
"This," I muttered quietly, "Friend, this, this, will this work?"
"Of course it will! Just for fun!"
"How much?"
"Hey," Da Song grabbed my arm and said, "Three hundred, not expensive. In Harbin, you'd need at least seven or eight hundred to find a Russian girl! Let's go,"
"This,"
"What's wrong?" Seeing my hesitation, Da Song said, "What's wrong, afraid of spending money? Don't have any money, damn it," Da Song said, and then lifted the hot kang mat: "Here, friend, I have eight hundred yuan here, enough for us to have fun, come on, it's on me!"
Under Da Song's dragging, I walked dizzily into a dark and secluded courtyard. Da Song pressed me down on the kang and then walked out of the house alone. After a short while, Da Song pushed the door open and came in, followed by a fat man with a pipe in his mouth. Behind the fat man was a tall, fair-skinned, and simply dressed Russian woman.
At that moment, the excessive alcohol began to take effect in my body, and I felt dizzy. So, I had to lie down to avoid falling. I noticed that the fat man and the Russian woman were whispering something to each other. Then, Da Song went up to them and patted the Russian woman's muscular shoulder with a grin. The Russian woman then playfully punched Da Song. Da Song took advantage of the situation, grabbed the Russian woman's arm, and shoved her onto the earthen bed. The fat man leered, waved his hand, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out. Soon, I heard the creaking sound of the door locking.
"Hehehe, oh, Kharasho—," the Russian woman laughed loudly as she sat down beside me. She lowered her head and gently scratched my messy hair. I grabbed her other hand: "Hello, Kharasho!"
I gently rolled up the Russian woman's sleeve, and wow, good heavens, her arm was covered with a thick, dense layer of pale yellow down, which startled me. I immediately became excited, and I opened my mouth to greedily suck on the fine hair. Through the strong perfume, I could faintly smell a salty, fishy odor. What a sexy Russian woman!
"Why does she have so much hair!" I muttered to Da Song, who was unbuckling the Russian woman's belt. Da Song shrugged, his stubble twitching. "Russians, huh? If they didn't have that much hair, would we Chinese call them 'Russians'?"
The Russian woman casually took off her thick, heavy knitted sweater. Through the thin undershirt, I chuckled and pinched her two large, swaying breasts. "Wow, what big boobs!"
Soon, the Russian woman unbuttoned her shirt, and I ripped off her bra. Wow, it was the first time in my life I had ever seen such ample, fine white... I lifted my head and took the Russian woman's long, pigmented nipple into my mouth. Soft downy hairs grew sparsely on her breasts. As I suckled her nipple with relish, I groped her body wantonly. Suddenly, I reached under her armpit and pinched her long, thick armpit hair tightly. The Russian woman pushed me away, pulling her nipple from my mouth. She lowered her head again and pressed her lipstick-covered lips to my face. I carefully examined her pale cheeks and noticed irregularly distributed, sand-like black freckles. Before, I had admired the fair and delicate skin of Russian women from afar, feeling both envious and jealous of their captivating snow-white complexion. Today, seeing it up close, I realized that this fair skin was marred by countless black freckles—a real flaw.
Da Song yanked down the Russian woman's pants. I reached over and lifted her panties, staring blankly at the vast expanse of pubic hair. I leaned closer and immediately inhaled a pungent, fishy smell. Wow, so much pubic hair, such a choking odor!
Da Song wrapped his arms around the neck of the Russian woman who was kissing me, then pressed her between his legs. The Russian woman understood and lowered her head, opening her mouth to take Da Song's penis in. I grabbed her round, plump buttocks and began to suck and lick them relentlessly. The Russian woman had sprayed a lot of perfume, and as I sucked and licked, I inhaled the alluring fragrance, occasionally catching whiffs of the unbearable fishy smell.
My lips traveled down the Russian woman's round buttocks, kissing her incessantly. I sucked on her fair thighs, kneading her smooth, snow-white flesh with abandon. I gently nibbled at it with my teeth—so delicate, so white, so tender! It was so delicious! I fucking wanted to swallow it whole. My hand gradually moved to the Russian woman's calf. In the dim light, I noticed several long, dark brown hairs on her calf. I playfully grabbed one and tugged at it with a grin. The Russian woman, who was giving Da Song oral sex, gently swayed her leg and mumbled something, probably meaning that she didn't want me to pull her hair. As she swayed her leg, her round buttocks and the large, black, bun-like vulva were immediately revealed to me. I released her hair and my gaze lingered on her plump vulva. I parted the dense, dark brown pubic hair and saw two thick, long, dark-colored labia majora. I gently parted them and saw a slightly open vaginal opening. Patches of wet, lustful fluid scattered around the vaginal opening glistened in the dim light. I inserted my finger into the Russian woman's vagina and immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation. My finger moved in and out quickly, making a series of soft, squelching sounds. The Russian woman wiggled her white buttocks to accommodate my finger's thrusts. I brought my finger, covered in secretions, to my nose and smelled it. Oh, although the Russian woman's body odor wasn't exactly authentic, the taste of her vaginal fluid was quite pleasant. I tentatively licked it with the tip of my tongue. Damn, it really tasted good. My lips were covered in the Russian woman's vaginal fluid. I no longer disliked her body odor and armpit smell as I had initially. I simply brought my mouth to the Russian woman's vaginal opening and sucked on her clear secretions like I was drinking a beverage.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
My soft tongue kept sucking at the entrance of the Russian woman's vagina, making her moan and groan. Then, she spat out Da Song's penis from her mouth and turned her face to me. From her extremely excited expression, I guessed that she must have enjoyed being sucked so much. I saw the Russian woman affectionately hug my neck and kiss my big mouth, which was covered with her vaginal fluid. On her wet upper lip, I saw a small patch of soft mustache. She really is a Russian. Even the women have mustaches. In the past, the beautiful faces, well-proportioned bodies, and smooth, delicate skin of white women seen in DVDs and magazines were all the result of cosmetic enhancements. Now, the Russian woman before me was the real deal—a true white woman. Aside from a few essential perfumes, she wore no other adornments, especially her thick body hair. Heh heh, for some reason, I suddenly became interested in her body hair. While kissing the bearded Russian woman, I absentmindedly stroked her armpit hair.
"Ah—, ah—, ah—…"
The Russian woman, who was passionately kissing me, suddenly began to violently twist back and forth. Oh, it turned out that the man behind her was thrusting his hard, large penis into her vagina with tremendous force, his thick thighs slamming against her white, round buttocks with a series of laughable sounds.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
Accompanied by Da Song's continuous thrusting, the Russian woman moaned lasciviously, her large, snow-white breasts, covered with sparse, fine downy hair, swaying back and forth. I pushed aside the Russian woman's hot lips and slipped under her. I grabbed one of her swaying breasts and took the dark nipple deep into my mouth, sucking on it with a gurgling sound. At the same time, my other hand quietly reached down to the Russian woman's genitals and fiercely grabbed and twisted her thick pubic hair.
"Ah—, ah—, ah—..."
The Russian woman continued to moan. Having sucked enough of her large nipples, I slipped out from under her. I crawled behind her and nudged Da Song, who was thrusting vigorously. "Buddy, take a break, let me have some fun!"
"Okay, here you go," Da Song panted. "Buddy, this Russian's cunt is really big, you should try it!"
"Oh," I leaned down behind the Russian woman and spread open her wet vagina, which Da Song had been thrusting into. I inserted three fingers into her vagina at the same time and dug and prodded with all my might. Wow, it was big enough. Three fingers could fit inside more than enough. It seemed that my big cock would have a hard time conquering this rare, long and wide vagina.
I got up and knelt behind the Russian woman. I gripped my hard, thick penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina. The Russian woman turned her head and glanced at me. I playfully stuck out my tongue at her and then began to thrust violently.
"Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack..."
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."
"..."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
"Ah—, ah—, ah—, ah—..."
"..."
I pressed down on the Russian woman's plump buttocks and thrust, thrust, plunging, plunging. The Russian woman twisted her clumsy waist and moaned and groaned. I lowered my head and parted the Russian woman's pubic hair-covered anus. I inserted my finger into her vagina, dipped it in a little glistening vaginal fluid, and gently smeared it on her slightly open anus before quietly inserting my fingertip inside.
"Oh—, oh—,"
the Russian woman clearly felt me probing her anus. Instead of resisting, she arched her large, white buttocks even higher, widening her anus. I probed around with interest, then pulled my large penis out of her vagina. I roughly smeared my hot glans around her anus before tentatively inserting it.
"Heh heh," Da Song, who was watching the spectacle, laughed at me. "Heh heh, what, want to change places?"
"Yeah," I said without looking up, "Let's change locations. Her cunt is so loose and big, let's see how it feels to poke her asshole!"
"Oh wow..."
As my large penis slowly entered the Russian woman's anus, her breathing suddenly became rapid. Her mouth opened wide, and her two pale blue eyes stared blankly at me. I smiled slightly at her, and my large penis continued to probe into her anus. The Russian woman reached out and grasped my large penis, trying to slow down the thrusting. At the same time, she suddenly turned her plump body to the side, one arm propped on the bed, her whole body in a side-lying position. One of her thighs was long and straight, while the other thigh was bent, and she hugged her soft, shiny knee with one arm. She lowered her head and stared intently at her buttocks, at my large penis that was constantly thrusting in and out of her anus: "Wow, wow..."
She groaned deeply while reaching out a hand to continuously stroke her anus, while Da Song sat to the side playing with her temporarily idle vagina.
"Oh..."
I frantically thrust into the Russian woman's anus for a while, then pulled my large penis out and shoved it back into her vagina. As my penis thrust in and out, the Russian woman quickly grabbed and stroked her shiny labia majora. I haphazardly thrust for a while, then pulled my penis out and shoved it back into her anus. My penis went in and out of the Russian woman's two holes in turn, thrusting and pounding. Watching this, Da Song felt itchy: "Hey buddy, you really know how to play! Who taught you this?"
"Foreign porn, I learned it from foreign porn!" I hurriedly replied, then pulled my penis out of the Russian woman's anus. I sat up and spread the Russian woman's vagina apart. My fingers dug and dug hard at the entrance of her vagina, looking at the mounds of dark pink tender flesh inside. Suddenly, I leaned down and spat hard at the messy mound of tender flesh: "Ptooey!"
A mouthful of sticky saliva rolled into the Russian woman's vagina with a plop. I wiped it with my finger and then shoved my big cock in: "This is even better, even more slippery!"
"Hahaha," Da Song laughed loudly beside the Russian woman. As I thrust, I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate. I felt I couldn't hold on much longer. I stood up abruptly, my wet cock pointing straight at the Russian woman's white chest and abdomen: "Ah—,"
with a roar, thick streams of semen spurted from the tip of my penis. The Russian woman hurriedly sat up, grabbed a tissue, and carelessly wiped the semen splattered on her body. I grabbed her head and shoved my dripping penis into her mouth. At first, the Russian woman shook her head desperately to refuse, but I wouldn't have it. My big cock kept smearing in her mouth. Seeing that she couldn't refuse, the Russian woman simply obediently began to suck.
"And me too!" Da Song, still clutching his engorged penis, crawled to the Russian woman's side. "Come on, I'm here too, I haven't ejaculated yet!"
With that, he pushed the Russian woman, who was still wiping her body, down again, and climbed onto her fleshy mound, thrusting wildly once more.
I sat breathlessly beside the Russian woman's head, staring at that mass of white flesh, my penis throbbing again: Little brother, get up, go, go, go…

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