Shadow of D City

Behind every light, there is inevitably a shadow. Every year, many people disappear without a trace. If no one is willing to remember them, they will be swallowed by the shadows.
City D is a small, fourth-tier coastal city, neither particularly prosperous nor impoverished, and its slogan is "livable." But in reality, not many people have settled there. The development zone has been built for five years, and after 7 pm, there are hardly any cars on the main roads, and hardly any pedestrians. The two commercial complexes that opened are barely surviving, with shops opening and closing repeatedly. Everyone says the development zone is going to take off, but who knows how many years from now? Maybe next year, maybe ten years from now, who knows?
Longhu Yayuan is located on the edge of the development zone, in the suburbs of the suburbs. There are no dragons or lakes here, and it has nothing to do with elegance. As for the quality of the houses, it is also worrying. A dozen high-rise buildings are crammed into a small plot of land. Perhaps its only advantage is that it is cheap. The community has been completed for two years, and the occupancy rate is still less than a quarter, showing signs of desolation everywhere. Even so, a ring of shops was still built around the residential area. After all, the supporting facilities around this development zone were still a mess. There had to be some small supermarkets, fruit shops, vegetable vendors, building material stores, mahjong parlors, and of course, the standard amenities around residential areas: barbershops.
Zhu Shu was the owner of the barbershop. Middle-aged and elderly people called her Xiao Zhu, young people called her Sister Zhu, and children called her Aunt Zhu. Only she knew that she was already 35 years old and still single. Zhu Shu came from the inland, rural area. As for the specific location, whether she didn't want to mention it, couldn't remember, or couldn't explain it clearly, no one knew. According to her, going back would take more than ten hours by train, then several hours by bus, then a motorcycle taxi, and then a long walk to reach her hometown. Like many rural migrant workers, Zhu Shu came from a family that favored sons over daughters. She was barred from further education after junior high and forced to leave home to work. After several years of labor, she saw no hope of advancement. The more outgoing women turned to prostitution and made money; the prettier ones got married; the ambitious ones attended night school to learn a trade and left. Only she, with her average looks, reserved nature, and limited intelligence, could only toil away in a piece-rate factory. She barely spoke to her parents, who called monthly only to ask for money. Through these calls, she learned that neither of her two younger brothers had gone to university and they were forced to stay in their hometown. At 23, her family wanted her back, but instead arranged a blind date with a widower from a neighboring village to collect a dowry for their son's marriage. Perhaps defying fate, Zhu Shu rebelled for the first and only time, running away from home, losing her phone card, and cutting off all contact. From then on, she traveled alone to over ten cities, struggling to make a living. She had once thought of marrying a city dweller and settling down there. Unfortunately, she was unlucky in love; either she couldn't find a good man, or the men she met were incompetent, so she was better off alone. When Longhu Yayuan was being built, she saw the advertisement and gritted her teeth, gathering all her savings to buy a shop. The shop was small, and the location was terrible, but it was cheap and had a high ceiling, so the downstairs became a hair salon, and the upstairs became her home. After struggling for over a decade, she finally had a home.
"Little Zhu, did you go see the Xiao Song I introduced you to last time? He's an honest man, and quite handsome too."
"Yes, yes,"
Zhu Shu replied absentmindedly. She wondered what it meant for a man nearing forty to bring his mother on a blind date. She cut the hair even faster.
"Keep it up! You're not getting any younger. How will you manage without a man?"
Zhu Shu remained silent, continuing her work.
"Oh, Granny Li, please stop. You don't know what kind of person Xiao Song is. His mother is so ruthless! How can Xiao Zhu possibly have a good life living with them? Let me tell you, their neighbors said they saw Xiao Song and his mother sleeping in the same bed..."
Listening to the customers waiting for their haircuts in the shop making lewd jokes, Zhu Shu was actually grateful to him for getting her out of the situation, but she still had to say a few words.
"Old Zhang, please say less. Don't corrupt the children..."
Old Zhang sheepishly shut up.
"Granny Li, look, it's done. Are you satisfied?"
Granny Li looked in the mirror, said "good," paid, and then chatted with the other customers waiting for their haircuts. Most of the barbershops at the entrance of the residential area cater to the regular customers in the neighborhood. On weekends like today, there are long queues, but on weekdays, business is almost nonexistent. They don't make much money in a year. If the prices are high, fewer people will come; if the prices are low, they seem busy, but they don't make much money. As for handsome men and beautiful women who care about their hairstyles, they go to those upscale commercial centers to find their hairdressers; it's not her turn. After finally finishing her work, Zhu Shu sighed as she cleaned the hair salon. The money she earned, after paying off her loan and supporting herself, left her with practically nothing. In her thirties, yes, how would she live from now on? She'd just have to take it one step at a time. She pulled down the shutter, locked the door, and climbed the stairs. Being frugal, she hadn't even installed cable TV or internet. After a quick dinner, she went to bed. The shop's building wasn't very well constructed; the soundproofing was terrible. Even though there were several mahjong parlors in between, the noise still drifted in, keeping her awake. She tossed and turned in bed. Finally, she sat up, sighed, took off all her clothes, and stood in front of a full-length mirror. The light filtering through the curtains allowed her to see herself clearly. In the mirror, she didn't have a pretty face; she was middle-aged and starting to gain weight. Her breasts, though large, were beginning to sag. Youth was gone. Looking at the lush forest below, and thinking about how she hadn't met her "ox" (a metaphor for a woman who is still attractive) in over 30 years, she felt even more resentful. Her hand unconsciously moved down, touching her pubic hair, then her vulva, and finally her clitoris. She rubbed it rapidly with her fingers. Probably no one would suspect she was still a virgin. As the rubbing speed increased, her breathing became heavier. She bit her lip to suppress a sound, but gasps still escaped from between her teeth. With a spasm in her vagina, her back arched. Her mind finally went completely blank, and she lay back down on the bed, drifting into a hazy sleep.
Zhu Shu slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. After tidying the bed and washing up, she opened the shop door. Actually, it was Monday, and there shouldn't be any customers at all, but she still habitually opened the door, since there are always exceptions. A lump of dough, a few vegetable leaves, an egg, a little soy sauce, a bowl of egg and soy sauce noodles—that was her brunch. Bored, she looked outside while eating her slightly salty noodles. Life was so dull; it was Monday noon, and there wasn't even a dog outside. While washing the dishes, she heard the doorbell ring.
"Just a moment, coming right up."
Coming downstairs, she saw a young man standing in the shop. They lived in the same neighborhood and saw each other all the time. She naturally recognized him. Wang Yin, this boy preferred to be called Wang Hu (Tiger Wang). He always thought he was called Yin because his father liked Tang Bohu's name, so he called him Yin. Tiger is so majestic, a tiger is the king, so he liked to be called Wang Hu. In reality, he was called Yin simply because he was born around 4 AM, the Yin hour.
"Xiao Yin, aren't you in class today? Coming to get a haircut?"
"Sister Zhu, call me Wang Hu..."
"Okay, okay, Little Tiger, is it for a haircut? Sit down."
Wang Hu didn't sit down, but hesitated for a while before blurting out,
"Sister Zhu, I want to learn hairdressing from you."
Zhu Shu wondered if she had misheard. She looked at Wang Hu, puzzled. So Wang Hu repeated himself clearly,
"Sister Zhu, I want to learn hairdressing from you."
Zhu Shu first helped Wang Hu find a chair, then, after learning he hadn't eaten, she made him a bowl of noodles, letting him eat while she spoke.
Wang Hu's mother left with his younger brother when he was young. She wasn't dead, but she divorced his father. Wang Hu didn't care much. He didn't remember much at the time, only a vague memory of a woman being particularly harsh to him. Later, his grandmother, who raised him, told him that his mother had always been harsh to him but very kind to his brother. Only later did he learn that his mother had an affair, his brother wasn't his father's child, and his mother didn't like his father or him. His father was rarely home, only coming over to pay his bills without hesitation. He only came home once a week, Sunday night, ate dinner, went to sleep, and left again before dawn the next day. They usually barely spoke a few words. His grandmother helped him when he was in elementary school, but when he was in middle school, she grew old and went to a nursing home, leaving him alone. His father gave him money once a month. With no one to care for him and money in hand, Wang Hu's studies suffered. He didn't pass the high school entrance exam. The school only managed to graduate from the nine-year compulsory education system because they didn't want to keep such a troublemaker. His dad enrolled him in a vocational school, but after a year, he didn't want to go anymore. His dad didn't care, just sent him money every month, which wasn't a small amount in those days. He spent his days eating, drinking, having fun, and hanging out with petty thugs until he was almost 20. He was physically strong because of good nutrition and exercise, but he was useless at everything else. Having wasted his life, he naturally knew how hard it was to earn money. The only reason many thugs patronized him was because he could pull money out of his pocket... So he knew a little about his dad's hardships. His dad had to earn money for him, for his grandma, and to support the family. It wasn't easy for him. Even though he was a scoundrel, he still wanted to earn some money himself.
Perhaps out of pity for the boy, or perhaps because she had no business and nothing else to do, Zhu Shu took Wang Hu in. At first, the neighbors teased Wang Hu when they saw him working odd jobs at the barbershop, but then they saw him as a reformed playboy, a wayward youth now wanting to earn his own living and learn a skill – it didn't seem like a bad thing, so they stopped talking. Even when Wang Hu initially messed up Grandpa Ma's haircut, Grandpa Ma just laughed it off and told Wang Hu to give him a buzz cut so he could stay cool in the summer.
Wang Hu's arrival brought many changes to Zhu Shu's life. Internet access was installed in the barbershop, paid for by Wang Hu himself. Zhu Shu finally got herself a smartphone, bought two old TVs from an appliance repair shop, got a set-top box, and a speaker. The barbershop seemed more vibrant than before.
One day, Wang Hu wasn't there, so Zhu Shu did a perm herself. Wang Hu hadn't learned how to perm yet, and even if he were there, he wouldn't be able to do it. While waiting for her hair to be permed, and with no one else in the shop, Zhu Shu chatted with other customers to pass the time.
"Hey Zhu, you need to find a man."
"Sister Li, you're just teasing me."
"Oh, what are you teasing me about? Men can be lustful, but can't we women be? Your thinking is still stuck on the idea that marriage is about food and clothing. Do you really need to rely on a man? In all these years, which man have you relied on? We women can be lustful too, as long as we enjoy ourselves."
Zhu Shu blushed and scolded playfully.
"Oh, Sister Li, what are you talking about?"
"Those old ladies and gentlemen, the men they introduce to you are either leftovers or divorced, either they have problems, or they're cunning and think you're after their money. You've dealt with them so many times, don't you know what kind of people they are? What kind of man are you looking for? Get a puppy, someone to lick your boots until you're happy." Sister
Li gestured as she spoke.
"A dog!"
Zhu Shu stared wide-eyed at Sister Li, finding it unbelievable—a person and a dog!
"What are you thinking! You're only in your thirties, how can you be like those old fogies? 'Little puppy' means someone like Wang Hu, young and strong. Boys like that aren't scheming, don't care about money, are healthy, and are driven by lust. They want it every night, and can do it several times a night. Compare that to those thirty- or forty-year-old men. Putting everything else aside, who's more enjoyable in bed? Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of men. I can tell what size this 'Little Wang' is just by looking through his pants. If you hook him, you'll be ecstatic."
"Sister Li, you're just teasing me..."
Zhu Shu scolded Sister Li, but these words were like a seed planted in her heart. Alone in this city, if she couldn't meet the right person, why couldn't she be herself? She had already broken away from her family and become unconventional; why should she follow those old rules again? Besides, what trouble didn't she have back home? She thought of the women who had entered the factory with her years ago. Many of the more outgoing ones, even those less attractive than her, were married. Those like her, who were less outgoing, mostly returned to their hometowns, ultimately becoming rural housewives, bearing children for their husbands, living at the mercy of their in-laws, and unable to utter a sound at home unless they had a son. They were treated like mules. There were far too many examples like this in her hometown, which was why she had fled. Lost in thought, she finished perming Sister Li's hair, saw her out, and then stared blankly out the door until she felt someone shaking her.
"Sister Zhu, Sister Zhu, what are you doing? Why are you spacing out like that?"
Looking at Wang Hu, she felt Sister Li was right; a young boy, strong and healthy, with few worries.
"Where did you go today? Ugh, you smell like alcohol."
"I had some skewers with a few buddies and drank a few bottles. Sister Zhu, look, I brought you some too, have some and drink some."
She looked at the beer and barbecue Wang Hu brought back, glanced at the clock, and realized it was almost time to finish dinner. It wasn't the weekend, so she figured business wouldn't be much. She decided to go along with Wang Hu's suggestion, closed the shop, went upstairs, set up a table, cooked two more dishes, and started eating.
"Sister Zhu, have a drink too."
"I don't drink, you drink. How much did you drink today?"
"Hey, beer, it's like water. Three friends and I drank two cases today, and we split the third case and brought it back. Sister Zhu, you should drink some too, it's really good, refreshing, and you won't get drunk. It'll be gone in a pee."
"Vulgar. Come on, eat some food. Don't eat takeout and barbecue all the time, it's unhealthy."
"Nobody's cooking for me, Sister Zhu, why don't you cook for me?"
Zhu Shu blushed, remembering what Sister Li had said earlier.
"What are you saying? Look at you, you're so drunk you're talking nonsense."
"I'm not drunk, I'm serious, I really like you, Sister Zhu, you're a good person. I can still drink."
To prove he wasn't drunk, Wang Hu opened another bottle and drank straight from the bottle. Hearing him say he liked her and that she was a good person, Zhu Shu's heart fluttered. She snatched the bottle from Wang Hu.
"Alright, alright, I believe you're not drunk, don't drink anymore. I'll just have a sip."
Zhu Shu took a glass, poured herself a glass of beer, perhaps thinking back to her childhood. Although she didn't like her parents and relatives, she also recalled the scene of several families gathering together during the New Year, with men clinking glasses and drinking. Was the beer really that good? She picked up the glass and took a sip. The unique taste of beer made her feel refreshed but also had an endless bitterness. She stuck out her tongue.
"It tastes awful, why do you men like to drink this stuff?"
After saying that, she picked up the glass to pour it away. At this moment, Wang Hu reached out and grabbed the glass.
"Don't pour it, don't pour it, drink it!"
"Don't drink it, don't snatch it, hey, hey... ouch."
During the struggle for the wine, some was spilled, soaking Zhu Shu's clothes. A surge of anger welled up inside her, but when she looked up and saw Wang Hu's timid, guilty expression, her anger subsided. At that moment, Sister Li's words echoed in her ears like a devil's whisper, but she still lacked the courage. Thinking that alcohol emboldens the coward, she decided to go all out.
"Sister Zhu, don't be angry, I..."
"Alright, it's only natural for young people to let loose a little. I'll go crazy with you this once in a while. Open the bottles, drink!"
The two began opening bottles and drinking one after another. Zhu Shu drank one bottle, and Wang Hu could drink two. Seven or eight bottles were finished in no time. Perhaps it was her first time drinking, but Zhu Shu's face was flushed, and her mind was a little hazy. As for Wang Hu, who was drinking the second round, his face was already flushed, and there was no difference.
"It's hot, and the wet clothes are uncomfortable..."
Zhu Shu said, pulling at her clothes. She did it on purpose. Two bottles of beer shouldn't be enough to cause such a drunken outburst. To be precise, she was seducing Wang Hu, something she never dared to even consider before. Having suddenly overcome her inner conflict, she chose to let loose. Seeing Zhu Shu's top pulled down to just her bra, her hands still unhooking it behind her back, Wang Hu instantly sobered up. His face flushed even more, his breathing became heavier, and his erection pressed painfully against his crotch. He also wanted to let loose, but felt it was inappropriate.
"Zhu... Sister, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. Do you think I'm afraid of a little kid like you? When was the last time I touched your breasts? When you were breastfeeding?"
Zhu Shu chuckled as she continued undressing, eventually taking off her bra completely, her white breasts swaying in front of Wang Hu. Her face was burning red, but she knew deep down she was faking it. Once she took the first step, the rest became easier.
"Who, who said I haven't seen it? I've seen more movies than you've seen people!"
Wang Hu's eyes were dazzled by the swaying of her breasts, making his penis even harder and more painful. Zhu Shu saw Wang Hu's flushed face and his bulging pants and laughed even harder.
"Oh, on TV? Have you ever touched them, except when you were breastfeeding?"
"You, you...you're going too far!"
Wang Hu growled and reached out to grab Zhu Shu's breasts and started kneading them. *Slap!* Zhu Shu slapped Wang Hu's hand away.
"I said, a little kid is a little kid, you don't know how to be gentle. You're hurting me, be gentle, I'll help you grow up."
With that, Zhu Shu unbuttoned her pants, and they slid down until she was only wearing underwear and stockings.
"You asked for it!"
Wang Hu shoved Zhu Shu onto the bed, quickly pulled down his pants, and pounced on her. One hand kneaded her breast, while his mouth nibbled at her other breast, sucking and licking. His free hand reached for her panties, trying to pull them off. Zhu Shu moaned softly as she felt the stimulation, clutching her panties. She felt a burning heat all over her body; this was what she wanted, she needed this heat, she needed a man, even if he wouldn't support her.
"Sister Zhu, let go!"
Wang Hu felt his penis was about to explode, letting out a low growl like a tiger.
"Have you thought it through?"
"Let go!"
Zhu Shu released her hands, and Wang Hu pulled her panties down completely. Wang Hu eagerly gripped his penis, trying to align it with her opening. After several attempts, he finally found the right spot, feeling the wetness and warmth of her body. His penis thrust in impatiently.
"Ah... ooh..."
Zhu Shu had never been with a man before, so she didn't know the size of men. Compared to the average Asian size of 11 or 12, Wang Hu was at least 16, and thicker too. Wang Hu felt something blocking his way after inserting himself, and then remembered that there was such a thing as a hymen. He was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of surprise. He really didn't expect that Sister Zhu, who was over 30, was still a virgin. With a thrust of his waist, he broke through that membrane. Then he thrust forcefully. Zhu Shu endured the pain and gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. After all, the soundproofing was really bad, and it wouldn't be good if the group of people playing mahjong heard them. The first time having sex usually doesn't last long. Although the alcohol numbed her sense of touch, Wang Hu was still a virgin. The intense thrusting and the stimulation of entering a hole for the first time made him surrender in less than 5 minutes. With a violent thrust to the very end and a tremor, Zhu Shu felt a surge of heat inside her body and then panicked.
"How could you ejaculate inside? What if I get pregnant!"
Wang Hu suddenly realized the problem was indeed serious. His mind raced, and he thought of birth control pills.
"Sister Zhu, don't worry, you can take the pill. I'll go buy some now."
Without even washing up, Wang Hu threw on some clothes and left the barbershop through the back door. He ran out of the neighborhood, grabbed a shared bike, and sped off. The nearest pharmacy was two or three miles away. Zhu Shu went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started washing herself. She felt the semen flowing down her legs, so she continued washing with the showerhead. After washing, she didn't put on any clothes and just lay on the bed, lost in thought. To be honest, the first time wasn't great. It hurt, and Wang Hu was rough, but it was still pleasurable for her to experience sex for the first time in over thirty years. It would probably get more and more exciting in the future. Thinking about Wang Hu's size and vigor, she smiled from the bottom of her heart. This was a little puppy, so good. She slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Sis, the medicine's here, take it quickly."
After what seemed like an eternity, Zhu Shu felt someone shaking her. Opening her eyes, she saw Wang Hu, covered in sweat. She took out the medicine, poured herself a glass of water, and swallowed it in one gulp. She glanced again at the boy she had just been intimate with, not even realizing that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. Then she noticed the medicine Wang Hu had bought. This kid hadn't just bought medicine, he'd also bought condoms.
"You little brat, you've got some nerve."
"Sis, I drank too much, I won't do it again."
"Won't do it? Then why did you buy condoms!"
Seeing Wang Hu grinning foolishly, Zhu Shu's face hardened.
"You need to understand the nature of this today. Whether it's consensual or rape depends on my word."
"Sis, I..."
Wang Hu was clearly terrified. He hadn't expected the person he'd just been passionately intimate with to turn around and hold a knife to his throat.
"There's a significant age gap between us, I know that. We both had a few drinks and got a little impulsive. It's not entirely your fault, but you can't entirely blame no one either."
Wang Hu listened nervously to Zhu Shu's words, feeling like he'd lost his mind. He'd just bought medicine, and then the shopkeeper, with his suggestive gaze, slipped him two boxes of condoms, and he'd inexplicably brought them back without refusing.
"I don't have a man, and to be honest, I'm lonely. You made me feel good, and that's it. I was planning to just leave after we were done, so you better watch out."
Wang Hu understood this time and was overjoyed. He hugged Zhu Shu and kissed her passionately several times, then whispered in her ear that she was a good person and that he was so kind, making Zhu Shu's heart flutter again. Of course, she didn't notice the cold glint in Wang Hu's eyes. Wang Hu wasn't a virgin; he hung out with a bunch of thugs all day and had some money, so naturally, there were young girls clinging to him. Never touched a breast or fucked a pussy? That was impossible. It was just that Wang Hu was young and naturally had inexhaustible energy to release. After a while of French kissing Zhu Shu, he started attacking her breasts. Although he had just ejaculated, he had only rested for less than half an hour before his penis was hard again.
"This time, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, sister."
He tore off a condom, put it on, and pounced on Zhu Shu's body again, trembling. Having just ejaculated and wearing a condom, and with Wang Hu less impulsive this time and paying attention to his rhythm, Zhu Shu felt a little pain in her vagina after being penetrated for more than half an hour. She urged Wang Hu to finish before he finally ejaculated. This time, Zhu Shu truly experienced a climax, and more than once. Now she felt it was so good to trust Sister Li. Looking at Wang Hu beside her, and then thinking about Xiao Song, the blind date she had a few days ago, they were simply incomparable—a cute little puppy, so nice. Wang Hu simply didn't go home. Despite his tall and strong physique, Wang Hu still snuggled up to Zhu Shu's chest and fell asleep. The next day, Zhu Shu didn't wake up until the afternoon, while Wang Hu got up early, cleaned up the mess, threw the clothes into the washing machine (not opening it for fear of waking Zhu Shu), and opened the shop downstairs to welcome customers. Although no customers came in, this feeling made Zhu Shu feel good. Wang Hu flatteringly brought Zhu Shu the takeout to her bed.
"Sister, it's a pity it's cold, but you'll have to make do."
"You, living alone, you should learn to cook. Takeout isn't very healthy."
Looking at Wang Hu's chuckle, Zhu Shu knew he wouldn't listen. To put it bluntly, it was a generation gap; there was a gap in their thinking, and actually, there was one in their bodies too, but it didn't matter.

For a whole month, Wang Hu and Zhu Shu were practically inseparable. Except for her period and Sundays, when Wang Hu's father went home and he had to go home too, they spent their time together almost daily, sometimes two or three times a day. Zhu Shu's complexion became increasingly rosy, while Wang Hu looked noticeably weaker. Zhu Shu's demands on Wang Hu also increased; the time couldn't be too long or too short, and she needed to have an orgasm. After Sister Li came again, Zhu Shu demanded that Wang Hu lick her vagina. After being licked once, Zhu Shu opened a new door, wanting Wang Hu to lick her every day. Today was the weekend, and Wang Hu went home. Zhu Shu remembered her conversation with Sister Li last time, and her lower body became aroused again.
"Oh, Zhu Shu, you've found a younger puppy, huh? You look different now. Are you enjoying it, Wang Hu?"
"No, Sister Li, you just like to tease me. Xiao Hu is a good boy. Besides, we live in the same neighborhood, we see each other all the time. Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow." "
Hehe."
Sister Li clearly didn't believe Zhu Shu's words, but didn't expose her. After thinking for a while, she started talking to Zhu Shu about her experiences.
"Girl, let me tell you, a woman needs to know how to enjoy herself, to enjoy herself while lying down. When a young man licks you, you have to let him really lick you. I've been to a club where the young man licks your breasts, your pussy, your feet, licks you until you're in heaven. He even licks your anus after you pay, and while he's licking you, you fart and say it smells good. The feeling, tsk tsk~"
Zhu Shu blushed crimson and forgot her words, feeling both perverted and excited after a while. Imagining Wang Hu licking her entire body, her vaginal fluids overflowed, and her panties were soaked.
"What is all this nonsense? Sister Li, if you say that again, I'll get angry!"
Despite saying this, that very night Zhu Shu let Wang Hu lick her pussy. The feeling was much better than fingers. From then on, she wanted Wang Hu to lick her every day, even going upstairs for a while at lunchtime when no one was around. Unfortunately, Wang Hu wasn't there today. Licking her pussy was so pleasurable, next time she wanted him to lick her feet. She wondered when she could get him to lick her anus.

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