Gurgle!
I stared at those two wobbling delights, my mouth going dry and my tongue burning with thirst.
I recalled the erotic scene I spied through the hole in the wall last night, her tender white, enchanting body, the immaculate Peach Garden, and her soul-stealing moans of abandon, all of which made my blood boil…
First thing in the morning, I was already feeling frisky, and the slightest provocation had me standing tall, swollen and fierce, quivering with each beat.
Fearing she might see, I quickly covered myself with a towel.
"Hello, I just moved in yesterday." I waited for her to stand up, grab some tissues to wipe again, then politely said.
"Oh!"
She glanced at me, smiled cordially, and we made small talk for a bit.
Her name was Zhou Yaoyao, a student at a nearby university, in her senior year, 22 years old, which surprised me a bit because she looked quite young, with a sort of raw, youthful charm.
