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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

right hand along her smooth and flat “plain” till her

trousers’ belt but couldn’t move on. Her belt was too

tight for me to slip my hand under. She stood there

like a log. I untied her belt and moved my right hand

into her trousers. I slipped my hand through the

“small wood” and reached the “bottomless abyss”.

At this point my heart was beating so fast and

heavily that I could hear its sound. I stopped for a

moment and then thrust one of my fingers into it. I

found the inside of it was warm and wet. I moved my

finger up and down. She groaned repeatedly as if she

had gone into a dreamland. I took my finger out but

she got hold of it and put it in again.

Then, all of a sudden, she flared up. She took my

finger out and pushed me away. She cursed me

harshly, “Damn it! You really are a lecher! You look

honest outwardly but actually you are not honest at

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