Wife was raped by a stall owner at the market

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I strolled over to a stall. The owner was a dark-skinned, strong-looking man. The vegetables he sold were quite good, very fresh. The cucumbers were thick and long, the radishes were large and white, and the leaves were glistening with water droplets, as if they had just been picked—very appealing. My wife picked them up. The stall was a concrete platform on all four sides, slightly higher than waist-high. As my wife leaned forward, I noticed the owner staring intently at her chest. I couldn't help but feel a little smug. Hehe, my wife has big breasts, right? You'll be drooling, but you can't touch them, not even see them. They're mine, haha. Some might ask, "Aren't you jealous when someone stares at your wife?" In today's society, many women dress more revealingly; there's no end to jealousy. Besides, my wife dresses on the more conservative side; it's not her fault her breasts are large and can't be fully covered by her clothes. I have no reason to be jealous about this, and besides, if I were jealous about this, I'd be consumed by jealousy every day. When my wife isn't around, countless men stare at her breasts, fantasizing. What they think, can I stop them? They can only dream; my wife is mine. My wife suddenly needed to pee and asked the vegetable vendor, "Sir, where's the toilet?" The vendor replied, "I need to go too, I'll take you!" "Okay, thank you!" Then my wife said, "Honey, wait for me, I'll be right back!" A little while later, my wife still hadn't returned, and I didn't know if she had a big or small pee. I also needed to pee, so I asked about the toilet and went. To be honest, the market toilet was really bad, tucked away in a secluded corner. The door handle was missing, and there was a large hole in the door through which you could see inside. It was also small and a bit dirty. As I peed, I wondered, wasn't the vegetable vendor also using the toilet? But I didn't see him. I hadn't run into him on the way here either. This market isn't big; it's impossible we didn't see each other. Thinking about the vegetable vendor's lustful gaze towards my wife, a sudden urge to seduce her arose within me. I really enjoy those erotic stories online about wife-sluts and girlfriend-humiliation, and I often fantasize about my wife being fucked. Suddenly, I vaguely saw my wife in the toilet, being vigorously fucked by a dark-skinned, burly vegetable vendor. I couldn't resist going to the women's restroom door; the doorknob was gone, and I peered through the large hole. Instantly, my adrenaline surged, and my penis became erect, almost bursting through my jeans. I saw my wife pressed against the toilet wall, her hands gripping the wall, her pretty face pressed against the tiles, her body bent at a 90-degree angle, her big buttocks sticking out, her two straight, slender legs spread apart, her short skirt pushed up to her waist, and her underwear hanging on one ankle. The vegetable vendor was behind my wife, his rough hands gripping her slender waist, his big buttocks thrusting forward wildly, making my wife's plump buttocks slap and slap, waves of flesh rippling through her. His wife's blouse and jacket had long been unbuttoned, and the top of her cheongsam was open, revealing her two breasts hanging in a lewd and beautiful papaya shape, swaying back and forth with the vegetable vendor's thrusts, slapping against the tiles on the wall with a slapping sound. His wife was shorter than the vegetable vendor, so the vigorous thrusting made her feel very uncomfortable; her body arched forward, her sexy little feet rising and falling, the heels of her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor. "Oh, oh, oh!" His wife swayed her long, flowing hair, looking extremely lewd and seductive: "Oh, no, ah, don't fuck me anymore, oh, I'm newly married, oh, I can't be fucked by you, ah, it's so big, I'm going to be torn apart, ah ah! Stop!" The vegetable vendor actually stopped and pulled his penis out. Good heavens, his penis was huge, as thick as a wrist, jet black and shiny, with bulging veins; even with half the glans still inside his wife's body, it was already 25 or 26 centimeters long. The vegetable vendor shook his penis, rubbing it incessantly against his wife's wet vulva. His wife breathed softly, murmuring, "No, I just got married, don't fuck me, I have a husband, oh!" Soon her breathing grew heavier, her fair buttocks swaying up and down and side to side with the vendor's penis. The vendor gripped his penis, rubbing it against his wife's vulva, teasing her until her vulva turned and turned, incredibly wanton, her vagina making squelching sounds. His wife gently pressed her buttocks down, seemingly trying to catch the head of his penis, but she couldn't. So the initially slight movements became more obvious; I could clearly see her thrusting her buttocks back and forth, trying to grasp his penis. But the vendor was cunning; his penis kept slapping against her buttocks, vulva, and perineum. The vendor gripped his penis, pointing it at his wife's opening. His wife thrust back, and *plop*, the large head of his penis slid in accurately. And I saw a happy smile flicker in the corner of his wife's tearful eyes. However, immediately, the vegetable vendor flicked his penis upwards, and it sprang out again. He rubbed it against his wife's anus and teased her labia. After a while, he held his penis to her vaginal opening, and she thrust her hips forward, enveloping the glans. The vegetable vendor teased his wife repeatedly, as if toying with a shameless prostitute. Finally, after several times, his wife couldn't resist the teasing. As she once again enveloped his glans, she tried to thrust her hips back further, but the vegetable vendor grabbed her plump, white buttocks, preventing her from moving an inch. "Mmm, no!" she seemed to be softly whimpering. Feeling the strength and persistence of her thrusts, the vegetable vendor smiled contemptuously, suddenly released his grip, and thrust his thick waist forward violently. His wife's buttocks couldn't stop and slammed violently against his penis. *Smack!* A loud, crisp sound! His wife's plump buttocks rippled violently. Ah! My wife screamed, "So deep! You're fucking my uterus!" After thrusting deeply into her for a few seconds, the vegetable vendor pulled his penis out. My wife, waiting for his next move, felt disappointed, yet also guilty as a wife. But she only lasted a few seconds; her lower body was unbearably aroused, and she involuntarily twisted her hips, trying to find solace. But the vegetable vendor, just like before, teasingly slapped her buttocks and vulva with his penis, without penetrating her. My wife's movements intensified. After a while of teasing, the vegetable vendor grabbed my wife's buttocks, aiming his penis at her vagina again. My wife's large buttocks pushed back, but the vendor grabbed them. While continuing to push back, she whispered, "No!" When he felt my wife's thrusting was strong enough, the vegetable vendor, just like before, suddenly released her and thrust his penis in hard. My wife screamed again as he fucked her. He toyed with my wife like this repeatedly. Several times, whenever she wanted it, he deliberately refused. He used this method to tell my wife that he was the one in control of the game, and that he could decide when and how to have sex with her. He was waiting for my wife to give in and beg for mercy. Finally, after several attempts, just as he was about to withdraw after thrusting deep inside her again, his wife grabbed his waist and whispered, "No, please, no!" "Haha, you slut, what do you mean 'don't want me to fuck you,' or 'don't want me to stop, keep fucking you!'" His wife blushed and said, "Please, I have a husband, give me some dignity, okay?" "Fuck, you cheap bitch, what dignity do you have!" The vegetable vendor said arrogantly, "Today, if you don't beg me to fuck you, I won't fuck you. I respect chaste sluts like you. I won't just fuck other people's wives, it's illegal. But if someone else's wife begs me to fuck her, I'll reluctantly fuck her for fun, just like fucking a whore!" "You!—" His wife was speechless with shame and anger. The vegetable vendor continued to tease her, his penis slapping her buttocks, the sound like a rider using a whip to tame a mare. I understood that the vegetable vendor wanted to tame my newlywed wife with his penis. After several times, the wife could no longer bear it and sobbed, "No!" "Slut, what do you mean 'no'? Do you mean you don't want me to fuck you, or you don't want me to stop, keep fucking you!" The wife said shamefully, "Don't stop!" "Don't stop, haha, you mean you want me to keep fucking you, right?" "Mmm!" The wife murmured softly. "Fuck, you want to be fucked, but you're shy. You have to beg me. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't say it? Hurry up!" "Please, fuck me!" "Louder!" Seeing that his wife had finally been tamed by his penis, the vegetable vendor was very pleased. At this moment, the wife had given up and shouted, "Please, fuck me, I want it, keep fucking me!" Haha, the vendor began to fuck my wife hard. The wife was being fucked back and forth, her plump buttocks shaking with a slapping sound, her vagina swaying back and forth, a sight to behold. The vegetable vendor, while fucking his wife, insulted her: "Haha, what a virtuous wife! Wives are so fucking good to fuck, such a virtuous wife. Fuck, you've only been married a few days and you're already begging to be fucked by others. I thought you were so chaste. Haha, your husband is so unlucky, marrying a slut that everyone wants to fuck. You've only been married a few days and you're already wearing a green hat. Who knows how many more green hats you'll have to wear in the future. Poor thing. Haha, you're so good to fuck, you slut! You're a whore and you still want a memorial arch!" As he spoke, the vegetable vendor imitated his wife's voice, saying, "No, please, she has a husband. Give her some dignity, okay?" "Haha," the vegetable vendor laughed wildly, "I'm dying of laughter! Fuck! You're such a virtuous wife!" As he spoke, he fucked her even harder. Tears welled in the wife's eyes, a mixture of shame and pleasure, but her body continued to respond to the vegetable vendor's thrusts. With each stroke, she groaned in pleasure, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoing. Humiliated, she pleaded, "Please, stop talking!" "Don't tell me! I'll tell you anyway!" the vegetable vendor cried.The boss enjoyed toying with other men's wives like this: "I just can't stand sluts like you who want to act virtuous while being a whore. You have to beg me to fuck you again, or don't even think about me doing it to you!" Although the wife was ashamed, having already been with him once, she wasn't very reserved anymore. She whispered, "Please, fuck me!" "Louder! And I want you to call out your husband's name and tell him that you begged me to fuck you!" Completely controlled by lust, the wife shouted, "Husband, I'm Zhishan. The vegetable vendor fucked me. I begged him to fuck me. Please, fuck me!" The last "fuck me" was almost a desperate cry from her. I knew that my wife had been completely conquered by the vegetable vendor, becoming his tool for sexual gratification. I stood outside, staring blankly through the keyhole, my hand involuntarily rubbing my crotch. The sight of my wife being fucked intensely stimulated me; this scene gave me a perverse excitement. At this moment, the vegetable vendor scooped up his wife, held her in his arms, and thrust into her while she was suspended in mid-air. The vegetable vendor, true to his reputation as a vegetable seller, possessed extraordinary strength. My wife, who was quite tall at 1.68 meters and weighed 48 kilograms, was effortlessly lifted into the air by him. With her suspended in mid-air, my wife instinctively wrapped her beautiful legs around the vegetable vendor's thick waist, her hands gripping his broad shoulders. The vegetable vendor's rough hands supported my wife's ample buttocks, and his penis thrust upwards wildly, causing my wife's graceful body to rise and fall in the air, bouncing and swaying, her penis circling and swinging wildly, an exaggerated, beautiful, and lewd sight; her long, beautiful legs encircled his thick waist, her graceful calves twitching up and down, her delicate feet trembling in her pink high heels, alluring and seductive! Being held in someone's arms and fucked like this means that your own weight, combined with the force of the other person's thrusts, is applied to your vagina, resulting in very deep penetration. The vegetable vendor's penis was completely inside; it's hard to imagine that my wife's vagina could hold such a huge thing, a full 30 centimeters long and as thick as a wrist. With each thrust, the vegetable vendor's penis almost completely withdrew, then slammed back in. The way my wife's cunt was being fucked was like an oval mouth, making a crisp, loud slapping sound! My wife had been completely fucked into submission, twisting her slender waist and actively cooperating with the other person's thrusts: "Oh, oh, fuck me to death, ah, ah, you're fucking my uterus! Oh, oh..." Damn, looking at her slutty state, maybe the penis really was being fucked into her uterus. Thinking about this, my penis was painfully hard! "Hehe, you slut, a slut like you, we call you a 'broken shoe' where I'm from, right? You're a broken shoe, aren't you!" "Ah, ah, I'm a broken shoe, fuck me! Fuck me!" Since his wife was asking like this, the vegetable vendor naturally did his best to satisfy his customer's needs. He thrust upwards roughly, fucking his wife until her body bounced up and down, her beautiful hair swaying gracefully in the air. The woman hung on the vegetable vendor, moaning lewdly, "Oh, oh, fuck me to death, ah, oh..." After a while, one of his wife's beautiful legs was lowered, so because she was shorter than the vegetable vendor, only her toes touched the ground; while the vegetable vendor lifted her other beautiful leg from her waist, raised it above her chest, and put her calf on his shoulder; the vegetable vendor grabbed his wife's shoulders and pressed them against his chest, so his wife was standing, her legs spread 180 degrees as the vegetable vendor fucked her. Throughout the whole process, the vegetable vendor's penis was always left from my wife's vagina and deeply inserted inside. As soon as his wife assumed a standing split, the vegetable vendor's penis began to thrust rapidly. Because his wife's shoulders were being forcefully pressed down, as his penis thrust upwards with great force, his wife inevitably experienced a series of loud slapping sounds as her vagina was penetrated, even her uterus was opened! "Haha, fuck, it's fucking good! You slut, you're so good to fuck! Fuck, your husband is still waiting for you at my vegetable stall to go to the toilet and come back, but he doesn't know that you've become a public toilet for me to fuck, haha, tell me, aren't you a public toilet?!" "No, oh, oh, I'm not a public toilet!" "Fuck, you dare say you're not a public toilet!" The vegetable vendor, enraged, thrust even harder and more frequently. "Ah, ah, no!" the wife groaned, begging for mercy. "You're killing me! Don't be so rough! Ah, ah, it's a public toilet! Ah, ah, it's a public toilet! Ah, good husband, please have mercy!" But the vegetable vendor seemed unsatisfied with her performance and showed no sign of stopping, continuing to thrust vigorously. "Ah, ah!" The wife was almost crying from the intense fucking. "Waaah, waaah, it's a public toilet! Ah, it's a public toilet that anyone can use! Good husband, ah, I've already admitted I'm a public toilet, please have mercy! I'll let you use me every day from now on! Ah, ah, please!" "Oh, my uterus is about to be ruined by your fucking! Ah, I'm newly married and you've already turned me into a public toilet! Please, have mercy on me, please, don't ruin me!" "Hehe," the vegetable vendor seemed satisfied with his wife's performance and stopped fucking her: "Serves you right for not admitting you're a public toilet!" But, vegetable vendor, if you stop, your wife's lower body will be in excruciating pain. She keeps twisting her waist and thrusting her cunt, but the movements are small and not enough to relieve the itch. She begs again: "Oh, good husband, I'm a public toilet, please fuck me, come and use the public toilet!" "Haha, if you want me to fuck you, just shout loudly: 'I'm a public toilet!'" "Shout it once and I'll fuck you ten times, hurry up and shout it!" the vegetable vendor said smugly. "I'll shout, I'm a public toilet!" My shameless wife immediately shouted it. Sure enough, the vegetable vendor started fucking her hard, and my wife kept shouting, "I'm a public toilet, I'm a public toilet, I'm a public toilet..." Watching my wife so horribly aroused, begging a dirty vegetable vendor to fuck her, my penis was painfully hard, but I could only watch helplessly as the vegetable vendor used my wife's cunt to relieve his itch, and I could only endure it! So the vegetable vendor held my wife and fucked her in this shameful position for about five minutes, when suddenly. My wife cried out "Ah!" and her legs, which were resting on the vegetable vendor's shoulders, suddenly straightened, her jade feet pointed, and her insteps bent exaggeratedly, pushing up her crimson high heels, her trembling toes dangling in the air, obviously my wife was about to climax. But at this moment, the vegetable vendor stopped fucking her! My wife immediately felt empty and cried out in distress, "Don't stop, please, hurry up, fuck me hard! It's a public toilet, it's a public toilet!" She screamed loudly and wantonly, not caring if anyone heard. Luckily, the toilet was in a remote area, otherwise the whole market would probably know my newlywed wife was a public toilet. The vegetable vendor grinned wickedly and said, "If you fuck me any longer, I'll... I'll fuck you until you're pregnant, that's not a good idea!" Fuck your mother, now you realize it's not a good idea? Why didn't you feel anything was a good idea when you were fucking my wife earlier! At this point, his wife was completely consumed by desire and immediately cried out, "It's okay, fuck me, fuck me hard! It's a public toilet, a public toilet that anyone can use, anyone can ejaculate and urinate on. Just ejaculate, please fuck me quickly, ejaculate quickly, make my belly big!" "Really? Then I won't be polite. By the way, is there a charge for using a public toilet? This isn't a pay toilet, is it?" "Ah," his wife said, extremely horny, "Don't be polite, public toilets are for anyone to use. Fuck me quickly, fuck me quickly, it's a free public toilet, no charge, anyone can use it!" The vegetable vendor said jokingly, "This is a free public toilet, anyone can use it without paying!" "Yes, yes, it's a free public toilet, a free public toilet that anyone can use. Hurry up and fuck me hard, more..." "Shoot!" Seeing his wife's slutty state, the vegetable vendor couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her tightly and hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to crush her to death on his chest. His penis thrust rapidly and forcefully into her cunt, lifting her body off the ground again. Her two slutty legs trembled incessantly, going up and down: "Ah, I'm a public toilet, I'm a public toilet that anyone can use. Ah, ah, I'm a public toilet..." Amidst his wife's pitiful and lewd screams, the vegetable vendor's huge penis plunged into her cunt and wouldn't pull out. His full, large scrotum swelled and contracted like a blower, and his thick, hard penis also swelled and contracted, as if violently injecting something. I knew he had ejaculated deep inside my wife's uterus. "Oh," my wife's face was flushed with a lewd, almost drug-induced ecstasy. Her body limp and slumped against the vegetable vendor, she murmured, "Oh, so good, so good, all inside my womb! I'm a public toilet, shoot more!" After four or five powerful thrusts, the vegetable vendor suddenly pulled his penis out of my wife's cunt. He grabbed her full breasts with both hands, squeezing them until they were deformed and twisted, letting her body slide off him, kneeling on the ground, her breasts, stretched and deformed, hanging from her body. Meanwhile, the vegetable vendor's penis continued its journey from my wife's small... His semen slid over her stomach and breasts, covering my wife's hair and even her breasts. He then grabbed her hair and forced her head towards his still-erect penis. "Ugh..." With a sob, my wife's penis slid down into her mouth and throat, her throat heaving as he ejaculated. When the vegetable vendor finally pulled out his slightly limp penis, my wife was completely limp on the floor. He was holding her by her hair, and when he released her, she fell backward onto the filthy toilet floor, her body convulsing.Her nipples trembled and swayed. "Fuck, you slut, so easily fucked, you're already down after just a few strokes," the vegetable vendor said, kicking his wife's open cunt with his stinky foot. Seeing that his wife didn't react, he stomped his big foot on her slightly swollen belly and crushed it hard: "Fuck, don't play dead, I haven't fucked enough yet!" "Aaaaah!—" his wife screamed, and as if by reflex, she sat up with a thud, her hands weakly holding the vegetable vendor's thick legs, her beautiful eyes half-rolled back, tears streaming down her face, she groaned in a miserable voice: "Aaaaah, don't step on me, my uterus is going to burst, ah!" The vegetable vendor watched triumphantly as his wife's cunt spurted out more than a meter of semen as he crushed it, then crushed it a couple more times. When he released his foot, his wife lay on the ground like a discarded rag. The vegetable vendor, grabbing one of his wife's large breasts, dragged her against the wall like a dead dog: "Fuck, I've had enough of this public toilet, keep fucking me!" Then he positioned her head down, back against the wall, her legs spread in an inverted "V" shape on either side of her breasts, pressing her against the wall, making her look like she was folded in half against the toilet wall. Then, his already hard penis, from top to bottom, forcefully pounded into his wife's vagina. Damn, this guy's sexual prowess is amazing; he just ejaculated, and less than a minute later, his penis was hard as steel again. He quickly used his weight, like laying a foundation, heavily impacting his boss's vagina. The wife passively endured the force of the thrusts, her brows furrowed, her beautiful legs straightened, her breasts heaving, reaching the peak of her arousal. Her small mouth reflexively murmured, "I'm a public toilet, I'm a public toilet!" Because she had been saying "I'm a public toilet!" before she passed out, it had become a conditioned reflex in her subconscious; whenever she was fucked, she involuntarily said, "I'm a public toilet!" The vegetable vendor laughed, "Fuck, you slut, you're a born public toilet!" "So, she's been fucked senseless, yet she keeps saying she's a public toilet, as if she's afraid no one will know she's a public toilet that everyone can use, haha, your husband is truly blessed to have married you, he deserves to be cuckolded! Haha, fuck, fuck you to death, you slut!" "Ah, ah, I'm a public toilet, ah, I'm a public toilet that everyone wants to use!" As the vegetable vendor fucked her vigorously, the wife screamed even louder, her toes gripping the ground, her heels gradually spreading outwards until her toes were pressed against the wall. The wife seemed to be unable to withstand the vegetable vendor's fucking any longer, her body slowly sliding down as if she were both defiant and forced to submit, her beautiful legs spreading wider and wider, bravely and laboriously supporting herself as she was fucked. After a hundred or so thrusts, the vegetable vendor pulled out his penis, grabbed the wife's plump buttocks with his large hands and forcefully pried them apart, like a hollow cabbage being violently torn open, revealing the crimson heart of the cabbage. My heart skipped a beat, a strong premonition of something bad. The vegetable vendor's penis was already pressing against the other vagina right next to my wife's. I screamed "No!" in my heart, trying to stop him, but he had already thrust into my wife amidst her screams of "Ahhh!", his penis shoving into her anus. I felt a pang of bitterness and utter distress. My wife was very dignified and conservative at home, always making love in the missionary position, never even allowing me to doggy style, let alone touch her anus or mouth. But today, in this chaotic toilet of the vegetable market, she was not only raped in a very lewd position by a vegetable vendor, but she also admitted to being a public toilet, was given oral sex and ejaculated into by him, and finally, was brutally fucked in the anus. The fucking was so sudden and forceful that my wife cried out, completely losing control. Her body jerked downwards, her pretty head already touching the filthy toilet floor, her legs trembling and spreading wider. Instinctively, she grabbed her ankles to prevent further loss of control, but with a scream of "Ah!" she opened her beautiful eyes, awakened by the fucking. "No, my asshole's been torn, ah!" she immediately begged for mercy. The vegetable vendor didn't care about her. She wasn't his wife anyway; if he fucked her to death, what did it matter to him? He grabbed his wife's buttocks with his large hands, his fingers digging deep into her soft, supple flesh. Using his heavy weight, he pressed down hard. "Ah!" His wife was forced lower again, her pink back and jade shoulders touching the ground, her pretty head facing upwards, her plump buttocks split open, her beautiful legs forming a straight line, her open vulva dangling in the air facing her face, as if she had been pressed down and folded in half. His wife seemed to struggle to straighten herself, but the vegetable vendor's strong body, using its weight, steadily pressed her down in this lewd position, his huge penis slowly and faster thrusting. "Mmm, mmm, ah, ah!" His wife weakly gripped her ankles with her small hands, her toes digging into the ground, trying to make a final resistance. I don't know if it was because of her struggle or the vegetable vendor's forceful thrusting, but my wife's plump buttocks rhythmically rose and fell, making a slapping sound. Her beautiful, elastic flesh trembled in waves, as if welcoming the vegetable vendor's thrusts. My wife seemed to be putting up a defiant resistance, but as her buttocks were pressed lower and lower, I knew she had been fucked into submission. Finally, my wife's toes, which were tightly gripping the ground, also gave up resisting, being fucked off the ground. With each rise and fall of her buttocks, her toes and high heels tapped against the ground in rhythm with the fucking. My wife has a very flexible waist and a very elastic butt, so she bounces around as the vegetable vendor fucks her. The vendor, using her momentum, can fuck her even harder and more effortlessly, making her scream, "Ah, ah, I'm a public toilet! Wow, you're fucking me to death! Ah, I'm a public toilet!" From my angle, it's even more stimulating. I can almost see my wife as a fleshy cushion, a fleshy stool, being sat on by the vegetable vendor, the "stool" swaying and thumping under the weight, as if it's about to break at any moment. Or perhaps my wife is a warhorse gradually being subdued, being ridden by a proud general, the horse occasionally neighing in submission. What's even more despicable is that the vegetable vendor, not satisfied with just that kind of fucking, would sometimes jump up and use his heavy body, with the force of gravity, to pound my wife down on top of me. Each time, my wife would let out a heavy groan, "Ah!" indicating she was completely submissive. Perhaps it was these repeated, ten or so heavy thrusts that slowly brought her to her knees. Eventually, she would hold her legs up with her wrists, completely opening her cunt to receive his heavy fucking, like a sex toy, letting him ravage her, fucking her in all sorts of ways! The vegetable vendor thrust hundreds of times, then quickly pulled out his penis and shoved it into his wife's vagina, thrusting again in the same way. His wife was like a spring-loaded chair, her bouncy waist and buttocks bouncing up as the vendor thrust into her again, only to be bent back down by his thrusts, bouncing up and bending again, repeating this over and over. I was afraid he'd break her back, but I was also excited, watching helplessly. His wife was moaning and groaning, constantly saying things like, "I'm a public toilet, I need to be fucked." Judging from her constantly swollen belly, I could easily guess that her vagina was being penetrated very deeply. I could imagine the vendor's large glans thrusting deep into her warm womb, all the way in, deep inside. His wife was experiencing both pain and pleasure. After another hundred or so thrusts, the vegetable vendor shoved his cock back into her asshole, fucking her hard a hundred or so times. He pressed his greasy, smelly cock against my wife's mouth, the head of it pressing against her lips. She moaned, opening her cherry-like mouth, and the vendor thrust his cock in forcefully. Amidst her whimpering cries, it plunged all the way in. I couldn't believe my very clean wife would behave like this. She often says my cock is horny and refuses to touch it, let alone put it in her mouth. But putting aside the fact that the vegetable vendor's smelly cock hadn't been washed in days, and just now he was fucking her asshole, and my wife didn't seem to mind the filth at all. She was drooling from being fucked by this dirty, smelly cock, not resisting at all, as if it were delicious. Damn, so cheap! The vegetable vendor fucked her beautifully for over a hundred strokes, then pulled out and fucked her cunt again. His cock kept going back and forth between her anus, mouth, and cunt, switching holes every hundred or so strokes, fucking whichever hole he wanted. The vegetable vendor fucked faster and faster, over a thousand strokes, finally his cock was flying inside my wife's cunt, making her squirt everywhere. My wife twisted her ass even more lewdly, suddenly she cried out, her beautiful legs straightened, her toes gripping the ground, her slender waist arching upwards, trying to lift her body higher. The vegetable vendor sensed the beauty's reaction beneath him, jumped up, and thrust down with his weight, his feet leaving the air, landing on the back of my wife's legs. My wife, clearly at her limit, her resilient and powerful body held the vegetable vendor's 180-pound frame aloft, allowing his enormous penis to penetrate deeply into her womb. The contractions were intense, each one causing her vagina to gush with fluid. Her legs, buttocks, and body trembled as if on the verge of a seizure. With each tremor, her buttocks lowered further, pressing against her face. My wife was like an unyielding horse, stubbornly resisting. But then, the vegetable vendor suddenly pulled his penis out and thrust it back in, pounding into her anus. This was like the final straw that broke the camel's back. My wife let out a scream, a mixture of sobs, pain, and humiliation, as her large buttocks slammed heavily against her face, her lower abdomen pressed against her cheek, her mouth, vagina, and anus arranged in sequence. His penis gurgled as he ejaculated into her anus. My wife knew she had been fucked into submission, completely subdued. She knew her body would henceforth belong to...The vegetable vendor's toy was gone, and her cries of anguish turned into low, submissive sobs. The vegetable vendor then shoved his penis into her mouth, forcing her to silently whimper. Finally, he withdrew his penis, splattering semen on her pretty face, hair, and buttocks. She silently wept as she accepted it. When the vegetable vendor finished ejaculating, he inserted his still-erect penis back into her cunt, his large buttocks resting on her face. She offered no resistance, like a submissive slave. The vegetable vendor, sitting on her, seemed to savor the triumphant joy of conquering the young woman beneath him. He didn't slap her buttocks until his penis softened before leaving. However, he then placed his large, smelly foot on his wife's genitals, his toes digging into her vagina, his heel pressing against her face, like a triumphant general trampling on the noble head of his enemy, even though he was clothed. His wife, like all defeated warriors, silently accepted everything in humiliation, offering no further resistance. After I finished dressing, the vegetable vendor suddenly picked up a work camera from the side. Good heavens, the whole thing had been recorded! My heart was in turmoil; I didn't know what to do. He was filming my wife's face in close-up. I knew they were about to finish. With a troubled mind, I quietly slipped away. Before leaving, I heard the vegetable vendor say, "You slut, smile. So your bastard husband will know how I fucked you to a pulp when he sees this video later..."

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