Are there any couples in the Xiangyang area?

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Chapter Four: Waiting Hall.

I'm usually very busy and rarely go back to my hometown in the countryside. Seeing the weather getting hotter and hotter, the city is like a giant steamer, sweating profusely, I don't want to do anything, and I have no motivation to work. I thought I might as well take a leave of absence and go back to my hometown in the countryside. The air is fresh and the temperature is cool, perfect for escaping the heat.

I discussed it with my wife, and we took a few days off to go back to our hometown for a while. It had been a long time since we'd been back. My wife happily agreed. The next day, I took the day off. When I got home from work that day, I told my wife, "Let's buy the train tickets this afternoon, just in case we can't get them."

The station is very close to our home. When my wife and I got there, we found out there were no tickets left. The only available tickets were for the next day. We had no choice but to discuss it with my wife. We suggested we take the train back. My wife thought for a moment and said, "Okay, it's been so long since I've taken the train. It makes me nostalgic for the old days of train travel." When we arrived at the train station, I walked into the ticket hall, and it was packed with people! There was already a long queue at the ticket counter.

I had no choice but to join the queue, and my wife followed me, standing there the whole time. Every man passing by me kept staring at my wife. That's when I realized how provocatively she was dressed today; no wonder she always attracted men's attention.

She was wearing a strappy, U-neck tank top, and half of her 36D breasts were exposed, almost bursting out of the top. A deep cleavage was visible from the neckline, drawing the gazes of many men in line. Finally, it was

my turn. We bought tickets for the 11 PM train that night, but unfortunately, all the tickets were standing room only; there weren't a single seat available.

The ticket seller explained, "Because it's a through train, we can only sell standing tickets."

There was nothing we could do; we thought maybe we could find seats on the train. When we got home in the afternoon, my wife was packing her clothes. I watched as she picked out a few tank tops, hot pants, and thongs.

Seeing her choosing clothes, my lustful thoughts kicked in. I imagined her subtly revealing herself to others, and the thought excited me.

I often tell my wife, "If people are looking at you, it means you're still young and attractive. If one day you're naked and no one looks at you, then you're really old."

My wife thought about it and realized it was true. While you're young, you can wear whatever you want. My wife found a black Lycra fabric, wide-necked, tight-fitting mini-dress, with black sheer stockings and black lace-up high heels. Because she's tall, the mini-dress just barely covered her buttocks, clearly showing her thighs. When she bent over, her snow-white, full buttocks were clearly visible, with only a lace thong covering the cleft between her buttocks, making everyone's blood rush to their feet.

She rarely wears this dress out; she mostly wears it at home or for evening walks. When she first bought it, she wore it to work once, and all her male colleagues got erections. She hasn't worn it to work since.

My wife said, "This is too thin. You can see the shape of my breasts clearly, it's like I'm not wearing anything." Although it wasn't transparent, my nipples were very obvious. I said, "That's good, it can whet people's appetites. You're so naughty, I knew what you were thinking. You really want your wife to be seen by other people?"

"Next time I'll let someone else have sex with me in front of you, okay?" I said, "As long as you're happy, I'm just afraid you won't dare..."

Carrying bags of luggage and small gifts for relatives, we arrived at the train station. It was already past 9 pm. When we got to the waiting room, we looked around and saw many empty seats not far away. After putting down our luggage, we each played on our phones.

I said to my wife, "We'll get on the train separately and pretend we don't know each other. You're a beautiful woman, see if anyone will give you a seat?"

My wife laughed and looked at me, "You're such a pervert, always wanting your wife to be seen by other people." I said, "Don't you like showing off to others too?" This will also satisfy your needs, you little devil. It's been a long time since you've played, and today is a rare opportunity.

You said it yourself, do you want me to find you another seat?

While waiting for the train in the waiting room, I checked the time and it was already 10 o'clock. The long wait made me a little sleepy, so I stretched.

I told my wife, "I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back."

After I finished, I wandered around for a bit.

When I came back, I saw a man who looked like a migrant worker sitting opposite my wife from afar. He kept staring at her, constantly playing with his phone, sometimes pointing it at her. I wondered if he

was secretly taking pictures of her! Thinking about what my wife was wearing, I couldn't help but glance at her a few times myself, so it's no wonder he was watching. After discovering this, I wasn't jealous at all; instead, I felt excited. I secretly texted my wife, "Your chance has come! Someone's peeping at you, quite attractive! "

My wife replied, "I already knew. He sat down shortly after you left.

Honey… I'm getting a little aroused, what should I do? Look… his penis is already hard!

" At this point, my wife embarrassedly closed her legs. I quickly said, "Don't move, let him see. Just don't let him know you deliberately exposed yourself." Slowly, my wife opened her legs again. The man who looked like a migrant worker was wearing an old vest and floral beach shorts. Then I saw his crotch slowly bulge upwards, and he kept rubbing it with one hand. He kept pointing his phone at his wife, but his eyes were glued to her beautiful legs.

His wife pretended to continue playing with her phone, but she was already incredibly aroused. I went around to the back of the migrant worker to see if he was really taking pictures.

After circling around, I stood behind him and looked in his direction. I could see right up to my wife's skirt. Because of the heavy luggage she was carrying, all of it was placed in front of her feet, so her thighs were spread at a 35-degree angle and couldn't be closed.

Looking at his phone screen, I saw that he had indeed taken pictures of my wife, and he was engrossed in admiring them. The first picture was of my wife's delicate face and upper body, her white breasts mostly exposed, the nipples and shape very obvious. Through her clothes, I could vaguely see her pink nipples, erect and pushing against the fabric, as if they were about to burst out.

As he scrolled through his phone screen to the next image, this one was even more arousing. It was a close-up of his wife's underwear, clearer than anything he'd seen in real life. The image showed her thong, which was so small and narrow—only a finger's width of fabric—that it couldn't cover her thick pubic hair and labia majora at all.

The migrant worker zoomed in on the image, and I realized the thong was so thin it covered absolutely nothing. Looking closer, I saw that half of my wife's left brown labia minora was already exposed, and I could vaguely see the vaginal opening.

I glanced at my wife again and noticed that although she was on her phone, her face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven. She secretly glanced at the migrant worker, knowing he was secretly filming under her skirt, but she pretended not to know, emboldening him to look even more.

My wife enjoys being watched. She gets excited when she knows someone is spying on her. I can see that there are already traces of vaginal discharge from her lower body, wetting her thong. I can see that my wife seems to be getting restless. I know that she is itching down there and keeps shifting her buttocks, sometimes bringing her legs together and sometimes spreading them apart.

The wife deliberately stretched, straightening her legs, then pulling them back, only to open them again a moment later, this time wider than before, her skirt now riding up to her thighs.

The migrant worker took several more pictures of her under her skirt with his phone. Looking at the images, he saw that her labia minora, already quite large (a classic example of a "butterfly" type), were swollen and engorged with blood. The right labia minora, previously hidden by her crotch, were also swollen with arousal, slowly breaking free of her thong.

Now, her two wet labia minora were like flowers blooming before the migrant worker's eyes, with a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her opening. Some was absorbed by the crotch fabric, but most of it dripped down her anus and onto the chair.

Now, my wife's entire genitals were completely exposed to the migrant worker's eyes. Her dark, glossy pubic hair, her erect clitoris, her two wet, plump labia minora, even the vaginal flesh inside—all were clearly visible to him.

I looked at the migrant worker, panting heavily, his other hand rubbing his erect penis. It seemed his penis was quite large, almost overflowing his pants. Just as my wife was about to climax, and I sensed the migrant worker was nearing his end, an

announcement suddenly rang out in the waiting hall: ticket checking was about to begin. Everyone stood up to prepare to board and have their tickets checked. My wife, still somewhat ecstatic, sighed, stood up, glanced at me, then at the migrant worker's erect penis, before turning back, bending over, and calmly picking up her luggage. I heard the migrant worker's breathing become even heavier. Looking back at my wife, I realized that her skirt had ridden up a bit as she bent over, barely covering her anus.

My wife's buttocks, clad in a small thong, were askew, exposing her wet labia minora to the migrant worker's view once again. He could see her two soaked labia minora and pink vaginal opening, with semen flowing from her vagina down her hanging labia minora like spring dew gathering on the tips. At that moment, I sent my wife a text message saying, "You get your ticket and board the train first, I'll follow in a bit." After my wife left, the migrant worker immediately ran to the seat where my wife had been sitting, feeling the lingering warmth of her body with his hands. He discovered a large puddle of my wife's semen on the chair and was filled with excitement.

Just then, my wife turned around and saw the migrant worker wiping the semen off the chair with his fingers, smelling it, then putting it in his mouth and tasting it as if it were a delicacy, savoring every last drop. He licked the semen off the chair clean, drop by drop.

At this moment, my wife sent me a message saying, "Honey, am I really that horny? Look how much cum I've produced, and I saw him sucking my cum."

Later, my wife told me, "I knew the migrant worker across the street was peeping at me, and I got really excited. I also knew that my little thong couldn't cover my two large labia minora at all. It could have covered a little bit.

I was also a little aroused at the time, and I really wanted to show the migrant worker more, so I wiggled my hips, causing the crotch of my thong to shift slightly. If he had used his penis to penetrate me then, I wouldn't have objected."

The migrant worker looked up and saw my wife already in line. Not wanting to miss the chance to be behind her, he quickly followed her, carrying large bags. A long queue formed behind me, and I joined the line behind the migrant worker.

There were an unusually large number of people taking the bus today; I roughly counted, there must have been several hundred. It was crowded and packed, with people standing on both sides of me, some carrying large bags and small luggage, forming a long queue. The crowd behind me surged forward, pushing me forward as well, and I bumped into the migrant worker. At that moment, I saw his still-erect erection pressing against my wife's buttocks through his pants. The migrant worker nervously apologized to my wife, saying, "It's too crowded, I'm so sorry." My wife glanced back at the migrant worker, then at the long queue, while I winked at her, implying, "Is it nice to have the migrant worker's erection pressing against you like that?" My wife smiled knowingly and

replied, "It's okay, there are so many people today!" As she spoke, she very ladylike adjusted her skirt, from her back to her waist, down to her buttocks, and finally to the hem, smoothing it out and pulling it down a little.

At the same time, his hand deliberately touched the migrant worker's crotch, feeling his hard and thick penis. It looked like he was adjusting his skirt, but he really just wanted to feel how big the migrant worker's penis was. At this moment, his wife was already very excited.

As the crowd slowly moved, I deliberately pushed the migrant worker forward a little and said, "Brother, move forward a bit more, it's too crowded here." My wife, hearing this, blushed and glanced back at me and the migrant worker, saying, "Hey, you two guys behind, don't push, you're wrinkling my skirt." She then casually smoothed her skirt over her buttocks.

My wife knew that my lustful nature was acting up again, and she was saying this on purpose, partly to provoke me, and partly to prevent the migrant worker from suspecting her exhibitionism.

My wife was wearing a thin, form-fitting skirt, and the outline of her thong was visible through it, vaguely revealing the deep cleft between her round, perky buttocks. Seeing the migrant worker's erect penis, and imagining a beautiful woman with her buttocks pressed against his crotch but unable to penetrate her, he felt incredibly frustrated. I wanted to help this migrant worker, so I deliberately pushed him while carrying my luggage. The migrant worker's body pressed his genitals tightly against his wife's round buttocks.

At this moment, the migrant worker became nervous, afraid his wife would scold him, and quickly said, "Brother, don't push! I bumped into the pretty lady's buttocks! I'm sorry, it's okay, you didn't mean to. There are so many people, it's really crowded!

" Seeing his wife's nonchalant attitude, he didn't move away. At this point, I saw the migrant worker's courage grow, and he even tentatively bumped his groin against his wife's buttocks a few more times. Seeing that his wife still didn't react, the migrant worker thought, "Maybe my wife feels it's too crowded, and bumping is inevitable." Actually, his wife already knew that the few bumps he made were intentional; she was just pretending not to know to make him feel more at ease. Gradually, the migrant worker's courage grew, and now he pressed his entire genitals against his wife's buttocks, through the thin pants, against her taut... On her skirt.

We walked and stopped with the crowd, and I noticed something interesting: with each step, the migrant worker rubbed his crotch up and down against my wife's buttocks, slightly squatting down and then thrusting back up, repeating this action with each step.

After several repetitions, I noticed my wife's skirt was gradually being pulled up by the migrant worker's crotch, almost reaching her thighs, about to reveal her pink buttocks. I thought that if someone squatted down behind us and looked at us horizontally, they would definitely see my wife's two wet labia minora peeking out from under her thong. We were

almost at the ticket gate when I glanced at my wife and saw that her eyes were glazed over, and she was breathing heavily, as if she was about to climax? I'd seen my wife look like this so many times before she climaxed.

I muttered to myself . Wait, something's not right! Looking around, everything seemed normal. Could it be that being rubbed on the buttocks by a migrant worker's crotch could cause an orgasm?

At that moment, I pretended my shoelaces were untied, squatted down to tie them, and looked between the migrant worker's thighs. I saw my wife's small thong tightly constricting her buttocks, the thin crotch digging into her large labia minora, her thick pubic hair clearly visible.

My wife's two large labia minora were peeking out of her panties, hanging vertically there! Snow-white thighs plus half-exposed buttocks. From behind, it made me want to hug her tightly from behind and fuck her. Taking

a few more steps forward, I realized that the migrant worker's penis had somehow escaped from his pants. It was passing directly between my wife's thighs. My wife moved forward a little, and the migrant worker's penis retreated from her labia minora to her anus. Then the migrant worker moved forward a little, rubbing from her anus back to her labia minora and clitoris.

The migrant worker's pants had a small opening in the crotch, which was buttoned up for urination. Now, without the pants, his dark penis was pressed directly against his wife's vulva. Rubbing back and forth, he could see her dark pubic hair, wet labia minora, a tangled mess, and vaginal fluid still flowing out. His

20-centimeter penis was pressed against his wife's bare buttocks, rubbing against her exposed anus and labia minora as he walked, but he couldn't penetrate. It was almost his wife's turn to be checked; once she was out of the gate, there would be no more chances.

The migrant worker was getting anxious. Several times, just as his penis was about to push open her labia minora, with half the head inside, his wife would move and it would slip out again. Seeing that my wife was close to climaxing, and noticing her buttocks occasionally twitching back, I knew she wanted my penis to penetrate her, but couldn't make it too obvious. I decided to help the migrant worker brother out. I took out my phone and sent my wife a message: "Honey, you're horny. I saw someone trying to penetrate you with a penis. Cooperate!"

"The migrant worker brother behind you has a big penis. Does it feel good?"

At this moment, my wife's cheeks flushed, and she turned to look at me with hazy eyes, replying: "It feels good... Honey, I want it so much... What should I do?" "His penis is so big... I want him to penetrate me."

I replied: "Seeing you being penetrated by someone else arouses me too." "Try to bend over so he doesn't know you're doing it on purpose."

My wife is indeed a clever woman; she immediately thought of a good idea. "I understand." At this moment, my wife pretended that the ticket she was holding fell to the ground, and then naturally bent down to pick it up. This action caused my wife's skirt to ride up a little, revealing half of her breasts. Her round buttocks.

From where the migrant worker and I were looking, my wife's buttocks, her crotch still askew, revealed her two soaking wet labia and pink vaginal opening, once again completely exposed before our eyes. At such close range, her pink buttocks were right in front of the migrant worker's crotch, causing his penis to twitch a few times with stimulation. He dared not openly penetrate her; if his wife screamed, he would be in trouble… Little did he know, his wife was deliberately seducing him.

When she bent down to pick up the ticket, her buttocks naturally leaned back, pressing tightly against his erect penis. Who wouldn't be aroused by such a full, pink buttocks displayed before them? My wife was still bent over, not yet picking up the ticket, but her plump, pink buttocks were moving up and down, pressing against the position of my erect penis. At that moment, I saw the migrant worker's penis perfectly positioned against my wife's overflowing vagina, the large head already halfway inside.

It seemed the migrant worker wasn't very brave, so I thought I should help them, and also give myself the biggest thrill.

Then, I deliberately bumped the migrant worker's buttocks with my luggage, and unexpectedly, his 20-centimeter penis smoothly slid into my wife's pink vagina. My wife was taken aback by this sudden attack. He groaned, his legs buckled, and he saw the enormous penis thrusting deep into his wife's overflowing vagina. He trembled with excitement. "

What...what is that...inserting into me? Ah...it's so thick...quick...pull it out, I can't take it anymore..."

He saw his wife deliberately twisting her body, then thrusting against the migrant worker's groin twice before climaxing.

Just then, the ticket inspector called out, "Have you picked up your ticket? Hurry up, there's a long line behind you!!"

His wife, realizing it was her turn and not wanting to be recognized, immediately straightened up and grabbed her ticket. Ignoring the fact that the migrant worker's penis was still inside her vagina, she took a step forward, and his penis slipped out.

Seeing his wife hand the ticket to the ticket inspector, the migrant worker, whose penis was still erect and hadn't yet reached orgasm, quickly used his luggage to cover his groin and straighten it.

Without the obstruction of his penis, the semen inside his vagina flowed out like a burst dam. At this moment, his wife pulled up her skirt, ignoring the wetness below, grabbed her luggage, and left, leaving me and the migrant worker speechless.

Chapter Five: Passionate Ticket Inspection Before Boarding

Enters the Month After we left the stage, my wife walked ahead, her round buttocks swaying as she walked. Even I was excited watching her, let alone others. Then I saw the migrant worker carrying luggage, following behind my wife. I looked around at the large, dark crowd.

Although I had a lustful thought, I still needed to protect my wife's safety. I stayed close to her, pretending to be a stranger. The three of us walked and chatted. I specifically asked my wife's name so the migrant worker would know we didn't know each other. "Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

My wife replied, "My name is Xiaoxia! And you, brother?"

"My name is Dajun," one of the migrant workers chimed in, "and my name is Guozhu, but everyone calls me Zhuzi!"

After everyone introduced themselves, we quickly became acquainted. Then, Zhuzi enthusiastically ran to his wife's side, his eyes fixed on her half-exposed breasts, and said, "Xiaoxia, let me help you with your luggage! You look quite tired!"

His wife, seeing his direct gaze and his staring at her breasts, felt a little agitated but pretended not to notice and let him look. She politely declined slightly, saying, "No need." "I can carry it myself,"

Zhu Zi said, taking the opportunity to grab his wife's hand. "It's my pleasure to help a beautiful lady carry it, so don't be shy." His wife said, "Okay, thank you." At that moment, I saw Zhu Zi deliberately brush his arm against his wife's breasts as he picked up the luggage, and I watched as her breasts swayed.

I said, "Let's hurry up and get on the train, or we won't have any seats left!" When we arrived at the platform, it was already crowded with people. My wife wasn't strong enough to squeeze onto the train, but alas... she was pushed out by others and couldn't get on.

Seeing my chance, I rekindled my desire to expose my wife. I deliberately said to her, "With so many beautiful women, it must be difficult to get close. How about I help you?" "I'll push you along; it'll be easier that way." "Okay! Thank you!" I took my luggage and walked behind my wife, pushing her back with one hand as we squeezed through the crowd. Watching my wife's fair breasts being pressed against the backs of men in front of her, then against other men, her breasts being deformed and about to be exposed, I felt another surge of excitement.

After much effort, we finally reached the train door and onto the steps. I noticed that my wife's bodycon skirt, being too tight, had shifted slightly to the left in the crowd, revealing a large portion of her left breast. The collar was just touching her nipple, and half of her areola was visible.

At this moment, Zhu Zi also saw his wife's exposed breasts. I saw Zhu Zi's eyes widen and his mouth almost watering. He wished he could go up and lick them.

Zhu Zi shouted, "I...I...I'll help you too!" His words became somewhat stuttering. As he spoke, Zhu Zi reached out and supported his wife's back, calling out, "Walk a little further, you in front!"

When they were going up the stairs, because the stairs were high and steep, as soon as his wife took a step, I saw her skirt ride up to her buttocks because it was too tight. When she reached the second step, I saw that half of her buttocks were already exposed, and I felt a little excited again.

After his wife reached the third step, she was stuck there and couldn't move because the train stairs were quite steep. We were still standing on the first step, with our luggage between us. Our height was just the same as his wife's waist. If we bent down even slightly, we could see the view under her skirt. Zhu Zi and I were behind her, admiring his wife's fair thighs and half-exposed buttocks. At this moment, his wife turned around and saw the two of us staring blankly at her buttocks. Neither

Zhu Zi nor I noticed that his wife was staring at us. Suddenly, she stuck her buttocks out, whether on purpose or not, I don't know.

At that moment, we were both stunned. Her sexy buttocks were facing us, swaying back and forth. Her thighs were slightly parted. My wife was wearing a thong that tightly hugged her buttocks, the thin string digging into her large labia minora. Her brown labia minora were parted to the sides, revealing a glimpse of her vaginal opening. This sight made our blood boil.

"Hey, what are you two staring at?"

Zhu Zi replied, "Nothing...nothing..."

"Hurry up and push me forward!" I turned to look at Zhu Zi and saw that his eyes were wide open, his hands unsure where to go... his penis was already erect.

This time, my wife let us push her. Zhu Zi and I placed our hands on her waist simultaneously, and we continued pushing her forward. Slowly, I deliberately moved my hands lower and lower, directly touching my wife's buttocks.

While pushing, I kept kneading my wife's buttocks. Seeing that my wife didn't react, Zhu Zi copied me, pushing her while kneading her buttocks.

I saw my wife trying to suppress the stimulation, sometimes raising her head and opening her mouth wide, sometimes lowering her head and biting her lip, but her two large labia minora were already dripping wet. She was pretending nothing was wrong and chatting with us.

Then Zhu Zi said, "Xiaoxia, do you have a seat? If not, I'll find you one later!

No, no!!!" My wife was clearly breathing heavily.

While pushing my wife's buttocks upwards with one hand, I also slightly pushed up her skirt. Now her skirt just revealed her anus. We could see her round anus opening and closing, and the wetness on her labia minora was almost dripping. A moment later, I pulled my wife's buttocks apart, causing her labia minora to spread wide as well. Zhu Zi and I saw the separated... The labia minora and vaginal opening simultaneously parted, revealing a round hole through which the vaginal flesh was clearly visible. I saw my wife's vaginal fluid flowing down like a clear spring. Then,

the crowd surged forward again, pushing my wife slightly backward. She cried out, "Ouch...don't push!"

She took a slight step back, her buttocks pressed tightly against the pillar's face.

The pillar replied, "It's...it's okay, Xia...I'm supporting you! Don't worry."

He spoke nervously, and I noticed he deliberately licked her buttocks a few times with his tongue.

Looking at my wife again, her body visibly trembled. I knew she was aroused. She deliberately thrust her buttocks back, making them appear even more pert.

From my vantage point, without bending over, I could easily see her tiny thong under her skirt. Her small crotch was deeply embedded in her alluring labia minora, her two large, wet labia minora peeking out from the sides of the thong without any obstruction.

I believe Zhu Zi also saw what was under his wife's skirt. At this moment, Zhu Zi nervously said, "Xiao...Xia, my...my hands are getting sore, I'll use my head to help you!"

His wife turned around and saw Zhu Zi continuing to lick his buttocks a few more times while talking. She deliberately didn't expose him and replied, "Okay then, you've been doing this for so long, your hands must be sore!" When his wife turned around, Zhu Zi didn't even notice she was looking at him. After getting her consent, Zhu Zi excitedly buried his face in his wife's buttocks, saying, "Xiao Xia, don't worry, I'll thrust hard."

As he spoke, Zhu Zi opened his mouth wide and sucked his wife's labia minora into his mouth. Suddenly stimulated by such a strong stimulation, his wife's legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground. Luckily, I caught her in time, otherwise, the act wouldn't have continued.

His wife had to pretend to be calm, to make Zhu Zi think she didn't know he was deliberately sucking her vulva. It was just an accidental touch, to avoid embarrassment and loss of face for everyone.

I saw Zhu Zi suck on my wife's labia minora for a while, then lick her anus, even forcefully pushing his tongue into it. I noticed that not only was Zhu Zi's penis thick and long, but his tongue was also quite long. I saw him push his tongue into my wife's anus, about two or three centimeters in. My wife's anus had never been touched before; today was the first time, and it was Zhu Zi's tongue that deflowered her. The in-and-out motion was like sex. Then he stuck his tongue into her vagina, licking it thoroughly, and thrusting in and out several times.

I saw that my wife couldn't take it anymore; her vaginal fluids flowed like a flood, all of which Zhu Zi sucked into his mouth. I knew my wife was about to climax. After everyone else had left, my wife couldn't pretend anymore, so I reminded her, "Xiaoxia, let's go forward!" Seeing my wife look at me with dazed eyes, she had no choice but to follow.

As my wife took a step forward, I saw Zhu Zi's reluctant expression. He sucked hard a few more times, and now my wife's labia minora were much cleaner; the saliva from before was gone. I knew Zhu Zi had thoroughly cleaned them.

Seeing Zhu Zi's face covered in saliva, his tongue licking the saliva left on his lips, he turned to me with a slight smile, as if deliberately showing off his achievement.

At this moment, I joked, "Zhu Zi! You see how pretty Xia is, but you don't need to drool so much!"

Zhu Zi said, "No, no, no." As he spoke, he wiped the saliva from his mouth.

I said, "Xia's butt is really beautiful, so white and tender, don't you think?" Zhu Zi nodded upon hearing this.

My wife heard us talking about her and turned around. "What are you talking about?" I said, "Nothing! We're just saying you're beautiful and capable, traveling alone with so much luggage."

I deliberately paused when I said "capable," and then Zhu Zi realized and asked, "What do you mean 'capable'? Who's capable?" My wife said, "Me! I'm capable..." I said, "Really? Xiaoxia. You're really capable. So when can we 'do it'?"

My wife knew I was joking and meant for Zhu Zi to hear, so she pretended to blush and said, "You guys are so naughty, I'm not talking to you anymore!!"

At this moment, my wife straightened her skirt, pulled the hem down a bit, and walked straight into the carriage. I was still enjoying the thrill of exposing my wife, and seeing my wife so wanton, I almost ejaculated in my pants. Recent rating history for this post

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