[Desperate Confinement] Episode 16: Changing Clothes and Having Breakfast (Afterword, including TXT files up to now)

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Chapter 16 of *Desperate Imprisonment*
: Changing Clothes for Breakfast
This time, I didn't torment Lulu too much, at least I didn't force her to be naked. Instead, I allowed her to wear a
light blue, tight-fitting, printed short-sleeved t-shirt that could cover her upper body, which at least barely covered her most important private parts, before she went to wash up and make
breakfast.
Although having Lulu wearing only her underwear, exposing her breasts and nipples, or even completely naked
, with her buttocks and vulva exposed, in this apartment with me, the intruder and rapist
, during the day, with an eleven-year-old girl next to her, forced to watch her lewd, pitiful
state of being humiliated and abused, even forced to imitate her aunt's shameful behavior, would also be a kind of arousing pleasure.
But I'd rather take it slow…
Besides, it's not necessary to be naked all the time to be sexy.
While Lulu was choosing clothes in the underwear drawer, she glanced at me and didn't dare mention wearing a bra at all.
She put on a pink and blue tight-fitting t-shirt with flower petals printed on it, which made her pair of snow-white, round, and tempting
breasts burst out as two hot, round balls under the elastic and tight t-shirt fabric. From this perspective,
it can be seen as Lulu's subjugation and attempt to please me. I refuse to believe she doesn't understand the sexy and alluring nature of this look...
It's really strange, though. Girls wearing bras, even without padding, can at least increase their so-called "bust size."
But Lulu, without a bra, just wrapped up like that, appears even more voluptuous, full, and vibrant. The
tight fabric clings to her body, giving the impression that Lulu's breasts are about to bounce and tremble. They don't actually
shake, but it's enough to make your bones melt... And those two delicate nipples, shyly protruding under her t-shirt
, are even more sexy and alluring, needless to say. As for her lower body, Lulu wanted to wear a pair of
pajama bottoms, but I coldly said, "You're not allowed to wear them... Brother Stone likes to see you walking around in your underwear
..." She could only reluctantly throw off her pajama bottoms,
wearing only a pink and white cartoon panty and a tight-fitting t-shirt, before running out to wash up and then "make breakfast" for me.
I had never seen anything like this before. A girl in the morning, dressed in what was more like a seductive
loungewear set, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes still sleepy, looking both cute and pitiful, neither daring to
hide nor to dodge, seemingly unconcerned, or perhaps offering herself entirely, walking back and forth in front of me, letting me admire
... admire her white thighs and arms, admire the perfect combination of her underwear and her body, admire
the alluring yet reluctant visual effect of her breasts and vulva barely covered by her clothes, and admire
the intoxicating expression of feigned strength masking her unbearable pain as she was humiliated in this way.
Even as Lulu reluctantly walked out into the bathroom, turning on the tap and
brushing her teeth and washing her face—doing some personal chores—I stood there, somewhat dazed, watching
her profile from the bathroom doorway… There was also an eleven-year-old girl, already washed up, inside the bathroom
, drying her hair with a pink towel…
Sometimes, scenes like this feel unreal, almost surreal… but the pleasure
and sense of invasion they evoke are no less than that of sex. It's like a fascinating illusion, not "I'm having sex" or
"I'm playing with this woman," but a more vivid one, giving a man a surge of accomplishment and
power: "This is my woman."
Of course, Lulu wasn't so carefree as to go through all that trouble. Fortunately, since it
's usually just the woman at home, and she might dress more casually, Xiao Ai, having already brushed her teeth and washed her face,
didn't seem particularly bothered by Lulu's revealing attire. The two seemed to whisper for a while longer. Lulu even
bent down and hugged Xiao Ai, crying and talking, seemingly comforting her…
I didn't watch much, and took a few more steps from the living room to the hallway. Perhaps I wanted to give Lulu and Xiao Ai a little
space, so she could help me deal with this little girl whose bright eyes frightened me a bit. With a certain wicked sense of amusement,
I was actually quite looking forward to it, wondering how Lulu would explain things to Xiao Ai…
Judging from Lulu's confrontation with me last night, I think she should already understand her inevitable
fate and my perverted tastes. What awaits her is definitely not just being raped and losing her virginity. How will she
explain to Xiao Ai, her aunt,
the shameful things she and this "rapist uncle" will do last night and for the next two days? This is not just physical defilement, but also spiritual
desecration and personal humiliation… Will she wear lewd clothes? Strike seductive poses? Perform
obscene acts? To humiliate herself and provide for my lustful pleasure? These words containing the character for "lewdness" are probably
unfamiliar even to an elementary school student… How is she supposed to explain this humiliation and lust to Xiao Ai? Explain her motives
and helplessness? Explain that she was protecting Xiao Ai? Furthermore, I understand that Lulu is only pretending not to hear carefully, trying to get away
with it. In reality, she must have understood my conditions. For the next two days, she will not only be forced to
pose in various positions for my lewd play, but it's also very likely that I will make Xiao Ai watch… This
is, of course, the ultimate humiliation and abuse of Lulu, and also a form of teasing and defilement of Xiao Ai. How is she supposed to
explain this to Xiao Ai? How can she even comfort Xiao Ai by enduring watching her aunt being raped and played with?
These actions… not only cause her, as the aunt, to lose all dignity in front of her niece, but what kind of stain and impact will they have on Xiao Ai
's young mind?
And… even I'm not sure, but I definitely mentioned it, and Lulu certainly heard it; my
conditions might even include her being forced… to persuade Xiao Ai to also give me
the pleasure of lewd play. Although I promised not to defile Xiao Ai's body, after last night's tragic and crazy night,
how could Lulu not know that so-called virginity is nothing more than some boring physiological marker? A
girl, even with a hymen intact, can be played with, humiliated, abused, desecrated, and defiled to what extent
… she should already understand. Would she really be forced to persuade Xiao Ai to also submit to my lewd play? I would ask for kisses.
Xiao Ai, will I steal her first kiss? Will I demand to undress Xiao Ai and ogle her young body? Will I demand
to touch Xiao Ai's body, even her most intimate parts, becoming the first man to caress her? Will I
force Xiao Ai to play more intimate games with me, just like I did with Lulu? Even, will I force this eleven-year-old
girl to accept my semen and defilement with her pristine body?
I don't think Lulu can really bear such conditions… Maybe she'd rather fight me
to the death! At worst, I'll die! And she… at worst, she'll die too! But… she can decide
her own fate, so how could she bear to decide Xiao Ai's fate?
She probably still hopes to sacrifice herself, everything she has, to endure these two days of torment
…
So… I need to give Lulu some space and time. Let her whisper and cry with her little niece
… A little hope, a little buffer, is better than nothing.
Deep down, I didn't know what I expected Lulu and Xiao Ai to say. In
fact, to some extent, if those two girls were plotting something to kill me, I'd accept it! So, I
decided to leave myself some suspense and hope, letting them be.
I slowly strolled into the living room. From a slightly angled perspective, I could still monitor Lulu and Xiao
Ai's movements in the bathroom, but I deliberately walked further away, like a lazy man opening the living
room balcony curtains.
"Whoosh..." The summer morning sunlight, while not as comforting as a winter sun, still
represented light, comfort, and vitality after a dark, crazy, and somewhat tiring night. It
shone into the living room, slightly increasing the sense of security for me and the two girls.
Lulu's apartment was on the 17th floor of building 23, with a relatively high ceiling. The living room had floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows facing south
, and an outer balcony enclosed by glass. So, through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, I
could see half of Xihua Garden. Rows of high-rise buildings with gray-yellow gravel facades were all in my view.
The occupancy rate of this kind of community wasn't high; at a glance, it was obvious that many apartments were still vacant,
and the landscaping was only partially completed. In the distance, there was highway dust and muddy construction sites; the summer morning
was a bit dazzling and hazy, hardly a beautiful sight. Looking from the high-rises across the street, it would probably be a blur too
. Of course… with binoculars or something, maybe I could see a little more clearly.
See what? A girl wearing only underwear and a t-shirt, her two long, white legs exposed? I
smiled with a slightly wicked grin.
I casually leaned against the armrest of the blue and white fabric three-seater sofa, even
getting bored while waiting. I searched around and finally found the remote control in a fruit bowl on the coffee table, turning on
the 50-inch TV in front of me… Lulu's house seemed to have one of those smart TVs installed. I randomly flipped through a few channels, finally
settling on the local TV station. The mundane city morning news broadcast echoed into the room:
"Today is the first day of the Huanxi Yuehu Marathon. The reporter is now at the starting line of the race—Houwan Sports
Center. Municipal leaders, including Mayor, Secretary, and Bureau Chief, as well as leaders of the race organizing committee, will
fire the starting gun at 8:30 a.m. sharp, lighting up the first leg of this year's race for all 1,000+ domestic and international participants
… Please look behind me, there is the summer morning light of Xiyuehu. The runners are all dressed and
eager to start…"
Whatever she was saying… anyway, it was just to add a touch of life to this apartment.
After a while, Lulu tiptoed out, still wearing her little panties and a light blue tight-fitting
t-shirt. Her two bright white legs were tightly pressed together, making her both cute and alluring, yet with a unique kind
of innocent domesticity. She didn't dare look at me too much, knowing I was blatantly spying on her back, and
started fiddling around in the kitchen on the north side of the integrated living and dining room. She took out bags of bread, jam,
eggs, and a large bottle of milk from the refrigerator; opened the jar, sliced, spread, cracked the eggs, lit the fire... like a pampered wife
preparing breakfast, while Xiao Ai, after peeking out with her little head, actually ran back to her room...
After another while, Lulu brought out a large blue basin with a glass of milk and a pile of hot
scrambled eggs.
"Brother Stone...is this okay for you? Is it enough? There's bread and jam over there...should we go downstairs
and buy some?"
I glanced behind her and couldn't help but ask, "What about yours? What about Xiao Ai's? What are you eating?"
"Xiao Ai doesn't usually like this...she's fine with jam sandwiches and bread. I've made it for her, wait
a bit...take it to her room to eat...I...you eat first, I'll go make mine. There's not much food left at home
...should we...go downstairs and buy some?"
I smiled coldly, ignoring her suggestion to "go downstairs," and waved my hand: "You take it to Xiao Ai first
...don't let her go hungry..."
"Okay..." Lulu sighed helplessly and got up.
"Wait..."
Lulu turned her head and looked at me in confusion: "?"
"You...you change your niece's clothes...don't let her wear her school uniform, she's been sleeping in it all night, it's so
uncomfortable..."
"..." Lulu looked at me in horror, wanting to ask but not daring to, a little frozen.
"Don't overthink it. I want to play with her... I can play with her no matter what she's wearing.
A little girl in a primary school uniform looks all covered up, but she's actually more interesting, more exciting to play with... Be good,
go change her into something more comfortable. You guys shouldn't even think about going out this weekend... Wearing a school uniform,
isn't it uncomfortable? Change her into something more comfortable, so she won't cause trouble..."
"Oh..."
"Wait," I grabbed Lulu's arm: "Change her into something comfortable, but... it has to be pretty too."
"Brother Stone..."
"Even if we don't play... just looking... makes me feel good. Listen carefully... After you're changed, call her out so
I can see her. If I think... she's not pretty enough, I'll personally strip her naked and change her myself, understand?"
"Is that all?!"
Lulu turned her head away, looking both aggrieved and disgusted. She seemed to bite her lower lip, but still,
as if trying to please me, repeated my twisted instruction: "Yes... I'll go change Xiao Ai into a nicer outfit
for Brother Shi Tou... to see. Try to make Brother Shi Tou happy."
Then, she took the opportunity to break free from my arm, slipped into the kitchen, put a sandwich
and milk on a large plate, and ran to Xiao Ai's room. A little while later... I could still hear the sharp, shrill sound coming from Xiao Ai's room
.
I wasn't in a hurry to eat or drink, nor did I need to peek at the eleven-year-old little girl changing clothes... Instead, I crossed my
legs and continued watching TV with interest for a while. I was quite looking forward to it...
After a while, about fifteen minutes, I started to get impatient... But Lulu pulled Xiao
Ai's hand and led her over.
"Brother Shi Tou... I changed Xiao Ai's clothes. Do you think... this outfit... is it okay?"
My eyes lit up.
Lulu had indeed changed Xiao Ai out of her loose-fitting school uniform, which had a "chaste and pure" vibe, and into a
casual dress. Actually, when I first came in last night, Xiao Ai was also wearing a dress. But now
… I don't know what Lulu was thinking, but she actually put a lot of effort into dressing Xiao Ai up.
Lulu had styled Xiao Ai's hair into a bun, tying
it into a high ponytail, like those low-cut ball gowns worn by young dancers. Her long, curly black hair was tied into a round ball and
secured with a colorful elastic band. It looked absolutely adorable. Her slender white neck and pointed ears
, no longer hidden by her hair, shone even brighter.
As for her clothes, they were simple in some ways, but not so simple… quite unique. Xiao Ai wore a
beige long t-shirt dress that was very long for her figure, reaching all the way to her knees.
It's called a t-shirt, but below the waist, there's a flared skirt. The style is very fashionable, the fabric is very thin, and the long, flowing
skirt looks playful yet carefree... I can't quite put my finger on it. Unlike how parents in China often dress their daughters
in pleated skirts like princesses, this one exudes a strong European and American vibe. The t-shirt itself is
designed to expose one shoulder; the right side is a normal wrap, while the left side
reveals a rounded, snow-white, and delicate shoulder, held up only by a bright red faux bra strap... a young girl's collarbone
, delicately tugging at her soft, alluring skin.
Xiao Ai's upper body was incredibly slender; the delicate, fragile figure of a teenage girl was breathtaking.
The off-white t-shirt dress, with its elastic material covering the torso, hugged her small frame
tightly, but I couldn't see any nipple protrusion, only a faint curve. I guessed Lulu
might have worn a tank top underneath. The two-inch skirt was quite loose, even featuring a ruffled
hem. Combined with the bright red faux bra straps… this t-shirt dress possessed both a girlish
playfulness and innocence, yet also a touch of stylish design.
Since the skirt was more of an embellishment than a true dress,
only reaching two or three inches above the knee, Lulu had Xiao Ai wear black capri leggings underneath.
Two cute cartoon rabbits were outlined in pink cotton thread on the thighs.
If the dress Xiao Ai wore gave me the impression of being fashionable, playful, and
adorably childlike—perfect for a European or American street style magazine
shoot—with a touch of sexiness, then her leggings with two little bunny cartoon characters on the cuffs… well… they made my heart flutter. It turns out that a little girl's legs at this age can be so slender and graceful 　　; the subtle curves of her
long, thin legs are so captivating, yet incredibly alluring. Her thighs are 　　probably only as thick as my wrist. Encased in a piece of pure black, close-fitting, fine cotton material, they look incredibly comfortable 　　, yet incredibly tempting, making you want to touch them. Black leggings for children 　　are rare, perhaps because most girls don't pull them off, but Xiao Ai's strong 　　mixed-race, European/American charm makes those little leggings look incredibly stylish and hot. 　　So cute, so beautiful, so charming, and… so seductive. 　　In that instant, I really wanted to pull Xiao Ai into my arms, to cherish her, touch her, and kiss her—kiss 　　her hair in a bun, kiss her cheeks, kiss her little mouth… Following her exposed shoulders, down her 　　fair collarbone, I wanted to kiss down, pull open the neckline of her t-shirt a little, and kiss down to her little breasts 　　. Below, I wanted to caress her cute, slender thighs against her black leggings, then 　　reach up and lift the hem of her t-shirt dress, and pinch her cute little skin beneath the black cotton leggings … Oh my god, 　　the sheer pleasure 　　of touching that little girl's bottom, encased in black leggings, in my hands… And her front… that place… 　　I wanted to kiss her, and I wanted to “kiss” her. 　　I wanted to hug her, and I wanted to “hug” her. 　　I wanted to cherish her, and I wanted to “cherish” her. Why… is it a unique talent of girls this age, or 　　a characteristic only possessed by 　　ridiculously beautiful little girls like Xiao Ai … that makes one feel an irresistible urge to cherish, love, and play with them, yet also 　　an overwhelming desire to defile, violate, destroy, ruin, and humiliate them all 　　? 　　I was staring blankly, lost in thought… 　　when Lulu interrupted my train of thought: “Brother Stone… is this outfit okay? Can Xiao Ai go… have breakfast 　　?” 　　I was momentarily disoriented and nodded repeatedly, saying in a strange tone, “Have 　　n’t eaten yet? Just changed clothes?… Go eat quickly, don’t go hungry…” 　　Xiao Ai glanced at me, then, like a little elf, “slipped away”… 　　I was still embarrassed when I realized… I wasn’t some older brother, uncle, or father figure.

I'm a rapist! Speaking to her like that, like I was coaxing a child…it really didn't suit me.
Lulu was terrified, but seeing that I'd temporarily let Xiao Ai go, she seemed relieved, even
saying with a hint of gratitude, "Then, Brother Stone, you should have breakfast too…I'll go prepare another one for me…"
Hmph, I'm a home invasion rapist! I can't be cruel to that innocent little sprite, but with Lulu
's two long, white legs and a pair of small breasts, how could I not be cruel? Besides, Xiao Ai's
cute girlish outfit had actually aroused so much of my desire, a desire that needed release.
"Sit on top, feed me…" I patted my thigh, gesturing to Lulu
.
Lulu's face flushed red. She even instinctively tried to cover her underwear and breasts, as if
only now remembering how sexy and alluring she looked, yet also shy and shameful. But at this moment, the fact
that I could shift my attention away from Xiao Ai, who had already slipped away, was already a stroke of luck for her.
The despair, hesitation, pain, and shame she felt were fleeting; she closed her eyes, bit her lip, as if
casting aside all her pain, and obediently nodded, "Mmm."
She no longer tried to bargain with me, nor pretended to be ignorant. Rather than wait for my gradual reprimands and demands,
she seemed disheartened and desperate, preferring to satisfy my demands all at once.
Her two snow-white thighs parted slightly, and the "hello" lettering on the crotch of her panties was gently
pulled open. Even under the panties, the outline of her beautiful, plump vulva was clearly visible,
blooming like a flower. Then, just like that… she straddled my lap. Her snow-white, pinkish-white
legs rubbed intimately against my thighs, and the tender flesh of her vulva,
partially covered by her panties, pressed against my crotch. My penis, separated by a pair of coral fleece pajama pants,
was pressed against hers as if squeezed.
This position made it seem as if I were holding her petite body on my lap, her face just touching
my chin, her still slightly disheveled hair brushing against my nose, the rich scent of her youthful hair filling the air. And
because of this position, her breasts, encased in a gray stretch t-shirt, with their soft texture,
wonderful touch, and two cute, erect nipples—Lulu probably knew she would be violated by me again sooner or later—
no longer hid them, simply… pressed them against my chest, even slightly squeezing the flesh down
, allowing me to fully experience the shape of her breasts.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, and even proudly praised, "Our Lulu's body
... is so fragrant and soft. Holding her while eating... is such a good seasoning."
I knew that this girl in front of me had never done these things before, but she was smart enough to
roughly guess what I wanted... The crazy lewd play of last night, and the vague agreement this morning, forced
her to grit her teeth and swallow all the shame and pain, abandoning all dignity and restraint to do these
lewd acts that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Besides, deep down she already knew that this was just the beginning of the next two days
of lewd play and abuse, and there were many more lewd, shameful things she was going to do to her.
I had absolute and unconditional power over her body at this moment, and bargaining with me at this time
would only enrage me, making me humiliate, torture, and even harm her even more.
She picked up the glass of milk from the coffee table, as if to offer it to my lips.
I knew it wasn't that she wasn't docile enough, but rather that little girls didn't understand these things. I still couldn't help
but pretend to be a little angry, slapping her bottom, which was covered by her panties, with both hands, making a crisp
"smack!" sound. "Feed her with your mouth! You idiot! Don't you understand?"
"..."
"What would I need you for if I fed her with a cup? Of course, you drink it into your mouth, then pass it to me mouth-to-mouth...
Stupid!"
Lulu was both ashamed and anxious, yet dared not argue. She looked at me with genuine grievance, tears welling up in her eyes again.
I persisted, continuing to verbally humiliate her: "We agreed... you
have to be more proactive in everything I ask you to do... you have to think about what actions will make you feel even more sad and shy,
make you... feel violated, make your Stone Brother happy and enjoyable... also, talk more,
don't just keep making 'uh-huh' noises, say more suggestive, loving, seductive, coquettish things... make yourself
look more like... um... a little sex slave being raped..."
As I said this, even I was shocked by my own pronunciation of "little sex slave being raped," my whole body...
felt good, a surge of satisfaction flowing from my lower abdomen to my limbs. "Little sex slave being raped"...
isn't this the identity and extreme enjoyment I've been searching for regarding Lulu?
I felt like I was aroused by myself, and I frantically dug and pressed on Lulu's buttocks,
"pushing" the fabric of her underwear all the way down to her cleft, while continuing to threaten her:
"You know what? If I keep teaching you... I won't be satisfied, and everything you do later will be in vain... I'm
not kidding you... Hmph, why don't you go call your niece over and let her try feeding me... You can learn from her?
Maybe... she's even more obedient than you, and knows how to be a little sex slave who's been abused and raped!!!"
However, when I got to the last part, I couldn't help but let out a teasing laugh.
Lulu looked at me pitifully, tears welling up in her eyes again. She sensed the teasing in my tone and could only
plead in a low, sweet voice, "Don't..."
"Hmm?"
"Let Xiao Ai eat first... okay? We'll talk about it later..."
"Then... will you keep teasing me?"
Lulu nodded quickly, giving me a pitiful look, wiping away
the tears that had already welled up in her eyes with her arm, and said in a soft, sweet voice,
"No, let Lulu... feed Brother Stone... with her mouth... drink milk, eat eggs... Brother Stone
can also... kiss Lulu, play with Lulu's mouth, and eat Lulu's tongue... Lulu..."
"...It's Brother Stone's...his...his..." Lulu said in a plaintive, gentle, and charming tone, but then
she seemed unable to continue...
"His what?" I was also completely mesmerized, my penis hardening, but I still teased her.
"The...little...little..." She seemed to really hate the words "the little sex slave who was raped" and couldn't
bring herself to say them. She looked pitiful and started crying again, saying to me in a pitiful, pleading tone:
"Little...maid...okay?"
I laughed triumphantly, then slapped her buttocks, and without saying anything, nodded
in agreement.
Lulu didn't dare say anything more. She picked up the cup, took a sip of milk, making gurgling noises in her mouth,
put the cup down, and with a determined look, closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss me…
Two delicate, soft lips pressed against mine, a fragrant, smooth, warm current flowing into my
mouth, a soft, moist tongue brushing against my gums… A milky aroma assaulted my taste buds, along
with the "tsk tsk" sounds of saliva exchange and the "gurgling" of milk echoing in my mind.
I can't remember…
Of course, I had forcefully kissed Lulu last night, and of course, I had kissed other girls before. But
… such an active, passionate, and utterly lewd oral intercourse… still carrying the scent of milk and saliva, it seems to be
a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me.
I sucked desperately, and Lulu thrust in and out...
I could feel Lulu's pain and humiliation at being violated like this, but I could also sense that this
time, perhaps because she had already been ravaged by me all night and was about to be helplessly ravaged by me again, even
inevitably defiled by me, Lulu might have loosened up a bit. I could feel... Lulu was also
surrendering herself to some kind of lewd instinct, desperately thrusting in and out with me under the pretext of "having no choice but to obey
. "
Her breasts were squeezing and twisting desperately, and those two nipples were already clearly very firm,
leaving a beautiful mark on my ribs as proof.
Even her little buttocks seemed to be deliberately pressing up, my penis etched on her crotch,
wantonly pressing, probing, and striking her soft labia.
For a while, I couldn't bear to swallow the milk, but let it swirl in my mouth, mixing
with Lulu's tongue. Lulu kept actively stirring my mouth with her tongue, slowly
pushing the milk into my throat...
Then, Lulu finally parted my lips, even the corners of her mouth were white and cloudy, the remaining juice
rolling in the fine lines of her lips, resembling some indescribable erotic substance... This time, I didn't need to
urge her anymore, she took another sip of milk and offered it to me again.
One sip, and another... and another...
I was certainly intoxicated by this game, and later, I even felt that Lulu
had lost herself...
A glass of milk, mixed with my enjoyment, the friction of flesh, the girl's shame and indignation, the exchange of saliva,
the collision of lips, the entanglement of tongues, the swallowing and spitting in the mouth, and the erotic sounds, the alluring fragrance...
poured into my throat, sip by sip.
"Mmm..." Lulu steadied her rapid breathing for a while, her face flushed and intoxicated:
"Egg...how do I feed you?" Clearly, even though she was being forced into this humiliation, this wild exchange of lips made Lulu,
at least physiologically, unable to suppress her instinctive arousal.
I was, of course, even more excited. My penis was already painfully hard, my hands scratching and clawing at Lulu's panties,
as if wanting to do something violent to vent my burning desire...
My hands grabbed and pinched
Lulu's buttocks, then unconsciously moved downwards, upwards, upwards, exploring the concave line of her spinal cord, stroking her beautiful back all the way to her neck
, touching and playing with her swan-like, slender neck...
Suddenly, almost without knowing what I was thinking, I pulled on the back of Lulu's stretchy t-shirt
...and ripped it open.
"Rip..." The t-shirt's neckline was instantly torn open!
"Ah..." Lulu's instinctive shame brought a terrified scream, but she immediately realized that
being dressed and undressed repeatedly, even being forced to wear this t-shirt to barely cover her private parts for me to have breakfast,
was all part of the humiliation and abuse she was destined to endure today. Her screams might even frighten Xiao Ai next door,
causing Xiao Ai to come and check on her... What would she look at? What good would it do? She would still have to watch me humiliate her
. So... she immediately covered her mouth with her hand... but tears of sorrow already streamed down
her cheeks.
"Rip..." Actually, the neckline had already torn at the front. With a little more force,
I completely ripped the neckline of the elastic t-shirt...
I pulled the torn neckline down Lulu's shoulders and arms like an "off-the-shoulder" style
...
Poor Lulu's beautiful breasts, those round and lovely jade peaks, those pink and pretty nipples, those
barely visible areolas, were exposed to me again after only half an hour of being covered...
"Put your chest up higher, on your own breasts... I'll lick them..."
I didn't know what I wanted before... but once again I clearly saw in front of me a
pair of beauties that seemed to have an inner vitality, that could even tremble on their own. The oiliness, pores,
veins under the skin... the surging of the mammary glands made me have an idea, and I gave even more lewd and shameless instructions.
Lulu turned her head away, her tears of despair turning into a steady stream of pearls. She bit her lip, suppressing
her sobs… but she had indeed done what I demanded: pain, shame, grief…
but submission.
With one hand, she picked up the small bowl of eggs, gritted her teeth, scooped up a handful of egg crumbs, and
… like applying paint, smeared them onto her collarbone…
The golden egg crumbs, on the girl's snow-white collarbone, were ground into an even finer paste, slightly rolling…
Some of it rolled directly onto the crotch where Lulu and I were straddling, some stuck to Lulu's collarbone,
but most of it, like a smear of golden paint, was smeared on Lulu's snow-white breasts and pink
nipples. The natural curve of her breasts, and Lulu's proud and unique breast shape, became
a plate for these egg bits...
I grinned smugly and took a bite!
Lulu was already in a semi-conscious state... but I noticed that Lulu
's scream of "Ah!" had actually brought new trouble... or rather, a new taste?
In the corner of the living room near the hallway, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a small head
was peeking out.
(To be continued)

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