[Second Face] 4-5

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(iv) If anyone else saw this, they would be shocked. Almost anyone could recognize at a glance that the video being played was a widely popular AV movie. In the movie, the innocent female protagonist was kneeling on the ground, passionately sucking on the male protagonist's thick penis. The pores on the penis were clearly visible, without any mosaic covering them... The articles next to it were full of women sharing their feelings after sucking on penises. The text that was being read repeatedly clearly described a girl who had a long-term crush on her best friend's roommate's boyfriend. She actually went into the bathroom naked while her roommate's boyfriend was taking a shower. The author happily shared how that shrunken soft thing evolved into a vicious wolf's club in her mouth, and in the days that followed, how her roommate's boyfriend looked at and enveloped her body with burning eyes when her roommate wasn't paying attention.
In the study, tightly shrouded by thick curtains, Han Man, her face flushed, wore headphones and stared intently at the computer screen, occasionally opening her mouth as if unconsciously imitating and learning… No one had ever known that this dignified and virtuous wife had, through this clandestine method, learned how to project an image that could captivate a man's heart—those expressions, those postures, even those small details.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Man let out a long breath, her breathing returning to normal. Her face still flushed, she shut down the computer, then took out clean clothes and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.
After a few steps, she seemed to remember something. Like a thief, she stealthily locked the door, returned to the bedroom, locked the bedroom door, and tiptoed into the ensuite bathroom.
The sun was gradually setting, golden sunlight streaming into the bedroom. A neatly arranged round-neck blouse and skirt lay on the bed, next to a set of clean white underwear and brand-new flesh-colored pantyhose.
A bra lay flat on the bed, its large cups catching the sunlight streaming into the room. The traditional bodycon panties were plain and simple, without lace or frills.
In the bathroom, amidst the sound of the shower, faint, unrestrained moans could be heard.
Soon, the water stopped. Han Man, still damp, wiped the sweat from her brow and emerged naked.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed softly.
Han Man closed her eyes, seemingly trying to recreate the scenes from the words that had just appeared in her mind, yet a burning shame washed over her.
Drying herself, Han Man put on her underwear, then carefully slipped on her stockings, smoothing out every crease. After putting on her outer clothes, she sat in front of the vanity mirror, slowly blow-drying and combing her hair.
Watching the sun gradually set outside the window, a sudden, inexplicable unease welled up inside her.
Another day had passed.
Nothing had happened. No messages, no missed calls on her phone.
What was that man doing right now? Was he chatting passionately with his beloved woman on WeChat, or had he just walked out of a bustling movie theater arm in arm with his fiancée?
Han Man wouldn't admit to herself that she felt jealous. There was an insurmountable gap between her and that man—age, social status, and moral constraints were all things she couldn't change.
She didn't know what she was pursuing, what she was hoping for, and even more terrifyingly, she didn't know if she had the right to hope.
Han Man knew she couldn't compare to Zeng Jing's youth; a man's pursuit and desire for a younger woman was an irrepressible urge.
Not to mention, Zeng Jing, such a pure and beautiful girl, had already given himself completely and utterly to him.
Even if she were him, she probably couldn't separate from Zeng Jing and be with a woman three years older than herself.
Han Man stopped holding the comb, paused, then angrily threw it onto the bed.
He had sworn eternal love and eloped with her during the day, but at night he was passionately climaxing on another woman.
Gazing at the photo on the wall, where Zeng Shaoyang tenderly embraced her in a pristine white wedding dress, Han Man felt a sudden pang of sadness. Marrying the older Zeng Shaoyang, Han Man had been so resolute, so completely and devotedly in love. A surge of emotion welled up within her, and tears streamed down her beautiful face in the mirror.
After a long while, Han Man composed herself, clenching her hands tightly, as if making a firm decision.
She stood up, looking at the ever-smiling Zeng Shaoyang in the photo. She gathered up the underwear and stockings from the bed, but then pulled out a set of black lace underwear and black stockings from deep within the closet.
This was Zeng Shaoyang's favorite color.
... The lights hanging from the ceiling in the dining room illuminated the table laden with food, making it look incredibly appetizing.
Four sets of chopsticks and bowls were set on the table.
Outside the window, the streetlights were just coming on, and the streets were filled with people hurrying home.
Han Man sat alone on the sofa. The evening news had ended, and a prime-time drama was playing on the television.
Zeng Shaoyang had a business dinner that evening and wouldn't be home for dinner. Lu Sheng and Zeng Jing weren't coming home either; they were probably off enjoying some alone time.
Han Man didn't throw a tantrum like a shrew. These kinds of days were just ordinary snapshots of her long life. Time had long since calmed her inner turmoil.
After 9:30, Han Man turned off the TV and went back to the bedroom. A gentle and virtuous wife doesn't mean she doesn't have the subtle intention of leaving food on the table.
Han Man removed her makeup, washed up, and then carefully applied makeup in front of the mirror.
She lay calmly on her side in bed, gazing at the dark sky outside the window… until she heard the sound of the living room door opening.
A slight smile appeared on her lips. They were home quite early today; it seemed her efforts hadn't been in vain.
Opening the door, she found Lu Sheng and Zeng Jing back, their arms around each other, whispering sweet nothings.
Han Man was taken aback, but a smile quickly returned to her face as she chided, "Look at you two, not even caring about your image in front of others, aren't you ashamed?"
Zeng Jing quickly broke free from Lu Sheng's embrace, changing his shoes while greeting Han Man with a smile, "Aunt Man, still up so late... The concert Sheng took me to was pretty good, next time I'll ask Dad to take you to one too..."
Han Man smiled and smoothed Zeng Jing's messy hair, urging him to wash up and go to bed early. Then she turned back to get slippers for Lu Sheng, squatted down, and placed them in front of him.
Zeng Jing smiled, silently mouthing a few words to Lu Sheng behind Han Man's back, and quickly grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Lu Sheng changed his shoes, glanced at the untouched food on the table, and was about to speak when his eyes fell on the stockings on Han Man's legs.
The sound of the shower in the bathroom made the living room even quieter. Knowing Zeng Shaoyang hadn't returned yet, Lu Sheng's face relaxed into a smile.
As Lu Sheng changed his shoes, Han Man stood quietly in front of him, her arms hanging naturally in front of her.
Lu Sheng walked towards Han Man, his arms outstretched, intending to hug her.
Unexpectedly, Han Man slightly stepped back, avoiding his embrace. Embarrassed, Lu Sheng froze. Han Man lowered her head, not looking at Lu Sheng's face, simply shaking her head quietly before turning and returning to the bedroom.
Lu Sheng scratched his head, unsure what Han Man was up to. Watching Han Man's swaying hips, he shook his head in slight bewilderment.
Han Man's meticulously applied makeup and the black stockings she'd never worn before were unmistakably seductive signals.
The colored contact lenses and eyelashes she wore at night were clearly meant to make her even more alluring in bed. The brightly colored lip gloss was surely for leaving a bold, vibrant mark when she sucked on a man's penis. And those black stockings were meant to create a striking contrast with her snow-white buttocks.
Lu Sheng walked towards Han Man's bedroom and gently turned the doorknob.
Shy and conservative, Han Man, even with Zeng Jing in the bathroom, refused to reveal her allure in the living room, preferring to confine herself to the bedroom
… but the doorknob didn't turn.
Lu Sheng was surprised, then a bitter feeling welled up inside him, as if he'd just realized something.
Could it be that all of this was for that man?
… When Zeng Shaoyang's voice came from the living room, Han Man quickly pulled herself out of her reverie, got out of bed, and went to the living room.
Zeng Shaoyang's face was flushed, his expression intoxicated.
After all, he was getting on in years, and even a small amount of alcohol could take a toll on his body.
Lu Sheng and Zeng Jing had already gone back to their rooms. Hearing that Zeng Shaoyang had returned home, Zeng Jing, wearing only a casually draped jacket over his camisole nightgown, rushed out and hurriedly made tea for Zeng Shaoyang. Han Man brought hot water and wrung out a hot towel for him.
After resting for a while, Zeng Shaoyang slowly opened his cloudy eyes and smiled apologetically at Han Man. Han Man shook her head dismissively, gently stroking Zeng Shaoyang's chest to help him recover.
Han Man didn't speak, but Zeng Jing started scolding, "Dad, you're so old, don't drink so much. If your health collapses, what will happen to our family..."
Zeng Shaoyang affectionately patted Zeng Jing's head and waved his hand gently, "I know, Dad will be more careful next time. It's too late, go to sleep..."
Zeng Jing looked at Han Man, who smiled and nodded.
After Zeng Jing returned to his room, only Zeng Shaoyang and Han Man remained, sitting on the sofa. Seeing the food on the table, Zeng Shaoyang patted Han Man's hand apologetically.
Han Man smoothed her hair and smiled faintly.
Zeng Shaoyang whispered something in Han Man's ear, and her face flushed again. She whispered, "How annoying, we're an old married couple, why are you saying such embarrassing things..."
The branches outside the window swayed gently in the night breeze.
After recovering, Zeng Shaoyang, supported by Han Man, returned to the bedroom.
Han Man helped Zeng Shaoyang take off his coat. Worried about his condition, she wouldn't allow him to shower, insisting on bringing hot water and using a hot towel to wipe his body.
Zeng Shaoyang's chest was exposed; his once strong chest was now slightly wrinkled. He let out a long sigh under the warm towel.
Han Man gently fulfilled her duties as a virtuous wife, her face showing tenderness.
Smelling the intoxicating fragrance around him, Zeng Shaoyang finally noticed the black stockings on Han Man's feet. He reached out, but then lowered his hand, his gaze lingering on Han Man's beautiful feet.
Having cleaned her upper body, it was time to deal with her lower body.
Han Man gently and naturally prepared to remove Zeng Shaoyang's underwear.
No one would know that behind her calm face, that tempting passage was currently playing in her mind: the shrunken soft thing evolved into a vicious wolf's club in the girl's mouth… Many nights, Han Man had anticipated Zeng Shaoyang displaying his strong manhood to her, taking whatever he wanted.
Slightly cool fingers glided across Zeng Shaoyang's abdomen. Han Man subconsciously glanced up at her husband, her bright red lips trembling slightly.
Would he think this was something only a vulgar woman would do?
As the moment approached, Han Man suddenly tensed up, her movements unconsciously slowing down.
Zeng Shaoyang swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "Take some medicine today..."
Han Man's body stiffened, and her face flushed crimson.
"You've been drinking, how can you take medicine... You, you just did it yesterday, are you thinking about it again today..."
Zeng Shaoyang suddenly scratched his head, gave a silly smile, and was about to change the subject when he heard Han Man say softly, "How about I help you..."
Zeng Shaoyang looked at his beautiful wife's red lips, a warm feeling rising in his lower abdomen. He didn't say anything more, but just slightly adjusted his position.
The lights went out.
Her underwear was gently pulled down, and what was inside was not very clear in the darkness, nor was it particularly impressive.
Zeng Shaoyang clearly felt a warm, wet sensation covering him. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his senses and shook his head slightly.
A hot towel was gently wiping her... In the night, his beautiful and delicate wife looked even more alluring.
The surging heat in Zeng Shaoyang's heart finally flowed to his lower abdomen and into his groin.
A slight tremor, through the towel, finally reached Han Man's palm.
Han Man looked up, her bright eyes gazing at Zeng Shaoyang, her mouth slightly open, her body seemingly about to slip down… Unfortunately, the sound of Zeng Jing opening the bedroom door came from the living room, as if he were looking for something.
The tremor in her hands quickly subsided.
Han Man changed the water on the towel, wiping Zeng Shaoyang's thighs, and finally, she washed Zeng Shaoyang's feet.
But, that was the end of it… Gazing at the scenery rushing past the car window, Han Man seemed somewhat tired and gently closed her eyes.
Lu Sheng drove the car, Zeng Shaoyang sitting in the passenger seat, Zeng Jing in the back seat, and Han Man sitting next to Zeng Jing.
The weekend hot spring trip had finally come to fruition.
Early in the morning, Zeng Jing got up early, chattering away, hurriedly packing his things. Although the family was only going for a weekend getaway, their luggage still filled the entire trunk.
Inside the carriage, the only sound was the noise from the road outside the window.
Zeng Jing, who had been busy all morning, had already drifted off to sleep, her pink lips opening and closing—it was hard to imagine that these were the lips that had performed those things for men so many times.
Unlike Zeng Jing's bangs and ponytail, Han Man had carefully styled her hair that morning. Her long, black hair had slightly curled ends and was combed all to the right side of her body, gently draped over her right shoulder. A few fluffy bangs adorned her left forehead, making her already small face appear even smaller and more delicate. Wearing a tight sweater and jeans, she exuded youthful energy. An outsider would surely mistake her for a college student who hadn't yet graduated.
Her hands rested gently on her lap, seemingly deliberately concealing the Y-shape formed by her full thighs and abdomen. The diamond ring on her ring finger sparkled.
Han Man rarely wore this wedding ring at home, as it was inconvenient when doing housework. Today, with the family out for a trip, she didn't know why, but before leaving, she found the ring again and put it on.
Lu Sheng's gaze, reflected in the rearview mirror, still lingered on her, making her feel his intense heat.
Her tight sweater accentuated her ample breasts to an exaggerated degree, and her slender waist showed no excess fat even while sitting. Even with her hands covering the area between her legs, it seemed impossible to block his greedy gaze.
Zeng Shaoyang made a soft snoring sound in the front seat.
This made the man driving the car even more brazen in his gaze.
Han Man turned her head, trying to avoid the man's gaze sweeping across her face, but unexpectedly, a blush appeared on the side of her face that was exposed to him.
Both Han Man and Zeng Jing were wearing earrings. Zeng Jing wore a single gemstone stud earring, firmly set in her earlobe, while Han Man still wore a dangling earring, which swayed with the movement of the car.
The road to the neighboring city wasn't long.
When the car slowly arrived at the hotel, Han Man finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car first, and took Zeng Shaoyang's arm to the room.
She knew that the lurking gaze behind her would definitely follow her tightly wrapped buttocks from an angle that Zeng Jing hadn't noticed.
Back in the room, Han Man went to the bathroom first.
The sound of the toilet flushing masked the slickness between her legs as she wiped them with toilet paper.
Looking in the mirror, Han Man carefully touched up her makeup and tidied her hair. Han Man wasn't wearing heavy makeup, just subtle touches of styling. The beauty in the mirror, enhanced by the mirror light, appeared incredibly pure and clean. At first glance, it seemed as if she wasn't wearing any makeup at all.
As she put her lipstick into her handbag, her ring accidentally bumped into a small, opaque bottle, resembling an ordinary perfume bottle.
Han Man hesitated.
She looked at the ring on her finger, then at herself in the mirror. After a long while, she slowly unscrewed the bottle, took out a pill, and swallowed it.
Just in case… she told herself.
Zeng Shaoyang leaned against the headboard, resting with his eyes closed. After Han Man came out, she made Zeng Shaoyang a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.
Not long after, Zeng Jing and Lu Sheng came over and invited Zeng Shaoyang and Han Man to have lunch at the hotel restaurant. The family happily finished their meal, and then Lu Sheng drove everyone to the amusement park next to the hotel.
The amusement park, with its own complete culture and history, was packed with people, especially the famous giant Ferris wheel, where long queues formed.
A complete rotation of the enormous Ferris wheel takes nearly half an hour. From the top of the Ferris wheel, one can overlook the entire city, and the panoramic view is truly invigorating.
This highly recognizable Ferris wheel can be seen from almost anywhere in the city, making it a unique landmark.
Lu Sheng had accompanied his ex-girlfriend to this Ferris wheel a few times, and after sharing his experience with Zeng Jing, Zeng Jing had always longed to see it. Now, her wish was finally fulfilled. This was why Zeng Jing had been so excited to drag everyone to queue up.
Unfortunately, when it was finally Zeng Jing's family's turn, Lu Sheng went to the restroom and didn't return. Each cabin on the Ferris wheel only seats two people, and with Lu Sheng not back, Zeng Jing was hesitant to ride up so high alone. Just as Zeng Jing was hesitating about whether to go up, Han Man said considerately, "Shaoyang, you go up with Xiao Jing, I'll wait for you down here..."
Zeng Jing nodded repeatedly, thinking it was a good idea, and immediately took Zeng Shaoyang's arm and sat down. The Ferris wheel continued to turn without stopping, and as soon as Zeng Jing sat down, she happily looked out the window, pointing out the surrounding scenery to Zeng Shaoyang.
Han Man smiled and waved to the two of them.
Before she could lower her waving hand, it was grabbed by an even larger hand.
Lu Sheng had returned at some point.
Fortunately, Zeng Jing and Zeng Shaoyang were attracted by the scenery outside the window and did not see this scene.
Han Man tried to break free from Lu Sheng's hand, but she couldn't. Lu Sheng held her hand tightly and showed no sign of letting go. Not only that, Lu Sheng actually led her forward, seemingly wanting to board the Ferris wheel as well.
Han Man quickly looked around. Luckily, there were many couples around, and no one seemed to notice her actions with Lu Sheng. In a moment of distraction, Lu Sheng dragged her into a cabin on the Ferris wheel.
The two sat facing each other, Lu Sheng smiling as he looked at Han Man's face. Han Man turned her head to look out the window.
Han Man wasn't angry. She seemed to realize that they did need this kind of environment to clarify things.
The Ferris wheel slowly lifted their cabin.
The two cabins on the Ferris wheel were quite a distance apart. Although they were in the cabin behind Zeng Jing, if Zeng Jing's eyesight wasn't good, or if he didn't look carefully, he would have a hard time noticing that the two of them had also boarded the Ferris wheel and were in the cabin behind them.
Han Man was still organizing her thoughts when Lu Sheng slowly spoke: "You're avoiding me, why?"
Han Man glanced at Lu Sheng, shook her head, and leaned gently against the window.
"Sheng, between us, it's ultimately impossible..."
A beautiful profile with slightly furrowed brows was reflected in the glass.
Han Man paused for a moment, just pulling herself out of her thoughts, when she turned her head and suddenly covered her mouth
with her hand. She didn't know when, but Lu Sheng had somehow unzipped his black trousers in the Ferris wheel cabin and pulled out his penis… Lu Sheng stood up, hunching over, one hand kneading his erect penis, the other reaching for Han Man. Terrified, Han Man forgot to cry for help, her hands flailing wildly in front of her.
The large, hard penis felt incredibly close to her face; she instinctively recoiled, resisting.
Lu Sheng grabbed Han Man's hand and guided it to his crotch. Han Man's hand jerked away as soon as it touched his penis, revealing her chest.
Lu Sheng pressed down on her. Han Man
gasped, her voice trembling.
Lu Sheng's hand slipped under her shirt, easily grasping her soft breasts, while his lips passionately kissed Han Man's neck.
Lu Sheng had never lacked women since childhood, so he had no experience in raping women.
Therefore, in this half-real, half-fake rape attempt he was preparing to commit against his fiancée's stepmother, he failed to grasp the key points of raping a woman.
In fact, most people have deep misunderstandings about rape.
Some men are filled with fantasies about rape, believing that their masculinity and strength can easily make the woman they are raping give in, or even bring her to orgasm. In reality, most rapes end in failure, either because the victim cries for help and breaks free in time, deterring the rapist, or because the rapist himself runs out of steam and collapses halfway through.
A successful rape requires not only a man with sufficient stamina and endurance, but more importantly, good psychological qualities and a firm attitude.
If a man softens his heart in the face of a woman's cries for help, resistance, and pleas for mercy, it inevitably leads to erectile dysfunction, and a few unfortunate individuals may even develop psychological problems.
Rape holds a strong attraction for many men, not only because women are considered tighter and more fertile during rape, but also because the struggle and pain a woman displays during rape can provide a unique kind of stimulation. In our society, most rapes are covered up; only a very small number of failed rapes come to light and become known through police reports.
It's important to understand that, aside from a very small number of rapes occurring between complete strangers, the vast majority of rapes happen between acquaintances. The rapist and victim usually have a well-established social relationship, whether as relatives, friends, superiors, or colleagues. Except for the rare cases involving complete strangers, almost no woman who has been raped has a strong urge to report it; most choose to remain silent. Many women have stated that rapes committed by their fathers or superiors are more likely to occur and less likely to prompt a report.
There have been reports from abroad that many attractive career women have faced rape, and few of them choose to tell their families or seek justice.
Therefore, many despicable superiors can continuously prey on beautiful female subordinates, and some experienced middle-aged men can shamelessly indulge in their daughters-in-law.
Crucially, regardless of the type of rapist, it's essential to understand that the focus of rape is not force, but deception.
Some entice women with benefits, which is called seduction. Some intimidate women, which is called coercion. Some men use emotional manipulation to seduce women, calling it "sexual assault."
Most men don't understand women's psychology enough, believing that women are extremely averse to and disgusted by rape. In reality, almost all normal women have, to some extent, imagined or fantasized about rape. Most women aren't disgusted by the rape itself, but by the man who rapes them.
Almost no woman would be disgusted by rape from a tall, strong man with a large, young, and stamina-enhancing penis.
Han Man was no exception.
For a man like Lu Sheng, the core of rape lies in whether he can bring pleasure to a woman. And the key to bringing pleasure is simply whether the woman has been adequately lubricated before penetration.
If Lu Sheng were skilled in this, he wouldn't need to waste time teasing Han Man's neck and chest; he could simply forcibly remove her jeans, apply pre-prepared lubricant to his penis, and penetrate her directly.
Once penetrated by his large penis, the woman's resistance and struggle would be meaningless. Then, slowly conquering other parts of her body would be much easier.
...The clear sky was a deep blue.
In the bustling crowd, no one noticed a seemingly insignificant room inside the giant Ferris wheel, emitting a slight sway and barely audible noise.
No one could imagine that a violent rape was taking place high above the city.
Inside the Ferris wheel room,
Lu Sheng ripped off Han Man's bra, pulling it down to cover her white breasts, making them appear exceptionally perky. Lu Sheng's palms slowly and forcefully kneaded her nipples, sending a shiver down Han Man's spine.
The hot breath seeped into her body from her nipples, and she struggled, pounding on Lu Sheng's firm chest.
"Sheng, Sheng, let me go, you're hurting me,"
Han Man cried out, her brows furrowed.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know your body is the only truth, and I’m going to prove it to you today… You know, I wanted to have sex with you in the car, and I was so uncomfortable while driving…”
“Sheng, calm down, you can’t finish in twenty minutes. If someone finds out, how are we supposed to live…”
Han Man pushed Lu Sheng’s hand away, covered her chest, and started kicking her legs.
“Sorry, I feel like I’m about to ejaculate…”
Lu Sheng wrapped his arm around Han Man’s waist and forcefully pulled down her jeans, along with her underwear. The jeans weren’t completely off, only revealing Han Man’s snow-white buttocks.
Han Man quickly covered her buttocks with one hand. Good heavens, the window is so big, what if the people next to us and below see us? Zeng Jing, Zeng Jing and Shao Yang are still not far away, what if they turn around… Han Man seemed to have difficulty breathing, as if the surrounding air had been sucked out, and the light seemed to have dimmed. In her dazed state, it seemed as if countless eyes were staring at her chest and buttocks.
Lu Sheng lifted Han Man's legs, pressed his upper body against hers, and, supporting his penis with one hand, forcefully thrust it into the crevice between her legs.
The tip of his penis stung from being scraped, but he couldn't squeeze into the opening.
Han Man's tightly closed legs and the stimulating environment made her even more constricted, making it difficult for his large penis to penetrate. His
violent struggles prevented Lu Sheng from succeeding after several attempts. He felt his penis was about to explode, its swollen tip throbbing, desperately needing a wet, smooth touch.
Lu Sheng lifted his body, turning Han Man over so she was kneeling on the floor, her upper body leaning against the chair.
He planned to come from behind.
Her round, beautiful buttocks, with their subtle bumps, were forcefully spread apart by Lu Sheng with one hand, while his other hand pressed down on his erect penis, pushing it towards her honeyed crevice.
Han Man tried to turn around and push Lu Sheng's lower abdomen with her hands, but Lu Sheng grabbed her and pressed her hard against her snow-white buttocks.
"Sheng, don't do this. If you don't want me to hate you for the rest of my life, calm down..."
Men with large penises usually have a strong attitude. In this situation, if it were any other man, he might involuntarily lose heart.
Lu Sheng's hardened heart was unaffected. He forcefully spread her plump buttocks apart, raised his head slightly, and took a few deep breaths. He swayed from side to side, enduring the temporary pain at the tip of his penis, gritted his teeth, and thrust forward violently.
Han Man's body subconsciously caved in, and then let out a soft cry of unbearable pain. The continuous struggle made her lose strength, and she slumped into the seat for a moment. Soon, she covered her face tightly with her hands.
Lu Sheng was stunned. He clearly felt that at the moment his penis penetrated, a stream of fluid overflowed from the tight cavity.
Once inside, the male penetration became much smoother, warm and slippery, muddy and tight, giving Lu Sheng immense pleasure.
Lu Sheng thrust recklessly, immense pleasure surging from the male penetration. The snow-white, beautiful buttocks stung his eyes, and gushing blood rushed to his head.
As the Ferris wheel turned, the room slowly rose, and the shaking gradually became rhythmic. Inside the room, the air seemed to thin and become hot.
But this was far from enough.
If Zeng Jing were the one pinned beneath him, she would definitely use one hand to forcefully spread her buttocks, allowing the male penetration to go deeper, and the other hand would definitely part her disheveled hair to cover her face, forcefully turning her head so that Lu Sheng could see the expression on her face.
But Han Man just covered her face tightly, letting out some inaudible moans with each thrust.
Lu Sheng pulled Han Man's hands, which were covering her face, behind her back and held them tightly. Using a variation of the standing rear-entry position he used in the hotel—a kneeling rear-entry position—he thrust and pounded.
Han Man kept her head down, refusing to raise it or allow any possible view from outside the window to see her face, no matter how lewd her moans.
Lu Sheng truly hadn't expected that raping a beautiful married woman so blatantly high in the city sky would bring such immense pleasure and satisfaction.
Lu Sheng thrust with a violent, unrestrained pace; he knew he didn't have much time left.
As the room neared its highest point, Lu Sheng could vaguely see Zeng Jing excitedly taking pictures in the adjacent room through the window.
Lu Sheng hardened his heart and forcefully pulled Han Man up, assuming a woman-on-top position.
Han Man shook her head desperately, her stray hairs flying in the air, her voice a desperate plea: "Please, please, don't do this to me… I saw it, I saw it! You, you want me dead…"
In the reverse lotus position, Han Man faced the direction of Zeng Jing's room, and Lu Sheng entered her from behind. Han Man's struggling body brought him an almost unbearable pleasure.
Han Man, not yet rigorously trained, wasn't in the correct position, unable to provide the man below with maximum pleasure. But Lu Sheng didn't care much at this point. His heart pounded violently, as if it would burst from his chest. He had no energy to correct Han Man's position.
Lu Sheng held Han Man's hands tightly, keeping her seated on his penis so she wouldn't fall over, his gaze fixed on her beautiful, round buttocks that were constantly swallowing his penis.
"How much more humiliation do you want me to feel before you're satisfied..."
Han Man murmured, sobbing.
For those being raped, whether man or woman, the climax arrives faster and more intensely than usual.
Han Man's hazy eyes revealed deep helplessness and despair. Her husband and daughter were less than a hundred meters away; even a casual glance back would reveal her being raped by Lu Sheng.
Heaven and hell were separated by only a thin line, and she was being repeatedly pushed and shoved by that terrifying man, constantly teetering between them.
Her tender heart seemed to be torn apart.
Han Man's voice gradually fell silent; her soul seemed to have been ripped out and given to the devil, her empty body becoming the prey of men.
A bitter taste appeared on her tongue, but hot tears wouldn't flow into her mouth.
To be pounded, to be raped, whatever you like, I'll give you... A desperate thought arose in Han Man's mind.
At 28, Han Man experienced her first peak of pleasure high in the air.
Her vision blurred; she was on the verge of fainting. She bit her lip hard, desperately trying to stay conscious. If she fainted now, the moment the room spun to the ground, it would likely be her death.
The Ferris wheel continued its slow rotation.
The intense heat inside caused a layer of fog to form on the glass, providing some protection for the two people inside.
Lu Sheng's penis was still inside Han Man, but there was no further movement. Han Man lay on top of Lu Sheng, silent. There was still some distance from the ground, but it was clearly not enough for Lu Sheng to release his pent-up desire.
Lu Sheng was startled by Han Man's climax.
A distorted expression appeared on Han Man's beautiful face, and the violent convulsions and spasms from her slender body even made Lu Sheng, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, wonder if Han Man was ill.
Lu Sheng was once again certain that Han Man's weakness lay more in her heart than in her body.
This model wife, who presented a positive image to the world, possessed an unusually sensitive understanding of shame.
Lu Sheng almost involuntarily curled the corners of his mouth upwards, quickly forming a plan of action he would take against Han Man in the near future. Scenes more shameless and vulgar than those in perverted adult films played out in his mind… Han Man squinted, feeling the unrestrained flow of fluids within her. The tide from deep within her body, carrying her profound guilt and intense pleasure, overflowed uncontrollably.
She didn't stop Lu Sheng's hand, which was gently caressing her nipples; instead, she nestled her head slightly into his embrace, lightly rubbing against him.
“Sheng, you're a good person, and I'm a bad woman,” Han Man's voice was barely audible.
“I love you, Xiao Man.”
Han Man's body tensed, but she didn't speak. She didn't want to break the silence. After all, only at this moment, in this small room, did they truly belong to each other.
Outside the window, the images of objects on the ground gradually grew larger and clearer…
(V) When the room rotated to the ground and the door opened, Han Man nestled against Lu Sheng's arm and walked out shyly. The two cleverly avoided Zeng Jing and Zeng Shaoyang, and went around to the side exit.
When Zeng Jing found them, he didn't notice anything unusual. He was still excitedly sharing the photos he had taken with them, while Zeng Shaoyang jokingly told Lu Sheng that Zeng Jing was too scared to look out from up there.
There were faint water stains on Lu Sheng's crotch, while Han Man's face was flushed as if from the scorching sun.
Next, the family went to play other amusement rides. However, Lu Sheng no longer had a chance to get close to Han Man. The lively Zeng Jing was like a happy little bird, running around and constantly pulling Lu Sheng to play various rides.
Lu Sheng would occasionally secretly observe Han Man and found that the smiles on Han Man's face were significantly more frequent than before. After getting off the Ferris wheel, Han Man didn't go on any other rides. She stayed close to Zeng Shaoyang the entire time, the two elderly people acting like newlyweds.
Han Man's expression, basking in Zeng Shaoyang's affection, made Lu Sheng feel a pang of sadness; his previously erect penis quickly went limp, and his surging desire vanished instantly.
Zeng Jing, on the other hand, seemed to be infected by Lu Sheng's happiness, giving him some comfort. Finding an opportunity, Lu Sheng whispered something in Zeng Jing's ear, causing Zeng Jing to blush deeply and frantically look around, seemingly afraid that others would overhear.
The family played until sunset before Zeng Jing, still wanting more, was persuaded by Lu Sheng to get into the car and return to the hotel. In the car, Zeng Shaoyang quickly fell asleep beside him. Han Man, seemingly exhausted, also closed her eyes to rest. Zeng Jing flipped through the photos taken that day, but occasionally she would steal glances at Lu Sheng.
Dinner was at the hotel.
During the meal, Lu Sheng's hand kept stroking Zeng Jing's buttocks, making it impossible for her to eat properly. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, sweet and juicy, making one want to take a bite.
Zeng Shaoyang ate a few bites and went back to his room to rest. After Zeng Shaoyang left, Lu Sheng became even more unrestrained. Whispering to Zeng Jing was one thing, but in front of Han Man, he directly slipped his hand inside Zeng Jing's clothes, which was particularly inappropriate.
Han Man didn't show any displeasure, acting as if she didn't mind the two of them flirting. She turned a blind eye to Lu Sheng's actions under the table. But what she was thinking was anyone's guess.
After dinner, it was time for the hot springs.
Each room in the hotel had a small hot spring pool, enough for two people. In the hotel's backyard, there were several large hot spring pools, each with its own section for guests to choose from.
Han Man, wrapped tightly in a bath towel, slowly walked towards the small hot spring in her room.
Zeng Shaoyang was already sitting in the hot spring, naked, with his eyes closed, enjoying himself and resting.
Han Man knew that Zeng Shaoyang wasn't asleep, so she gently moved closer to where he was sitting.
"Shaoyang, isn't it a bit too early for Xiao Jing to get married right after graduation?" Han Man asked softly, chatting casually.
“I’m afraid that a daughter is too young to stay at home forever. Let her marry if she wants to.” Zeng Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes, looking at Han Man’s exposed shoulder with a smile.
“Xiao Jing is still young, it’s the time for her to focus on her career. Getting married at this time seems a bit too hasty,” Han Man paused, speaking casually. “It’s not that I’m against them being together, it’s just that I feel Xiao Jing might suffer if she’s with him… Wouldn’t it be better if they spent more time together, getting to know each other better before getting married?”
Zeng Shaoyang didn’t speak, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly considering Han Man’s words. Normally, Zeng Shaoyang respected Han Man’s opinions very much. Deep down, Zeng Shaoyang didn’t want Zeng Jing to marry so early. A daughter is a father’s lover from a past life; he had worked hard to raise her, sending her to school for so many years, and now he was sending her to someone else’s family after graduation—it was truly unsettling. Zeng Shaoyang was quite satisfied with Lu Sheng, but he didn’t know enough about Lu Sheng’s family, so he hesitated for a moment. But Zeng Shaoyang saw Zeng Jing's deeply infatuated expression and knew very well that whether he supported or opposed it, Zeng Jing would definitely go all in.
"Look at them now... I'm scared... who knows, maybe one day she'll be pregnant..." Zeng Shaoyang shook his head, quite helplessly.
"It's okay, I can take more birth control pills over..." At this point, Han Man seemed to realize something and stopped speaking somewhat awkwardly.
Zeng Shaoyang didn't think much of it, but said with some surprise, "These pills aren't good for the body..."
"You don't know, these days young people don't wear condoms anymore, they just..." Han Man chuckled, then added, "I heard it from Xiao Jing..."
Zeng Shaoyang shook his head with a wry smile, he really couldn't deny getting old, his thinking was completely out of touch with the young people.
A few days ago, he overheard a colleague casually talking about how college students, high school students, and even some junior high school students these days are incredibly open-minded. Many young female students, as long as they are even slightly attractive, are out engaging in compensated dating. A few years ago, it was something done secretly, not wanting anyone to know. But in recent years, it's become a trend—people willingly indulging in depravity for high-end cosmetics and luxury goods, for physical pleasure. Some even take pride in it, sharing pictures on social media. The
new college graduates in the office, dressed in trendy clothes and with flashy makeup, aren't thinking about doing their jobs well; instead, they spend all day gossiping about this boss's mistress or that sugar daddy's lover, shamelessly discussing sugar daddies and one-night stands.
Truly, each generation is worse than the last.
Speaking of which, my daughter, Xiao Jing, was raised with strict discipline, is reserved, self-respecting, and well-behaved. She didn't rebel or follow the unconventional paths like other girls.
Of course, Zeng Shaoyang didn't know that beneath the gentle night, Zeng Jing possessed a face he never knew… Zeng Jing carefully wiped away the excess lip gloss, revealing a slightly alluring face under the mirror light.
She'd been getting ready in the restroom for over half an hour; Sheng must be getting impatient.
Zeng Jing adjusted the clips connecting the garter belt and stockings, then smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
Anyone who knew Zeng Jing would be astonished. The woman in the mirror was a completely different person from the pure and lovely girl she usually was.
The woman in the mirror had her hair neatly styled in a bun, her jet-black hair piled high on her back, and the dangling earrings on her earlobes seemed to be studded with diamonds, sparkling brilliantly. Beneath her alluring face was a smooth neck, and she wore a black lace bra and panties, which accentuated her snow-white skin. A black garter belt around her waist tightly held two black stockings on her legs, and on her feet were a pair of black high heels. It was as if a heroine from a Western adult film was dressed like this on a girl with a beautiful Asian face… What was she going to do…? Zeng Jing withdrew her gaze, turned around gently, and opened the bathroom door.
Only the bedside lamp was still on in the room, and a strong, tall, dark figure stood by the window, his hands behind his back. The light leaped over his broad shoulders, casting a dark shadow on the glass.
Zeng Jing lowered her head slightly and tiptoed towards the figure.
Lu Sheng was naked, his masculine gaze, peering through his black-rimmed glasses, scanned Zeng Jing relentlessly, like a lion king surveying its territory, calm and matter-of-fact.
Lu Sheng didn't usually wear glasses, only putting them on before his encounters with Zeng Jing, as seeing every detail was crucial to him.
Zeng Jing stood a short distance from Lu Sheng; the room was so quiet that only her own heartbeat could be heard.
Lu Sheng turned slightly, facing Zeng Jing directly. A man and a woman stood by the window.
Outside, in the distance, the lights twinkled, and a few tables of customers sat at an open-air bar. Due to the height, it was difficult for the customers to see the scene inside unless they craned their necks to observe carefully.
Zeng Jing stood with her hands clasped in front of her, somewhat embarrassed, not daring to look Lu Sheng in the eye. Her gaze slid downwards, but accidentally brushed against Sheng's lower abdomen… Quickly, Zeng Jing bent her knees and gently knelt down.
Her beautiful face was now facing the limp penis.
Zeng Jing's moist eyes closed shyly, her left fingertips, painted with red nail polish, gently lifting Sheng's penis. Her lips parted, and her smooth tongue, mustering its courage, explored towards the burning heat.
Zeng Jing still vividly remembered the first time she sucked on her lover's penis.
It was shortly after she and Lu Sheng got together. After watching a movie, it wasn't even 8:30 yet, and Lu Sheng naturally took Zeng Jing to a hotel next to the cinema.
Zeng Jing felt somewhat awkward and embarrassed, but didn't know how to tell Lu Sheng. It wasn't until she was thrown onto the bed in the room and Lu Sheng was about to pull down her pantyhose that she shyly told him she had started her period.
At that time, Zeng Jing's top was already off, her nipples were numb and hard from being sucked, and although Lu Sheng hadn't taken off his pants, the outline of his crotch was already clearly visible, radiating heat and a masculine aura.
Zeng Jing covered her eyes with her arms, afraid to look at Lu Sheng's face, afraid of seeing the disappointment he might show.
She heard Lu Sheng swallowing slowly, and the sound of him taking off his pants. Through her fingers, Zeng Jing saw Lu Sheng seemingly stand up on the bed, his legs slightly apart, a blurry male penis erect and pointing directly at her.
Lu Sheng rubbed his penis with one hand, and with the other, he pulled Zeng Jing's upper body up from the bed. Zeng Jing stared wide-eyed at the thick penis, unconsciously covering her mouth, feeling her breath catch in her throat.
Never before had Zeng Jing seen a man's penis so close; the sight was undeniably too stimulating for her.
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
The fingers stroking her chin lightly brushed against the corner of her mouth.
Zeng Jing quickly understood what Lu Sheng intended to do to her.
That night, Lu Sheng patiently taught her how to use her lips and tongue to provoke, resist, and conquer a thick, large penis.
On the bed, beside the bed, beside the sofa, by the window, her love for Lu Sheng overcame the tingling in her mouth and jaw. Her clumsy skills hadn't yet become polished in a single night, but Zeng Jing was still thrilled to see Lu Sheng's satisfied expression. That night, when the two came to the window, their position was strikingly similar to today's. Zeng Jing gently took the penis into her mouth again. Just then, Qiao Lin called Lu Sheng. From the other end of the line, Zeng Jing could vaguely hear Qiao Lin's delicate sobs.
Qiao Lin was calling to try and win back Lu Sheng's heart.
As Qiao Lin continued to express her love for Lu Sheng and plead with him to change his mind, Zeng Jing suddenly felt jealous.
She straightened her back slightly, placed her hands on Lu Sheng's thighs, and gradually increased the amplitude of her thrusting.
On the phone, Qiao Lin seemed to have overheard the news of Zeng Jing and Lu Sheng being together, and her words began to target Zeng Jing. "Sheng, did that little bitch Zeng Jing seduce you? Listen to me, don't be fooled by her green tea appearance..."
Lu Sheng, who had been gently advising her, seemed to be getting impatient with Qiao Lin.
"Xiao Lin, don't talk to her like that. Be nice to her, we can still be friends, and we can meet again sometime... You know, I have a few friends who really want to meet you, I'll introduce you to them sometime... Hiss..."
Zeng Jing's tongue gently slid up and down at the cleft of her penis, such stimulation would make even the strongest man feel numb.
Qiao Lin was unaware that Lu Sheng was currently enjoying Zeng Jing's oral service, and continued to speak tenderly, "Sheng, I, I really love you so much. I can do anything for you, please don't leave me..."
"Is that so? Hehe, not everything..."
Qiao Lin's voice paused, and she quickly understood what Lu Sheng meant. That incident made her feel somewhat guilty towards Lu Sheng, and her voice became somewhat hesitant.
"That, that time, you had just ejaculated, how could I use my mouth... Sheng, I'm willing to do anything except that... behind, behind me, I'm willing to do anything, I'll give it all to you, okay..." "
Alright, Xiao Lin, don't say these things anymore. I already have Xiao Jing, I don't need you to do anything for me anymore. You should cheer up and live your own life."
Zeng Jing smoothed the hair behind his ear, his tongue still focused on gently circling the tip of his penis.
“Sheng, have you forgotten all that we’ve been through? All the crazy things I did for you in the library, all the movies we watched together… Please, don’t leave me… Or, or… I’m willing to be your girlfriend along with Zeng Jing… We can have a threesome…”
Qiao Lin’s voice continued, but Lu Sheng remained silent. His penis throbbed powerfully a few times. His eyes were slightly closed, seemingly stimulated by the images in his mind.
Zeng Jing gently grasped the middle of his penis with one hand, and gently rubbed the scrotum with the other.
His penis suddenly began to grow larger, and Lu Sheng casually tossed his phone aside, thrusting his lower body forward slightly.
Zeng Jing opened her eyes curiously, but couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.
Ah!
Thick, white semen gushed from the tip of his penis, hitting her face and making her heart skip a beat.
Somewhat at a loss, Zeng Jing dared not move until his penis had completely ejaculated, then she slowly opened her eyes again.
Gazing at the penis covered in sticky semen, Zeng Jing opened her mouth again, her lips and tongue covering it without hesitation.
Wiping away the remaining semen, she kissed the tip, her actions carrying a hint of fawning.
She knew this was the key to winning this exceptional man's heart.
The unique salty taste was simultaneously imprinted on Zeng Jing's body. No matter which man she would date, marry, or have children with in the future, this innocent night would forever be etched deep within her heart.
For a young, pure girl, her first time performing oral sex on a man, cleaning his penis with her tongue, was more memorable than a girl's first kiss or first time, no less significant than a faithful wife's extramarital affair.
She didn't know when Qiao Lin hung up the phone, but Zeng Jing knew she had completely won this battle with Qiao Lin… The familiar touch on her tongue pulled Zeng Jing back to reality. A unique salty-astringent taste incessantly awakened her taste buds, while a powerful surge of yang energy rushed straight into her nostrils, numbing her brain.
A nimble tongue darted out of her mouth, like a hook, luring the man's heart.
After a few brief touches, the tongue withdrew.
She glanced shyly into Lu Sheng's eyes, then her tongue, glistening with sweet saliva, ventured out again.
This time, the girl's tongue was softer, starting from below the tip and slowly sliding upwards, her taste buds rubbing against his penis repeatedly.
This was his most sensitive spot. His penis quickly became engorged, veins and blood vessels bulging from his skin, hardening to the touch, the glistening tip pointing high towards the ceiling.
Zeng Jing had to gently pry it down with her hands so her tongue could reach it. Her left hand supported his penis, while her right hand began massaging his scrotum.
Occasionally, she would take it into her mouth, probing deeper and deeper. Moist saliva enveloped and soaked his manhood.
Licking, circling, holding, sucking.
Lu Sheng, head held high, let out a sigh of pleasure.
Zeng Jing smiled smugly; she loved hearing Lu Sheng's pleasurable sounds.
Under the night sky, the silhouettes of the beautiful girl and the strong man, one standing and one kneeling, were reflected outside the window, shining brightly against the backdrop of countless lights.
... Han Man gently brushed the water from her shoulders. Zeng Shaoyang, unable to bear the heat, had already gotten up and gone back to his room.
The warm spring water not only brought sweat to her forehead but also stirred a tingling sensation between her legs.
In the Ferris wheel room high in the sky, the intense thrusting had not only etched a deep crack in her heart but also left a lingering writhing and tearing sensation between her legs.
Han Man felt utterly lost, unsure of what to do.
On one side was her beloved husband, gentle, considerate, and successful. On the other side was her young lover, tall, strong, and with a hard manhood.
She didn't want to lose either of them, nor did she want to hurt either of them.
Zeng Shaoyang had treated her with unwavering devotion for years, showering her with affection and practically doting on her every whim; she couldn't bring herself to ask him for a divorce. On the other hand, Lu Sheng was also entangled with her, and she couldn't let go.
But continuing this illicit relationship would undoubtedly be a form of harm and torment for both of them.
In fact, she knew very well why her attitude towards Lu Sheng was so volatile and ambiguous, why she felt so uncomfortable seeing Lu Sheng being kind to Zeng Jing, and why she felt so angry every time she saw Zeng Jing enjoying Lu Sheng's affection, and thought about Zeng Jing being forcefully violated by Lu Sheng on the bed, even wanting to rush up and tear apart that seductive face hidden beneath her innocent appearance.
Because she was jealous.
Whenever she thought of this, Han Man always felt a sense of powerlessness.
What right did she, with her status, have to be jealous of her stepdaughter? After all, she was that man's legitimate girlfriend; even if she tried her best to stop it, they were the ones who were destined to be husband and wife.
The steam rose from the hot spring, but Han Man's heart remained icy cold.
Unrequited love, separation.
Her wounded heart ached terribly.
...Lu Sheng's brain was pounding with the rush of blood, veins bulging on his forehead. A
strikingly beautiful girl, as clever and obedient as ever, gently sucked on his penis. Lu Sheng was not only satisfied with the physical stimulation and the extremely lewd scene before him, but also intoxicated by the girl's self-sacrifice.
Such a beautiful, pure, and academically gifted female college student, if she were with any other man, would probably be living a blissful princess life every day. Who would have thought that she would be serving him in such a lewd manner?
Lu Sheng was not satisfied with this. After the girl's tongue slightly soothed the swelling sensation of his penis, his hands, which had been behind his back, slowly emerged.
A ball of red hemp rope.
Zeng Jing's pupils dilated suddenly, seemingly showing fear, but then worry and moisture surfaced.
For many nights in the past, Lu Sheng had been obsessed with using this hemp rope to bind her upper body, forcing her stockinged lower body to straddle his thick penis, being trained and punished again and again.
"Sheng, Sheng..." Zeng Jing's voice was somewhat frightened, yet it was exceptionally able to ignite the man's inner passion, "Can you please stop binding me..."
Zeng Jing sucked hard, looking at Lu Sheng with pleading eyes, not daring to look at the ball of rope. "What's wrong?" Lu Sheng asked, somewhat puzzled. "Your reactions were quite good before..."
"I... I'm a little scared..."
"What are you afraid of, baby? Today isn't training, just adding a little fun." Lu Sheng's gentle voice sounded encouraging.
Zeng Jing lowered her head, no longer looking at Lu Sheng, and silently circled the tip of his penis a few times with the tip of her tongue. After a while, she said softly, "Every time, every time you tie me up, I feel like I've become a different person, a monster that scares me..." Zeng Jing sucked a few more times, then continued, "I'm scared. What if one day you don't want me anymore? I'll become a monster that nobody wants."
"Xiao Jing..." Lu Sheng paused, unsure how to phrase it.
"Sheng, I've done so many terrible things, don't you think I'm despicable..." Before Lu Sheng could speak, Zeng Jing continued softly, "Sheng, I did all these things for you willingly. I definitely wouldn't have done them for anyone else... If one day you really don't want me anymore, I'll have no choice but to... I'll have to die..."
Lu Sheng fell silent, unsure of how his heart might change in the future.
Zeng Jing also silently sucked, her face somewhat somber.
Lu Sheng gazed at Zeng Jing's red lips, the same color as a rope, his penis currently moving in and out of those lips.
In matters of sex, Lu Sheng had never been one to compromise with women, and he showed no intention of letting go of the red rope in his hand.
Qiao Lin's rejection that time had instantly extinguished Lu Sheng's love for her. Lu Sheng wasn't sure if Zeng Jing would keep his promise and marry her if she refused.
Silence represented Lu Sheng's attitude. Zeng Jing sighed silently in her heart; this time, she had compromised again.
After sucking on Nan Zheng's breasts again, Zeng Jing silently stood up, slowly turned her back, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly put her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra, like an angel who had personally plucked her own wings.
This was the position she was prepared for the man to tie her up.
Lu Sheng didn't hesitate, skillfully using ropes to tightly bind Zeng Jing's hands and upper body. Her breasts, full and plump, squeezed out from the gaps in the ropes.
The sight of the girl bound was enough to make Nan Zheng feel explosive.
Lu Sheng had a unique understanding of women. He used taking rather than giving to tightly bind a woman's heart. He constantly took from her, making her constantly give back. He had discovered long ago that the more a woman gave to him, the deeper her feelings for him became. Those women who completely gave him everything were often the most devoted to him.
A strange flush appeared on Zeng Jing's face at this moment. The burning gaze lingering on her body was enough to make her body sway involuntarily.
Breathing seemed to slow… Zeng Jing slowly turned around, standing tall and straight. Her slightly lowered gaze revealed her prominent breasts, which appeared exceptionally lewd.
Almost instinctively, before Lu Sheng could speak, her body knelt down again.
Lu Sheng's abdominal muscles hardened noticeably, their defined lines clearly visible.
Life needs rituals.
For Lu Sheng, binding a girl and making her kneel before him to suck his penis was a perfect ritual.
He would periodically use such rituals to gradually accustom the girls to it.
Habits are terrifying things. A person who consistently exercises for an hour every day is completely different from an ordinary person. Lu Sheng's long-term commitment to fitness not only sculpted strong muscles for him but also gave him abundant energy and an extremely strong desire.
From a very early age, Lu Sheng valued the power of habit. Through many small rituals, he gradually instilled habits in each of his girlfriends, slowly accepting what was initially considered vulgar and depraved, ultimately leading to dependence.
As Zeng Jing was repeatedly bound and forced to suckle his penis, Lu Sheng planted seeds within her in this way. When these seeds took root, sprouted, and soared to the heavens, Zeng Jing would inevitably undergo a change she herself could never have imagined.
Lu Sheng clearly felt that this time, Zeng Jing was noticeably softer and more submissive than before.
He wouldn't deny that this was the effect of the binding. He knew very well that a bound woman was significantly more docile and more like a real woman than an unbound one.
Zeng Jing also gradually realized that this seemingly insignificant rope, while binding her body, had unleashed the demons within her.
Unable to use her hands, she could only use the tip of her tongue to gently guide the tip of his penis into her lips. The strength of her waist propelled her upper body to move slowly back and forth.
The juices overflowing from her lips mingled with the sweat flowing from her ears, sliding down her white neck and landing on her snow-white breasts.
That familiar restraint and gratitude ignited Zeng Jing's passion, almost a sense of great sacrifice filling her heart.
Her tongue became increasingly agile, her expression growing more and more infatuated. Her tongue moved rapidly below the tip of the cleft, and Lu Sheng's eyes responded with passionate enthusiasm. Taking the soft, wet scrotum into his mouth became easier; the large scrotum almost filled his mouth, and Lu Sheng clearly didn't want to ejaculate so easily. This was just ordinary foreplay in a passionate sexual encounter.
Slowly withdrawing his completely wet penis, he subtly gestured for Zeng Jing to stand up.
Today, he would enter from behind, just like he had used on Han Man in the hotel that day.
A pair of black panties fluttered to the ground.
Lu Sheng lifted Zeng Jing's legs from behind, pressing her body directly against the hotel glass. Bound, Zeng Jing's body didn't react as strongly as Han Man's. Although she felt some fear and reluctance, she was powerless to resist the man's actions.
Bound, Zeng Jing's vaginal canal was noticeably tighter.
Before Lu Sheng could even properly appreciate the differences between Zeng Jing's and Han Man's vocal cords, Zeng Jing couldn't help but let out a wanton scream.
After all, she was a female college student with an innocent appearance, and when her smooth lower body was clearly exposed to the glass window, the tide of desire still crashed against the dam of shame.
No! No… Her weak pleas and groveling were utterly ineffective in swaying Lu Sheng's hardened heart; her feeble resistance seemed to be luring the man's clutches. The brutal entry sent a sharp tearing sensation through her lower body; the crack between her legs became a wound in her flesh. His thick, erect penis became a vulture devouring her juices, greedily penetrating her tight flesh, relentlessly pounding into her soft depths. Pain and pleasure intertwined, becoming a wonderful poison.
Her meticulously made-up face revealed an exceptionally ferocious side, paired with alluring makeup, transforming her into a bewitching figure.
Zeng Jing clearly noticed that the man behind her, relentlessly thrusting, had now descended into madness, uttering incoherent murmurs.
It seemed like he was talking to himself, yet also like he was speaking to another woman.
In her line of sight, the number of patrons sitting in the open-air bar gradually increased. If any of them looked up carefully, they might discover what was happening behind the glass.
At this moment, all she could do, besides tightly closing her eyes, was probably express her dissatisfaction by thrusting her hips back a few times.
The pleasure within her climbed from one peak to another.
A woman loved by a strong and powerful man is happy. Being so adored by her lover filled Zeng Jing's heart with a slow, blissful feeling, easily making her ignore the physical pain.
Lu Sheng only thrust for about ten minutes before letting her go. It was still a rear-entry position, but Lu Sheng led her to the bedside, placing her upper body on the edge, changing to a kneeling rear-entry position.
Zeng Jing didn't know that this was the position Lu Sheng had used when he penetrated Han Man in the Ferris wheel room earlier that day. Unlike Han Man, who kept her head down, Zeng Jing tried to raise her head and turn her upper body to the side.
Black stockings covered her white skin, bright red hemp rope bound her delicate flesh, and twisted pleasure climbed onto her alluring face.
Bound behind her back, her hands clenched tightly. The almost complete penetration of his penis dragged her voice away, tearing it into countless fragments.
Rough hands kneaded her full, round buttocks, and Zeng Jing heard Lu Sheng's gasps of admiration, her heart burning with desire.
The long, thick penis entered her round buttocks with a prolonged process. The high-pitched moans stimulated Lu Sheng's eardrums, making his heart pound. The tip of his penis, which had just been teased by the soft tongue, was now tightly gripped by the muddy passage.
Familiar images and those from the daytime flashed and overlapped, blurring the vision. It seemed a sexy married woman had appeared out of nowhere, also kneeling and prone, her round buttocks raised towards him. Two distinctive, snow-white buttocks swayed, seemingly vying for his thick penis.
This imagined scene quickly brought Lu Sheng to the brink of climax. Greedily gazing at the alluring scene, Lu Sheng struggled to slowly pull his penis out, which throbbed with resentment.
After a brief moment of calm, Lu Sheng flipped Zeng Jing over and entered her again in the traditional missionary position.
Although her upper body was bound, Zeng Jing quickly spread her legs wide, her tender vulva opening and closing, absorbing the thick penis.
Zeng Jing looked at Lu Sheng with tenderness, while Lu Sheng stared obsessively at the patch of white skin between her legs.
Sensing that his increasingly intense desire had been suppressed, Lu Sheng prepared to begin a new round of conquest.
Ding-dong—just then, the doorbell rang.
(To be continued)

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