Zhang Cha's aunt

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【Li Cha's Aunt】　　Author
: Audience 　　Published 　　on
October 19, 2016 on 　　001 　　First 　　published 　　on 　　:
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... 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　 The beautiful woman before him 　　, Wang Yuting, with her long, slender legs that were a full meter and 1.1 meters long, had to stretch out her arms, gripping 　　the glass door frame of the balcony, spreading her legs wide, her alluring little buttocks protruding, her long, white legs 　　spread apart like cones, the heels of her white Estèphe high heels forming 　　a 45-degree angle with the ground, so that her husband could insert his beaded, short penis into her honey hole 　　. 　　Under Zhang Cha's frenzied movements, her whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, her ten slender fingers 　　almost unable to grip the glass door frame, her forearms bent so high they were almost touching the glass, and she bit 　　her lips tightly. 　　That's right, this couple, who to no one would guess they were a couple, is none other than 　　the most famous union of a beautiful woman and a poor man in New Taipei City recently. Wang Yuting, the second daughter of Wang Daqian 　　, chairman of New Taipei Bank, and her husband, Zhang Cha, a drifter who doesn't even have a high school diploma and has been working as a gardener's apprentice at his home—for almost 　　half a year now, this love story of a rich heiress and a drifter has become local entertainment news, 　　the most talked-about anecdote in the local gossip tabloids. Things like a rich heiress falling for a poor boy, a fairy 　　tale in the real world, how status and education can't stop love, and so on. 　　But in reality, the key to this relationship, or rather, the marriage between this rich girl and the short, poor man, 　　was that this gardener's apprentice, who hadn't even graduated from high school, had an 　　aunt who was among the top 100 richest people in the world. Wang Yuting's father, Wang Daqian, a prominent figure in New Taipei City, went 　　bankrupt during the financial crisis. If it weren't for the investment from Zhang Cha's aunt, he would have long been a penniless man on welfare 　　, and thus had no choice but to make his daughter compromise and marry such a wealthy man. 　　At this moment, just like what had happened several times a day for the past three months, Zhang Cha, originally a loser, 　　grabbed Wang Yuting's soft, cheese-like breasts with his thick, dark hands. 　　He squeezed and kneaded her two pink nipples inside her white lace bra, kneading them until the two snow-white skin turned crimson 　　, as if he wanted to crush those jade breasts. Zhang Yuting frowned, and he stretched out his thick-coated tongue 　　, licking up and down her snow-white back along the alluring spine, 　　saying as he did so, "How about it? Wife, to make you happy, I wasn't even afraid of surgery. I specially found 　　the best master in New Taipei City to implant beads in me. The master said that any penis that passes through his hands, even a parasite, can 　　become a dragon." 　　"How about it? I haven't properly fucked you for over half a month. Don't you think I'm completely different from before 　　?" 　　The short, ugly man said smugly, but the young lady in front of him just frowned and pursed 　　her lips, feeling like she was being toyed with and humiliated by a toad. She closed her eyes, hoping it 　　would all be over soon. 　　"What? Wife, can you feel the difference?" The short, ugly man continued to ask shamelessly. 　　Because of the height difference, he had to stand on tiptoe to insert his penis into his wife's vagina 　　—even though Wang Yuting had tried her best to spread her legs to facilitate his movements. * 　　Slap slap slap slap*, the man comically twisted his hips, moving his buttocks. His short, dark buttocks contrasted sharply 　　with the woman's fair, plump buttocks, and his short legs contrasted sharply with the woman's long, beautiful legs. Seeing that Zhang Yuting 　　remained unresponsive, not even making a sound of pleasure, only breathing softly, Zhang Cha 　　grumbled again, "Wife, why aren't you happy at all? I even had surgery for you." 　　The air was thick with the scent of sweat and her body odor. Wang Yuting, with her angelic face like a supermodel, 　　tilted her snow-white neck back. Beneath her slender neck, faint blue veins 　　blended with the undulating curves of her pink neck, accentuated by her vigorous movements. Her short, flowing hair, as if soaked by rain, 　　clung to her fair forehead, appearing disheveled and messy. 　　"Happy? How could I possibly be happy?" 　　Wang Yuting bit her lip, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly, silently lamenting to herself. Under Zhang Cha's 　　rough movements, it felt as if a pile driver was penetrating between his legs; besides the forceful, chaotic thrusting, 　　there was absolutely no pleasure. 　　"Don't do that, wife, I know you'll feel it soon."

Behind her, the man, who had only pulled down his pants to expose his buttocks, continued to thrust his meager, fleshy
rear end like a clown, slapping and pounding Wang Yuting's pert little buttocks, causing them to change shape repeatedly, her pink and smooth
white skin turning crimson.
He moved his hips rhythmically, feeling his wife's vagina was dry and tight, without a trace of lubrication,
just like every foreplay, chafing his beaded penis until it ached. But it didn't matter; in
a little while, the pills he'd given his wife would take effect. Then her vagina would become hot and wet,
she would cry and scream for him to fuck her harder, and then he could, like every time,
make his wife cry and scream, tears streaming down her face, drool flowing from her mouth, experiencing a pleasure that was almost unbearable
.
Yes, the pills—that's what made it work. Zhang Cha thought to himself as he worked hard
. Wang Yuting felt the same way; in fact, Zhang Cha's words made her body feel increasingly hot, as
if a small flame was slowly burning within her.
Yes, it was all because of those damned pills…
“Mmm…” She pursed her lips, but the sounds that escaped her lips gradually became alluring, turning
into those tantalizing, sticky breaths that made men's hearts itch.
No, I don't want it.
She gripped the balcony door tightly, trying to suppress this desire, but the fire in her heart burned even brighter.
Her breasts, grasped by Zhang Cha's hands, no longer hurt from his clumsy kneading; instead, she could feel the fire within her finding an outlet as his hands
kneaded her nipples, feeling incredibly comfortable
.
"How is it, wife? Are you feeling better?"
Zhang Cha continued to move his fingers, pinching his wife's nipples, which were already hard like pomegranate seeds, with his fingernails, and
grasping her small, lemon-like breasts—he could clearly feel his wife's vagina becoming slippery, and
with a soft, squelching sound, a little bit of sticky fluid, like rice porridge, began to flow out, sticking to his penis, which didn't seem thick even with beads inserted
.
He kept asking, while the young lady in front of him gritted her teeth, not wanting to pay attention to him, but in fact, her
body exposed everything. She began to uncontrollably stick out her buttocks, welcoming the man's thrusts,
her slender waist twisting like a water snake, beads of sweat appearing on her straight, long, beautiful legs without an ounce of excess fat
, her moans growing louder and louder, the soft panting coming from her nose, her whole body feeling like dough
, becoming softer and softer.
Zhang Cha held his wife's slender waist, watching as Wang Yuting couldn't even hold onto the doorframe, her whole body falling forward
, requiring him to hold her waist tightly to keep her from collapsing to the ground. He knew the time was almost up and quickly stopped
. The young lady, drugged, unconsciously twisted her hips, her pair of pink and alluring buttocks swaying, thirstily
craving Zhang Cha to continue fucking her—yes, at this moment, any man's penis, even anything
long enough to insert into her vagina, would satisfy her. But
Zhang Cha, with his penis inserted into her warm vagina, remained completely still.
"Mmm..." Her voice became increasingly seductive, her breathing heavier, her
vagina, growing increasingly hot from the lack of male movement, thirstily gripping Zhang Cha's penis, which was barely thicker than a pencil.
The sensitive pubic flesh inside her vagina seemed alive, constantly writhing, making Zhang Cha almost moan with pleasure
.
A smug smile finally appeared on the short, ugly man's face. "Hmph, wife, no matter how aloof you are,
after taking my drug, you'll still beg me to fuck you, won't you?" he thought to himself. Seeing the drug taking effect and his wife about
to give in, he pulled his penis out of her wet vagina.
With a "pop," a white, sticky sac was squeezed out of Wang Yuting's opening and closing vagina as the man's penis was withdrawn
.
The woman's body trembled, and she let out a different kind of moan because her penis was suddenly gone.
"Wife, isn't my cock amazing? Doesn't it feel so good it makes you want to fly?"
The man, only 1.5 meters tall, asked again. In front of him, her slender body was almost completely sprawled
on the ground, her long, jade-like legs bent and crossed, her buttocks raised high. The young lady could only breathe heavily
, her sweat-covered buttocks trembling with the rise and
fall of her beautiful back, which was wrapped in a white Bafalat custom-made dress.
She stuck out her small, bouncy buttocks, unwilling to admit that she couldn't control her body because of the drugs,
but the burning sensation inside her, the emptiness in her vagina without the man's cock... "
I want it, I want a man's thing, anything, as long as it can be inside me...
"
Wang Yuting moaned, her hair damp with sweat obscuring her eyes. Her slender, white
legs, like chopsticks, were spread wide, her rounded knees touching the wooden floor. Her small feet, clad in Estée Lauder white high heels, parted to the sides, 　　revealing a thin, bright red slit between her buttocks, which
rose with each thrust of the man , almost dripping blood. A delicate 　　, closed chrysanthemum, like a small mouth, seemed to open with each breath, 　　the black pubic hair hanging below the slit and the base of her thighs glistening with sticky fluid. 　　"How is it, wife? Do you want my big cock that I just inserted the beads into?" 　　The man inserted his fingers into the woman's petals, stroking the small mouth of her honeypot. 　　Wang Yuting's back trembled violently, and she arched her neck again—as Zhang Cha's fingers teased her subtly, 　　brushing her sensitive lips with his fingertips, Wang Yuting felt as if she were being electrocuted. An indescribable 　　pleasure surged through her like a raging torrent. 　　"Mmm, mmm..." 　　she whimpered, her whole body trembling. She didn't want to beg Zhang Cha, but she couldn't resist those fingers, 　　as if they possessed magic, stirring the fire within her, causing her to gasp like a wild beast—

The man's fingers continued to slide back and forth at the entrance of her tiny, barely-there vulva, glistening with her nectar, tracing
the tight crevice all the way to the tip, touching
the clitoris that had emerged from the small membrane under the influence of the drug, but stopping short of actually penetrating it.
"Mmm..." Wang Yuting lowered her head again, her eyes half-closed, hidden by her hair, her pearly white teeth
biting her pink lips, almost drawing blood as she endured the pain, glistening saliva beginning to trickle from the corners of her lips
.
"Wow..." Finally, she could no longer hold back, tilting her head back and letting out a soft cry.
"How is it, wife?"
Seeing that the time was ripe, the short, ugly man teased again, also asking anxiously
.
"Yes...yes..." Wang Yuting murmured, a sticky sound escaping from between her pearly white teeth,
so soft that she could barely hear it herself.
"What? Wife? What did you say?" The man, instead of stopping, continued to press
his wife.
"I want...I want..." The young lady's voice grew louder, but it was still slurred and indistinct.
Her pert little buttocks trembled restlessly, and her ten slender, white fingers clenched tightly, revealing
the final struggle within her.
"What? What are you saying? I can't hear you." The man extended his finger again, placing it
under her buttocks, subtly teasing the entrance to her vulva, the pubic hair glistening with nectar.
"Yes, my dear husband, I want..." Wang Yuting's voice trembled again, and with the man's finger,
she shook her buttocks as if electrocuted.
The stimulation, which had temporarily stopped, resumed like a flood after a dam had burst, destroying Wang
Yuting's last remaining restraint. The man could clearly feel his wife's vulva opening like a small mouth, sucking on
the tip of his thumb.
"Ah, ah, my dear husband, I want it, I want it..." she cried out, her head tilted back, oblivious to all restraint
.
"Want what?" The man's thumb moved inside her wet, slippery vagina, circling and tickling, while
his middle finger pressed against her clitoris. Wang Yuting's body trembled violently, her small, bouncy buttocks
undulating.
"I want your big cock, your little slut wants your big cock. Hurry, hurry, I want it, this little slut wants your
big cock..." Unable to control herself any longer, Wang Yuting practically screamed, her voice so loud that the man
wondered if his company assistant sleeping in the tent outside the villa, or his sister and brother-in-law next door, might hear
—but at this point, he couldn't care less about that.
Seeing that the time had finally come, he quickly picked up Wang Yuting's limp, noodle-like body and helped her up again
. He had her, barely able to stand, grip the balcony door frame in front of her, and, holding one of her long, slender, snow-white legs,
placed her soft, white leg on his shoulder
. He then thrust his penis, already hard as a rock and pierced with beads, into Wang Yuting's moist, pulsating vagina, which opened and closed like a small mouth.
"Mmm," 　　Zhang Cha couldn't help but groan
as her wife's tender vagina, which had previously been so tight that even a cotton swab could barely be inserted, gripped his beaded penis . 　　"Ah..." 　　At the same time, the feeling of her thirsty, burning vagina finally being filled by the man's penis caused Wang Yuting 　　to let out a soft cry. 　　The short, ugly man quickly began thrusting his penis in and out of his wife's tight, wet vagina. 　　Each thrust, the sticky, wet fluid coating his beaded penis, burrowed and protruded into the woman's hot, red 　　flesh, almost dripping with blood. The round beads scraped against her sensitive pubic meat, making Wang Yuting 　　feel as if her soul was about to fly away; her whole body trembled. 　　"How is it, wife? How's my beaded penis?" 　　"So good, husband, your big penis is so good..." she murmured, her hair disheveled. 　　"Faster, faster, fuck this little slut to death! This little slut loves big-penis brothers. Faster, ah, ah... good, 　　so good." 　　"Hey, now it's not just big-penis brothers anymore, it's beaded big-penis brothers," the man said, panting 　　heavily. 　　"Yes, yes, ah, ah, ah... Big cock brother with buried beads, big cock brother with buried beads 　　... Fuck this little slut to death, fuck this little slut to death, ah, ah, ah..." Wang Yuting moaned loudly as if she had gone mad 　　, her seductive voice definitely reaching her sister and brother-in-law's room next door. 　　Her pink neck was arched back, her upper body, still wearing the custom-made white Bafarat dress, almost completely pressed against 　　the glass door frame of the balcony. The high-quality merino wool fabric was squeezed even more messily, her ten slender, long fingertips, 　　with manicured nails inlaid with pearls and rhinestones, were almost blending into the glass surface. Her forearms were also 　　against the glass door, and her breasts, hanging down below the neckline, swayed with her body, the sensitive 　　nipples constantly rubbing against the fabric. 　　"Quick, quick, husband, ah, ah, the big cock brother with the buried bead is so amazing, the big cock 　　brother with the buried bead is so amazing, ah, ah..." 　　Wang Yuting kept shouting, feeling her body was about to melt. Her 　　eyes, hidden by her messy hair, were like fire in her black pupils as she looked at the blue sky, white clouds, and starry sand beach outside the balcony 　　, as well as the company assistant's tent outside the villa that looked like a doghouse—but in reality, 　　she didn't notice any of these things, including the reflection on the lens of the binoculars that were secretly watching this scene from inside the tent 　　. 　　"Don't worry, wife, I buried the bead just to make you happy." 　　The man's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the speed of his hip movements slowed down because of the sweat on his head, but he 　　still moved with all his might. 　　He held Wang Yuting's beautiful leg, which looked like a model's, and caressed the smooth and tender skin of her calf, which was so white that it didn't seem like flesh, 　　but rather like plastic. He stuck out his tongue, which was covered with a coating, and licked the drops of sweat on it.

*Drip—* Because of this posture, where she could only stand on one leg, almost like a split, from the side, Wang Yuting's
two snow-white thighs were spread at their maximum angle. Her slender, non-bulky thighs,
her gracefully curved calves, and the insteps of her beautiful feet, unstockinged
and encased in high heels, with their slender, almost sapphire-blue hue, were all so alluring.
The man exerted all his strength in his final thrust, *thump thump thump thump*, the dark, but not even short and thick,
penis, adorned with beads, contrasting sharply with the dazzling white of the woman's genitals.
Below the smooth triangle formed by the bulge of the tendons at the base of the woman's two snow-white thighs and her slender waist, a
short, pencil-thick penis, even with the beads buried inside, burrowed
in and out of the woman's tiny, fleshy opening—a opening so small that not even a finger could fit. Strands of sticky white foam clung to the man's penis.
The delicate slit at the base of the woman's thighs was fully open in this position, the pink labia majora and
the labia minora, seemingly about to bleed, were scraped by the protrusion on the man's penis, each stroke like a tear being
turned inside out.
"Ah, ah, husband, you're so good! Husband, your big, beaded penis is so good! Faster, faster, faster, fuck this little
slut to death! Ah, ah, ah..."
The hot, sensitive flesh was scraped back and forth by the glans of the man's penis and the beads. Each stroke
felt like her soul was flying out of her body. Her nipples, hidden beneath her clothes, were itchy from the friction of the fabric. She
longed for a man's large hands to grasp her breasts, knead and play with them. She envied her sister's breasts, so large that she could
hold them in her mouth, but hers couldn't. She wanted a man to suckle her breasts, to hold
her nipples in his mouth.
Wang Yuting's arms were bent over, like a banana leaf being pounded by rain, her head pressed against the glass door, almost unable to support
herself, her body slowly sliding down again. She cried out softly, silvery
saliva sticking between her parted teeth, her fragrant tongue swirling, a moist, rosy patch appearing in her open mouth, even
the soft, fleshy flesh beneath her upturned, delicate tongue was so sexy, tempting a man's desire.
"Ah, ah, husband, you're so good, faster, faster, fuck this little slut to death, ah, ah, husband's big cock is so
amazing... husband's big cock is so amazing..."
she cried out thirstily. Under the influence of the drug, her originally snow-white skin was coated with a bright
red, and her two small, electric buttocks trembled mesmerizingly, like a wild little mare, making Zhang
Cha feel that his cock might be flung out of her pussy at any moment. But at this moment,
Zhang Cha's movements, which had been working hard, suddenly stopped. His taut buttocks trembled violently, and a white fluid
shot out from the glans of his cock, which was tightly inserted into his wife's vagina, with a few sizzling sounds that could not be heard by anyone, and shot into
Wang Yuting's vagina.
"Faster, faster, husband, husband..." The woman, who did not realize that the man had ejaculated, continued
to move her small buttocks, her pair of small, electric buttocks trembling like electric currents. The still-burning, unsatisfied flesh inside her honeyed orifice
gripped Zhang Cha's rapidly softening penis, sucking
and writhing as if trying to squeeze every last drop of blood from it.
"Damn it, didn't the old man say it would be fine for half an hour after the bead was inserted? How come it only lasted five minutes!"
The man, who usually ejaculated in no more than three minutes, grumbled angrily. Seeing his wife still
moaning with unsatisfied desire, but his penis not only had softened but was also painfully gripped by her tender vagina,
he had no choice but to pull his penis out of her vagina.
"Wife, how about… we use the old method?"
he panted, his limp penis hanging down, sweat beading on his neck, shamelessly asking. Seeing that
he was no longer supporting her, his wife, who was burning with desire from the pills, immediately collapsed to the ground again. Without her husband's
small penis, she could only use her slender fingertips to spread her legs and probe her own vagina. In the sunset
, golden sunlight streamed in from one side of the villa, illuminating Wang Yuting, who was leaning against the glass door of the balcony.
Wang Yuting's eyes were hazy, her once bright and beautiful eyes now misty, her mouth slightly open. One of her shoulders
peeked out from the disheveled neckline, revealing a glimpse of her slender, alluring neck and the delicate
lines of her collarbone.
One of her long, slender, white legs was bent, while the other stretched forward, the white toe of her shoe and her alluring
ankle adorned with a pair of crumpled black lace panties and denim shorts that Zhang Cha had just removed. Driven by lust
, her consciousness blurred, and she moved her hands incessantly, kneading her clitoris.
Her ten slender fingers, like those of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, were long, thin, and snow-white. The index and
middle fingers of her right hand were buried inside her vagina.
A clear, rice-water-like fluid clung to her slender fingertips. The long, elaborate manicured nails, unsuitable for self-pleasure,
and the pearls and rhinestones embedded in them, constantly scraped against her flesh, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.
"Mmm, mmm..."
"Husband, husband..." she moaned, her brows furrowed, but compared to the torment of lust, she
was willing to endure the pain. She groaned, her small, white nose and body covered in sweat.
Until her husband rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a huge vibrator with many black protrusions on it.
"Damn it, that old swindler took over ten thousand from me, and it's still the same. Honey, I'm sorry you had to go through with this, let's just go back to
normal."
The man said guiltily, holding the vibrator, he moved it close to Wang Yuting's body and poked it against her lips.
The young lady, whose consciousness was already completely blurred, seemed to have been looking forward to this thing. As soon as the ugly
thing touched her lips, she couldn't wait to take it into her mouth, clenching her cheeks and sucking .
"Mmm..." She tilted her fragrant neck back, the black vibrator, now
switched on, hummed and rotated in her mouth, intertwining with her clitoris, filling her mouth completely.
Crystalline saliva flowed from the corner of her lips, down Wang Yuting's mouth, and onto her fair chin.
Zhang Cha watched his wife's throat move and unconsciously swallowed, silently lamenting, "God
! You finally gave me such a wealthy aunt and such a beautiful wife, but
why won't you let me have a decent penis? Beautiful flesh before me, yet I can't enjoy it at all! I even
had surgery!!!"
He cried bitterly in his heart, seeing that the vibrator was already glistening with Wang Yuting's saliva, he quickly
moved this thick, ugly thing to his wife's vagina. He
rubbed the huge glans of the vibrator back and forth between his wife's vulva, stretching the thin slit open into a rosy crevice, and then slowly
pushed it in.
With a "plop," the thick vibrator, instead of Wang Yuting's fingertip, inserted a little into the honey-slicked vagina
.
"Ah, ah..."
Immediately, the young lady, deeply engulfed in desire, let out a high-pitched, unprecedentedly pleasurable sound. Her delicate
pink neck and head tilted back again, and her breasts, like two small lemons, thrust forward forcefully. The black electric vibrator, lubricated by the honeyed fluid, 　　sank deeper and deeper
into Wang Yuting's moist vagina under Zhang Cha's fingers . 　　The young lady groaned loudly, "Wow, wow..." She tried her best to spread her long, white legs, her round, 　　lovely knees slightly raised, matching Zhang Cha's movements. The electric vibrator 　　hummed continuously, churning within her vagina. Her sensitive pubic flesh was scraped by large, sharp granules. The thick dildo 　　was far more pleasurable than her husband's real penis, making her feel as if her soul was about to fly out of her body. 　　Wang Yuting couldn't help but reach out and, through her clothes, knead her A-cup breasts. 　　"Don't worry, honey, once the Viagra kicks in, I'll definitely let you experience that 　　intoxicating pleasure again." 　　The man, seeing Wang Yuting's dazed expression, spoke guiltily as he continued to move his right 　　hand, making the ugly black electric vibrator twist and turn inside his wife's vagina. 　　This rich girl, who had only married this pile of money for the sake of her family's happiness, at this moment, her mind 　　was consumed by nothing but the pleasure brought by the vibrator—or rather, anything that could be 　　inserted into her vagina to satisfy her lust, 　　she didn't care if it was with Zhang Cha, Wang Wei, or even her brother-in-law, Uncle Cao, in a 2P, 3P, 4P, or 5P situation. 　　"So good, honey, you're so good! Faster, faster, faster, faster..." 　　She bent her snow-white legs, her ten beautiful toes, encased in white high heels, curling involuntarily. 　　The only thing on her mind was for the machine in her husband's hand to twist even more wildly, to 　　help her reach paradise faster. 　　Yes, for her, this marriage, this hellish life, all of it, only through these 　　drugs, by completely immersing herself in a sea of desire, was there a moment of liberation, a time to forget.

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