[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - Episode 11

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Chapter 19

The car quickly arrived at the boy's school. A phone call was made, and soon a thin, small boy was seen walking towards the school gate, looking around. He saw Wang Yimei, but still stopped at the gate, picked up his phone, and dialed her number. Wang Yimei didn't answer, but after hanging up, she waved to him. The boy glanced into the school before quickly walking over and getting into the car.

"Hello, sister, my name is Chu Fei,"

the boy said, his face flushed and head down, avoiding eye contact. He simply greeted her.

Wang Yimei smiled as she looked at the boy in the passenger seat. He wore a simple plaid cotton shirt, jeans, and sneakers—a typical student outfit, the kind you wouldn't recognize in a crowd. He had a parted hairstyle popular back then, and his face was covered in acne, revealing a huge contradiction between his boundless energy and lack of outlet. He was only average-looking, far less attractive than Cao Shan, Wang Yimei thought. But for this young woman with such youthful energy, such a boy was like lambs to the slaughter—as long as the meat was tasty, who cared what the lamb looked like?

"Chu Fei, hello, I'll still call you little brother. Little brother, tell me, where do we want to eat? Is there a Pizza Hut nearby?"

Wang Yimei asked with a smile, like an older sister, kind and gentle, hiding her lustful desires.

"Hmm, I'd like to go somewhere a little further away, is that okay?"

Chu Fei finally turned his head to look at her, but after a brief eye contact, he quickly looked away.

"Okay, no problem."

Wang Yimei knew this was because she was afraid her classmates would see him eating with a strange older woman, and people would gossip about it, plus her figure was too eye-catching.

Even so, when the two entered a Pizza Hut, they still attracted the attention of other diners; the two of them were too conspicuous. Chu Fei was less than 1.7 meters tall, but Wang Yimei, at 1.9 meters and wearing high heels, looked over 2 meters. The boy was thin, while Wang Yimei had a voluptuous figure. The boy looked like a typical student, but she was dressed like a typical urban white-collar worker.

"Little brother, there's a seat here. You probably don't get much good food at school, right? It's my treat today, eat whatever you want, okay?"

Wang Yimei said deliberately loudly, gently patting Chu Fei's head, as if to tell others that they were just siblings.

"Thank you, sister!"

Chu Fei smiled gratefully, revealing a bright white smile. It made Wang Yimei's heart skip a beat. This was a long-lost radiant smile; she couldn't find this kind of heartfelt warmth in her husband or those white and black people.

They ordered pizza and snacks, two drinks, and a self-service salad. Wang Yimei handed him a bowl, and soon he returned with a huge, overflowing bowl.

"Wow, little brother, you're so amazing! You made so much, I'm so impressed..."

Wang Yimei said in a slightly coquettish, double-meaning way, making Chu Fei blush, his acne turning even redder.

The two sat at a two-person table in the corner, eating and chatting.

Wang Yimei wasn't interested in this fast-food style pizza, preferring to eat salad, while Chu Fei enjoyed it.

After all, in 2001, a student couldn't afford to eat pizza regularly.

Chu Fei was considerate; he ate two slices, and seeing that Wang Yimei hadn't eaten anything, he asked, "Sister, why aren't you eating?"

Wang Yimei smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll gain weight. I'm already tall and strong; if I get any fatter, I won't look good."

"No, I'm fine,"

he said timidly.

"Really? To be honest, do you think I'm not pretty?"

Wang Yimei looked at him with a smile.

"No, what's most attractive about a woman is her temperament. You have a great temperament, and you're so tall..."

Chu Fei's reply was clever, but he still choked nervously, tilting his head and coughing.

"Haha, you're so sweet-talking. I know I'm not pretty. I knew it the moment you first looked at me; your eyes didn't light up."

Wang Yimei didn't care and continued, "I'm so tall and strong, don't you like me? I know you guys like petite girls, small and delicate, so you can protect them."

Chu Fei quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know what others think, but I like tall, strong women. Hmm, maybe I'm just short myself."

Wang Yimei's heart skipped a beat. She knew that although she hadn't amazed the young man, she was his type. "Really? Is your girlfriend tall?"

she continued to probe.

His face turned red again, then he smiled and said, "I don't have a girlfriend. I'm short, not handsome, and have no money. Who would want to be with me?" Back then, the term "loser" didn't exist, but he was the epitome of a loser.

"Youth is an asset. You're so energetic; it'll make older women's hearts flutter."

Wang Yimei couldn't resist and began her slow offensive. As she spoke, she rested her chin on her hand, her arm propped on the table, gazing intently at the boy who was much younger than her. Her full breasts were pressed against the edge of the table, and he had already stolen several glances at them.

"Hmm, maybe so. Just like how we're interested in married women at our age," he said, finally mustering the courage to look directly at Wang Yimei's face. He no longer looked away; his burning gaze was filled with desire. He had received a clear signal from this tall, beautiful woman, and his breathing became heavy with excitement.

Seeing the shy boy opposite her suddenly become like a eager little leopard, Wang Yimei couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement. She was already planning how to tame this little wild beast; it seemed he had been holding back for a long time.

"Little brother, you don't have a girlfriend? Judging from your vigorous nature, how do you usually deal with that?"

Wang Yimei asked casually.

Chu Fei, thoroughly aroused by Wang Yimei's teasing, opened his heart completely and softly, feigning gentleness, said, "I... I usually take care of it myself, but it's not enough. I collect some AVs and watch them to masturbate."

"Oh? What kind of actresses are in them?"

Wang Yimei began to tease him.

He had already forgotten to eat, swallowed hard, and said, "They're all... all like you, tall and strong, I like tall women the most."

"Oh? You don't like petite girls, but you like big, ugly women like you?"

Wang Yimei asked.

His face flushed with excitement, and he wore a lewd expression, but Wang Yimei seemed to like him very much. "No, you're not ugly, you're very beautiful, really, I like tall women like you, I like queens."

He said, his voice trembling at the end, displaying all the lewdness of a masturbating otaku.

"Hahaha!" Wang Yimei couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Really? I'm the queen! Dare to be alone with me? I'm going to punish you, you dark-hearted brat who wants to play with big women!"

"Sister, I'm willing. I'll do anything you ask. I'm willing to be your sex toy."

Chu Fei uttered the most obscene words.

Upon hearing the words "sex toy," Wang Yimei couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing again. "Hehehe, what kind of messy things are you thinking about?"

Seeing this, Chu Fei realized he had lost his composure. It was clear he was a very insecure and withdrawn boy with a dirty heart, but a strong sense of pride. He knew how to use apologies to protect himself, so he quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just being rude. I just wanted to make you happy, but I didn't expect the joke to go so far."

He subtly took back his words.

Wang Yimei had finally managed to coax him out of his reverie, and she wasn't about to let him off the hook. She quickly said, "I'm so happy, I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it."

He lowered his head, but couldn't help smiling broadly, and whispered, "I'm not afraid."

Wang Yimei and Chu Fei booked a room at a four-star hotel, using Chu Fei's ID. She was willing to pay, but she couldn't take the risk.

He went up in the elevator, and she waited in the hotel lobby. A moment later, she received a text message with the room number. She smiled and entered the elevator.

In the elevator, she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking about how she was about to make love with that strange student. It was absurd, but exciting. She thought of Jeff and felt a little guilty, but then she thought of Shen Si and felt relieved. Her husband's penis must have been inside that slut; she was so beautiful, had a great figure, and was young. Just because Jeff wasn't interested in her didn't mean no one else wanted her. The naive little beast in the room was probably even more excited than she was. Thinking of this, Wang Yimei's crotch suddenly became wet.

Stepping out of the elevator, thankfully, the upscale hotel was quiet and safe; otherwise, her tall figure would have been too conspicuous.

The room door was slightly ajar, and Wang Yimei slipped inside. She saw the young man sitting nervously on the corner of the bed, staring blankly at her.

Seeing his expression, Wang Yimei found it amusing; she felt like a customer, and the young man like a male prostitute. Seeing his nervousness, Wang Yimei decided it was better to take the initiative.

She placed her bag on the table by the door and said with a smile, "Little brother, alright, now it's just the two of us. You can do whatever you want to your sister."

Chu Fei hesitated for a moment, then walked over and pressed himself against her. He was much shorter than Wang Yimei, his head resting on her full breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her round waist, and through her skirt, he grabbed her large, firm buttocks and began to knead them.

"Ah... little brother, you're so tender."

Wang Yimei looked down at his eager expression, becoming even more excited. She lovingly stroked the boy's hair, her other hand around his thin body, rubbing his back. So thin. She thought to herself, and her lower body began to wet again.

"Sister, I'm your little dog, you're my queen, okay?"

It seemed the boy was indeed a bottom, having watched quite a few pornographic films, and quickly got into character. But it was no wonder; even in porn, there were no women as mature and powerful as Wang Yimei.

"Little dog, the queen commands you to take off all your clothes and serve me!"

Wang Yimei didn't hold back and began to give orders.

The little dog obeyed, using both his hands and mouth to unbutton Wang Yimei's shirt, taking it off, and then reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The boy was clumsy and couldn't undo it after a long time, so Wang Yimei untied it herself.

With her chest freed from restraint, her two full breasts sprang out, exposed on her chest. Chu Feiping gazed at the woman's proud breasts, then, like a nursing child, threw himself into Wang Yimei's arms, burying his head between her breasts, his hands greedily fondling them. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Men are born with the ability to play with women. The little dog vigorously rubbed the white, soft, and large breasts in his hands. He had only seen men playing with women's breasts in pornographic films, and had fantasized about the bodies of female classmates, teachers, aunts, and mothers, but actually touching a woman's white and soft skin felt 100 times better than he had imagined.)

The young boy, mimicking scenes from adult films, took one of Wang Yimei's large breasts into his mouth, sucking the nipple. He couldn't remember what breastfeeding felt like as a child, but the sensation of the nipple, tongue, and teeth in his mouth was incredible. He would occasionally nibble gently on Wang Yimei's erect, date-like nipple, swirling it around with his tongue. He imagined this woman, a towering figure in high heels, whom he had to look up to—a woman of exceptional beauty—as his tonight. Though not conventionally beautiful, she possessed an elegant air, undoubtedly a high-class white-collar worker. Judging by her age, she was likely a lonely woman seeking pleasure. The thought of kissing another man's wife's breasts, and then later fucking her cunt, excited him even more, making him more vigorous.

Wang Yimei hadn't expected the young boy to be so attentive. Seeing his short body pressed against her tall, muscular frame, requiring her to tilt her head back slightly to reach her breasts, was a perfect example of how the 30-centimeter height difference made it easier for the smaller man to lick her breasts. Wang Yimei's nipples became itchy, and her breasts were already swollen from being rubbed by this little devil. She moaned with enjoyment, and the boy, hearing the woman's real moans, became even more excited, playing with Wang Yimei's large breasts, making her even more aroused. She thought, her husband? Humph, he doesn't have the patience to serve my breasts; he'd be lucky to even deliver the 'labor tax' (sexual favors). Shen Si, that little slut, has pretty full and perky breasts; her husband has probably kissed them many times.

Chu Fei became more and more excited as he licked Wang Yimei, even tightly hugging the boy's neck and pressing his entire face into her breasts, torturing him for his own pleasure, until the boy begged her he was about to suffocate, then she gritted her teeth and angrily released him.

He was suffocating, tears streaming down his face, drooling, and panting heavily, saying, "Sister, you're going to suffocate me!"

Wang Yimei showed no pity, raised her slanted eyes, and slapped him across the face, though it didn't hurt much. She then spat in his face, yelling, "Little dog, who's your sister? I'm your queen! You have to serve me and make me comfortable! Understand?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the boy's hair and shook him violently.

Chu Fei was being shaken by the tall Wang Yimei, but his cheeks flushed and his eyes shone. He wiped the saliva from his face and said obsequiously, "The queen's saliva is as sweet as morning dew, utterly delightful. This little dog is willing to serve the queen. Please give your orders."

Wang Yimei smiled secretly. She enjoyed teasing others, but most men were chauvinistic. Even though she was taller than most men, who wanted to be bossed around in bed? This young man she'd met today was quite to her liking.

Wang Yimei sat on the sofa, lifting one of her thick, long legs. The young man quickly knelt down, his head bowed, and hoisted Wang Yimei's thick leg onto his shoulder, awaiting his task.

"Little puppy, take off the Queen's clothes. The Queen is tired. Lick my feet and body!"

Wang Yimei was testing him to see if he truly enjoyed masochism. A normal man would never want to lick a woman's feet.

But Chu Fei seemed unusually excited when he heard Wang Yimei say this. He trembled as he took off the high heels that were stuffed into Wang Yimei's fat feet, pulled them off forcefully, and looked at those big, fat feet covered in stockings. He actually held Wang Yimei's size 44 feet and stuck out his tongue to lick the soles of her feet. The nylon stockings that had been stuffed into the high heels for so long had a bit of an odor, but it didn't dampen the puppy's enthusiasm at all. On the contrary, it made him even more excited. He held the big feet and licked from the heel to the toes, occasionally putting his nose to the soles of her feet like he was inhaling snuff, and then looked very satisfied.

Wang Yimei sat comfortably on the sofa, her soles tingling from the licking. Looking at Chu Fei's smug expression, she became even more emboldened, occasionally kicking his face with her other foot. The boy, however, seemed unfazed, appearing to enjoy it. Wang Yimei played with him with her large foot, cursing under her breath, "What a fucking slut!"

Wang Yimei was no longer satisfied with this slut licking her feet; she was itching uncontrollably down there. She slapped the little boy's face with her foot, adopting a queenly, arrogant tone, and said, "Little dog, do my feet smell good?"

"Yes, my feet smell really good," the little boy replied obsequiously.

"Smells good my foot! I can smell my own feet! They've been covered up all day, how could they smell good?" Wang Yimei lifted her foot and lightly tapped his head.

"Smells good, I'm the Fragrant Concubine..."

This bastard was truly unstoppable when he got into this slutty act.

"Don't give me that useless talk. My feet are sore and salty, aren't they? Humph, want to lick something even more sour and salty?"

Wang Yimei couldn't help but excitedly wiggle her buttocks.

Chu Fei, that little pervert, of course knew what Wang Yimei meant by "even more sour and salty." He was as excited as a dog in heat, nodding incessantly with his mouth open and panting heavily.

Wang Yimei stood up, spread her legs, and looked down at the little dog kneeling on the ground. He was so thin and small. She was extremely excited, thinking that she must torture him properly. Wang Yimei provocatively reached her slender hand between her legs, tracing her perineum from back to front, lifting a corner of her panties, sticking out her plump buttocks, and slowly pulling the panties down to her thighs. She then crossed and lifted her thick, fat legs, pulled the panties off, and flicked them onto the little boy's face. She then spread her legs again and commanded, "Little dog, come here, crawl between my legs." Chu Fei, that grandson, had his heart almost jump out of his chest when he saw Wang Yimei's alluring posture as she took off her panties. He looked up at the tall, strong, giant-like woman in front of him. Her two thick, round, white legs, her big buttocks, and her wide hips made her even more alluring and sexy than those AV actresses. Her two large breasts rose and fell with her breath, and although her round waist was not slender, it had almost no excess fat. A palm-sized clump of dark pubic hair was visible between her legs, and a fleshy stalk could be vaguely seen hanging down from between her parted legs. Chu Fei pounced on Wang Yimei like a vicious dog, crawling between her legs. Wang Yimei seized the opportunity, grabbing his hair and lifting him up until his face was buried beneath her buttocks.

Wang Yimei felt the boy's nose pressing against her clitoris, causing her

to moan excitedly, "Ah..." She then wiggled her large buttocks back and forth, rubbing her genitals against his face.

"Does my pussy smell good?"

Wang Yimei felt the boy's tongue scraping against her tender labia; the sensation was exquisite, tingling and making her legs weak.

"Smells good, smells good," Chu Fei said, holding Wang Yimei's thick legs, his head tilted back 180 degrees, his face completely buried between the legs of the woman who was bullying him.

"Smells good my ass! Doesn't my pussy smell good?"

Wang Yimei pulled his head away, lifting it forcefully while pressing her buttocks down, making his face even more firmly pressed against hers.

The boy's entire head was buried between Wang Yimei's plump, rounded legs; he couldn't speak, only nodding repeatedly.

Wang Yimei kept twisting her large buttocks back and forth, straddling Chu Fei's head as he licked her vulva. He sucked her long, plump labia into his mouth, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick her clitoris, each stroke sending shivers of excitement through her. She mischievously pressed her thighs together, watching the boy's thin legs tremble on the ground beneath her, which only fueled her excitement.

Chu Fei, that bastard, was quite the player. He reached out and grabbed Wang Yimei's round buttocks, then, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, shoved his finger into her anus. "Ah..."

Wang Yimei screamed, thrusting forward with all her might, almost causing the little dog trapped between her legs to stumble.

Wang Yimei reached behind and grabbed his hand, cursing, "You little brat, stop touching my ass! I feel uncomfortable, I need to pee!" Every time Chu Fei's finger squeezed her anus, she felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate.

Chu Fei forced his head out from between Wang Yimei's legs, his face covered in her vaginal fluid, sticky and smeared like glue. "Sister, sister, pee on my face, pee on my face!"

Wang Yimei's lower abdomen was already swollen from Chu Fei's actions, and she had only drunk water while eating with him. She was still hesitant; after all, as a high-level white-collar worker and elegant wife, she was still somewhat embarrassed about urinating in front of others, and worried whether the little stud beneath her could accept this kind of play. But seeing Chu Fei's initiative, she didn't care anymore. With a thrust of her lower abdomen, a gush of urine gushed out, the water washing over her tender flesh, making a sizzling sound.

This large amount of urine landed entirely on Chu Fei's face and body, soaking him completely. This was the first time Wang Yimei had ever urinated in front of a boy, and even more so, the first time she had ever urinated on him. She stood with her legs spread like a man's, watching the stream of urine spray out and splash onto his face. Chu Fei, as if taking a shower, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth wide, letting the warm, pale yellow urine wash over his face. The urine was the same temperature as the body temperature of the tall, strong married woman before him. The urine sprayed into his mouth like it was being poured into a small hole, making gurgling sounds.

As the urine stream subsided, Wang Yimei even shuddered with excitement. Chu Fei's entire face, hair, and body were soaked, his open mouth filled with white, foamy, yellow urine—it made her feel a little nauseous. But Chu Fei didn't care. He spat the urine onto the ground, took off his wet clothes, and used them to wipe his hair, face, and body.

Wang Yimei hadn't expected him to actually be her sex toy; she even had a wicked thought: she'd only feel satisfied if she defecated in his mouth that day. But then she thought, "How disgusting would it be if I pooped all over him? I definitely wouldn't be interested in doing it then." Luckily, a splash of urine wasn't a big deal.

Wang Yimei was also aroused by the boy's lewd behavior, her vulva itchy and empty from being licked. She raised one long white leg and put it on the sofa, opening her vulva wide, hands on her hips, looking down at Chu Fei and saying, "Little dog, you did a good job just now. I'll let you fuck me, will you agree?" Chu Fei swallowed excitedly. He stood up and rushed to Wang Yimei, grabbed her, rubbed his erect penis against her thigh, and tried to pull her onto the bed.

Wang Yimei didn't move, holding Chu Fei's thin body tightly, stroking his young and tender skin, and said, "Just stand there and fuck me!"

The boy stood on tiptoe, stretching his penis upwards, his penis stretched long, and he had to push hard to barely touch Wang Yimei's drooping labia.

"Sister, I can't reach," Chu Fei said disappointedly.

“Idiot, you shorty, you can’t even reach a woman, what can you do?” Wang Yimei verbally humiliated him, reaching down to his crotch and grabbing his penis, which filled her hand. The young man’s penis wasn’t big or small, but he was strong and virile, hard as iron and hot as a branding iron. She had to slowly squat down, holding his penis against her vaginal opening, and then press down hard.

“Mmm…”

The little boy’s penis finally entered her empty, yearning cunt. Her cunt, which had been fucked by men of different races, felt the unique sensation of the young boy. Although the size wasn’t particularly outstanding, the skin of his penis rubbing against the walls of her vagina was truly fresh and tender. And the hardness that made her legs weak, as hard as a baton, was many times stronger than Jeff’s old, sometimes soft, sometimes hard penis.

The young boy wrapped his arms around Wang Yimei's waist, supporting her large, plump buttocks, his body pressed against hers, his head resting on her proud, erect breasts, thrusting forcefully and with abandon. Wang Yimei's legs went weak and her vagina tightened from the hard object penetrating her body; she clung tightly to his thin frame for balance. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...you little dog, you're so strong...fuck me, fuck me harder...ah...ah..."

Half of Wang Yimei's moans were genuine, half were a provocation. But this bastard was truly obedient, holding Wang Yimei's large buttocks and thrusting faster and faster, muttering, "Sister, sister, I finally, I've fucked a woman! Sister, you're so tall and strong, I love fucking you, it's so satisfying, so satisfying!" His crotch moved like a small motor.

In less than a minute, Wang Yimei's cunt was numb and tingling. She watched as the young man, his eyes vacant and lifeless, focused entirely on his penis, thrusting faster and faster. She was starting to feel uncomfortable herself, pushing him away, saying, "Little brother, slow down, slow down, take it slow." But Chu Fei wouldn't listen, yelling, "So good, so good! Sister, you're so tender inside! Sister, I can't take it anymore! Ah, ah, so good..."

Seeing this, Wang Yimei knew he was about to ejaculate and quickly tried to push him away, "No, no, don't ejaculate inside! Get off me, get off me!" But it was too late. The young man let out a low growl, thrusting hard, and a thick stream of semen sprayed perfectly into Wang Yimei's wet, throbbing vagina.

"Ah..."

Wang Yimei, trembling from the hot, sticky fluid, clung to Chu Fei, both of them shuddering simultaneously.

The young boy, as if drained of his energy by Wang Yimei, leaned weakly against her like a puppy. "You came so quickly? First time?"

Wang Yimei was also panting, but unlike the boy's immense satisfaction, she was left feeling utterly drained. Meeting a virgin was nice, but it was too short, not satisfying at all. She asked, somewhat annoyed.

The boy nodded, head bowed like a child who had done something wrong.

Wang Yimei pushed him away, slumped dejectedly onto the sofa, and lightly ran her fingers through her long, flowing hair. Her hair, styled in a bun during sex, had long since fallen loose, giving her a somewhat alluring look. However, given her tall, strong figure and her striking features, the feminine hairstyle seemed somewhat out of place.

"Alright, Chu Fei,"

Wang Yimei resumed her more formal address. *Don't mind me earlier, I was just playing around. Now that things have come to this, it's more fun to play a role, isn't it? You've tasted the flavors of womanhood now, so put your clothes on.*

Chu Fei was quite perceptive, noticing Wang Yimei's displeasure. He lowered his head and muttered, "Sister, are you unhappy? Is it because it's not over yet?"

"Yeah, who knew it was your first time, so fast."

Wang Yimei smiled and pretended to complain. Virgins are all like this, who could she blame?

"Sister, I don't want to leave so soon, I, I'm still okay."

He raised his head, blinked at Wang Yimei, and said, "Sister, you, you..." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you lick me? I'll get hard again right away. Sometimes when I see a good movie, I can even masturbate twice."

Wang Yimei looked at Chu Fei with feigned contempt and teased, "Hmph, a two-minute-once guy, I want to see if you're just bragging. Come on, let's get on the bed."

Wang Yimei's initially disappointed mood was aroused again. She got back into character, grabbed Chu Fei's hair and lifted him onto the bed like a puppy, pushing him down onto the soft Simmons mattress, where he lay sprawled out. Wang Yimei straddled Chu Fei's shoulders, plopped down on his head, and leaned forward, her buttocks raised high. Her recently penetrated vagina opened wide, and white semen flowed from her pink, translucent opening, dripping onto his face. Chu Fei, utterly shameless, actually opened his mouth and swallowed the semen, allowing it to circulate within him.

Looking at Wang Yimei's enormous, round, white buttocks, the deep cleft revealing a dark patch, and her hairy vulva with two butterfly-like labia spread wide, Chu Fei lifted his head and kissed her, pressing her thick, fleshy labia against his face, forcefully nuzzling them with his mouth.

"Ah..."

Wang Yimei's body went limp from Chu Fei's ministrations, letting out a moan as she collapsed. Wang Yimei was much taller than Chu Fei, so she had to bend slightly to reach his penis.

Wang Yimei looked at the young penis that had just been used on her; it was tender, a pure flesh color, unlike the dark penises of her husband and other men. The glans was reddish-purple from engorgement, and the urethral opening still oozed residual semen. Feeling a surge of tenderness, she took it into her mouth.

"Mmm...so good..."

Chu Fei, this virgin, was being sucked by a woman. Her wet, soft mouth enveloped his shaft, and Wang Yimei's tongue swirled around the glans. He couldn't help but moan.

Although Wang Yimei wasn't beautiful, her elegant demeanor gave her a unique charm—the kind that, while not conventionally beautiful, was undeniably alluring. And she was someone else's wife, tall and strong. Chu Fei, holding her round, plump buttocks that excited him immensely, imagined this woman with black-rimmed glasses and long, flowing hair sucking his penis. He was incredibly excited. After only a few licks from Wang Yimei, Chu Fei's penis was hard again.

Wang Yimei had the young man's penis in her mouth, from soft to hard. Although the penis wasn't particularly large, it was very tender, and she really wanted to suck on it a few more times. However, on one hand, Chu Fei was licking her large buttocks , making her lower body unbearably itchy; she was still uncomfortable from being halfway through sex earlier. On the other hand, she was afraid that her excellent oral skills would make the young man ejaculate again, and then she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself tonight. She quickly spat

out the penis. She stood up, turned around, and squatted on either side of Chu Fei's thin body, reaching down to his crotch to grasp his penis, guiding it to the entrance. With a gentle sit, the penis slid smoothly into her wet vagina.

Wang Yimei squatted on his body, her large buttocks pressing against him. She straightened up and twisted her large, plump buttocks. Chu Fei, supporting her large buttocks, looked at Wang Yimei's tall, naked body pressing against him, and couldn't be more excited. Wang Yimei twisted her waist, rotated her plump buttocks, her large breasts jiggled up and down, and she threw her head back, screaming repeatedly.

"Ah, ah, little brother, your cock is so hard... ah, ah, it feels so good... ah..."

"Sister, you're too tall, too heavy, I... I can't breathe!" Indeed, looking down from the ceiling, a tall, strong woman, about 1.9 meters tall, was sitting on a small, thin boy, about 1.6 meters tall. Chu Fei's body was so much so that Wang Yimei's big buttocks were sinking into the Simmons mattress. Wang

Yimei held Chu Fei's small body with both hands, squatting on the bed with her big buttocks moving up and down rapidly, making it easier for the tender and hard little cock to go in and out of her body, rubbing against the unbearably itchy flesh walls, gratifying herself. "Sister just needs to make your cock hard, to relieve my itch."

Chu Fei lay on the bed, watching Wang Yimei actively making movements. Squatting down, her two long, white, thick legs were pressed together like fleshy shields, the muscles taut, the smooth, thick calves gleaming alluringly. Looking at his erect penis, Wang Yimei's plump, wide buttocks rose and fell rhythmically. Her thick, dark vulva, ravaged by countless men, completely enveloped his penis. His penis was thrust deep into her vagina, then pulled out just as quickly. Several times, Wang Yimei used too much force, raising her buttocks too high, causing his penis to be pulled out with a "plop" sound. He grabbed Wang Yimei's hard, thick calves, excitedly shouting, "Sister, sister, you're so amazing! Such a big ass, such thick legs, such a tall body! Fuck me to death, sister, your pussy is so slippery, it feels so good! Sister, fuck me, fuck me!"

Wang Yimei watched Chu Fei's face flush red with excitement, his small body throbbing, his penis as hard as iron. She wiggled her big ass and moaned, "Shorty, you like the tall and strong type, don't you?"

"Yeah, as soon as you got out of the car, I saw you were so much taller than me in heels, and my dick got rock hard." "I'm 1.9 meters tall, and in heels, I'm two meters! Ah... Sister, I'll fuck you to death, I'll make you unable to leave me, will I satisfy you?" "

Satisfied, satisfied." "Then... ah... if I miss you, can I let you come and play with me?... Ah..."

"Okay, I'll fuck you every day, sister... your big ass is killing me..."

"I'll sit on you to death, sit on you to death."

Wang Yimei quickly sat on her big ass, then bent down, letting Chu Fei grab her swaying breasts and knead them hard, making her feel even better. This time, after a long time, Wang Yimei was a little exhausted, but her dick was still hard.

"Little brother, why haven't you ejaculated yet? My back is about to break."

"Sister, give it your all, my dick is numb, almost there, almost there, ah... Sister, don't move, sit down, yes... ah... twist your big ass, harder, twist harder, ah... Sister, I'm going to ejaculate!"

Chu Fei's face was flushed, and he grabbed Wang Yimei's long, snow-white, thick thighs and thrust upwards rapidly.

“Ah…shoot inside…ah…you little devil, you’ve spurted me to death…I’ve let you cum inside me…ah…what am I going to do if I get pregnant with your child?…”

“Sister, I’ll be your little husband, I’ll fuck you every day, I won’t let you go to work, I’ll fuck your cunt every day.” “When I get old, you should find a young girl, I’m not pretty at all, once you’ve had your fun and the novelty wears off, you won’t like me anymore.” “I love you, I love you, I will love you forever…”

Chu Fei shouted, his cock thrusting hard, and Wang Yimei sat down heavily on her big buttocks, his cock penetrating deeply, plop plop plop plop, a thick stream of semen shot wildly into the depths of Jeff’s wife Wang Yimei’s plump cunt.

Wang Yimei was ejaculated into again. The sticky, hot semen inside her vagina stimulated her, causing her vagina to tighten. A tremendous pleasure traveled from her clitoris to the back of her head and then spread throughout her body. She could no longer hold on; her body went limp as if it had fallen apart, like a giant tower collapsing. Her plump, tall, strong, snow-white naked body with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and a plump bottom slammed onto Chu Fei's thin body, and the two lay embracing each other.

What was Jeff doing at that moment? Was he having sex with Shen Si, or was he alone at home? In any case, his wife was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by someone else.

This little dog was indeed very energetic. Although he was almost suffocated by Wang Yimei's 1.9-meter-tall, strong body, his enthusiasm did not diminish. He made Wang Yimei bend over and fuck her wildly again, ejaculating until Wang Yimei was soaking wet. Seeing that it was getting late, she really wanted to sleep with this little dog all night, but then she thought it was better not to arouse Jeff's suspicions; slow and steady wins the race.

After showering, Wang Yimei got back into bed, lifted the blanket from the young man, and looked at his small, thin, pale body. A wave of infatuation washed over her again, and she couldn't resist lowering her head to suck on his still-wet penis, which was coated with her own fluids. After a few sucks, it became hard again.

Wang Yimei had lost interest in continuing the encounter. Despite the young man's repeated attempts to keep her, she managed to break free and put on her clothes. Before leaving, she gave him 1000 yuan to pay for the room the next day.

The young man hesitated for a moment, but then didn't refuse, instead repaying her with a kitten-like tenderness and reluctance. Wang Yimei was satisfied, thinking, "This boy is quite sensible."

On the way home, Wang Yimei thought, "Until I get Cao Shan, this sleazy little shorty can be a backup plan." Chu Fei was overjoyed. He got out of bed, his legs so weak he almost tripped. He walked to the table opposite the bed, took out a miniature camera from his bag, and rewound the footage of Wang Yimei's tall, snow-white, full breasts and buttocks, the proud bare back of a mature woman, just as they had made love. He couldn't resist reaching down to his crotch and masturbating.

When Wang Yimei returned home, exhausted but satisfied, Cao Shan and Haibo were drinking beer at the barbecue stall in front of their house.

Ever since Haibo went to Andy Xu Shaowei's real estate business to discuss a client and learned that Andy liked his girlfriend, Haibo had been somewhat dejected. On one hand, there was the pressure from Andy—his girlfriend was being eyed by a wealthy businessman, while he was just a penniless laborer, making Haibo very uneasy. On the other hand, Xu Shaowei's words had struck a nerve. Looking at himself now, he couldn't even afford to give Qu Yan a good life; he didn't even earn as much as Qu Yan each month. To put it bluntly, their partnership was Qu Yan supporting Haibo! He was confused; what right did he have to take advantage of Qu Yan? Haibo initially thought Qu Yan was average-looking, with a below-average temperament and a stocky build—thick legs and a large bottom, looking like a young woman in her early twenties. He thought someone like Qu Yan would be with him, but he never expected her to suddenly become the girl favored by a wealthy businessman. This caused Haibo a huge sense of disappointment; he felt unworthy of her. Moreover, with such living conditions, in Beijing, it wasn't living, it was just barely scraping by! Every month they worried about money, and they couldn't even eat what they wanted, having to carefully budget. Qu Yan was now living at the lowest standard of living in Beijing, yet they were still broke.

He realized that wages were the social class standard. With their meager salaries, they could only live like this—not starving, but not well-off, just getting by each day, but feeling utterly hopeless about the future. Since graduating and moving to this godforsaken place with Haibo, Qu Yan had given up all the pleasures a girl should enjoy: shopping, eating out, buying clothes, dating friends and classmates. Qu Yan had given them all up. Why? Because she had no money! Could his behavior make Qu Yan happy? No! Haibo was filled with despair. Two paths lay before him: either Qu Yan would suffer with him, or he would give her to someone else to enjoy a life of luxury. Haibo wanted neither. What made him even more desperate was that he had no choice!

In the grand scheme of things in Beijing, he was nothing more than a pawn, less than dust, worth less than a fart—he had nothing.

The last incident had completely broken Haibo, almost crippling him. He was in despair. A real estate developer, Andy Xu Shaowei, without any restraint, without a hint of embarrassment or shame, without any remorse, bluntly told him, "You brat, I like your girlfriend. I want her. You're nothing, no match for me. Offer your girlfriend to me, and I'll give you a little something."

Andy was a civilized man, a well-mannered, high-class scoundrel; he wasn't usually so blunt, but the logic was the same. What truly angered Haibo wasn't Andy's uncontrollable desire for his girlfriend, but rather the fact that the other man completely disregarded him.

Haibo was a proud fool, deeply hurt but helpless. He had nothing; he couldn't even protect his girlfriend from being bullied.

Haibo didn't realize he should thank Andy. If Andy had been truly wicked, allowing the scoundrel who cheated him to rape Qu Yan, what could he have done? He couldn't do anything! He had no leverage. If that scoundrel had pulled down Qu Yan's pants and thrust his erect penis into her vagina right in front of him, all he could do was turn his head away.

To change all this, Haibo had to become stronger, but becoming stronger wasn't something he could simply wish for. In Beijing, so many people—those with power, money, and residency—were all crammed together, all vying for the top. Why should a nobody from out of town, a college dropout from a lousy university, a lowly laborer, be the strongman? Whether he had the will or the ability was another matter; nobody gave him the chance. In this society where the strong rule, the weak are needed as extras. "I'd be grateful if you could just sit back and do your job properly, don't think you're something special!"

Besides, with Haibo's abilities, ambition, talent, and even personality, he was destined not to succeed in this fiercely competitive society.

Returning from Xu Shaowei, seething with anger, the first thing he did was have a huge fight with Qu Yan. He unleashed a torrent of sarcasm, mocking and ridiculing her, saying things like, "I thought you were a worthless weed, but you're actually a flower." "A big boss has taken a liking to you, and you're complaining to me? You'll be all better off if you go with him." He said all sorts of hurtful and offensive things, hurling insults at the person he loved most. Qu Yan cried, but not entirely because Andy had actually taken her body; she was heartbroken.

Haibo foolishly transferred his despair and hatred to Qu Yan. These days, the couple's relationship was tense. Although the cold treatment had cooled their anger, the rift was already there. Haibo invited Cao Shan over for skewers, wanting to talk things out, but Qu Yan didn't come.

The two men, bundled in cotton-padded coats, found the November night quite chilly. They'd reheated the skewers several times and drunk half a bottle of Erguotou (a type of

Chinese liquor), but their hearts were warm. "Cao Shan," Hai Bo said, taking a sip of his liquor, "do you think this kind of aimless drifting is meaningful? Busy every day, seemingly striving for ideals, but it's just a damn waste of time. Think about it, what the hell is the future in this?"

He seemed to be asking himself the same question. "Hai Bo," Cao Shan comforted him, "we've only just graduated .

Everyone has their hardships; the rewards are yet to come. Besides, you're much better off than me. At least you have Qu Yan, but what about me? A bachelor." "Qu Yan? Hahaha," Hai Bo chuckled bitterly. “Brother, do you think our relationship will last? You know why I got swindled out of 6,000 yuan? It’s because some damn real estate tycoon has his eye on Qu Yan! He offered me a full-page ad in exchange for giving Qu Yan to him. Of course I refused, and he set me up like that! Brother, I really have to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I would be in real trouble.” Hai Bo picked up his glass, clinked it with Cao Shan’s, and downed half a glass in one gulp. The spiciness made him pant like Sun Wukong, breathing heavily. “We’re brothers, helping each other is the right thing to do. Don’t overthink it. As long as she’s a woman, someone will definitely have their eye on her. Don’t worry about what others think. You like Qu Yan, and Qu Yan is devoted to you. What else is there to say?” Cao Shan was really envious of Hai Bo. At least he could hug that tall, soft body to sleep with every night.

“Cao Shan, what about me? To be honest, I might be out of work again this month, and I might even get fired next month. How am I supposed to support Qu Yan? I'm practically unemployed myself, and you want her to suffer with me? Besides, Cao Shan, I still owe you a ton of money.” Hai Bo poured Cao Shan a full glass of wine and took another big gulp. After a few drinks, his mouth was starting to slur its words.

“Don’t worry about the money. I’m not short of cash. What’s the debt? Don’t worry about it. Qu Yan is truly devoted to you. Don’t let these little setbacks discourage you.”

Cao Shan’s optimism was something Hai Bo lacked.

“Cao Shan, you’re right. Qu Yan is a good girl, tall and fair-skinned. Every woman has someone eyeing her. I know you’re all alone now. Don’t think I’m stupid, I can see it. You have some improper thoughts about Qu Yan. Hey, I don’t deny your deep affection for Zhang Ning, but everyone has desires. You like Qu Yan’s body, but who doesn’t? You like her, I like her, and that damn real estate tycoon likes her too! Let me tell you, what we need right now is a revolution! Revolutionize all those rich and powerful people. Isn’t it supposed to be the people’s rule? Damn it, let’s have a revolution!”

Hai Bo cursed wildly, a typical expression of discontent with society.

But little did he know, in any society, the strong win. Someone like him, even if he revolted a hundred times, would still be weak, still destined to be bullied.

“Damn it, what are you talking about? Let’s drink!”

Cao Shan was a little embarrassed by Hai Bo’s incoherent ramblings.

The two drank heavily, Hai Bo put down his empty glass, lowered his head, and chuckled bitterly. “Cao Shan, you don’t know, the day I walked out of that real estate developer’s place, I felt completely chilled to the bone. He didn’t give me any face at all, talking about how great Qu Yan was right in front of me, how much he liked her. I was fucking mad! Brother, I’m telling you the truth. I think you’re really more capable than me, you can make more money! You just started, and wow, you’re already making over ten thousand a month! Brother, I’m telling you the truth, listen to me.”

Hai Bo pointed to the sky, closed his eyes, hiccuped, and continued, “I feel like I’m really no good anymore. I know you like Qu Yan, you overheard us doing things in the middle of the night. ” "Son, I knew you were peeping at her while she was showering! What were you doing? Brother, I owe you so much, money, favors, everything. I can't take care of Qu Yan anymore, how about I let you two be together? I mean it, I'm not kidding, really!" Cao Shan's face turned red as he listened, trying to stop him, but Cao Shan clasped his hands together and said, "Don't interrupt me, let me finish! I can tell, who are you, Cao Shan? The school heartthrob! Qu Yan won't lose out with you! She's interested in you too, I can see that. I'll let you two be together, really. Consider it repaying your favor!" Hai Bo

's words were slurred and his eyes were glazed, the more he spoke, the more incoherent he became.

"Damn it! What nonsense are you spouting, Haibo? I'm really getting angry at you for saying that. Qu Yan is such a good girl, she's devoted to you, how can you just give up like that? You need to have confidence in yourself, make sure Qu Yan has a good life, you two can buy a house in Beijing, settle down, have kids, live happily ever after, what are these setbacks compared to that? Besides, who told you I like Qu Yan? Who told you Qu Yan likes me? That's all bullshit, my heart is only for Zhang Ning!"

Cao Shan used these words to cover up his own guilty conscience. He realized that Haibo was fully aware of his flirtatious exchanges with Hai Yan, and even their occasional overstepping of boundaries. As for himself? He couldn't say he liked Qu Yan, let alone loved her, he could only say he longed for her, and had a primal desire for her tall, strong, sexy body.

"Stop talking nonsense. Brother, still thinking about Zhang Ning? Have you forgotten how she reacted when she came to Beijing last time and saw where we live and our current lifestyle? No matter what, Zhang Ning has no worries about food or clothing at home. Do you really expect her to come to Beijing and suffer with you? Besides, you graduated, you broke up, you're not together anymore, so stop thinking about her. You're in Beijing, do you think she'd be idle at home? Whether she still has feelings for you or wants to rekindle the relationship, it's all in her imagination. How do you know she's not at home and has found someone else? Why would she go through all this trouble to come all this way to suffer with you?"

Haibo said recklessly, downing another glass of wine.

"Stop talking nonsense, damn it. I'll get angry if you say another word! What the hell are you talking about!"

Cao Shan got annoyed and slammed the wine bottle on the table.

Haibo was usually a very self-controlled person and never drank too much, but he was under too much pressure, worried, broke, and indebted to others. As a result, he drank more and more. Haibo was drunk, half-opening his eyes, grinning foolishly. He was drunk to the point where his mind was out of control and he was acting crazy. "Good, good fall! You're right not to like hearing this! It proves that what I'm saying is honest advice, even if it's hard to hear. Brother, don't think I'm drunk. I'm perfectly sober. I have a damn secret!"

He said, tilting his head back and taking another big gulp. Haibo continued, head down, as if speaking to Cao Shan, or perhaps muttering to himself. "I'm useless, not only can't I make money, but I'm also useless in that area! Cao Shan, back in school, we went to the bathhouse, I saw your guy, absolutely top-notch!"

Haibo shook his head, gave a thumbs up, and nodded vigorously with a pout. “You tell me, we’re separated by only a wall every day, how could you not know? I can’t… Qu Yan is a good girl, decent, traditional. But look at her body, big ass, big breasts, long, thick legs, super strong, and tall, that’s the body of a horny, wanton woman. I admit, Qu Yan is devoted to me, she can resist so many temptations in society, but I can’t…”

Hai Bo said, leaning forward, covering his mouth with his hand as if whispering. "Her sex drive is actually quite strong, but she only sleeps with me. Every day as soon as we get into bed, that big white body of hers comes close, rubbing against me, grabbing my dick and stroking it. I know her desire is intense. Qu Yan asks me to fuck her every day, but I can't. I'm scared now. Every time I get her aroused, I ejaculate. She's never satisfied. Last time Zhang Ning came, wow, you two were really going at it that night. Don't blame me for eavesdropping, you've been eavesdropping quite a bit too. You're a stud, a warrior, an artilleryman. I sincerely hope Qu Yan can be happy and satisfied. I can't, but I know you can. I'd be willing to let you bring her the pleasure of being a woman, thank you, brother!"

Hai Bo became more and more agitated as he spoke, it was hard to tell if he was warning Cao Shan or genuinely wanted Cao Shan and Qu Yan to have sex. In the end, he even covered his face and cried.

Seeing Hai Bo's cowardly appearance, Cao Shan couldn't take it anymore and pushed him hard. Hai Bo fell backward onto the ground with a thud, still crying and acting crazy. Cao Shan, exasperated, knew Hai Bo was truly drunk, so he paid the bill, helped him up, and said as they walked back, "Stop talking nonsense, okay? Qu Yan is your girlfriend. Who do you think you're being fair to by saying these things? In your eyes, I'm just a dick that wants to fuck Qu Yan, right? I lent you money just to sleep with Qu Yan, is that it? You fucking look down on people."

Hai Bo, with his arm around Cao Shan's shoulder, practically dragged himself along, swaying and nearly knocking Cao Shan over several times. "Cao Shan, you're a good brother. I know that even if you wanted to, you wouldn't do anything to betray your brother. I admire you; you're a gentleman!"

Cao Shan, supporting Hai Bo, thought to himself, "What a fucking gentleman I am! Every night I masturbate thinking about fucking your Qu Yan's big ass."

Hai Bo continued his rant. "You're a true friend, Cao Shan, a true friend indeed. I apologize for what I said earlier, but your actions put my mind at ease, I'm happy, I'm happy! Let's get real. Don't tell me I'm oblivious to your plight just because I have Qu Yan by my side. I may not be a man, but I'm a man too. You're so hot-blooded, and that day with Zhang Ning, you almost got yourself knocked out. How hard must it have been for you to hold it in? Brother! Thank you for taking me home, thank you for lending me money, and most importantly, thank you for taking care of Qu Yan with a gentlemanly heart, helping her get a temporary residence permit, and standing up for her. I remember it all." "Helping Qu Yan, you're helping me? Brother! I thank you. So, I know you're interested in Qu Yan's body. You want me to switch rooms tonight, I'll stay at your place, and you can sleep with Qu Yan all night, have sex with her all night? I fucking can't accept that, I fucking can't be cuckolded!"

Haibo shouted recklessly, "But brother, I'll do you a small favor, I promise you and Chairman Mao! When we get back, I'll give you a show, so you can really, truly see my wife Qu Yan's big ass, okay? You like big asses, don't you? Jianguo even told me..."

He grinned foolishly as he spoke.

Cao Shan felt a mix of anger and amusement. "I want to see Qu Yan's big ass? I really want to see it when you're not around. I've even touched it before. Am I crazy to ask you to show it to me? When you sober up tomorrow, with your petty temper, won't you fight me to the death?"

Cao Shan didn't take it seriously at all.

Halfway there, Hai Bo vomited all over himself, and Cao Shan had to go through a lot of trouble, carrying him, lifting him, and comforting him.

Like many honest and upright men, Hai Bo usually suppressed his feelings, but after a few drinks, he bragged more wildly than anyone else.

Hai Bo, with his arm around Cao Shan, staggered along the bumpy, gravelly road. "Cao Shan, don't be fooled by my polite demeanor and subservient attitude towards clients. It's all an act! I'm a man, and I have a temper! I can't control others, but Qu Yan, listen to me. Seriously, at home, I'm a woman of my word. If I tell her to go east, she won't dare go west. I'm telling you, if she doesn't agree to show you her big ass later, I'll chop her up, you believe me?"

He let out a loud burp.

A strong smell of alcohol hit Cao Shan's face, and the pungent odor of the meat skewers made him nauseous. He just wanted to get Hai Bo home and be done with it, so he gave a perfunctory reply. "Yes, yes, I believe you, I believe you."

Cao Shan was annoyed by Hai Bo's lack of manners when drunk. Although he didn't care about the cost of the meal, Hai Bo said he was treating him, so he paid for it, and now that Hai Bo was completely drunk, he had to get him home.

After finally getting Haibo upstairs, he started yelling in the hallway, attracting neighbors to peek through the windows. Cao Shan had to apologize to the more aggressive ones. Qu Yan, having heard Haibo's drunken antics, came out to greet him in her nightgown. Seeing that Qu Yan was about to go to bed, she had removed her light makeup, revealing a clean and pretty face. Her long hair was simply tied back, as if she had just washed up. Her nightgown was strappy, revealing her fair, fleshy arms. Her chest, with its soft white skin, appeared as two alluring peaks, barely concealed. Her long, slender, white legs were clean and beautiful even without stockings, and her delicate feet wore red slippers with bright red nail polish, making her quite striking. The wind was strong in Beijing in late autumn. When the wind blew, Qu Yan couldn't help but hug her chest and shiver from the cold. Her skirt was lifted up by the wind from time to time, revealing a section of her snow-white and straight fleshy leg that was closer to her private parts.

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