The depravity of a married man

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The QQ message notification snapped Lu Jianing out of his reverie. He'd been busy with work lately and hadn't been online for a long time.

The message was from someone he'd deleted from his friend list.

Lu Jianing initially didn't want to reply, but after a moment's hesitation, he softened and opened the message.

"Are you alright?"

The person he'd once saved as "Husband" sent him this message.

"What's wrong? Didn't we agree not to contact each other after we got married?" Lu Jianing blushed slightly, remembering their past foolishness.

"I just can't forget you," he replied, sounding very sincere.

Lu Jianing ignored him. He was a man too; he knew how much of that sweet talk was just empty words.

Seeing that Lu Jianing hadn't replied, the other person sent another picture.

In the photo, a naked man roughly embraces a petite woman. The woman wears a sexy black sheer nightgown with lace trim, and alluring black lace stockings. She's wearing white high heels, her heels pressed tightly together, clearly in a state of arousal.

Her disheveled hair falls over her forehead, obscuring her face.

But Lu Jianing knows that the woman beneath her hair has a heavily made-up face, radiating desire.

Because that woman is Lu Jianing.

Yes, Lu Jianing is a cross-dresser.

Seeing the picture, Lu Jianing's heart skipped a beat, and she guiltily glanced back.

The other party kept sending photos, one after another, each more explicit than the last. There were pictures of Lu Jianing in sexy lingerie, wearing a long, straight black wig, pouting fiery red lips, and stiletto heels, like a prostitute slumped over a dressing table, letting a man thrust into her from behind. Another picture showed her kneeling on a bed, her sexy, full buttocks raised, clad only in pure white stockings and wild, long blonde hair, twisting her hips while masturbating and yearning for a man's lustful advances.

Remembering her past promiscuity, Lu Jianing's face grew increasingly hot. She hadn't touched anything for over a year, and she had vowed to be a proper man, a good husband to Xiao Zhen, yet she had once been like a prostitute who couldn't live without men, constantly panting and moaning under other men's legs.

"I want to see you so much, I miss you so much."

Those words from the other party instantly shattered Lu Jianing's defenses.

Lu Jianing pleaded almost desperately, "Please don't do this, okay?" "I want to have you, I want to fuck you hard," the other person said aggressively.

Lu Jianing resigned himself to his fate. He sadly realized that he, too, longed for that man, longed for the time he spent with him, dressed in women's clothing.

"Come on," Lu Jianing said, "My wife is away on a business trip, she won't be back until the day after tomorrow." With that, Lu Jianing hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Lu Jianing felt a surge of excitement.

He had been married to his wife for over a year, and their sex life had always been perfunctory. Although Xiao Zhen was also very horny and adventurous in bed, giving him oral sex, breast sex, and even penetrating

anus, Lu Jianing only felt a spark of excitement when Xiao Zhen licked his anus with her tongue. Although Xiao Zhen's tongue couldn't fully satisfy his empty rear, it always brought a small sense of satisfaction to his itchy body.

For some reason, every time Lu Jianing saw Xiao Zhen pouting her red lips and sucking his not-so-large penis in a wanton manner, Xu Guoan couldn't help but feel envious.

He envied her for being able to serve a man so openly.

He himself longed to be like her, moaning and panting beneath a man; he... longed to be a woman.

Recalling all this, Lu Jianing felt her whole body burning with desire. Thinking of the man who was about to arrive, the man who had shown her the beauty of the world of women, Lu Jianing couldn't suppress her excitement.

She rummaged through her wardrobe; all the women's clothes she had bought before had been thrown away at her wedding. Thinking back to what she had said about saying goodbye to the past, it all seemed like a joke.

In the year or two since she had discarded her women's clothes, she had been a model husband, a dutiful son, a loving wife, and a respectful elder. But in this peaceful life, Lu Jianing always felt that something was missing. It wasn't

until he called that Lu Jianing suddenly realized.

What was missing was a man.

The man's name was Zhang Yong, but Lu Jianing preferred to call him "husband" when they were together.

His wife, Xiao Zhen, was a fashionable woman who bought rather revealing clothes, which were more tasteful than the ones Lu Jianing had bought herself before.

His beard had become stubble-ridden from neglect, so Lu Jianing took out Xiao Zhen's eyebrow trimming tools and plucked it bit by bit. Gritting his teeth, he then trimmed his eyebrows, transforming the slightly thick ones into two curved willow-leaf brows. The person in the mirror instantly looked much more refined.

Although trimming his eyebrows might arouse Xiao Zhen's suspicion, Lu Jianing wanted to present a perfect, feminine image to the man he was about to meet. He smiled alluringly at himself in the mirror, as if the soul of the person in the mirror had also become that of a woman.

Afterward, Lu Jianing dealt with his leg hair. Lu Jianing didn't have much body hair to begin with, and a little hair removal cream was enough to make his legs smooth and slender, like those of an online leg model.

Next, Lu Jianing opened Xiao Zhen's cosmetics box. Xiao Zhen worked in public relations and was very meticulous about buying cosmetics.

First, she applied a light layer of foundation cream, then gently brushed the foundation onto her skin.

Lu Jianing had taken estrogen for a period of time, during which time her breasts grew to a B cup. Although the growth subsided after she stopped taking it, her skin remained fair and rosy, smooth and delicate, even Xiao Zhen was somewhat envious.

She then applied bright red lipstick, a slightly heavy eyeliner, and a dark blue eyeshadow.

This would make her look somewhat promiscuous, but Lu Jianing remembered Xu Feng saying that he liked her dressed like a prostitute, a seductive look that easily made men unable to resist.

Finally, Lu Jianing changed into a pink thong with lace trim, then put on a pair of thin black stockings, a matching purple lace lingerie nightgown, and finally a wig.

In the mirror, a sexy and alluring woman immediately appeared.

Looking at her completely feminine self, Lu Jianing's heart seemed to soften, and she grew increasingly anticipation for the man who was about to arrive.

Time passed second by second. Although not much time had passed, Lu Jianing felt as if she were a wanton woman who hadn't been with a man in a long time, thirstily and shamelessly waiting for a man's favor.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Lu Jianing couldn't wait to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the man had already pressed Lu Jianing against the wall and greedily began to kiss her.

The man didn't say anything, but his right hand had already skillfully reached Lu Jianing's long-parched anus.

Lu Jianing knew that she was no different from a woman who was currently aroused and wanton.

"Zhang Yong~ I missed you so much." Lu Jianing was intoxicated by the man's superb kissing skills, breathing softly.

"You slut." Zhang Yong swept Lu Jianing up in his arms, but Lu Jianing felt something like an iron rod under her buttocks through her thin nightgown.

"Want it?" Zhang Yong chuckled, giving Lu Jianing's plump buttocks a pinch with one hand.

Lu Jianing let out a soft cry, her eyes half-closed, and responded with a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "I missed you so much..." Zhang Yong laughed loudly: "I'll satisfy you in a moment, you slut." Lu Jianing found herself fascinated by the disorienting feeling of being seen as a flirtatious woman, almost to the point of being intoxicated.

"You little slut, you're so incredibly horny." Zhang Yong placed Lu Jianing on the bed.

Lu Jianing, half-lying on the bed, looked dazed, her pink lips parted slightly, a seductive look that begged for a man's touch.

"Come here, lick." Zhang Yong stood on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his belt.

Lu Jianing seemed attracted by the man's enormous penis, and knelt down submissively, crawling across the bed like a female dog.

"Good girl," Zhang Yong said.

Lu Jianing felt intoxicated by the rich masculine scent, so beautiful, so exciting, a stimulation that could never be compared to having sex with a woman.

"You should be a woman, you should be a slut moaning under a man's crotch. A slut like you still dreams of being a normal man, it's a joke." With his mouth stuffed with a dildo, Lu Jianing could only let out coquettish moans. His eyes were filled with lust, and because of this degrading humiliation, his white but large penis spurted out a white fluid.

Because of ejaculation, Lu Jianing's mind regained some rationality, but Zhang Yong suddenly pressed his head down and brought his mouth to the spot where Lu Jianing had ejaculated.

"Lick it clean, you slutty bitch," Zhang Yong humiliated. "Disobedient?" Lu Jianing felt the strange emotion had just begun to subside, but Zhang Yong wouldn't let him breathe.

His head was pinned down, and he couldn't move. His lust, which had been waning, began to turn to guilt.

"No~" Lu Jianing mumbled, trying to struggle.

Zhang Yong slapped his buttocks hard. "Lick it, you lowly, despicable transvestite." Perhaps Zhang Yong had also been holding back for a long time; this time, unlike his usual refined manner, he was savage, as if raping Lu Jianing.

Lu Jianing felt his mind go blank. He, a man, had actually ejaculated while licking another man's penis… How despicable.

To stop himself from thinking, Lu Jianing resignedly licked his meager, white semen.

Glancing sideways, in the mirror beside the bed, a sexy and alluring woman in a purple bodysuit was bent over, her pert buttocks raised, head bowed, licking the slightly whitish liquid on the bedside table.

"I'm a woman, I'm a lowly prostitute serving men, a wanton slut satisfying men." Lu Jianing's mind was filled with such thoughts, completely forgetting that he was a married man with a wife.

Zhang Yong's breathing grew heavier. After Lu Jianing licked his own semen clean, he reached out and began to knead Lu Jianing's thighs, clad in black stockings. Zhang Yong's

rough, calloused hands caressed his stockinged legs, and Lu Jianing was momentarily lost in a frenzy of desire. Lu Jianing's legs were unexpectedly sensitive, especially after putting on stockings; when a man kneaded them, she felt weak all over.

Lu Jianing's moans grew louder, and her body began to slowly writhe on the bed.

"Mmm...mmm...be gentle." Lu Jianing's moans rose in intensity, sounding like a horny, aroused woman.

"I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you!" Zhang Yong seemed to transform into a beast at this moment. He felt he was losing control, lowering his head and taking Lu Jianing's toes, clad in black stockings, into his mouth, sucking on them.

For over a year of marriage, Lu Jianing had felt a constant emptiness, a lack of sexual satisfaction, and his lovemaking with his wife had been perfunctory.

But now, seeing Zhang Yong take his black-stockinged foot into his mouth, Lu Jianing understood: what he needed was a man's comfort, a man's love.

Zhang Yong roughly played with Lu Jianing's long, sexy black-stockinged legs, saliva dripping onto the stockings, a scene that appeared absurd and obscene.

"Want it?" Zhang Yong's predatory gaze fell upon Lu Jianing.

Lu Jianing's body went limp, and she said to Zhang Yong in a lewd voice, "My dear husband, I want it. My little cunt is so itchy~~ Give it to me~~ Tonight I'm your woman~~" Completely consumed by lust, Lu Jianing didn't realize that her husband, a woman's husband, was now being played with by another man, calling him "husband." What was wrong with that?

Hearing Lu Jianing's lewd words, Zhang Yong couldn't resist either.

He picked Lu Jianing up, turned her around, and made this transvestite kneel on the bed, spreading her pink anus.

His fingers probed, and Lu Jianing's pink anus was full of fluid. Her swollen, red penis hung between her legs in her black stockings, looking unexpectedly obscene and lewd.

"You slutty bitch," Zhang Yong cursed viciously.

Lu Jianing raised her buttocks high, head down, looking at herself like a bitch seeking pleasure, her buttocks raised, waiting for a man to enter, while her male genitals dripped wetly, as if stimulating the man's lust behind her.

"I want... I want it, husband~ I want you to fuck me hard~~ My anus is so itchy." Zhang Yong grabbed Lu Jianing's fair penis and kneaded it gently with his large hand.

At the same time, he inserted his own penis, which was a whole size larger than Lu Jianing's, into the lewd man's anus in front of him.

Under the dual stimulation of the anus and the penis, the long-lost fullness made Lu Jianing let out a satisfied moan:

"Ah~~ Ah~~ So good~~ So comfortable~~ Husband, your penis is so big and powerful~~~ Ah~~ It feels so good to be fucked~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ I can't take it~~ Fuck me hard~~" The moaning grew louder and louder, lewdly filling the entire room.

While squeezing Lu Jianing's penis hard, Zhang Yong lewdly said, "My dick is a real man's, where's yours? Aren't you shameless? You clearly have a dick that can fuck people, but now you're kneeling here, wearing stockings and high heels that only lowly prostitutes would wear, kneeling like a bitch, letting another man fuck you. Aren't you shameless?" Lu Jianing, blinded by lust, had long forgotten what shame was, writhing her body, enjoying the man's thrusts from behind.

"Ah~~ I'm not a man~~ I'm a lowly transvestite male whore~~ My dick is just an ornament~ a useless piece of trash~~ My husband's dick is the real man~~ Ah~~ the man who can bring me real pleasure~~" "You slut!" Zhang Yong roared, violently pulling his penis out of Lu Jianing's anus, spraying semen all over her body as he did so

.

Lu Jianing was still reveling in the ecstatic feeling from before, completely unaware that his penis had already ejaculated sometime earlier. White fluid flowed onto his red thong and black stockings. One of his red high heels was barely hanging on his foot, his wig was disheveled, and his eyes were blurred by sweat and semen. No one would associate this woman with a man. After

an unknown amount of time, once they had both recovered,

Zhang Yong put his arm around Lu Jianing's waist and lifted him up. After the climax, sobriety always outweighed lust.

Lu Jianing blushed and gently pushed him away: "I want to take a shower first." Zhang Yong didn't stop him.

In the bathroom, Lu Jianing let the hot water flow over his body, his body, though naked, still appearing somewhat feminine.

He always felt that his cross-dressing fetish was like SM, a special kind of sexual fetish. Apart from that, he was a good man, a normal man.

But the shock of today left him reeling for a long time.

After showering and drying himself, Lu Jianing hesitated for a moment before putting on the purple nightgown and lingerie he had worn outside the room.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Yong was lying on the bed, playing with a video camera.

Lu Jianing leaned closer to look and saw that it was footage of their lovemaking.

"Delete it," Lu Jianing said, blushing, and tried to snatch it away to delete it.

Zhang Yong stopped him, "When you're not with me, I can watch this to satisfy myself." Hearing his seemingly joking yet somewhat serious words, Lu Jianing couldn't calm down for a long time. He

climbed into bed, snuggled up to Zhang Yong, and lay down.

Directly in front of the bed, a photo of Lu Jianing and his wife, Xiaoling, was so glaringly obvious. In the photo, he was handsome and dashing, while his wife, Xiaoling, was charming and lovely.

But now, he was wearing a woman's nightgown, nestled in another man's arms.

In this confused and disoriented state, Lu Jianing drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up the next day,

Zhang Yonggan was gone.

Lu Jianing checked the time; it was already past 2 PM. Startled, she jumped out of bed.

Beside the bed was a bottle of medicine and a note in Zhang Yong's handwriting:

"I have something to do and have to leave. I know you have a stomach problem; this is some stomach medicine I bought for you." Lu Jianing stared blankly at the bottle of medicine, wanting to throw it away but unable to bear it. She sighed, took one pill from the bottle, and swallowed it.

Lu Jianing felt as if everything that had happened last night was a dream, and now that she was awake, the dream was over.

Taking off her women's nightgown, Lu Jianing looked at the wedding photo on the bedside table.

She thought to herself, "I'm still a normal man. I'm still Xiaoling's good husband. I'm just a man with strange fetishes. After satisfying my own strange fetishes, I'm still normal."

Under this self-deception...

Lu Jianing finally felt a little better. After all, many men, given the chance to keep it a secret, would inevitably indulge in excessive fun.

Xiaoling returned home that evening.

Lu Jianing had prepared a lavish candlelight dinner for her.

The two enjoyed Lu Jianing's delicious cooking under the romantic candlelight.

Xiaoling giggled, "Honey, your cooking is much better than mine." Hearing Xiaoling call him "honey," Lu Jianing felt a strange sense of guilt well up inside him.

Just a day earlier, in this very space, Lu Jianing had called another man "honey."

But for some reason, this strange guilt excited Lu Jianing.

Xiaoling keenly sensed her husband's reaction. Her

passionate red lips met his.

"Mmm..." Lu Jianing groaned, and the two quickly embraced and rolled onto the bed.

Xiaoling impatiently pulled down Lu Jianing's suit pants, her nimble hands skillfully playing with Lu Jianing's penis.

But it remained only semi-erect.

Xiaoling let out a muffled groan. She knew her husband was acting strangely, but she didn't think too much about it. While one hand played with his penis, the other hand penetrated deep into Lu Jianing's anus.

Lu Jianing's penis was indeed as hard as iron.

With a soft "plop," Lu Jianing's entire shaft was inserted into Xiaoling's wet vagina.

She didn't know how long she thrust before Xiaoling finally let out a satisfied groan.

She had an orgasm.

But Lu Jianing had no desire to ejaculate at all. Looking at Xiaoling's satisfied expression, Lu Jianing was lost in thought, wondering if he had the same expression when he was being fucked by Zhang Yong yesterday, wearing black stockings and high heels.

That night, as they were going to sleep, Xiaoling smiled and said, "Honey, are you troubled? Or... do you have another woman?" Lu Jianing's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained, "No. I definitely don't have another woman!" "You don't need to be so nervous," Xiaoling nestled in his arms. "I was just joking." Feeling Xiaoling's forgiveness, Lu Jianing's guilt deepened.

Yes, he didn't have another woman... he went to be another man's woman.

Holding Xiaoling like that, they drifted off to sleep in a daze.

For the next few days, Lu Jianing was in a strange, hazy state. His sexual desires were unsatisfied. At work, he would subconsciously stare at his male colleagues' crotches, his mind filled with lustful thoughts of being fucked by men. He usually liked looking at women's legs, and these past two days he had been doing so even more intensely, constantly fantasizing about wearing black stockings and high heels, a sexy office lady skirt, walking in public, enjoying the voyeuristic gazes of other men.

Lu Jianing tried to alleviate this lustful yearning through intimacy with Xiaoling, but each time Xiaoling would ejaculate, while he felt no urge to ejaculate. This made Xiaoling constantly say, "Honey, you've become so amazing lately."

His stomach discomfort worsened, so Lu Jianing increased the dosage of the stomach medicine Zhang Yong had given him. Only when taking the medicine did Lu Jianing feel somewhat better.

It was another weekend. Lu Jianing sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. He inadvertently noticed the sexy stockings his wife had tossed on the floor. He picked them up and began to stroke his thighs.

He longed to wear sexy women's clothing and have a man soothe his unbearably itchy cunt.

Just then, Xiaoling pushed open the door and came in.

Seeing Lu Jianing's actions, she blushed, not thinking much of it: "Honey, you want it again?" "Yes, I want it." Lu Jianing subconsciously replied, only then realizing he was talking to his wife. A cold sweat broke out.

"What's wrong with you lately…" Xiaoling blushed again: "No, I have to work overtime tonight. I'm going on a business trip for several days, I have to leave now." Only then did Lu Jianing notice the bag behind Xiaoling.

After seeing Xiaoling out, the lust in Lu Jianing's mind could no longer be suppressed.

At this moment, he still retained a sliver of male pride. While scrolling through his phone, he came across Zhang Yong's number. Hesitating whether to call, he inadvertently stumbled upon a number called Xiaoya.

Xiaoya was a prostitute Lu Jianing had previously hired, someone Lu Jianing had sought out to test whether she was a cross-dresser or… attracted to men.

That day, Lu Jianing wore a red leather tight-fitting mini-skirt, crystal high heels, and black stockings. She had put on a wig and makeup even more heavy than the prostitute who had come before. She had booked a room at the hotel and was waiting for the prostitute to arrive.

Xiaoya opened the door. She was indeed quite pretty, but compared to Lu Jianing in women's clothing, she lacked a certain allure.

Xiaoya wore a black sheer, transparent cover-up, a matching black sheer, transparent mini-skirt that tightly hugged her shapely hips, flesh-colored stockings, and nearly seven-centimeter high stiletto heels. She was exceptionally sexy.

Upon seeing Lu Jianing, Xiaoya hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, miss, I don't take female customers." "I'll give you three times the price," Lu Jianing said in a low voice. Although his voice was still gentle, it was unmistakably masculine.

Xiaoya immediately became curious: "You...are a man?" Lu Jianing nodded without speaking.

Perhaps out of novelty, or perhaps tempted by the triple price, Xiaoya reluctantly engaged with Lu Jianing.

Although Lu Jianing was handsome, with a pretty face and a slender figure comparable to a woman's, his penis was significantly larger than the average man's; once erect, it couldn't be contained by any women's underwear.

That night, with Xiaoya, it was a night of passionate lovemaking between two enchanting beings. Two pairs of thighs clad in stockings intertwined, four high heels scattered on the floor, like the most deadly temptation, luring every male creature.

Afterwards... Xiaoya left her number with Lu Jianing, saying he was welcome to come see her again.

Xiaoya smiled and tidied Lu Jianing's slightly messy wig: "This feeling is strange, isn't it?" But Lu Jianing felt that although he had ejaculated, there was still an inexplicable desire that hadn't been satisfied.

Actually, Lu Jianing had no idea that he wasn't a cross-dresser; his women's clothing was only for seducing men.

He liked men. He liked the feeling of being held in a man's arms while wearing provocative women's clothing. For him, seeing women's clothing was a strong sexual innuendo, an innuendo that immersed him in the world of women, making him unable to extricate himself.

As soon as he dialed Xiaoya's number, she answered quickly.

"Hello, is that you, sister?"

"You remember me?" Lu Jianing was a little curious.

"How could I not remember someone as special as you, sister?" Xiaoya chuckled. "It's been a long time since you came to see Xiaoya." "I'll come find you." After hesitating for a moment, Lu Jianing decided not to go see Zhang Yong.

"Just venting this lust will do, right?" The intense shame of seeing Zhang Yong was something he didn't want to recall.

After a moment's hesitation, the desire within Lu Jianing lured him to decide to go out in women's clothing.

After changing into a black silk mini-dress, Lu Jianing felt a strange emptiness in his lower body—a wonderful feeling. He knew no man could ever truly understand this sensation unless he tried it himself.

And the smooth stockings... Lu Jianing especially loved the smooth feel of them. He rubbed them a few times, and his face felt slightly flushed.

He put on pink high-heeled sandals, applied makeup, and donned a wig.

Lu Jianing picked up a women's bag that Xiao Ling had discarded, packed some documents inside, and went out.

Previously, when he went out in women's clothing, Zhang Yong had always accompanied him. This was his first time going out alone in women's clothing, and Lu Jianing was somewhat nervous.

But the intense, lustful gazes of the men made Lu Jianing instantly feel at ease. This feeling was truly amazing.

Xiao Ya was waiting for him at a hotel.

Just as Lu Jianing stepped into the elevator, she overheard the whispers of two men outside.

"That woman, so beautiful! Is she a prostitute? I really want to fuck her hard." "Don't talk nonsense. Someone so pretty must be some high-ranking official's mistress! Be careful not to offend someone." Hearing him say "fuck her," Lu Jianing's legs went weak, and she longed to collapse into his arms and let him have his way with her.

Upon entering the room, Xiaoya screamed, "Sister, you're still so beautiful!" and hugged Lu Jianing, the two passionately kissing.

Before they even reached the bed, they were already sprawled on the hotel floor. Just moments before, when the man had said he wanted to have sex with Lu Jianing, her penis had been in a strange state of arousal, hard and erect. If it weren't for the handbag, the thin silk skirt wouldn't have been able to conceal her erect manhood.

Xiaoya licked Lu Jianing's already rock-hard penis through his underwear and stockings, soaking the pink underwear.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...sister's penis tastes so pungent," Xiaoya said between licks.

Lu Jianing felt increasingly itchy and began to actively respond to Xiaoya's licking. His whole body felt comfortable under Xiaoya's caresses, but he had no desire to ejaculate.

Instead, his anus felt increasingly uncomfortable and itchy.

"Sister is unsatisfied," Xiaoya teased.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...so comfortable...mmm...oh...so good, I want more, I want more," Lu Jianing moaned, like a prostitute craving a man, completely forgetting that he was a man.

"It's a pity that sister can't give sister more," Xiaoya smiled, pinching Lu Jianing's somewhat plump buttocks.

Just then, the door was knocked on.

The doorbell rang, snapping Lu Jianing out of her daze. "Who is it?" she asked warily. "Don't worry, sister, they're my clients," Xiaoya replied, opening the door.

Four men entered the room. They were visibly taken aback when they saw an even more beautiful "woman" besides Xiaoya.

One of them teased, "What's up, Xiaoya? Buy one get one free today?" Xiaoya sat behind Lu Jianing and lifted her skirt. Even through the stockings and lace-trimmed panties, Lu Jianing's already erect penis was exposed to the men. They

gasped.

Lu Jianing was startled by Xiaoya's action and tried to pull away, but Xiaoya whispered in her ear, "Didn't you want more, sister?" For a moment, Lu Jianing seemed to be infected by the lewd atmosphere and couldn't utter a word of refusal.

"Leave it to me," Xiaoya said. "My clients are all people of status, they'll keep it a secret." After saying this, Lu Jianing wavered a bit. After all, for most men, as long as it's kept secret, they're willing to go all out.

"A transvestite, huh?" One of the men looked on, hesitating. "Why don't you guys go for it? I'm not playing anymore." Upon hearing this, Xiaoya immediately pulled down Lu Jianing's thin silk skirt, revealing her white buttocks, and then stuck out her tongue to lick Lu Jianing's inner thigh.

"My sister is a slutty, promiscuous transvestite, a shameless slut who's got a dick and needs a man to fuck her~ She really needs a big, big stick to satisfy her right now, fuck her hard." Hearing Xiaoya say this, Lu Jianing let out a soft moan, his whole face plastered with a lewd and seductive expression. In that instant, it was as if the horny female beast in his heart had been completely aroused: "Mmm, mmm! Oh!

Harder! Fuck me in harder! Oh...oh...brothers, I'm not a man, I'm your daughter, I'm a bitch who needs to be fucked, please fuck me with your big, big sticks...mmm..." As soon as he said this, Lu Jianing felt something inside him burst forth, and he could no longer hold it back.

"Men are men, I can't take it anymore, this male slut is too horny." One of the men couldn't take it anymore, took off his suit pants, and exposed his thick penis.

Lu Jianing was now sitting on the carpet, kneeling like a female slave, her two long, slender legs in black stockings spread out in an M shape, her pink tongue constantly licking her bright red lips, any man would be unable to resist.

"Ugh...mmm..." Lu Jianing moaned, and the man walked over and blocked Lu Jianing's pink mouth with his thick penis.

A strong masculine scent instantly filled the emptiness in Lu Jianing's heart. No matter how he had done it with his wife before, no matter how Xiaoya had caressed his white penis, it now uncontrollably ejaculated like a pillar, wetting a large area of the front of his black stockings.

"Holy crap, this slut actually came! So perverted!" The man feeding Lu Jianing his penis exclaimed in surprise, "This lowly cross-dressing bitch actually came from sucking another man's penis! So slutty!" The humiliation from the man quickly filled Lu Jianing's mind with lust after a brief respite. A completely submissive sex slave mentality, surrendering to the power of the man's penis, arose spontaneously. Lu Jianing felt incredibly soft all over; the feeling of being loved by a man was truly wonderful.

Just then, another man couldn't resist and came over, his penis erect through his trousers, pressing against Lu Jianing's black-stockinged buttocks.

Lu Jianing knelt on the floor, her mouth filled with a thick penis, while the man behind her also removed his clothes, his equally thick penis slowly rubbing against Lu Jianing's plump buttocks. Lu Jianing felt as if she had been struck by lightning; the tingling sensation made her sensitive anus begin to secrete lustful fluid.

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