【Purple Sister Flowers】

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The Purple Sisters:

Li Zhenyong is a famous, unrestrained singer and adult cartoonist of Chinese-Japanese descent. An only son from a

wealthy , his sole passion is womanizing. Whenever he encounters a beautiful woman, he will go to great lengths to possess her.

Weng Yanqiu, on the other hand, grew up in a strict family. Unmarried, she is driven by youthful rebellion,

frequently renting and watching pornographic videos at MTVs and masturbating at home, resulting in a strong sexual appetite.

Wang Lichun is a young foreign maid, plain-looking but with a high sex drive. The Li and Weng

families are longtime friends, and the two were childhood sweethearts. However, due to business dealings, the Li family moved to

Japan when Zhenyong was young. Zhenyong has a natural talent for drawing, especially comics; he can complete

a He also has a considerable interest in poetry, so his father hired several masters to teach him from a young age,

which contributed to his later achievements in these areas.

Because of his youthful exuberance and strong sexual desires, Zhenyong's songs, poems, and paintings were filled with eroticism.

The younger generation in Japan saw Zhenyong's achievements as their representative, making him very popular

and an idol.

One day, while looking at childhood photos with a little girl, he was reminded of his childhood sweetheart

and decided to return to Taiwan to find her.

Zhenyong inquired extensively and finally found her. That morning, he

arrived at Coincidentally, Yanqiu's father was also in Japan looking for Li's father, so only Yanqiu and her daughter Lichun were home.

Upon seeing Yanqiu, Zhenyong showed her the childhood photos and introduced himself. Yanqiu, having not seen him for over twenty years

and with her father absent, hesitated to acknowledge him, secretly thinking that testing him wouldn't hurt.

She then thought of Li Zhenyong, who was the idol and lover of Japanese students at the time. He was handsome, sang well, and was also exceptionally talented in literature

. She didn't believe he was a so-called "talented man," so she snorted and said, "You flower thief.

You're so bold, daring to impersonate a handsome man and claim to be skilled in singing, poetry, and literature. Show me your secrets."

When Zhenyong saw that she wanted to test his talents, he laughed and said, "Sister, you are also a beauty. We are a match made in

heaven, a perfect pair. People say 'a talented man and a beautiful woman.' I also have a secret skill that I can teach you for life."

Then he began to thrust again. Yanqiu pushed her away, frowning, and said, "If you really are my childhood

playmate Li Zhenyong, then I'll marry you; otherwise..." Zhenyong interrupted, "Sister, don't doubt it. I'll sing

you a song and recite a poem first, then draw a picture for you, and you'll know if it's true or not."

Zhenyong calmly sang "The Carnival of Sex," and Yanqiu listened, mesmerized, her face slightly flushed. After Zhenyong finished

singing, he paused and said, "Sister, let me write a poem for your alluring place." He then recited: This

thing is truly wondrous, twin peaks flanking a stream, springs dripping from the cave, lush grass growing outside, water unable to raise fish, no forest for birds to roost in,

not easily obtained even for a thousand pieces of gold, how many people are captivated by it.

" Yanqiu listened and muttered under her breath, "What a filthy scoundrel! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth." She then

lightly slapped him.

Miss Yanqiu paused for a moment, then urged him, "I've heard your 'sex songs' and 'erotic poems,' but

I want to see yours."

She then swayed her slender waist and swayed her pink hips, insisting he get up and draw. Zhenyong reluctantly got up and ordered

his attendant Tang Xing to grind ink and paper for him. Smiling, he said to Yanqiu, "Sister, let me draw a picture of a golden boy and a jade maiden for you to see.

"

Yanqiu said, "Stop nagging! Whatever you want, anything is fine." Zhenyong was delighted and immediately finished

the drawing a few strokes, showing it to her. Yanqiu leaned close to him and saw the portrait of the golden boy and jade maiden. The golden boy

resembled Zhenyong, while the jade maiden resembled herself, both completely naked—one pinching her breasts, the other holding a large penis,

their eyes fixed on that spot. She sat in his lap, her eyes seductive, her hands parting her vulva, facing the thick, black penis, as if

about to insert it. Yanqiu blushed and scolded in a coquettish voice, "You're so bad..." Seeing this,

Zhenyong took the opportunity to hug Yanqiu and propose with the token of their love. Yanqiu pouted and

pinched his iron rod, saying, "This meat stick is harmful."

Then she giggled and fell onto the bed. Seeing this, Zhenyong followed and pounced on her, roaming over

Yanqiu's . Finally, Yanqiu's vulva was touched by Zhenyong's fingers, and her labia trembled

, tears dripping from the slit. Her two smooth jade legs swayed and swayed, not knowing where to put them. Her breath was rapid and

her throat was extremely dry, so she could not make a sound. Her body trembled and moved, indicating that I should take off her clothes.

Zhenyong then stripped Yanqiu naked, piece by piece. First, he removed her bright red dress, revealing her high, firm

breasts, barely visible beneath her sexy, thin lace lingerie. Her fair skin and delicate flesh were so beautiful and noble.

The more Zhenyong looked, the stronger his desire became. He then removed Yanqiu's skirt. He saw how shapely her legs were,

and wore a tiny, transparent thong that revealed a high, full vulva... Thinking of this,

Zhenyong forcefully tore off Yanqiu's sexy lingerie. Instantly, her fair, tender breasts, soft and smooth skin, and round, pink

buttocks revealed a thin slit in the middle, red and moist.

Her naked body, like a flower or jade, was displayed before his eyes. Zhenyong's lust intensified, and he grabbed his large penis and rubbed it wildly against her vulva, causing her to

gush with lustful fluids and her fair buttocks to sway incessantly.

Yanqiu cried out, "Ah! Brother Li...darling...please...please...my hole is waiting

...hurry up and put it in...I can't take it anymore..."

Zhenyong, hearing this, spread Yanqiu's two white, tender thighs wide apart, exposing her vagina as much as possible, and

then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, thrust his thick, black penis into her swollen vulva. Yanqiu

's vagina, after enduring this for so long, was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, and with a "whoosh!" the entire penis was completely

submerged. Yanqiu was a virgin, this was her first time experiencing this, and the thick penis had truly caused her

unbearable pain. Now, being penetrated by an extra-large penis, reaching the very core of her vagina, was like winning the grand prize. She was both afraid

and excited—afraid that if he went too hard, she might be penetrated through...and excited that she had finally received this grand prize. Soon

the pain disappeared completely. She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, barely open, her voice a beautiful,

unique melody, incredibly moving. The more Zhenyong listened, the more aroused he became, and his desire surged.

The heavy thrusting continued relentlessly, accompanied by a series of wet, splashing sounds, further arousing

their lust.

Now, their feelings were no longer those of a clandestine affair, nor of humiliation and humiliation, but rather of mutual,

joyful desire. Both were willing, and so they engaged in this passionate act with

extra fervor, bringing each other to satisfaction. Her alluring eyes were now narrowed to slits, her slender waist

swaying even more rapidly, her two plump vulvas opening and closing tightly gripping the thick iron rod.

Zhenyong's heart was intoxicated, like a wild horse galloping across the plains, rising and falling

, high and low, each thrust so deep and penetrating, each stroke so rapid and forceful. Gradually,

his tension grew, his penis hardened and thickened, his blood seemed to boil, his desire

reaching its peak. Their bodies felt like they were about to explode.

The only sounds in the room were panting and intermittent moans, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Yanqiu cried out, "Ah...

I can't hold back... It feels so good... I'm going to come... Hurry... Fuck me hard... My dear... Turn

faster ... Grind harder... I'm going to... I'm going to come... Turn again... Grind faster... I'm going to come..."

Finally, Zhenyong let out a long breath, hugged her tightly, and his large glans kissed her clitoris, throbbing.

A stream of hot, spicy semen shot deep into her womb like a machine gun. She felt as if she had received

a precious elixir, clenching her plump vulva tightly, not letting a drop escape. She was suffocating, paralyzed, yet

satisfied , her soul floating lightly in the wind. After they both reached ecstasy, Zhenyong held Yanqiu tightly, unwilling

to let go, his penis throbbing inside her. After resting and cuddling for a while, Zhenyong

gently withdrew his still-erect penis from her jade-like legs. In an instant, "fallen petals covered the mat in crimson,"

just as : "When we arrived, flowers welcomed us at the river mouth; now, the moon sees us off at the river's edge." He carefully wiped her clean and then held her close

as they drifted into a deep sleep.

Zhenyong stayed at the Weng family's house for two or three days. Miss Yanqiu urged him every day to quickly arrange a marriage with a matchmaker to fulfill his lifelong wish.

Zhenyong agreed. That night, their passion intensified, and they made love from the first watch until the third watch. They made love

repeatedly, each thrusting and parrying, until they lost track of time. Miss Yanqiu saw him out of the room, giving him repeated instructions before he returned to his own room

.

The next morning, Zhenyong remembered that the Xie family had a beautiful Chinese lady named Xie Tianxiang. He was about to change into his casual clothes

when he felt a stomach ache. The pain intensified quickly, and he lay on the bed groaning and calling out

for Tang Xing, but Tang Xing didn't turn around. Clearly, he wasn't home. Zhenyong was in pain, anxious, angry, and terrified. He pounded the bedside, cursing

, "That damned Tang Xing, that bastard! Where

has he gone to die? Ugh... ugh..." His groans and curses alerted Miss Yanqiu's foreign maid, Lao Lichun. She rushed in and asked him

what was wrong. Zhenyong couldn't understand what she was saying; he was trembling with pain, sweat pouring from his forehead, clutching his stomach and groaning.

Lichun saw that he was pale and blue-lipped, looking like he was about to meet the King of Hell. She was so frightened that she

forgot to call a doctor. She stared at him, feeling saddened. How could he suddenly fall ill?

He couldn't even speak clearly, how could he possibly serve a young lady? The more anxious she became, the more disoriented she

became. She climbed onto the bed and began to knead and rub him haphazardly. By this time, Zhenyong had already fainted from the pain.

She simply took off his clothes to check, but there was nothing there—no redness, no swelling. She reached out and touched his stomach, only to find it burning hot. As she rubbed, she accidentally

touched lower abdomen—ah! That place was even hotter, hotter than his stomach! She massaged it vigorously, knowing that this

was his fatal ailment.

However, the heat didn't decrease but increased. Strangely, Zhenyong seemed to be feeling a little better? But he still

hadn't woken up. Her hand continued massaging his lower abdomen, and gradually she touched something.

At first it was soft and unremarkable, perhaps because she was so anxious to save him that she hadn't paid attention. Now, however, it felt like a freshly

forged iron rod, hot and hard, scorching her hand. Her heart pounded, her face flushed, and her hands trembled

. Looking at Zhenyong, his complexion seemed much better now. She could only moan softly, but it was still very painful. She thought,

"This isn't a cure, is it? I should get a doctor to take a look at him."

But where could she find a doctor? Maybe she could try a folk remedy from her hometown? But in her heart,

she thought, if she could cure his illness, wouldn't she, Lichun, be his great benefactor? Miss Weng might not be able to say, but at least she would

benefit from her for the rest of her life. So this lewd foreign laborer also started having erotic dreams. She closed

the door behind her and quietly climbed back into bed. She seemed more confident now, and her heart was filled with joy as she couldn't

help but laugh lewdly.

Originally, Zhenyong had felt a little better after her massage, but who knew that after she stopped for so long,

the pain had intensified again. His moans were louder, and he was sweating profusely, even more so than before when she hadn't massaged him

. Yu Lichun stripped Zhenyong naked. She was amazed at how her future

son-in-law had such fair and smooth skin! It was even more tender and smooth than her own! No wonder her little one

liked it so much and wanted to play with it all night long.

Lichun vigorously massaged his stomach, sometimes up and sometimes down. But every time she touched his

lower , Zhenyong's moans would stop. As soon as her hand left that spot, he would start moaning again

. Now she knew how to cure his strange illness. She also took off her own clothes, leaving herself

completely naked. She then put his legs together and made him sit on them. She rubbed the hairy, prickly area of his lower

abdomen holding his not-so-imposing but soft penis in one hand,

gently kneading and stroking it. As she stroking it, she only felt that it was very hot.

As she gripped and squeezed Zhenyong's member, his painful groans ceased completely, replaced by weak,

breathless gasps as his chest heaved slightly. Seeing this, she squeezed even tighter and quickened her pace, occasionally smearing some of her

own fluids on it for the half-dead creature to absorb. Strangely enough, her own fluids

were more potent than nectar, faster than a modern doctor's injection—just look! Suddenly, the member began

to throb in Lichun's hand, and throbbed incredibly fast. Lichun hadn't expected it to become so fast; it was thick, long, hard, hot, and

bulging with veins! She could no longer hold it with one hand.

Seeing this, Lichun, aroused, leaned down and opened her cherry-like mouth as wide as possible, taking in...

A thick, long, hard, hot, vein-filled penis was slowly sucked and swallowed by Li Chun's soft mouth.

She then licked the glans, making Zhen Yong feel as if a hot breath had penetrated

his bones and lower abdomen, a tingling, pleasurable sensation. His painful groans grew softer.

This girl, Li Chun, had tasted this kind of penis before, like Tang Xing's, but none were as magnificent

and powerful ! At this moment, her desire burned intensely. Her small, plump opening felt

like a swarm of ants crawling and biting inside, making her tremble all over. She gripped the penis and stroked it

a few more times until it stood erect, thrusting against her sensitive spot. She let out a soft sigh! She bit her thin lips,

closed her eyes, and used both hands to part the thick fleshy cleft. Her waist twisted and swayed as she frantically rubbed it, causing

Lichun gush with lustful fluids, her white, tender buttocks swaying incessantly.

She hardened her resolve, not even uttering a sound, and spread her legs wide, letting her

red, tender vulva open even further, her thick labia sinking deeper and deeper. Oh!

It went in a little deeper. This thick, long, hard, and hot rod, with each inch it entered, made Lichun moan

. With each inch the thick, black rod went in, her whole body went

numb . Finally, it emptied her fat slit completely, and the bulging glans was kissing her clitoris.

She was afraid that if she accidentally went too far and reached her uterus, she might even pierce it... Feeling happy, she took a deep breath

and then began to move her body, her slender waist swaying like a snake, her fat buttocks dancing rapidly like a whirlwind, her

two fleshy labia flipping and turning, a thick, copious stream of fluid gushing out and flowing down the rod

. It soaked a large puddle on his lower abdomen, and with each rub, it bubbled like soap bubbles. At the same time, there were only

the sounds of wetness, splashing and gurgling, which increased the lewd atmosphere.

Li Chun felt as if it were an extra-large size, a treasure from heaven, like winning the grand prize. Without it, the world

would cease to exist. For a woman, if she had it once and then lost it, it would be worse than death! It was

incredibly hot and hard inside, making her entire vulva tingle and itch, both unbearably painful and incredibly pleasurable, making her want to succumb to its power.

Li Chun frantically pumped it in and out, shaking and swaying wildly. She did it hundreds of times, until she was drenched in sweat and

panting heavily. Oh! This method really works! This "stick-in-the-flesh method" is far superior to the Mongolian doctor's; it adds another medical treatment to the history of Chinese

medicine . Li Zhenyong, after being massaged and sucked by her, indeed slowly woke up.

In his dazed state, he felt incredibly good down there. When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself lying naked on the bed, Li Chun, this slut,

completely naked. Sitting on her lower abdomen, the fleshy pillar moved up and down rapidly. She was

quite attractive, with dark and delicate skin. But at this moment, she seemed very serious about her work in bed, thrusting out the fat under

her belly , swaying back and forth, high and low. With her hands behind her head,

her large, high breasts swayed and rolled from side to side, extremely beautiful.

Adding alluring gestures, her flirtatious eyes flickering, and her soft moans: "Young Master Li, dear brother, you're making me so happy

...swish...swish..."

Zhenyong had no affection for her, but now that he was ill and not fully recovered, his mind wasn't

entirely clear, and his animalistic desires flared up. He gripped her large breasts tightly, squeezing

and kneading them violently, until they were immediately bruised and red. Hey! This guy is ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever

. His thing is even more furious, thrusting higher and deeper, penetrating her flower core with each stroke. But this slut

doesn't care at all, she's really shameless. On the contrary, she likes this hot stimulation, igniting the great

fire of "sex" that supports her crude and disgusting actions. For a moment, all that can be seen is Lichun riding a horse,

squatting, desperately filling and rubbing her tender red hole up and down, in an extremely wanton state, truly

revealing her lewdness. Now, this raging, lustful thirst makes Lichun's vaginal fluids flow like a waterfall, her

spring morning surging, her lustful fluids flowing freely, she moaning: "Ugh... God... It's so beautiful... Good... Dear

brother... So comfortable... Ah... Hmm... I'm dying... My little hole is being fucked to death... Ah..."

Zhenyong was aroused by the moans, he thrust his penis upwards, his large glans grinding and rotating hard against her hole.

Lichun, her body writhing and moaning as the large glans rubbed against her vaginal walls, cried out, "Ouch...it's so itchy...

my vagina is so itchy...it's killing me...help me, Brother Li...quick...stop

rubbing I want you...fuck me hard...I want you...fuck me hard..."

"Ah...it's so beautiful...so good...my vagina feels so good...I'm in heaven...uh...um...oh

...it feels so good...so good...you really know how to fuck...every thrust makes me want to cum...ah...I love you..."

"Oh...I can't hold back...it feels so good...I'm going to cum...fuck me hard...my dear

...turn around...rub hard...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...turn around again...rub...I'm going to cum..."

This continued until Zhenyong's illness was completely cured. She also released a thick, white fluid, filling him with a

feeling of complete comfort and ecstasy. She clung to him, stroking his soft skin and affectionately

calling out , "Brother Zhenyong, I've cured your illness. How should you report to me?" He had intended to push her away, but upon hearing

her words, he paused, stunned. "My stomach was hurting so badly just now, how come she's suddenly climbing on me and doing

'that'?"

She giggled lewdly a few times,

then pouted and said, "As long as you don't mind me, just let me know when you need me in the future. I'll do my best and make sure you're satisfied, okay?" From then on, Zhenyong

had another lewd lover.

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