[Older Man, Younger Woman] (The Young and Beautiful Wife - Ah Zhen) (31) Author: baxx1979

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Author: baxx1979
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【Chapter 31】

But Ah Zhen was always the kind of girl who was outwardly flamboyant but inwardly conservative. She wouldn't easily express her needs, so she had
been very repressed lately. Despite the many suitors, she had never crossed the line; she was
a young woman.

But now, facing the old man who had taken her body, her physical needs needed to be expressed. She
hesitated , gently pulling away from the old beggar's hands that tried to hold her: "No, not here, people will see.
You, you come with me..."

Ah Zhen looked around. She couldn't possibly go to the old beggar's house with him; after all, their identities and clothing were
very obvious, and many people in this area knew them. If word got out, it wouldn't be good.

Ah Zhen bit her lip, suddenly realizing something, and turned to leave. She didn't walk fast, and the old beggar easily
caught up. Ah Zhen's full hips, long legs, and beautiful curves stunned the old beggar.

The old beggar rubbed his eyes, stunned by the increasingly radiant beauty before him. He lowered his head,
almost as if trying to hide his embarrassment. Ah Zhen, turning around ahead, glanced at him and uttered a sweet, bell-like voice
, "Ugh, what are you looking at? Come on, let's go..."

The old beggar snapped out of his reverie. Ah Zhen was asking for trouble! He rubbed his ear; a sharp pain shot through him.
This wasn't a dream, it really wasn't a dream. He quickened his pace and followed.

Ah Zhen turned a corner. By then, it was already getting dark. Neighbors were busy buying groceries and going home to cook. Ah Zhen walked
a few steps to the gate of her old house. The iron gate was there, but it wasn't locked, and she usually didn't use it.

Ah Zhen pulled it open, looked around, and saw only the old beggar, limping along, following
her with a wicked grin. She blushed instantly and went up the stairs without looking back.

With a few quick steps, the shapely Ah Zhen reached her old room on the second floor. The door was unlocked again.
Pulling open the iron gate, a cloud of dust billowed up. She opened the door to her room and saw what used to be the living room. Now, the entire
room was empty, a layer of dust covering the floor.

It seemed no one had returned. Reassured, Ah Zhen turned the doorknob to her old room. Ah Zhen was a thrifty
girl ; she had taken everything she could during the move, but the secondhand sofa was still there. The whole room
had an uninhabited smell.

Ah Zhen looked at the mess of scraps of paper scattered around the room, then bent down and picked up a cloth to wipe the peeling
sofa. It was a three-seater sofa, where she used to often sit and watch TV. Of course, she didn't
know this sofa was a gift from her friend Ah Lin to Old Xu's residence.

Ah Zhen pressed the light switch, but there was no electricity; the developer had cut it off early that morning. Ah Zhen wasn't surprised,
because even when there was electricity, she rarely turned on the lights at home. Being frugal, she relied on the streetlights,
and often had to draw the curtains because the outside light was too strong.

After she finished doing this, there was a rustling sound behind her. The old beggar had caught up, panting.
Indeed, the rush of desire and the throbbing of climbing the stairs were making him a little overwhelmed; after all, he was fifty years older than Ah Zhen.

Ah Zhen stood there, gracefully putting down her handbag. The old beggar squinted at the
beautiful was truly stunning, but being old, his perspective was still somewhat conservative.
Seeing the subtle lines of cleavage revealed by Ah Zhen's white blouse, he suddenly found it hard to accept.

He stared at the goddess, unsure where to begin, when Ah Zhen spoke up. "What are you standing there for? Close
the door, close the door!"

Ah Zhen's voice, sweet as orchids, was light and melodious. Only the two of them were in the room, and her enchanting voice
drew the old beggar inside.

The old beggar swallowed hard and chuckled, "Beautiful, beautiful." Looking at Ah Zhen standing by the sofa, the old
beggar suddenly found a surge of courage and walked over—no, he practically lunged forward, like an awakened old lion,
swaying with two ugly, dangling bells.

The old beggar hugged Ah Zhen tightly, the warmth of her body radiating through him. He would never
let go , clinging to her tightly. Ah Zhen, in turn, felt a surge of masculine energy. Lately, she had been
incredibly lonely. Although she had needs, she rarely masturbated. Occasionally, when she couldn't resist, she would
shower herself, repeatedly washing her genitals with the showerhead.

She would adjust the showerhead to a single stream of water, spraying it onto her clitoris, which brought her great pleasure. She
would press her full breasts, which she couldn't possibly grasp with one hand. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, temporarily
relieving her sexual urges.

At that moment, the old beggar's hands tightly embraced Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen felt a sense of security that the showerhead couldn't provide.
She watched as the old beggar's white-haired head rubbed against her cleavage like a child, and she couldn't help but feel both amused and
annoyed.

"Don't rush, take it slow, um... oh... slower..." Ah Zhen watched this old lion's outburst.
Afraid that the old beggar would tear her clothes, she stretched out her snow-white hand, one hand stroking the old
beggar , the other reaching behind her back.

Her white shirt was already pushed up by the old beggar, who, like a starving
lioness , opened his mouth, which reeked of smoke, and bit Ah Zhen's bra strap with his teeth.

The shirt was in the way, so Ah Zhen reached behind her and unhooked the bra that clung to her breasts with one hand
. The old beggar didn't know how to unhook it; he always pulled hard and aggressively
, which annoyed Ah Zhen, so she unhooked it first to avoid tearing it.

The old beggar was a little confused. He didn't know what Ah Zhen was doing; he only knew that her bra
was different from usual—too tight. He had no idea that Ah Zhen always wore a schoolgirl-style bra to accommodate him,
so the two were completely incomparable.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed that the bra strap had loosened. He thought he had unhooked it and quickly continued to
lick inside with his tongue, which was covered in foul-smelling saliva, making a loud, hissing sound—you'd think he was
an old wild boar.

Ah Zhen was helpless. With one hand behind her back, she faced a sudden forward force and
lost her balance, falling onto the sofa. A button on her top popped off because of the sudden burst of
her breasts .

At this moment, Ah Zhen disregarded her manners and hurriedly pushed the old beggar who was arching against her slightly upwards. She used one hand...
She pulled up her white shirt like she was taking off a sweater, the old beggar not caring about anything else. Seeing
Ah Zhen's initiative, all he could think about was finding those two long-lost grapes.

"Eek..." Ah Zhen felt her bra being ripped open by the old beggar. As she took off her shirt,
a cool sensation washed over her chest, and her two semi-circular breasts suddenly appeared, snow-white and bouncing in front of her. The old beggar
couldn't help but stare, thinking, "Damn, so beautiful! Isn't this the fairy from the picture book I picked up on the street?"

After the old beggar grabbed her nipples, they slowly stood up. Yes, slowly stood up, still
pink because they weren't engorged yet. Ah Zhen always carried an umbrella when she went out, so her snow-white skin made her especially
attractive, and any man who saw her would feel his blood boil.

Only then did Ah Zhen notice the old beggar's bloodshot face. His wrinkles seemed more pronounced than before, and he appeared to have lost
teeth , likely due to a lack of calcium supplements. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and his body
was probably also unkempt. Fortunately, it was autumn, and the air was dry. Right, he couldn't bathe because his wound had just healed. Thinking of the wound,
Ah Zhen felt a pang of heartache for the smelly old beggar kneeling before her, and her kind heart began to
ache with self-reproach.

The old beggar looked at Ah Zhen's legs, pressed together in embarrassment. Helpless, he could only
arch his back forward with all his might, just a hair's breadth away from the two delicacies.

Ah Zhen's eyes welled up with tears as she thought about it. Seeing the old beggar's actions,
she chuckled softly, "What are you doing? What are you doing? It's not like I'm not giving you anything." "Heh...eat, delicious..."
the old beggar exhaled heavily.

Ah Zhen's nipples were very sensitive, a sensitivity known only to Ah Zhen and the old beggar. He knew that by controlling Ah Zhen
's nipples, he could do whatever he wanted as long as they were comfortable. He understood that to catch a thief, you
must first catch the kingpin; he had to take him down first.

He wasn't long enough, so he stretched out his long, black-fingered hand and pressed it against Ah Zhen's alarming breast.
Ah Zhen had a habit of walking and exercising, so her breasts were very shapely and elastic, their up-and-down
movement was incredibly alluring. They were like this even when she wasn't wearing a bra, so she was most satisfied with her
beautiful breasts.

The old beggar's sudden grasp caused Ah Zhen to gasp slightly. The old beggar became even more aroused, his
fingernails digging directly into the indentation of Ah Zhen's nipple. Ah Zhen's body arched upwards sharply, and her two
nipples immediately sprang out. Ah Zhen's breasts, naturally arched, formed two beautiful arcs—a truly
seductive sight.

Ah Zhen couldn't stand the old beggar's prodding, as if he had struck a pressure point. Stimulated, she braced herself on
the sofa, forcefully offering her two full breasts to the old man who was toying with her. She pushed them
forward , like a little rabbit thirsting for water; she hadn't felt this way in a long time.

The old beggar felt no pity. He still had reservations about her, especially about the
look Old Xu had given him a few days ago, which still bothered him. He had run into Old Xu a few days ago, and he had spat at him.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but this was Old Xu, the man who owned Ah Zhen.

He now possessed his woman, who was now obediently curled up on the dirty sofa like a little rabbit,
her snow-white nipples welcoming the old man's arrival. He pinched one nipple with one hand
and pulled it upwards forcefully, causing Ah Zhen's body to involuntarily arch upwards.

Ah Zhen's nipples weren't large, always appearing like tiny buttons on her alarm-like breasts. When the old beggar
tugged at them , she couldn't help but gasp. Although she knew the old beggar would do this, she didn't know
why he had been doing it so often lately. She could only obediently comply.

She was like a submissive fawn, facing this old man—no, this old lion—she
could only submit. Tears welled in her eyes, not out of affection for the old beggar, but from pain. But she was helpless;
she could only let this wretched man have his way. She cursed him inwardly, but deep down, she felt an indescribable
emotion—she was truly willing…

The old beggar ignored all those complicated thoughts. He felt this was an indirect show of force against another
lion , though he didn't know that the other lion had no interest in his territory anymore.

The old beggar, his eyes red, tugged at her breasts several times. Ah Zhen couldn't take it anymore: "Please stop pulling
! It hurts so much, it hurts! Don't pull... ah... ah... it hurts..." Ah Zhen shook her head weakly in resistance.

In this adversity, Ah Zhen's underwear was already damp, though she didn't realize it. Although she resisted this
act, she accepted it. She didn't know that her most precious possession, her breasts, would have such an effect from
being violated .

Ah Zhen opened her eyes and looked at the old beggar's red eyes. She truly surrendered.
She tilted her head to one side and spread her legs, wanting the old beggar to kneel more comfortably. But she didn't expect that the old beggar had already lost
his mind .

With a spit, a glob of thick phlegm landed directly on Ah Zhen's beautiful chest. The yellowish phlegm of the old man
wasn't noticeable in the dim light, but the sound and the burning sensation made Ah Zhen frown. "You, what's wrong with you? Why did you spit on
my chest..." Ah Zhen felt a little scared. She did spit sometimes, but only when she was having sex did she
need some lubrication. But now the old beggar was spitting directly on her beautiful, curvaceous chest, especially with
that glob of phlegm hanging on her nipple.

The old beggar grinned and chuckled, "Mine, mine, you're mine..." The old beggar, like
a nobleman announcing his fiefdom, looked at this fertile land. Listening to the old beggar, Ah Zhen suddenly understood his
possessive and forceful behavior towards her. Suddenly, Ah Zhen felt a strange sense of forgiveness towards the old man.

She reached out, panting, and touched the old beggar, saying with heartache, "I've been so busy lately, I haven't seen you. I'm sorry."
Like an understanding wife, she stroked the old beggar's face, showing no repulsion
whatsoever . Instead, she murmured and hugged his head, pulling him close.

The old beggar, seeing that this woman actually accepted his spit, felt a masculine possessiveness akin to a dog urinating on a telephone pole
. He lowered his head, following Ah Zhen's embrace, and bit down on her nipple, his tongue like a venomous snake
tightly coiling around this beautiful

, jade-like spot. He was overjoyed. "Old Xu, fuck you! I spat this spit right on your woman,
hahaha!"

Ah Zhen, of course, had no idea what he was thinking. She was still excitedly letting the old beggar sweep his thick, coated tongue
over and over her nipples. The old beggar's tongue was thick and slippery, and her snow-white breasts felt like cotton candy
, stimulating Ah Zhen's body.

"Ah...ah, huff...uh...ah, don't bite, ah, don't push it in...ah." Ah Zhen enjoyed it with a
conflicted yet pleasurable sensation.

Like a pig rooting for food, the old beggar grunted as he swept his territory. Ah Zhen's breasts and nipples were covered in his
saliva. "Ugh...delicious, fast, woman, you're mine, mine..." The old beggar
wasn't satisfied with his territory; he was just one sentence short.

Ah Zhen felt excited but also a little shy. What should she call him? Husband? But no, brother?
Grandpa? Ah Zhen was lost in thought, consumed by lust, but a tingling sensation overwhelmed her. "Ah...my...my
man , I'm yours...ah."

"Mine, yes! Give me a big, fat son, give me one..." the old beggar cried out. "Ah...
no , I...ah...okay...I...give it to you...don't bite, I'll give birth, I'll give birth..." Ah Zhen was completely
conquered.

By this time, Ah Zhen's panties were soaked; she had even had a mini-orgasm. She trembled, no
longer knowing what she was saying, but she willingly cooperated with the old beggar.

The old beggar was very satisfied; both of Ah Zhen's breasts had been conquered. At this moment, her nipples were full of blood, standing
tall and erect. The yellow light from outside illuminated her snow-white flesh, making her extremely alluring.

(To be continued)

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