If I were buried alive

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If I told you I'd been buried alive, don't doubt it for a second.

A shovelful full of yellow earth is about to be poured onto my chest. While I still have a breath left,

I'm going to curse you all—curse that slutty

bitch !

Oh, that bitch, I utterly despise her! Yet just two hours ago, I was

drooling over her devilish figure. It's shameful to think about it now.

Perhaps I should introduce this bitch next door. She's a young woman, a charming young woman, married to a

good husband—a 65-year-old man with billions in assets and billions of gray hairs. That damned old man

drives off every day in stretch Lincoln to manage his large company, leaving the young woman next door all alone in

her empty, 500-square-meter luxury villa.

I'm fortunate enough to live next to a millionaire's villa, even though I only rent a room on the third floor of the building.

Compared to my 65-year-old neighbor, I'm practically penniless in terms of wealth,

but as a fitness instructor, he's definitely penniless in terms of physique. Every morning

at beautiful young woman in a see-through lace nightgown see her

aging husband off. Underneath her nightgown, a black thong tightly hugs her round, pert buttocks. As for her upper body,

sometimes she wears various sexy bras, sometimes she's completely "bare-chested."

In any case, her large breasts always manage to create a perfect curve in her nightgown. Every time

this happens, I can't help but swallow hard.

This morning, to be precise, it was a warm Sunday morning. After getting up, I stood behind the curtains as usual, my strong upper body bare

, enjoying the refreshing morning breeze while observing my neighbor's movements.

The wealthy old man left on time, as expected. Before leaving, he pointed at his wife's red BMW

, seemingly scolding it for being parked on the lawn for so long and gathering too much dust. Sure enough,

after the old man left, the young woman went back inside, changed into a tight white tank top and low-waisted denim shorts,

and then went to the lawn in front of the house. She was carrying a hose, intending to give the red car a good wash.

She was splashing water on the car, looking quite enthusiastic, her long, wavy, dark brown hair

fluttering .

I wonder what brand of shampoo the rich man's young wife uses? Is it the same "Clear" as mine

, or some more expensive, unheard-of foreign brand? I really wanted to lean in and smell her hair;

no matter what brand of shampoo she used, her long hair must smell wonderful… I couldn't help but think of a song lyric,

"My hand through your black hair," and suddenly a restless feeling stirred within me. I drew back the curtains and opened

the window wider, taking a deep breath into the air, as if I could smell the alluring

fragrance of the beautiful young woman on the breeze.

Seemingly sensing something, the woman, who had her back to me, suddenly turned around. She saw me standing by

the window , saw my broad chest and muscular pectoral muscles, and she actually smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth.

She even waved at me! Good heavens, for a moment I thought I was dreaming. That alluring woman was actually

smiling and waving to a half-naked man! But what truly drew my attention were her

breasts, trembling like white rabbits. The tight white tank top perfectly outlined her firm breasts and

slender waist.

And what was truly captivating was the two grape-like nipples on the white tank top, a faint, dark pink.

This slut, she really does like keeping her breasts "vacuum-less"! Having feasted my eyes, I

inexplicably became erect, my large glans throbbing twice inside my underwear, an irresistible itch rising within me.

The shovel continued to dump dirt on me, my broad chest now almost completely buried in yellow earth

. Two hours ago, it was this damned, strong chest that had attracted the attention of that restless bitch

, but from now on, it would never serve its purpose of attracting women again.

Perhaps, the real culprit was that damned water hose.

Yes, it was that unfortunate, dark rubber hose, held in the young woman's hands, spraying water onto the red

car , washing away patches of dust. Yet, before it had even finished its task, it had

"gone on strike"!

It suddenly stopped spraying water, leaving the poor beauty standing there, bewildered.

Women are women after all; when faced with a situation, their brains tend to "go blank." The young woman stared helplessly at the tap

that wasn't working. She shook it a couple of times, but when it still wouldn't budge, she was at a loss.

Someone once said there's a law of nature: any beautiful woman, when faced with a difficult situation,

will instinctively seek a man's help. Whoever said that is truly brilliant! After realizing

she couldn't get the tap working again, the beautiful young woman muttered to herself, "What's wrong? The tap's broken."

Then she called out to me, "Hey—aren't you going to come down and help me?"

"Coming! Right away!" I agreed almost without hesitation.

I quickly washed up, got dressed, and even considered stuffing something into my pants to show off

my impressive "assets," but I quickly abandoned that foolish idea. I went downstairs and

jogged to the next room. In front of the lawn, the young woman stood holding the tap, looking at me with a worried expression, completely helpless.

"Don't worry, let me take a look," I said, waving her hand reassuringly, and then began

to .

Actually, the "malfunction" of the water pipe was negligible; it had simply been

run over by the car's rear tire during the dragging process. After I freed it with one finger, I heard a "plop" from the other end, and

the pipe was working again.

"Ah!" a young woman behind me suddenly exclaimed. I turned around, and the stunning scene that greeted

me almost made my nose bleed.

It turned out that the woman hadn't noticed that when the water pipe resumed spraying, it was aimed directly at her. Needless to say, a

powerful jet of water shot straight onto her body, instantly soaking her tight-fitting vest.

Her breasts were clearly visible against the wet vest, and my gaze was drawn to her chest, unable to look away.

She blushed, gently covering her chest with her hands, and chuckled self-deprecatingly, saying, "I never expected..."

"I took a cold shower early this morning."

Her breasts were so big that one hand couldn't cover them at all. She noticed my gaze on her chest and,

seemingly unintentionally, leaned forward slightly. It amused me so much that I almost reached out and grabbed them.

"Looks like I need to go inside and change," she said with a coquettish laugh. "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?"

"Of course," I replied with a smile, following her into the luxurious villa.

The living room was lavishly furnished: leather sofas, a full-length home theater system, mahogany

furniture, and several famous paintings on the walls… The beautiful young woman didn't seem inclined to let me stay in the living room.

She led me through the living room and upstairs.

"When I need a man's help, he's never around,"

she said, turning to chat with me as she walked up the stairs. "Luckily, you came." "You're

welcome," I said.

She swayed as she walked upstairs, her round, pert buttocks bobbing from side to side, making my heart flutter. Her denim shorts couldn't cover her

entire backside; half of her firm buttocks was exposed, almost touching my face. Her skin was so smooth,

her long, beautiful legs, her alluring buttocks… I really wanted to kiss them.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked into my eyes, saying, "You… were you staring at my buttocks?" My face instantly turned red to the roots of my neck. It was so undignified

for a man's lust to be so blatantly exposed by a woman . 　　Just as I didn't know how to explain, she touched her buttocks with one hand and said playfully, "Little pervert… isn't my butt pretty?" 　　Of course it was pretty; couldn't you see I was practically drooling? I nodded hurriedly. 　　She turned around and said, "If you want to see, you'll like this." 　　With that, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. 　　There was a large mirror by the bedroom door, and diagonally opposite it was a round bed covered in warm-colored sheets. Beside the bed were several tall green plants and a sofa in a similarly warm color. The curtains were open, letting in plenty of sunlight. 　　"This is it," she said, pointing suggestively to the round bed, her tone slightly joking. "I didn't expect to get so wet outside..." 　　Who knew if she meant her clothes were wet, or something else? 　　"Uh, why don't you change first?" I suggested. 　　"Okay, these two outfits... which one do you think looks better?" She picked up two bikinis , winking mischievously at me. This little vixen, was she planning to change into a bikini for me? Oh, no wonder she said I 'd like this one 　　on the stairs ! 　　"The yellow one!" I said, playing along with her playfully. 　　"Heh, I like this one too. Let me try it on for you." She put down another pink bikini, preparing to take off her wet undershirt. 　　I chuckled inwardly as I watched her slowly pull up her white tank top, gradually revealing . When half of one breast was exposed, she laughed and said, "Little pervert, turn around. Don't peek!" 　　I turned around helplessly, only to be pleasantly surprised to find the beautiful young woman perfectly reflected in the large mirror by the door . Whether intentionally or not, her eyes never looked in the mirror; she slowly pull down her tank top. Her magnificent D-cup breasts, freed from the tank top's constraints, bounced happily . My penis instantly became erect again. 　　The young woman continued to unbutton her denim shorts, then turned her back and pulled them down. She wasn't wearing underwear; her devilish figure was fully displayed in the mirror. I began to swallow hard, the "glug, glug" sound surely audible to her. 　　She turned slightly to the side, her perfect double "S" curves almost making me turn away. This despicable yet adorable young woman glanced in the mirror, her eyes brimming with irresistible allure. 　　She extended her slender finger and beckoned to the mirror. 　　She finally couldn't resist. I laughed inwardly. 　　I turned around, clicking my tongue as I stared at her, my gaze roaming over her naked, snow-white skin, thoroughly lewdly examining her entire body. 　　She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to display her neatly shaved genitals. Rich men really know how to play; they make it so smooth, it looks amazing, and it must be even more amazing to fuck her. Her fingers moved , gently stroking her clitoris, letting out wanton moans. 　　"Want to help me?" Sure enough, she was seducing me. 　　I stepped forward, bent down, and knelt before the bed. "Would you like me to help you with my fingers, or my tongue?" I teased her. 　　She grabbed my thick, bony middle finger and gasped, "Use it first." 　　I first put my middle finger into her mouth, and she sucked on it vigorously with her tongue, coating my finger with saliva. 　　Then I withdrew my finger and aimed it at her honey pot, which was already secreting glistening, lustful fluid. 　　My finger slowly slid into her little cunt, tracing the folds of her vaginal walls. 　　"Oh—" she moaned, twisting her hips in rhythm with the thrusting of my finger. Her honey pot, like a small mouth, held my middle finger, swirling around with her hips. 　　I felt my middle finger becoming increasingly lubricated inside her vagina, so I increased the pressure and dug deeper. 　　"Ah...ah...right there!" She grabbed my hand and guided it. My middle finger was pressing against a small, protruding fleshy spot inside her vagina. 　　"G-spot?" I tentatively pressed against that small fleshy spot a couple more times. With each press, the young woman trembled all over . 　　It really was her G-spot—the legendary most sensitive part of a woman's body. Since I found it so easily , it wouldn't be right not to teach her a lesson. 　　I increased the pressure on her wrist, pressing my fingers against her small fleshy mound and shaking it rapidly. 　　"Mmm... mmm..." Her breathing grew heavier, and her lower body secreted more and more lustful fluid. "Mmm... you little pervert, harder! Ah—ah—ah—" 　　Looking at her slutty appearance, I hardened my heart and used all my strength, my fingers making "slap slap" sounds inside her vagina. Her labia were turned to the sides, and the pink flesh inside her vagina was covered in lustful fluid, exuding a wanton aura.

"Oh—mmm…keep going! Don't stop! Ahh! I love you so much—mmm!"

She let out loud moans, and under my rapid finger assault, she was on the verge of climax. So I

worked even harder. After about thirty seconds, her moans suddenly rose, each one trailing off with a long, drawn-out sound: "Aww

—aww—I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm coming!"

Her whole body convulsed, her flesh trembling, her breasts shaking violently, and

a milky white liquid gushed from her vagina, just like when a man ejaculates.

"Ah—so good!" she sighed contentedly. "You little pervert, come and lick it for me."

I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and licked the white liquid, the strong, pungent smell filling my nostrils. With

each lick, her entire buttocks trembled violently, and several more streams of white liquid gushed out,

which I swallowed.

"Very good…" she said, "My turn."

She gently pushed my head away and knelt on the bed. I stood up, and she reached out to unzip my pants

. My penis was already painfully swollen inside.

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs.

*Thud*, another shovelful of dirt fell down. Now my mouth was full of dirt, and all I could

see were pitiful eyes. I strained to see the

blurry figure shoveling dirt across the hole. Don't think I didn't know who he was; of course I did. I didn't expect him to suddenly

take pity on me. To be honest, even if the King of Hell turned into Santa Claus, I didn't believe the person on the hole

would show me any mercy.

I was just regretting why I hadn't left that villa,

left .

The doorbell rang persistently, forcing us to come downstairs. The beautiful young woman wrapped herself in a

nightgown and went to open the door. It turned out to be just the postman delivering a package that needed the villa owner's signature.

"Don't worry, I knew it wasn't that old man coming back. He doesn't care about me at all."

After seeing the postman off, the young woman returned to the living room and said to me with a mournful tone.

"I think he treats you quite well; you can tell from the BMW parked outside." I told her.

"Sigh—" she sighed and said, "He buys me a lot of things, but he's always out early and back late

, he doesn't care about my feelings at all. Didn't I tell you? Today is my birthday, and he didn't even say 'Happy

Birthday .' He went to the company early this morning to busy himself with his damn work!"

"Ah? So today is your birthday!" I thought to myself, no wonder she was so eager to seduce me,

it turns out she harbored deep resentment.

"Yes. It's a good thing you came, otherwise I would have been so lonely. Just now, you gave me the best birthday

present." She looked at me with lustful eyes and said, "Should I thank you?"

I took off my shirt, revealing my muscular physique, and said to her, "That depends on your sincerity..."

She smiled knowingly. She gracefully walked towards me, placing her hands on my chest and murmuring,

"So strong—" She lowered her head and licked my upper body, her wet tongue tracing patterns on my chest like ants

crawling, tickling me.

"Man…" she murmured, almost to herself, as one hand reached down through my pants and grasped

my large penis.

She licked her way down to my lower abdomen, and I pressed her head down, making her kneel in front of my

penis .

"I'll serve you." She happily stroked my penis, unzipped my pants, pulled down my pants,

and took out my magnificent penis.

"It's so big…" she said, taking it into her mouth. The last "big"

sounded a little muffled because my penis filled her entire mouth.

This beautiful and wanton woman was diligently swallowing my large penis. Her nimble tongue sometimes

circled the glans, sometimes pressed against the urethra, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.

She slowly pushed my penis deeper into her throat, and with a slight thrust of my hips, the large glans pressed against her throat

. She made "ooh-ooh" sounds, but tried even harder to swallow my penis. I felt

the glans slowly penetrate her throat, and she choked until tears welled up in her eyes, unable to swallow any more, while a portion of

my penis remained outside.

"Ah!—" She finally couldn't hold it in any longer, spitting out my penis and gasping for breath, while still

continuing to . "It's so thick and long, it's almost choking me!"

"Awesome!" I exclaimed loudly.

She glanced at me sideways, seductively, a glistening saliva at the corner of her mouth, slightly upturned.

"Maybe you'll prefer this," she said, clamping her large, round breasts around my penis and

starting to stroke it up and down.

Her breasts were not only full but also very elastic, making the sensation of her gripping my penis incredibly pleasurable. While

performing this breastjob, she lowered her head and licked the head of my penis with her tongue. Under this double assault, I almost couldn't help but ejaculate onto her

snow-white breasts.

"That's enough," I said. I bent down and patted her pert buttocks. She obediently stood up, walked to the leather sofa

, placed her hands on it, turned her back to me, and raised her buttocks high, her wet vulva seemingly beckoning to a man's large

penis.

I aimed my erect penis at her vaginal opening and thrust it in with a "plop."

"Ouch—" Her body was pushed forward by my thrust, but she managed to regain her balance.

I grabbed her two plump, firm buttocks with both hands and thrust my hips forcefully into her honey pot.

"Ah, you're so strong, I love men like you... Ah... You're

so much better than that old guy... Ahh... Fuck me, fuck me, harder!" She kept moaning and saying lewd things,

"It's inside my uterus... Ugh... Big cock baby, darling, ahhh... I'm about to fly

... Mmm ahhh!"

I gradually increased my speed, and she rhythmically responded to each thrust. In the

spacious fucked the billionaire's young wife until she was gushing with lustful juices.

"I'm going to climax! Come on—come on—mmm ahhh! Give it to me—" She was close to climaxing, her whole body radiating...

Her face flushed. "Give me your hot semen... ah, shoot! Shoot it all inside me... ahhhhhh!

Ah—"

I felt my glans trembling, about to ejaculate.

"I'm going to shoot! This is the last birthday present for you today!" I roared, shooting thick streams

of semen deep into her uterus.

"Ah—what a wonderful birthday present!" she exclaimed contentedly.

Just as we were enjoying the afterglow of our climax, we suddenly heard the sound of keys turning. We

turned around , only to see the front door slam open. A group of people carrying flowers and gift boxes rushed

in, shouting, "Happy Birthday!—"

Immediately after them, an elderly man with white hair, carrying a huge birthday cake,

jumped , shouting, "Baby, birthday—"

It was the owner of the villa—the 65-year-old billionaire. He only managed to utter half a

sentence swallowing the rest. Because he saw in the living room of his villa, his beautiful wife, with

her buttocks raised, her lower body tightly connected to a strange man's penis, which was covered in vaginal fluid

and semen...

Everyone was stunned. After a few seconds of being stunned, the old man finally reacted and roared at me:

"You bastard!"

So, before I could even put on my pants, I was tackled to the ground by the old man's four bodyguards.

"So now I'm buried alive, naked, in this pit, and that

old bastard at the edge, still seething with rage, is about to shovel the last bit of dirt.

Goodbye, I feel that last shovelful of dirt landing on my hair. Goodbye, that

old geezer is even patting the dirt down on top of me, making it even more compact. Goodbye, maybe I'm a pretty bad adulterer

.

If I tell you I've been buried alive, don't doubt it for a second.

For that slut, that bitch, that beautiful young woman with a devilish figure, I've given up my life

. Was it worth it? Was it not? Perhaps, only you can answer that remaining question for me."

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