Mature woman becomes singer

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From Mature Woman to Singer:
Jingzhu's stage play was on tour for more than ten days, which almost drove me crazy. I looked forward to it every day and thought about it every night. Finally, she came back. The next day, while watching TV, they happened to see a skit featuring Jingzhu. A group of men were watching her with lewd expressions.
"Wow, it's sticky! This girl's not peeing, it's vaginal fluid!"
"Hey! What a slut! She seems unwilling on the surface, but deep down she wants us all to fuck her!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Strange, no smell, it even seems a little sweet, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder she's called Sweetie..."
"My little Sweetie, after you finish eating the meat, I'll let you taste my own slutty honey later."
"Damn! This little girl has a great figure, she must masturbate often, why do you need to let her taste it!"
The group of men discussed in unison, showing each other the vaginal fluid on their fingers. One of them even pressed his palm against Sweetie's full, alluring mons pubis. Although it was through her underwear, the thin, sheer lace underwear allowed the sexy vaginal fluid to seep through the sides and center of the lace, letting them touch it freely.
The man lewdly spread his fingers apart, his hand covered in love fluid. The sticky fluid formed between his fingers like a beautiful hymen. The others burst into laughter, but their words were obscene and vulgar, their purpose being to humiliate Tian'er and to achieve the satisfaction of conquering a woman.
Sweetie, still blushing, held the foul-smelling male genitalia in her mouth, stroking it back and forth...
Perhaps because of the strong smell of the penis, she had just felt an unprecedented and strange stimulation. Coupled with the skillful techniques of the devilish man behind her, sweeping from the outside of her breasts to the center of her breasts, and then pinching the swollen and charming nipples from the part that the man loved to hold, she had played with the most beautiful and prominent sensitive parts of a woman to her heart's content. Moreover, the semen on her pink back, sticking to the curled male chest hair, made Sweetie suffer a strange feeling of being humiliated, yet also itchy. Involuntarily, she felt her willow belly swell up. Coupled with the heavy breathing of the seven men around her and their unseen lewd gaze, she could no longer hold back the viscous love fluid in her willow belly, which overflowed and seeped into the bed along her vagina, labia, pubic hair, lace panties, and inner thighs...
In this way, it made people think that Sweetie was enjoying the process of being raped.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Hearing their loud, lewd insults, Tian'er felt immense sorrow. At the same time, the thick, hard penis inside her mouth grew increasingly hot, and the man's thrusts became more and more violent. Tian'er knew he was about to ejaculate, and that he would ejaculate in her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, sliding onto her high, full breasts, like beads of excited sweat seeping from her nipples.
The onlookers were unbearably aroused, their lips dry and throats parched, able to imagine the intensity of the scene.

"Pfft... Oh... Pfft... Oh... Pfft... Oh..."
Tian'er endured the ferocious impact of the burning penis, her mouth oozing copious amounts of saliva from the oral sex to lubricate the penis, emitting lascivious sucking sounds that intertwined with the moans of pain from the penis thrusting in and out of her throat, a cycle of utter obscenity and depravity.
"Heh...heh...heh...Sweetie, ah, you're so good..."
The pot-bellied man enjoyed Sweetie's wonderful sucking movements and soft moans, his whole body soaked in sweat.
"Ah...oh...chuchu...ee...chuchu...oh..."
Sweetie seemed to have lost all hearing, no longer able to see the men around her violating and taking advantage of her, only knowing to passionately suck, passionately perform oral sex, and passionately satisfy the lust of the man before her.
The man sitting behind her gradually slid his hands down from her breasts, to her long, slender waist, rubbing them up and down, stimulating Sweetie's lust.
Suffering from the man's repeated attacks, coupled with the lubrication of her love juices, Sweetie's long, snow-white legs began to move restlessly, sometimes half-open, sometimes tightly squeezed, and her love juices overflowed even more.
"Oh... um... plop... hmph... oh..."
Perhaps her bladder was truly aroused, for Tian'er suddenly became alluring, her cheeks flushed, hot and swollen as if she were already aroused, her expression so captivating.
"Heh... heh... my beautiful Tian'er, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum... ah..."
Meanwhile, the pot-bellied man's strong waist convulsed, forgetting that he was using his hands to grab Tian'er's long hair to accelerate the thrusting of his penis, which had already hurt the poor Tian'er. The intense thrusting pleasure finally reached its peak, his glans tingled, and the thick semen that had been accumulating in his scrotum shot out like an arrow into Tian'er's soft mouth.
"Oh... um..."
Tian'er frowned in pain as a hot stream gushed out, like a fishy and greasy white paste, filling her mouth, the taste making her want to vomit.
"Don't spit it out! Swallow it!"
The men surrounding her noticed Tian'er's resistance and quickly tried to stop her, but the semen was too much and too thick for Tian'er to swallow immediately. A trickle of thick white semen spilled from the corner of her mouth... mingling with the tears on her chest, it flowed along the slightly tilted angle of her breasts, past the man's fingers behind her, and finally settled on her hardened nipples, moistening her sexy, rosy areolas, making her look like a mother, her nipples oozing maternal milk.
The men, watching this unintentionally alluring scene, were completely captivated by Tian'er's nipples, their lustful gazes fixed on her beauty. They were momentarily forgetting to further humiliate this stunning long-haired woman.
Turning to Jingzhu, I said, "Wife, put on this uniform later and I'll see if it looks like the ones on TV. I'll take some photos of you." She smiled, which was her agreement, and I felt a surge of secret joy.
After washing up and returning to the bedroom, I took two blue diamond-shaped pills. Jingzhu was indeed sitting on the sofa in her new police uniform, her hair pulled up high, the lighting still dim. "Wife, you look much better than on TV. I think you'd be perfect to host the Ministry of Public Security's Spring Festival Gala. Those other guys like Qing and Tao are nowhere near your level. Seeing you, the image of a 'money-is-
no-object' police officer in my mind is so much higher than before." I murmured, hugging her. "Wife, if you hadn't come back soon, I wouldn't have been able to resist. Stop acting in those lousy dramas and just stay home." The drug was starting to take effect, and I couldn't resist lifting my skirt, wanting to practice. But the pure wool fabric of the uniform was too stiff, like armor, getting in the way, so I simply took it off.
Back in bed, I stared at Jingzhu lustfully and said, "Let's see how this old man does today." Unexpectedly, she whispered in my ear, "I can't squeeze you to death." I was stunned. These words coming from Jingzhu's mouth were unbelievable, so shocking. These words were like a war drum, igniting my fighting spirit. Forget about being gentle and considerate. I yanked her Givenchy jacket up to her chest and slammed her onto the bed.
My temper flared, and I unleashed all my skills, relentlessly pushing my sumo wrestling limits. "Ouch, Zi Dong, be gentle! You're going to break my legs!" "Ouch! You've torn them!" "It hurts! It hurts! You pulled out my hair!" Jingzhu cried and groaned, her brother's cries echoing through the room. It was more potent than any aphrodisiac; I was blinded by rage and completely unmoved. This was destined to be a brutal tug-of-war, a bloodbath that would leave corpses strewn and rivers of blood. The result was a draw, both sides severely wounded, and the battle ended in silence. A
deathly silence descended upon the battlefield. I glanced at W; her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest; her slightly shriveled, sagging breasts were bruised and battered; a few strands of Jingzhu's hair were tangled in my hands. Her Givenchy jacket was habitually tucked between her legs. A pang of pain shot through me; I'd gone too far.
"I will never, ever bother you again. You're about to die at my hands, you're so cruel," she said, almost dying.
"Wife, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again, I swear."
The next day, we were both too exhausted to go to work. We were so engrossed in our work that we forgot to cover ourselves with blankets, and Jingzhu caught a bad cold with a high fever. April nights in Beijing are still quite cold, so she took sick leave from work. She received an IV drip and some Zheng Chai Hu Yin (a traditional Chinese medicine formula), and her fever gradually subsided by noon.
Around five o'clock, some of Jingzhu's friends and colleagues came to see her. Several of them were singers who frequently appeared on television, singing "mainstream" songs with devout expressions. They were somewhat surprised to see me and exchanged glances. One of the singers, Xiao Tan, said, "You must be Director Yang! I've heard Sister Ruan mention you often. I didn't expect you to be so young! Oh, right, I think I saw you at a performance last year. I didn't expect you to be Sister Ruan's husband."
Song Guifei teased, "Your gray outfit really does have a Jude Law vibe. With your licenses, haven't any directors invited you to do anything? Sister Ruan is so lucky to have such a handsome man."
"You're too kind. My position doesn't allow it! Besides, I don't have that kind of ability."
I went into the room and went to the bedside. Consort Song asked, "Sister Ruan, what happened? Are you feeling better?" Jingzhu stammered, unsure how to answer.
"Your sister Wei has been on a whim these past few days, wanting to lose weight, but she's not even fat, why is she doing this? As a result, she overdid it last night and got chilled and sweaty." I knew she couldn't tell the truth, so I covered for her, not intending to tease her.
"What nonsense are you spouting? There are so many people here." Jingzhu's face flushed red. Sigh! This woman always makes a fool of herself at crucial moments.
Everyone looked at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter as if by prior agreement. "Sister Ruan, you and Director Yang really know how to cause trouble, it's hilarious!" said Wang Gege. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I quickly made my way out, saying as I left, "Stay here tonight, try my cooking."
Dinner was ready, and everyone sat down. I had put extra effort into preparing this meal, hoping to give Jingzhu some face.
"Director Yang, your skills are truly remarkable! Oh, Sister Ruan, you're so lucky! Look at Director Yang, he's got looks, status, talent, and he's so young. Taking him out would be such a source of pride. I'd be content if my man were even half as good as Director Yang," said Xiao Tan.
"Yes, and he's got a great physique and a great romantic side,"
Consort Song said with a wicked grin, causing everyone to burst into laughter. These elegant and poised "harmony-brand" singers on stage are nothing but a bunch of slutty old women offstage; I've certainly seen it for myself. Jingzhu blushed and pinched Song Guifei, saying, "Little Song, you're a leader now, still joking with your older sister. You're so irresponsible! I'll tell Xiao Luofei on you sometime."
"Commander Song, you sing so energetically on TV all the time. Could you sing a little song for everyone today to liven things up? I heard you performed in America, and the locals even named the day of your performance 'Song** Day,' but foreigners tend to reverse the order of names, so be careful!" I started teasing her. Being an elite, she reacted quickly, and the room erupted in earth-shattering laughter. Xiao Tan laughed so hard he sprayed my drink all over me, Xiao Wang laughed so hard he slid under the table, and even Lao Peng, being older and more composed, coughed from laughing.
"Sister Ruan, look at your husband, daring to flirt with women right in front of you! When you're not around, who knows how many women he's ruined? Don't you do anything about it?" This time, it was Song Guifei's turn to blush.
"Oh! I didn't realize Song was such a shy type." I continued teasing, and everyone laughed even harder.
"Zi Dong, if you keep this up, I'll really get angry," Jing Zhu said seriously.
"Alright, alright, just kidding, stop laughing. If you really catch a cold, who will represent our Spring Festival Gala?" I also felt I'd gone a bit too far. I looked at Consort Song; thankfully, she was alright. After dinner, as I saw everyone off, Consort Song quietly said something to Jing Zhu. Jing Zhu blushed deeply and patted Consort Song's back several times. Later, she told me that what Consort Song said was: "Your husband is really something, no wonder he made you catch a cold." I was relieved; it meant Consort Song didn't hold a grudge.
Back home, I said, "Honey, I reckon your reputation at work is going to skyrocket. You're so addicted to sex you're practically running a fever! You're something else!"
"Don't even mention it! It's all your fault. Don't touch me for a month. I'll make you suffocate. See if you change then." "
Don't be like that, honey. Are you trying to kill me? One week, just one week, okay?"

Thinking about it carefully, besides practicing hand-to-hand combat with Jingzhu, there really wasn't much to say between us. But what more could I ask for? The time we spent in bed was enough for me to reminisce about. One should be content with what one has.
Jingzhu clearly sensed this change in me and started to take care of herself. She went to Dongtian Styling to get a personal photoshoot.
That day, as soon as I got home, she mysteriously pulled out a beautiful photo album. I flipped through it, and holy crap, there were all sorts of poses of hers: a white-collar lady, a pure young woman, a uniform beauty, and even some shirtless, backless, and legless. What can I say? I can only praise her, "Oh, wife, you're amazing! You're like a woman of a thousand faces."

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