Yu Rou, the Fallen Wife

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Yu Rou and I met at work. We both worked at a photography and makeup school. She was pure and delicate, with a shapely figure, while I was a typical pale-faced scholar. Therefore, the photography teachers often had us model for their students, posing for them. Over time, Yu Rou went from being a colleague to my wife.
After we got married, because we didn't have much money, we had to rent an apartment.
"I heard there's a private property near Hepingyuan where the owner has built many affordable houses for rent. It's safe, clean, and not too far from the company. Why don't we go check it out?" I said, looking at my wife still lazing in her dormitory bed.
My wife glanced at me and said coquettishly, "It's so nice to rest, can't you sleep a little longer?"
I lowered my head and kissed her forehead. Through the neckline of her pajamas, I could see her breasts trembling. I chuckled and said, "You know, men are especially energetic in the morning. You're tempting me with such alluring charm, aren't you afraid I'll devour you?"
My wife suddenly threw off the covers, her face flushed, and said, "Come on, I really hope you're a big pervert, but I'm afraid your—tool won't work."
My wife's body was faintly visible under her thin nightgown; her smooth calves, warm ankles, and slender feet were enough to make anyone feel a strong sense of guilt.
Her breasts were an E-cup, with a captivating allure. Because she usually paid great attention to maintaining her figure, even lying on her back, her breasts remained perky and firm. Paired with her beautiful face, she was truly breathtaking.
My wife's words made me feel very down. As a man, my penis was pitifully small. Making love with her made me feel very burdened, and I always finished quickly. Since we got married, I could tell that my wife had never been satisfied.
Every time I saw her disappointed expression and her burning desire, I felt a deep pain…
Suddenly, my wife's hand touched my cheek, she gazed at me tenderly, and said affectionately, “Husband, I'm sorry! I misspoke.”
Her words made me even more heartbroken and overwhelmed. I really wanted to throw her onto the bed, violently tear her clothes apart, and ravage her like a madman, to satisfy her. Didn't she want it? I would give it to her, rape her…
However, could I do it? In the end, I didn't.
My wife had already started to get dressed. Her body was turned away from me, her pajamas were pulled aside, and her skin was tinged with a faint glow in the rising sun. But I felt that this perfect body was more like a statue of Venus, desirable but unattainable.
I quietly withdrew.
Riding my electric scooter, my wife and I arrived at Heping Garden.
The landlord was an old man in his sixties, but he was in good spirits. Looking at us, this young couple, he kept praising us. "What a perfect couple!" "So refined and elegant!"...
My wife seems to enjoy being praised. She smiled broadly, extending an arm to gently support the old man, as if afraid he'd fall.
I walked behind and noticed the old man's eyes constantly darting towards my wife's chest, his elbow almost brushing against her breasts, while he made muffled, feigned-old-age sounds.
My wife was wearing a white floral blouse, a light pink pleated skirt, and shiny silver high-heeled sandals. This made her figure appear even more slender, and the old man's arm barely reached her chest. But this gave the old man a feast for the eyes.
The white blouse was thin, clearly showing her lace bra. Actually, many people wear similar outfits on the street, but how many strangers dare to look so closely? The old man's gaze was almost unobstructed, seeing my wife's deep cleavage, the side of her bra, and the flesh of her breasts near her armpit.
My wife and the landlord chatted and laughed in front, while I sulked in the back. Didn't my naive wife notice the old man's inappropriate behavior? A little while later, I felt a bit better. My wife was still my wife, after all; it wouldn't hurt her to be seen by that old man. When we rented the place later, he'd have to give me some face, maybe even ask for a lower rent—after all, he was so "sexually interested" in my wife.
Once I relaxed, I felt much lighter. When I looked at them again, I didn't feel disgusted anymore. Slowly, a kind of excitement seemed to rise within me, as if I actually enjoyed seeing my wife like this. I was surprised by my own thoughts at that moment.
After passing two rows of messy rental units, I learned that the old man's name was Zhao Fu. He owned over 120 houses and shops, which he usually left to his son. Today, seeing that my wife and I seemed to have a connection, he came out to personally show us the properties.
My wife was naturally moved to tears, and I seized the opportunity to flatter her. I said somewhat awkwardly, "Uncle Fu, we're newly married and don't have much savings. You see that house is empty, could you rent it to us?"
Hearing this, my wife looked at me with surprise. Even though we were a little tight on money, we couldn't just
rent anywhere. The cunning Uncle Fu gave me a sly smile and said loudly, "How could that be! Don't be shy here with Uncle Fu. There's no rent, you can pay it later. But the accommodation must be the best."
I was overjoyed, and my wife shook Uncle Fu's hand, thanking him repeatedly. Her breasts swayed with her movements, and my eyes widened. Looking at Uncle Fu, I saw he was practically drooling.
Uncle Fu led us into a small courtyard at the very back. It was different from the hustle and bustle outside. Several flowerbeds were in full bloom, two large willow trees were lush and verdant, and the house was exceptionally beautiful, instantly bringing joy to the heart.
Just then, my wife suddenly said, "Uncle Fu, the environment here is really nice. Do you live here?"
Uncle Fu stretched out his right hand, gently patted my wife's small hand, and said with a smile, "Not just me, you all live here too."
I was immediately surprised and looked at my wife; she was also giving me a surprised look.
I smiled faintly and said, "Uncle Fu, this house—it must be very expensive. We working-class people are afraid..."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Before I could finish speaking, Uncle Fu interrupted me. He seemed a little angry and said, "What money? This old man has dealt with money all his life. I'm tired of hearing about these things now."
I chuckled inwardly. Why don't you give some away if you think you have too much money?
Looking up at my wife, I saw a look of adoration in her eyes, fixed on Uncle Fu. A chill ran down my spine. Could it be? My wife actually believed this old man's nonsense and even started to admire him?
Uncle Fu pointed out the house we were to stay in—a small one-bedroom apartment with a study, conveniently located next to his large house. My wife and I were very satisfied with the apartment and asked Uncle Fu about the rent. Uncle Fu, however, firmly refused, saying it was fate and we should stay for now.
My wife is a makeup designer at a company, only teaching two classes a week, which means she only works two days a week, allowing her ample time to work as a part-time model. As for me, I work a full five days a week before I get a day off.
The next morning, my wife had class, so the task of decorating our new home fell to me alone.
I hired a car, filled it with bags and items, and drove to our new house.
With my wife gone, Uncle Fu, that old, frail fellow, suddenly disappeared. He circled our furniture a few times, offered no help, and then vanished.
At work, I'm responsible for creating spreadsheets and reports, so I rely heavily on a computer. Our only computer was bought for me by my wife through her frugal lifestyle.
The first thing I did was move the computer to the study and set it up properly.
Cleaning the house was really hard work, especially since I was all alone. Although the furniture was all lightweight, arranging it was quite a hassle.
I suddenly remembered that I had collected some old security cameras that the company had discarded a while back. After some modifications, they were mostly usable. If I took pictures of my messy house-cleaning attempt, I could definitely show off to my wife.
So I got to work. The cameras were the kind used by the company's security department; they were not only cleverly made but also had a discreet design. I opened the box and counted—there were six or seven of them.
It wasn't too much trouble. I installed small cameras in the living room, bedroom, study, and even the yard.
I imagined my wife would feel sorry for me seeing me sweating so much.
After installation, I checked the computer—everything was okay.
The next day, my wife rested, but I had to go to work. I gently kissed my wife, who was sleeping soundly, and rode my electric scooter away from home.
After work, I ran into Uncle Fu in the yard. The old man grinned at me with a strange grin. I was puzzled, but I smiled back.
My wife had prepared a sumptuous dinner. She looked radiant today, her face flushed. She served me so well that I felt almost overwhelmed, while she barely ate anything herself before disappearing into the kitchen.
I was secretly amazed. Even if I had decorated the whole house by myself, she wouldn't have been so hesitant.
Women's hearts are truly unfathomable.
After dinner, I went to my study to finish a report, while my wife remained hidden in the kitchen.
I suddenly remembered the video from yesterday. I decided to watch it myself first and then show it to my wife later.
I turned on the computer and set the recording to the time when I was decorating the house yesterday. Immediately, the screen showed me busily working. Every now and then, I would make some funny faces at the camera, which even I found amusing.
After watching for a while, I wondered what my wife had been doing at home today, and why she was acting so strangely—I couldn't suppress my curiosity and rewound the timeline to the scene after I left that morning.
The screen was initially quiet, with only my wife's sleeping body occasionally shifting slightly.
Suddenly, there was movement in the yard, and the door to Uncle Fu's room opened abruptly. The old man furtively glanced in our direction and slowly crept over. He probably knew I was gone, and he peeked into our room through the gap in the curtains.
Oh no, from that angle, he could see right into the bedroom. Uncle Fu was spying! I was furious, cursing the old man for his insolence.
What was my wife doing? I switched to both the bedroom and yard cameras.
My wife had just turned over, the blanket already kicked to her feet, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown. From Uncle Fu's angle, he could only see my wife's back.
Uncle Fu stood on tiptoe, like a monkey about to leap, straining to see what was happening.
Just then, my wife rolled over again, suddenly facing Uncle Fu directly.
Her nightgown was very loose, the hem only about ten centimeters above her knees. She likes to toss and turn in her sleep, and now the nightgown was almost down to her hips, revealing glimpses of her white lace panties. And the neckline was even worse!
My wife's breasts were E-cup, and now, without the bra's restraint, half of her breasts were exposed, even the faint areolas were clearly visible.
For some reason, although I often saw my wife naked, it never felt as stimulating as it did now; a thrill slowly rose within me. Even Uncle Fu, who had been secretly watching, didn't feel resentful anymore; instead, he hoped I would watch longer and become bolder.
After that, my wife would occasionally roll over, but her cleavage would always be glimpsed intermittently. This made Uncle Fu feel like a big monkey, looking up and down in the yard, scratching his head and ears.
It wasn't until his wife woke up that Uncle Fu, fearing she would discover him, pretended to return to his own room.
Around ten o'clock, Uncle Fu locked the gate to the courtyard from the outside, then brought out two reclining chairs from his room. He said to his wife, who was tidying up, "Xiao Rou, are you tired? Come and rest for a while."
His wife was wearing a flowing casual outfit, but with flat slippers on her feet. Her toenails were painted pink, making her look quite beautiful.
His wife walked to the reclining chairs and plopped down, her breasts jiggling. Uncle Fu then noticed that his wife wasn't wearing a bra. Two nipples were faintly visible through her clothes.
His wife smiled and said to Uncle Fu, "Thank you, Uncle Fu."
"You're welcome! I have some good stimulants in my room, I'll get you some!"
Uncle Fu said, turning and going back inside to bring out a cup of pale yellow liquid.
"What is it?" his wife asked sweetly.
"It's all in foreign languages, I don't know it either. My son bought it from Japan, and it makes me feel quite comfortable."
Uncle Fu's eyes seemed to be shining, and his hand holding the cup was even trembling slightly!
Seeing this, I suddenly remembered the strange smile Uncle Fu had given me earlier. Could it be that he wanted to drug and rape my wife?! My heart was pounding.
At this moment, my wife had already raised the cup and drank it down without hesitation.
"Hmm... feels good! I feel so lazy all of a sudden."
"Really? Hehe... perfect for relieving your fatigue."
The two of them leaned back in the recliner, my wife's eyes slightly closed, while Uncle Fu stared intently at her with a pair of frightening eyes.
My wife's face suddenly turned red. She opened her eyes and looked at Uncle Fu, who was staring at her, but seemed not to notice the strangeness in his eyes.
"I feel so hot... Uncle Fu, is it... is it this thing causing this?" My wife's voice was very soft.
"Hmm..." Uncle Fu swallowed, but did not speak.
"Uh...oh..." My wife suddenly groaned, then, as if startled awake, said to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, I...I want to go back inside."
Uncle Fu didn't respond, and my wife stood up.
Suddenly, her legs trembled, and she sat back down on the recliner.
This was clearly a strong aphrodisiac!! Uncle Fu—he actually tried to drug and rape my wife!!!
I was shocked and angry, but even more so, I wanted to know what Uncle Fu had done.
"Hmm...Uncle Fu, what is it...I feel so uncomfortable!"
"Hehe...Where do you feel uncomfortable, Xiao Rou?" Uncle Fu's voice was full of lewdness.
As he spoke, he moved closer to the recliner where my wife was leaning back, his eyes fixed on her dazed gaze and slightly furrowed brows.
My wife saw him approaching and was about to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but groan.
"Mmm... Oh..." But she immediately realized her lapse in decorum and quickly bit her lower lip with a soft "Mmm," but her appearance only made her more shy.
She lay there on her back, both slippers on the floor, her small feet dangling precariously. Her sweatshirt was bunched up at the back, her smooth, delicate waist pressed against the cool chair. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her teeth were clenched around her lip; the way she was desperately trying to endure it was truly alluring.
Uncle Fu knelt down in front of his wife, holding her small feet in his hands. His wife tried to pull away, but she had no strength at all.
Uncle Fu's fingers teased the soles of her feet, and his wife's toes pressed tightly together. This tingling sensation seemed to reach her very bones, and the repressed desire within her began to stir.
"No... Uncle Fu..." His wife pleaded with tears in her eyes, but her body reacted against her will.
"Ugh... no... what?" Uncle Fu asked, his mouth full of his wife's toes.
"No... my... feet..."
"Baby Xiaorou... don't say feet, say little feet..."
"Ah... no... can't..."
"Don't say 'uh--uh--uh--" Seeing that his wife wouldn't do as he said, Uncle Fu immediately opened his mouth and began to suck wildly on his wife's little feet.
"Hmm... ugh..." His wife let out a series of suppressed moans.
"Okay... Uncle Fu... ugh... no... don't suck... little feet..."
Her body trembled on the recliner, the unbearable tingling finally making her give in.
"Okay, I won't suck little feet." After saying that, Uncle Fu released his wife's little feet. Then, he lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests of the recliner.
At this moment, his wife's legs were wide open, her upper body languidly leaning back, lying across in front of Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu's hands slipped inside the front of his wife's sweatshirt; without a bra, his hands reached unimpeded onto her large breasts.
His wife let out a loud groan, her buttocks lifting off the chair and arching upwards. With both legs on the armrests, this arch caused her vulva to collide with Uncle Fu's head.
Uncle Fu, quick-witted and sharp-tongued, grabbed the crotch of his wife's sweatpants with his mouth. His wife couldn't move, nor could she let go; her plump buttocks were thus suspended.
Uncle Fu pulled his head back, pulling down her loose sweatpants a bit. His wife's slender waist and white lace panties were exposed.
Her face was like a ripe peach, glistening tears welling in her eyes; her shy appearance was utterly pitiful.
Uncle Fu released his grip and, with both hands, pulled his wife's sweatshirt down her head. His wife let out a soft moan as the sweatshirt was removed from her body.
Her upper body was completely naked, and Uncle Fu's eyes gleamed with a beastly light. The sounds of commotion outside occasionally drifted into the courtyard, while inside, the atmosphere of debauchery grew increasingly intense.
Uncle Fu pounced on her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully. His tongue teased her nipples, and after only a few strokes, tiny bumps of goosebumps appeared on her areolas, and her nipples seemed ready to overflow with milk. His wife's
eyes were tightly closed, her hands hanging limply at her sides, but her brows seemed to betray a suppressed, intense pleasure.
Her teeth parted her lips, and a few tears clung to her flushed cheeks, but she could no longer resist and let out a soft moan.
"No...no...don't touch my...breasts...
" "If not breasts, how about my little pussy?" Uncle Fu's voice was filled with heavy breathing.
"Hmm...no...no...uh..."
Uncle Fu suddenly covered his wife's still moaning mouth with his own, his lips rubbing hard against her delicate red lips. Her tightly clenched teeth were no match for his tongue.
"Ah...uh..." The passionate kiss made his wife let out suppressed moans.
Uncle Fu's tongue moved in and out, teasing his wife's tender tongue. The pent-up desire in his wife's body began to be released, and her tongue finally intertwined with Uncle Fu's tongue.
They kissed wildly, Uncle Fu transferring his saliva to his wife's tongue with the tip of his tongue, teasing her to let her tongue collect the saliva from his tongue.
The two, tongues touching, one a decrepit old man in his sixties, the other a beautiful newlywed wife, faced the blue sky, white clouds, giant trees, and small flowers, listening to the clamor of the outside world, enjoying the ultimate pleasure of their secret tryst. The atmosphere was irresistible. Their tongues licked and teased each other, saliva dripping between them.
Suddenly, the wife burst into laughter, her tear-streaked face as if bathed in the warm sunshine of March, instantly radiating spring-like warmth.
Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Little Rou is so sexy!"
The wife's face flushed crimson, giving Uncle Fu a reproachful look, then she suddenly raised her hands and gently punched Uncle Fu's chest.
"So Little Rou can move all along~~~ Does she like being teased by Uncle Fu?"
"You're so annoying!" The wife blushed shyly, suddenly straightening up and hugging Uncle Fu.
Her breasts rubbed against Uncle Fu's chest, and Uncle Fu's heart was filled with excitement.
He raised his left hand and lifted his wife's chin. Her eyes were watery, looking at him with a mixture of sadness and resentment.
Uncle Fu licked his wife's lips and said, "Baby, open your mouth!"
His wife obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her little tongue. Uncle Fu suddenly spit on his wife's tongue and said urgently, "Quick, swallow it!"
Although his wife felt it was unhygienic, she didn't resist Uncle Fu and obediently swallowed the saliva.
Uncle Fu chuckled and, seemingly quite satisfied, kneaded his wife's breasts a few more times. He lifted his wife from the recliner, then leaned back himself, letting his wife lean against him.
His wife's sweatpants, which were already half-undone, were now pulled down by Uncle Fu. She curled up in his arms like a soft little lamb, letting him do as he pleased.
Uncle Fu kneaded his wife's breasts with one hand, while the other hand caressed her vulva through her lace panties.
"Baby, you're so wet down there! Look—your panties are soaking through your pubic hair."
"Mmm...you're so naughty, who told you to...mmm...uh...teasing me..." His wife gasped as she resisted Uncle Fu's teasing.
"Really? Does your husband tease you like this too?
" "Uh...don't mention my husband to me...I'm...sorry...he..." "
Hmm, Xiao Rou is sad, Uncle Fu will soothe your wounded heart."
After saying that, his hand didn't soothe her heart, but instead kneaded her breasts even more wantonly. His wife's breasts were covered with red finger marks from his ravaging.
Under Uncle Fu's teasing, his wife's lust intensified, her body twisting in his arms, her buttocks bobbing up and down as she pressed her vulva against his hands.
"Does Xiaorou want it?"
"Mmm~~ Yes~~ Xiaorou~~ wants it!"
"What do you want
?" "Ugh~~ No~~ Don't tease me~~ It's so sad~~"
"Xiaorou is just sad, I thought you wanted something!" Uncle Fu became even more wanton in his fondling of his wife.
"Uncle Fu~~~ Mmm~~~ Please~~ Give it to me~~~" His wife's voice trembled, her head was tilted back under the armrest of the recliner, and her face was even redder because of the blood rushing to her head.
"Little darling, how can I give it to you if you don't tell me what you want?"
"Ugh~~~ Ugh~~~ Ugh~~~" His wife sobbed, "I want~~ your~~ that~~"
"What? I didn't hear you! You have to be clear~~ What this, that!"
"Ah~~ I want your~~~ big cock~~~ Ugh~~~ Ugh~~~" His wife finally said it out loud, unable to suppress her lust, but then she started crying.
Uncle Fu picked up his wife and laid her face down on the recliner. His wife's arms were firmly supporting her against the back of the recliner, and then he pulled down her panties from her buttocks.
"Ah, your pussy is already soaking wet!" Uncle Fu dipped a finger into his wife's vagina, then pulled it out; it was covered in her vaginal fluid.
Uncle Fu brought his finger close to his wife's lips, seemingly giving a command: "Come on, you little slut, lick your juices clean. If you don't, I won't fuck you!"
His wife twisted her plump, white buttocks, sticking out her tongue to lick the fluid off Uncle Fu's finger. Afraid it wasn't clean enough, she put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it carefully afterward.
Uncle Fu pulled down his pants; he wasn't wearing underwear, and a thick, long penis sprang out.
His wife turned around and saw Uncle Fu's penis, feeling both delighted and afraid. Delighted because such a large penis was many times bigger than her husband's; afraid because what if it stretched her pussy to burst?
His wife's buttocks were white and tender, without a single trace of excess flesh. A light ring of pubic hair grew around her anus, and her small anus contracted and relaxed, looking extremely delicate.
Uncle Fu spread his wife's legs wide, looking at her vulva from behind. Her labia were slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid. He slowly pried open her vulva with his hands, strands of vaginal fluid clinging to the vaginal opening, the tender flesh inside radiating a pale pink hue. Inside, several small buds clustered together like stars around the moon, the tips of which were streaked with thin, white fluid.
Uncle Fu placed his penis at the vaginal opening, the large, purplish-red glans gently rubbing against his wife's labia. His wife eagerly awaited his penetration. Uncle Fu pulled his hips back and thrust hard, his large penis finally plunging into his wife's wetness without mercy.
"Ugh..." His wife gasped, the lubricated vagina accommodating the thick penis, but the feeling of fullness was initially overwhelming.
Uncle Fu pulled his penis out, splashing a few drops of his own fluid onto his wife's thighs, pulling out her tender red labia. Their thick pubic hair intertwined, quickly becoming sticky with her own fluids.
"Mmm~~~ Uncle Fu~~~ You're so~~ amazing~~~ My pussy feels like~~~ bursting~~~
" "Hehe~~ Did your big cock reach your uterus?"
"Mmm~~~ I don't~~ know! But~~~ in my heart~~ in my heart~~ it feels so good~~~~ Uncle Fu~~~ I haven't~~~ seen your~~~ big~~~ cock yet~~~"
"Really? Bigger than your husband's too."
"Mmm~~~ It's so~~~ so small~~~"
The old woman's lewd voice echoed in the courtyard. A few strands of hair were scattered across her face, and her plump breasts swayed back and forth, her tender red nipples like tempting cherries.
Uncle Fu spread her large buttocks apart and suddenly slapped her buttocks hard, leaving a red finger mark on her buttocks. His
wife screamed in pain, her body jerking forward, but Uncle Fu pulled her back by her buttocks, his large penis thrusting even more forcefully into her vagina. Her vaginal fluids flowed down their thighs onto the recliner, and the pubic hair around her vulva was sticky and messy. His wife had never experienced such intense intercourse before; her tender labia were even slightly swollen and red.
Uncle Fu then reached down to his wife's vulva, pinching her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger. He pinched hard, causing his wife to scream again in pain. But after the pain, an even stronger pleasure kept surging through her.
Uncle Fu's fingers twirled his wife's wet pubic hair; with a sudden force, he pulled several hairs from her labia, catching her off guard and causing her to scream even louder in pain.
"
Ahhhhhh ,
Uncle Fuh ... " Ahhhhhhh noh ... "Uncle Fu~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ No~~ Don't hit me~~ It's my fault~~ Xiaorou~~ Now I'll~~ relax your asshole~~ You~~ insert it~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ Uh~~" After the wife finished speaking, the folds around her anus slowly relaxed, and Uncle Fu's finger, lubricated by saliva, began to slowly insert. The wife suddenly tightened her anus, and Uncle Fu's entire finger disappeared into her anus. "Uh~~~" The wife let out a soft moan. "How is it? How does it feel?" "Hmm~~ Inside~~ It's so swollen~~ Like~~ Like there's 'that'." "What is that? Is it poop? Don't poop it out!" Accompanied by the thrusting of his penis, Uncle Fu's finger also began to thrust in and out of her anus. "Mmm... Oh... Oh oh... Ugh... Uncle Fu... My asshole... It hurts so much... It's coming out... Ah... Ah..." "Don't be afraid! That's a finger!" Uncle Fu's fingers moved faster and faster, while his large penis thrust even more forcefully into her vagina. His wife's moans were tinged with tears, the double stimulation almost making her lose control. She was enveloped in pleasure and felt so weak that she had no strength left. Her arms slumped limply against the back of the chair. Uncle Fu suddenly and slowly pulled his fingers out of his wife's anus, his fingers covered with some sticky yellow fluid. He also pulled out his penis. His wife, now free from stimulation, was somewhat panicked. The pent-up lust within her body had erupted like a torrent, and with the aphrodisiac's influence, she was now overwhelmed with lust and had forgotten all shame. Uncle Fu picked up his wife and turned her over. His large penis was covered with the lustful fluid from his wife's vagina. He placed his wife's legs in the crook of his arms, lifting her large buttocks off the chair. "Come on, you little slut, use your hand to put my big cock into your cunt!" "Mmm~~ Uncle Fu~~ You're so naughty~~ You still want to tease me~~!" "Okay, if you don't put it in, Uncle Fu's big cock won't fuck you!" Saying that, Uncle Fu pretended to put his wife's legs down.

" Ah
... His wife cried out in pleasure, "Ah ... "Oh~~ Oh~~ Daddy~~ You~~ Big cock~~ So powerful~~ Ah~~ My~~ little hole~~ is yours~~ Thrust hard~~ Thrust it to burst~~ Daughter~~ Loves Daddy~~ Loves Daddy's~~ Big cock~~~ Fuck daughter to death~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Ah~~ Daughter is going to~~ Fly~~ Ah~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ Daughter~~ Came~~" The wife's moans were tinged with sobs, her whole body consumed by lustful desire. Her body suddenly convulsed, her vagina gripping Uncle Fu's big cock even tighter. Uncle Fu also moaned "Oh~ Oh~~" repeatedly, his glans suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet wave inside his wife's convulsing vagina. He gritted his teeth and thrust wildly a dozen more times, finally ejaculating his entire penis into his wife's uterus amidst cries of "Oh~~ Oh~~". After intercourse, his wife slumped in the chair, her vaginal fluids mingling with semen, flowing continuously. She glanced at Uncle Fu with a seductive look and said lazily, "I'm going to have your baby." Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Daughter gives Daddy a son, and the son will fuck Mommy when he grows up!" "Mmm... Uncle Fu, you're so mean... You say such disgusting things." "Hehe... Who was it just now... Ah... calling me Daddy! Now this little slut can't take it anymore." "Mmm... Uncle Fu, you're so bad... Bad Daddy..." His wife's voice was as soft as a worm's chirp, her face flushed with shyness. "Haha... Come here, Daddy's good daughter, lick Daddy's big cock clean." Uncle Fu pulled his penis out of his wife's vagina and put it to her mouth. His penis was sticky, covered in the semen and vaginal fluids from their passionate encounter. My wife had never performed oral sex , but now, she gently extended her soft, fragrant tongue and began licking Uncle Fu's thick, long penis. "Oh...oh..." Uncle Fu let out a comfortable groan.

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